"I'm joining!"

George Baker, chairman of First National Bank, stood up and echoed the initiative of Chen Jianqiu and Morgan.

"We don't have a problem, it's time to teach those British a lesson, let them know that what they couldn't defeat a hundred years ago can't be defeated now!"

James Stillman, president of National City Bank, also stood up.

Seeing the two bigwigs respond, other bankers also expressed their positions.

Morgan, they can be trusted, Chen Jianqiu's gold, they can also be trusted.

It is really unreasonable for a Chinese to charge forward like this, and he is so timid.

Moreover, if this battle is really won and I don't participate, I'm afraid that I won't be able to catch up with the heat when I eat on Wall Street in the future.

The crowd soon began to discuss the rescue plan spontaneously.

They elected Chen Jianqiu, Morgan, Baker Sr. and Stillman to form a decision-making committee to mobilize resources for Monday's counterattack.

The party lasted late into the night before it broke up.

Chen Jianqiu was still explaining some things to Okafor.

"Tomorrow you have two tasks, one is to go to the port to pick up the gold, I don't need to say anything about this; The other is to pick up the Secretary of the Treasury, Mr. Wright, who will be rushing from Washington to New York tomorrow. Well? Are you listening to me? ”

Chen Jianqiu said to Okafor, only to find that the latter was looking behind him.

"Boss, it looks like Mr. Morgan has something to do with you." Okafor said.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and found Morgan standing behind him, looking at him with a cigar in his hand.

He walked over.

Morgan took out a strip-shaped leather case from his arms, then took out a delicately rolled cigar from it and handed it to Chen Jianqiu's hand:

"I heard that you smoke too? Try it, Cuban goods, it's pretty good. ”

Chen Jianqiu took the cigar with a smile, took out a box of matches from the pocket of his jacket, took out one, and lit it.

"Why are you so sure I'm going to get in?" Morgan asked, swallowing the fog.

"You are a patriot." Chen Jianqiu said seriously.

"Oh?" The expression of the big banker is unpredictable.

He had heard a lot of praise for him, but this was the first time he had heard the title "patriot" come up with it.

Whether he is a patriot or not, Morgan does not know.

But he knew that America's financial markets could not fail, let alone be easily swayed by the British.

Although in previous decades, he had always been regarded as an obedient little follower by Rothschild and Bahrain.

A smile tugged at the corners of Morgan's mouth.

Times are different, my lord.

And what Chen Jianqiu said next, Morgan thought it was even more true:

"Mr. Morgan, patriot, the market will not let him lose money."

New York on Sunday was calm.

But there is an undercurrent surging under the calm.

The bankers, who attended the Saturday meeting, gave up their rest and began to raise money through various channels to prepare ammunition for next week's decisive battle.

And Chen Jianqiu was not idle.

Together with Morgan, he went to visit his old friend, the owner of the New York World, Pulitzer.

They met at the newspaper tycoon's home base: the New Pulitzer Building.

Before the construction of Little Astor's luxury hotel, the tower was the tallest building in New York at the time, with 20 floors.

The basement is used as a printing house, the first floor is the sales department, the second to the tenth floor are high-end office buildings for rent, and the tenth floor and above is the hub center of Le Monde.

And the place where Pulitzer invited them to meet was in his office on the top floor of the gilded prototype.

"Don't you feel hot here in the summer?"

Sitting on the chair, Chen Jianqiu patted the gold-plated armrest, looked left and right, and sighed.

He thought his office in New York was big enough, but it paled in comparison to that of a newspaper tycoon.

This entire floor was used as Pulitzer's office.

"Oh, it's really hot in the summer, the west is not covered, and I'll go downstairs at that time." Pulitzer was half-reclined in his large boss's chair.

He sat up, looked at Chen Jianqiu and Morgan in front of him, and suddenly smiled.

The sensitivity of his profession made him understand that when these two men appeared in his office at the same time today, something big must be happening.

"Tell me, is there anything I can do for the two of you?" He asked.

Chen Jianqiu leaned forward slightly.

"You're paying attention to Friday's stock market and bond market disaster."

"Yes, yes, yes." Pulitzer was immediately interested, "My editor and reporter have been following this story, and I wanted to talk to one of the two of you, but they both said they couldn't find you, and I was about to contact you." ”

"It's a war." Morgan spoke, looking very serious.

"Yes, we would like to ask our media brothers to help us announce something." Chen Jianqiu then said, "It is not only for the market, but also for our opponents." ”

Pulitzer nodded repeatedly.

Exclusive! First-hand! Mouthpiece!

For a media outlet, this is a desirable thing.

"So, we're an interview now, right?" Pulitzer stood up.

He walked over to the pantry in the corner of his office.

