20 tonnes of gold temporarily saved the lives of the dollar and the federal government, but it was not enough to turn things around.

Chen Jianqiu formed a very professional team and began to operate the issuance of gold bonds.

This team recruited many of the best financial talents on Wall Street at the time.

Some of them think that Chen Jianqiu has a high salary, and some of them think that it is a very meaningful thing.

The first batch of gold bonds sold very well after they were launched.

The 20 tons of gold still brought a lot of shock.

Rumor has it that the Astor family has also joined the bandwagon in buying gold bonds, and the power of New York's largest landowner is well known.

If they had helped, everything would have been fine, right?

On the other side, Belmont was as agitated as an ant on a hot pan.

"Morgan! We have to find a way, if this continues, this yellow-skinned Chinese will become a force to be reckoned with on Wall Street! This is something I cannot tolerate. ”

In his office at Morgan Bank, Belmont paced back and forth.

Morgan, the big nose, sat in his large office chair without saying a word.

"We can use our connections in Congress! These two guys can act so quickly, they must have bypassed Congress, and we can get our people in trouble for them! ”

Morgan still didn't speak.

"I really can't do it, I have other ways, such as discussing with the Lord, shorting the American economy, he gives those people hope, and we will extinguish all hope!"

By Lord, Belmont is, of course, referring to the big names of the Rothschilds in Europe.

Morgan's big nose shook suddenly, but his expression was as usual:

"Short the US?" He glanced at Belmont, pointed at himself with his cigar, and then at Belmont, "You, I, are both Americans." ”

"Morgan, are you having a problem with your brain?" Belmont was a little anxious and couldn't choose to speak, "I'll say it again! We are bankers! There is no nationality in the banker's dictionary! We only serve capital. ”

Morgan did not refute Belmont's claims.

So Rothschild's spokesman in the United States began to talk endlessly about his plans, while Morgan fell into deep thought.

"Morgan! You'd like to have your say! ”

Morgan looked up:

"Let's talk to those two guys."

34 Bell Street.

This is not only the headquarters of the Border Detective Agency, but also the office of Chen Jianqiu's "Legal and Financial Center".

Since Sanjiang Bank began to issue gold bonds, Chen Jianqiu, who has been very low-key in the east all year round, has come to the forefront.

People suddenly discovered that in the business world of the United States, there was another big man Chen.

Chen Jianqiu's involvement in industries includes but is not limited to finance, arms, real estate, and international trade.

As a result, various rumors about the "Chen Group" spread in the community.

Chen Jianqiu never denied this.

If there is really any "Chan Group", then 34 Bell Street is where the brain is.

The entire large office on the third floor felt as if it had entered a wartime state.

All sorts of staff members weave back and forth in the corridors with all kinds of materials and documents in their hands.

None of them had time to stop and chat, they were all doing their own business, analyzing the news from various channels.

Chen Jianqiu placed a large square table at the end of the large office.

On the table is a very large piece of thick board of paper with plans, do's and don'ts, and some key data.

Chen Jianqiu took the pen and leaned over the table to calculate something without distraction.

And on the wall behind him, there are small pieces of paper that record information elements.

"Chen, Roswell's second shipment of gold is already on its way." Lawyer Dylan took a document from his assistant and whispered in Chen Jiaqiu's ear.

Chen Jianqiu straightened up.

He put the pen on the table and moved his neck and waist:

"Well, when it arrives, send it to New York first, let Wyatt and Holiday do a good job of guarding the work, and don't make mistakes."

Chen Jianqiu raised his head and looked left and right, wanting to move his eyes.

But his gaze suddenly stopped on an inconspicuous small envelope in the assistant's hand.

It was clearly filled with something.

"What's in your hand?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

The assistant was suddenly taken aback by Chen Jianqiu, and hurriedly handed the envelope to the boss:

"I'm sorry, boss, I was just going to give it to you." The assistant said in a panic, "A gentleman sent it to you." ”

Chen Jianqiu looked at the envelope in his hand.

The paper of the envelope is very elegant, and the colorless pattern printed on it can be seen in the sunlight.

The mouth of the envelope was tightly sealed with wax, and it was heavy in the hand.

Chen Jianqiu touched it with his hand, and it felt like something like a medal.

He tore open the mouth and poured the contents of the envelope into his hand.

A badge, a note.

The pattern on the badge looks familiar.

Ruler, "G" letter.

is the coat of arms of Freemasonry.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the note.

There is only a short line of words on it:

Tonight, at 221 Fifth Avenue, we look forward to welcoming you.

A sneer hung on the corner of Chen Jianqiu's mouth.

He ran his hand over the badge and slipped it into his pocket.

After all, we still have to meet each other, right?

The clock was fast approaching evening.