There's a pot of coffee brewing there.

Pulitzer bent down, took out two small, beautifully shaped ceramic cups from the cabinet, lifted the coffee pot, and poured two cups of coffee into the cups.

He walked up to Chen Jianqiu and Morgan with two cups of coffee.

Chen Jianqiu smelled a strong aroma.

"It's produced in Jamaica, in the Blue Mountains, where the yield is not very high, but the quality of the beans is very high, and I like it." Pulitzer placed the coffee on the small table in front of Chen Jianqiu and Morgan.

He turned back to his desk, bent down, and pulled out a notebook with a beautiful cover but rather a date from a drawer.

Pulitzer moved a chair and sat across from them.

He opened his notebook, placed it on his lap, and pulled out a very delicate pen from the inside pocket of his clothes.

"Then let's talk about how our heroes plan to save America."

Pulitzer cocked his legs, supported his chin with one hand and spread out the other, and chatted with the two.

The first thing Chen Jianqiu and Morgan revealed to him was that when the market opened tomorrow, there would be $20 million in funds running into the market to participate in the blockade of European capital;

In addition, $12 million will be put into the pool for stockbrokers to lend and use to increase the liquidity of transactions.

Pulitzer listened very attentively, his pen like a dragon, quickly recording key data and information in his notebook.

"I thought your newspaper was only good at pornographic stories right now." Chen Jianqiu glanced at Pulitzer's notebook and teased.

Pulitzer shook his finger:

"No, in normal times, we publish what my readers care about and want to see; But at critical times, the people's views need to be guided, and at the same time, let them know the truth while speaking their hearts for them. ”

"There's nothing more concerning during this time than the situation on the New York Stock Exchange." "I'm going to have them typeset overnight, rush to print, and try to get the people of New York to know about it early tomorrow morning," Pulitzer said. ”

"I will also send a special team to keep an eye on the 'battle situation' and be ready to call the shots." He added.

The three of them talked for a long time, until the sun was about to set.

"Would you like to have dinner together?" Pulitzer glanced at the big bell with gold hands in the corner and said, "I have everything in this building, and it doesn't matter if you want to live here." ”

"Did you also learn from little Astor to open a hotel?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"No, no, no, my 11th floor is an entire floor of bedrooms, which is reserved for employees who can't go back because of overtime." Pulitzer said proudly, "So my editors are very happy to work overtime." ”

Chen Jianqiu pursed his lips.

A company's culture is determined by its boss.

If the boss is a workaholic, then the employees below basically have to be ready to call the company home.

He suddenly slapped his head.

"By the way, wait for my manager to bring a distinguished guest here, prepare a dinner for him if it is convenient, and then please talk to the front desk on the first floor." Chen Jianqiu said, "You'd better arrange an interview for him as well, and his words are also very important." ”

"Well, you've got to tell me who the person is in advance, right?" Pulitzer Peller

"You'll know when you come, you should be no stranger to him." Chen Jianqiu winked at Pulitzer.

The restaurant of the Pulitzer Building, on the 8th floor.

The building, one of the few buildings in New York that has been fitted with elevators, was designed by the American company Otis and uses a DC motor to drive the ropes wound around the drum through a worm gear reducer to suspend and lift the car.

It's not fast, but it's better than climbing down the stairs from the twentieth floor.

And the restaurant on the eighth floor is more like a small bar, with a bar counter on the outside and a box inside.

There were a few newspaper employees at the bar who were having a drink, and when they saw the boss, they immediately put down their cups and greeted them at Pulitzer.

"Drink, drink, just don't delay." Pulitzer waved his hand, and then hurried into the box with the two men.

The employees outside discussed:

"Did you see those two guys?"

"Well, that Chinese should be Mr. Chen, who has been in the limelight recently, and the other one should be Mr. Morgan, his big nose is really easy to recognize."

"The two of them appeared in our newspaper, there must be something big going on!"

Chen Jianqiu and the three of them ate French dishes in a box with baroque decoration.

The chef is a Frenchman from Paris, who was met and dug by Pletzer when he was traveling in Europe, and his skills can only be said to be okay, but he is much better than many chefs in the United States.

Foie gras, black truffles, baguettes soaked in soup.

Chen Jianqiu was even a little curious about whether the Austrian-born media tycoon in front of him was of French descent.

After the three of them ate and chatted for a while, there was a knock on the door of the box.

Pulitzer got up and opened the door.

The first thing that catches your eye is Okafor's muscular body, which almost fills the door frame.

He dodged away, letting go of a man behind him.

It was Mr. Wright, the Federal Secretary of Finance.

The other two people in the room also stood up.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Wright, we didn't wait for you to start eating." Morgan said apologetically.

"It's okay, it's okay." Wright waved his hand duplicityly.

But his small actions betrayed him.

The Treasury secretary traveled by train from Washington to New York, munching on bread and drinking a glass of milk to fill his stomach along the way.

Looking at the food on the table, the old man swallowed almost instinctively.

As the owner, the newspaper tycoon did not expect the dignified finance minister to arrive in such a hurry.

He hurriedly beckoned Wright to sit down.

"What to eat, don't worry, I'll talk about what I need to say first." Wright said as he waited for his dish to be served as he looked at the few people in the seats.

"I'm here with a mission, and the government is willing to lend you $5 million in government funds." He straightened his clothes and said, "The federal government will support you!" ”

Chen Jianqiu and Morgan glanced at each other.

$5 million is not much, but it is not a lot, as long as the dollar does not collapse, it has a certain combat effectiveness.

Most importantly, the federal government has finally shown an attitude.

They will side with themselves.

The next day, Monday morning.

Belmont arrived early in the large room of his bank, as he had done last week.

Many of his British aides have already arrived.

Belmont took a glass of milk and a buttered loaf of bread from his assistant, and looked proudly at the board on the wall.

Last Friday was a great success.

Today, he wants to take advantage of the victory to chase the market to the bottom, and after causing a systemic crisis, he will buy the bottom according to the situation.

At half past nine, the New York Stock Exchange opened.

At the beginning, the market situation was the same as two days ago, a large number of orders were put up, no one cared, and the price fell again and again.

Belmont seemed to see that on the endless front in front of him, the opponent had collapsed and was completely defenseless.

The market is still on the downturn, and Belmont and his team are satisfied.

But after another half an hour, something was not quite right.

First of all, in the main battlefield, in the railway plate, a large number of lists began to emerge and began to support the bottom.

"Hey, Chen Jianqiu, this hillbilly spent two days to get money again?" After Belmont put down the phone, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "He doesn't want to live anymore!" I was in a hurry to swallow a gun and kill myself! ”

He turned his head and said to his staff:

"I know that there is an idiom in Chen's place, called 'mantis arm as a car', which means that the little praying mantis, not knowing its own insignificance, raises its arms to resist the wheels moving forward, today, we let him understand the meaning of the idiom from his hometown!"

Belmont's assistants, continuing to do what he was told, continued to sell.

The impact of their sell-off is not limited to themselves, but also to a significant number of local holders.

The securities they held in their hands did not have time to sell last Friday, so they all rushed to ship them today.

But the strange thing is that no matter how many orders there are in the market, the bulls take all the orders.

They are like a bottomless pit, constantly devouring the chips on their faces.

The battle line was stuck there and did not move for hours.

Belmont felt more and more that something was not right.

He's a little weak-hearted.

According to his calculations, Chen Jianqiu and Little Astor should have exhausted their funds at this time.

While he was puzzled, an employee of the team rushed in, waving a newspaper in his hand, and said breathlessly:

"Boss! Boss! Oh no, you need to check this out! ”

Belmont took the copy of the New York World in his hand, glanced at it, and his face turned pale.

"Led by Morgan and Chen Jianqiu, Wall Street collectively declared war on European financial capital!"

"Tens of millions of dollars in funds are in place, and the battle to defend is started!"

"Morgan! This bastard! This traitor! Belmont angrily slammed the newspaper on the table.

His lips were trembling.

"Didn't you say he was sick? Yes? He suddenly turned his head and stared at one of his subordinates with wide eyes.

It was this subordinate who had told him the news that Morgan had a bad cold.

The subordinates didn't dare to come out with a single one, but whispered: "Traitors are not counted, they are originally Americans!" ”

But Belmont did not hear this, and he ran frantically to the board, and roared like a wounded beast:

"Chips, we still have chips, quick, release them all!"

The two sides began to engage in a tug-of-war of bayonets on various plates, competing and consuming.

In fact, the situation on Chen Jianqiu's side is not too good.

By the end of the morning session.

The $12 million borrowed funds have long been borrowed by those stockbrokers, and the $25 million pool has bottomed out.

"If we have another meeting at noon, I can raise another $20 million." Morgan's eyes were so smoky from his cigar that he couldn't keep them open.

He's been pumping one after another this morning, and he hasn't stopped.

This is very rare.

After further analyzing the turnover and funding situation in the morning market, Morgan came to a preliminary conclusion.

"It looks like before two o'clock in the afternoon, it's going to be decided." Morgan took a deep breath, "The media and the morning's counterattack have achieved a little effect, but it is not enough, the market confidence is still insufficient, we have to continue to exert force!" ”

Chen Jianqiu on the side nodded.

"Well, my dozens of tons of gold are almost there."

(End of chapter)