In April, New York has already spent the winter, but the weather is still cold, especially at night, with a cool breeze.

A carriage stopped in front of 221 Fifth Avenue.

Chen Jianqiu and Little Astor got out of the car.

The small house in front of you is unremarkable, but the ubiquitous details on the roof, fence and even the steps show the ingenuity of the builder and the extraordinary taste of the owner.

"The former home of Founding Father Alexander Hamilton, the first Treasurer of the Federal Government." Little Astor pointed to the room and said, "I don't know how it became a private salon of Freemasonry, the first time I came here, it was my grandfather with me." ”

Chen Jianqiu didn't know much about the former owner of the house, except that he remembered that he was one of the drafters of the U.S. Constitution, and that the old man's marksmanship was really unusual, and he died in a duel with then-Vice President Alan Burr.

The two walked to the door of the house.

The waiter at the door showed a hint of surprise on his face when he saw the two of them coming.

Little Astor he knew him, but he didn't usually come much; But the appearance of Chinese people here is a very magical thing.

Chen Jianqiu took out the badge from his pocket, opened his palm, and showed it to the waiter.

The waiter's expression was even more exciting.

You know, having this badge means that the Freemasons recognize your strength, and at least have the qualifications to step into this salon.

There are a bunch of white supremacists in Freemasonry to give a Chinese a qualification, which was unimaginable in the past.

But the waiter is well-informed after all.

His expression quickly returned to normal.

"Two gentlemen, please come in,"

After walking through the hallway with portraits of famous Freemasons from all over the world, the two soon arrived in the living room.

The furnishings in the living room seem to have been adjusted.

Four individual sofas were placed facing each other in the center of the living room, around a small round table.

Big-nosed Morgan and Belmont were already sitting on two of the couches.

Seeing the two men walk in, Morgan stood up, smiled and waved at them, while Belmont didn't mean to move and glanced up at them.

"Sit down." Morgan gestured to the two armchairs opposite.

"It's a nice place, it looks like Hamilton should have had the money in the first place."

After sitting down, Chen Jianqiu looked left and right at the environment of the living room and said.

"You're Mr. Chen?" Belmont spoke, but Chen Jianqiu always felt that this person was pointing his nostrils towards him.

"yes, what's the matter?" Chen Jianqiu asked quietly.

"We hope that the subsequent issuance of gold bonds will be undertaken by Belmont Bank and Morgan Bank, so I will talk to you." Belmont, as always, looked at no one, "You can open conditions." ”

Chen Jianqiu raised his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, but the issuance of the bonds was commissioned by the U.S. federal government, so you should go to His Excellency the President." He said.

"That's because we didn't go straight to the White House, Mr. Chen." Belmont laughed, "If we go to the White House, the opportunity to issue bonds is ours." ”

"As a Chinese, it is not easy to accumulate such a huge amount of wealth, and I admire your courage." Belmont persuaded in a tone that he thought was patient, "You don't know what you're facing, and you two can't make a name for yourself with the strength of the two of you." ”

"I never said it was just the two of us." Chen Jianqiu looked at little Astor and found that his face was not very good-looking.

Obviously, this son-in-law was despised and very unhappy.

"Therefore, I would like to invite you to come and buy our gold bonds, and if you join in the form of distribution, we would also welcome them." Chen Jianqiu said to Belmont with a smile.

Belmont could no longer suppress his temper, and he rubbed himself up from the couch:

"You're playing with fire!"

"Just you two laymen, do you want to challenge the financial order of the whole world?"

"But our gold bonds are already being issued, what can you do?" Chen Jianqiu spread his hands.

"Do you think a few dozen tons of gold will save the American economy? Do you know where the foundation of the U.S. economy lies? Do you know how much of a wave we can make in the stock market on Wall Street? Belmont roared, not at all looking like a cultivated gentleman.

He couldn't accept that a Chinese person was so provocative in front of him.

"You guys?" Chen Jianqiu's gaze turned to Morgan, who had been silent.

Morgan hadn't spoken since he and little Astor had walked into the room, smoking his cigar without any expression on his face.

At this time, he was like a statue, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Chen Jianqiu's gaze returned to Belmont's body again.

His expression also changed, and the smile on his face was gone.

He said coldly to Belmont:

"Belmont, you're not qualified to talk to me like that, look at the portraits that hang on the walls, Washington, Franklin, Hamilton, the original owner of this house, they are all the founders of this country."

"Whatever the purpose, they don't want this country to be ruined!"

"If you really want to negotiate conditions, let the master behind you come over, you are just a watchdog for them."

Morgan took another puff on his cigar, and little Astor looked at Belmont just as coldly.

Belmont was trembling all over.

"I'm going to duel you! You yellow-skinned bastard! ”

He was completely out of shape and roared hoarsely.

"Oh? Time? Place? Is it here? ”

Chen Jianqiu smiled.

He hadn't dueled anyone else in a long time, but he didn't mind slaughtering this sinister guy.

"Belmont!" Morgan finally spoke, "This is a Masonic salon, not a dueling arena!" ”

Belmont's flushed face finally faded.

"Morgan, I'll go first! There's nothing to talk about with these two! He put on his hat and walked towards the door.

After walking halfway, he turned his head again and pointed at Chen Jianqiu: "You wait for me!" ”

Chen Jianqiu was a little disappointed.

The guy still coaxed.

If it is placed in the west, I am afraid that it will be spurned all the time and will not be allowed to enter the tavern of the town.

After Belmont left, only Morgan, Chen Jianqiu, and Little Astor were left in the house.

Morgan was still smoking his small cigar, looking ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

"We're gone, too." Chen Jianqiu stood up.

He stretched out a hand to Morgan: "Mr. Morgan, thank you for the invitation, capital, it is true that there are no borders, but you should believe in the future of America." ”

Morgan remained motionless as if he had been in a state of flux.

He didn't pick up Chen Jianqiu's hand, nor did he say anything else.

Chen Jianqiu laughed and left the room with little Aster.

Gold bonds are ready to start issuing the second tranche.

The first tranche of subscribed gold was shipped into the treasury and began to provide liquidity to the Federation.

Confidence is beginning to regain as the previously crowded New York Stock Exchange is back alive and well, and the half-dead stock index is making a rare move.

Everything seems to be moving in a good direction.

It's another Thursday.

Chen Jianqiu finished breakfast, sorted out his clothes, and prepared to go out.

Also going out together were Camilla and his son Xiaopeng Kun.

Little Astor found a well-known private school for Xiao Kunpeng.

Many of the children of prestigious families in New York attend this school.

"Dad, what if they bully me?" Xiao Peng Kun raised his head, his eyes blinking at his father and mother.

He was wearing a school uniform with a bulging boggery behind his ass.

Chen Jianqiu squatted down and tidied up his son's collar:

"Don't be too heavy, it's better to spank, you can't see that place."

Camilla snorted:

"It's good that he doesn't bully people."

She crouched down, reached behind her son's buttocks, and pulled a small pistol out of his pants.

"Mom, no bullets." Xiaopeng Kun said with a sad face.

"You can't bring it to school without bullets." Camilla said "gently", "Come back and play again, mom will take you to the suburbs tomorrow to fetch bottles." ”

With that, she took Xiaopeng Kun into the carriage.

Chen Jianqiu smiled, waved goodbye to the two, and rode on the black radish and headed towards Bell Street.

The sky was a little overcast, and it looked like it was going to rain.

He rode slowly along Fourth Avenue.

Along the way, he saw a lot of people speaking English with London and Frankfurt accents, with boxes in their hands asking for directions.

New York is a cosmopolitan city, and there are really people from all over the world.

Chen Jianqiu just swayed to his base camp on Bell Street.

He came to the two stone lions, dismounted, took out his pocket watch from his bosom, and looked at it.

Ten o'clock.

The New York Stock Exchange should have been trading for some time now.

It should be the day of the second tranche of gold bond sales.

He wanted to check it out, but then decided to let Silas take over.

Professional things are left to professional people to do, and there is no need for you to do everything yourself.

Chen Jianqiu walked up the stairs to the second floor.

He wondered if he should make a cup of coffee or tea first.

But when he first appeared at the top of the stairs, he found that everyone was looking at him.

And in front of his big table, there was a group of people.

Silas, the chief accountant, Dylan, the chief lawyer, Okafor, the general manager of Sanjiang Bank, and Holiday Ward, the head of the eastern section of the Border Detective Agency, were all gathered there, nervously discussing something.

"Boss Chen is here!" I don't know who shouted.

The people at the table all turned their heads and looked at Chen Jianqiu, as if they had seen the backbone.

Chen Jianqiu walked over unhurriedly.

"What's going on?" He glanced at the crowd, and finally stopped at Silas, "Aren't you going to keep an eye on the issuance of gold bonds?" How did you get back? ”

"There's Astor's men watching over there." Silas wiped the sweat from his head.

It was such a cold day, apparently he rushed back.

"We're in trouble with something even more troublesome."

"Oh?"

Chen Jianqiu took off his gloves, and a group of people got out of the way, letting the boss walk among them.

Silas pointed to the information on the table and said:

"Europeans this morning began to sell off their assets in the United States, such as stakes in various companies that survived the financial crisis."

"The stock index is pouring out, and the panic in the market is also appearing!"

"They want to short the United States!"

(End of chapter)