The dozens of tons of gold Chen Jianqiu said, in addition to the inventory worth 20 million US dollars, there is also a part of it that is left in the cave.

These are the treasures at the bottom of his box.

Chen Jianqiu thought about whether to touch the gold for a long time.

After all, if he accidentally gets his shoes wet by the river, this gold can help him make a comeback.

But in the end, he decided to give it a go.

If you want to gamble, you have to bet big, and if you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to find such a cheap asset.

As for the extra gold, no one else knew anything but those who started with him.

Okafor, of course, didn't know.

Before leaving yesterday, Chen Jianqiu just briefly explained to him that there would be a little more gold.

Yesterday, when the gold was counted at the port, the head of the Sanjiang Bank almost dropped his jaw.

That's a dozen tons more!

My Boss Chen, do you call this a little bit?!

However, since his boss did not explain the source of the gold, he was inconvenient to ask, so he bet the gold into the vault of Sanjiang Bank.

Morgan glanced at Chen Jianqiu playfully.

This Chinese will always bring you some unexpected surprises.

As teammates, it's something to be thankful for; But what if it's an opponent? It was horrible.

The New York Stock Exchange is closed from 12 noon to 1 pm, with only one hour in between.

It was lunchtime, but it was precious for both warring sides.

Both sides are deploying troops, calculating the chips in their hands.

After the afternoon open, Belmont's European consortium tried to break through from the manufacturing sector.

Since there is no way to make a comprehensive breakthrough, let's find out if there is any possibility of avoiding the main force and breaking through at a single point.

But Chen Jianqiu and Morgan made arrangements in advance.

New York City Bank's money ran in.

The stocks of several rope and shipbuilding companies were quickly pulled back after a large dive.

The panic of the sell-off subsided, and most people began to regain their composure and wait and see.

Belmont was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

He knew that none of these European capitalists behind him were fuel-efficient lamps.

If there is no hope of winning, you will be discarded like garbage, just like Hawke was in the beginning.

And there is also "bad news" from the bond market next door.

Chen Jianqiu promised the government 20 million gold in place.

Under the watchful eyes of many people in the bond exchange, Boss Chen took the lead in buying the gold bonds issued by himself.

And this scene was also recorded by the reporters present with cameras, and spread all over the streets and alleys of New York through the extra printed number.

People are watching everything that happens on the exchange.

Some of the merchants carried the glory of the United States, many of them participated in the Civil War or the Revolutionary War, and they especially cherished the national glory of the United States.

The land of freedom, which they and their fathers had bought with their blood, will never be trampled on by foreigners again; The Englishmen don't want to ride in their faces again.

Even a Chinese like Chen Jianqiu chose to fight for his life, what reason did they have to retreat.

These people resolutely rushed in with their assets, even if they were bankrupt.

The vast majority of people have a more modest view.

Whoever wins, on whose side they are on.

They are still waiting.

Hear that Chen Jianqiu's gold has revitalized the bond market.

Belmont laughed instead of being angry.

Because he had investigated Chen Jianqiu's liquidity.

He raised his hand in excitement and almost knocked the sign on the wall to the ground.

Belmont danced to the Englishmen beside him and said:

"20 million is his last hole card! They're out of cards! He excitedly gestured at them with his hand, "You understand? We're about to win! The opposite side is running out of ammunition! We only need to work harder, and Chen Jianqiu and that traitor will be finished! ”

The British looked at him suspiciously.

They got together and discussed it, and finally decided to trust the person in front of them again.

After all, this person is more familiar with opponents and the American market than himself.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Belmont took the last chips and prepared to fight Chen Jianqiu to the death in the railway plate.

He's ready to stud too.

Pressing on the second half of his career and honors.

He chose the Pacific Railroad.

This stock was the only one in the morning that was not defended and had no funds to back it up.

Last Friday, Chen Jianqiu's bottom-buying funds were already copied halfway up the mountain.

Belmont wants to make that money worthless!

At 10:00 p.m., it seemed that everything was going in a good direction.

Belmont paced back and forth in the room, his eyes fixed on the phone in front of him.

The phone didn't ring.

This means that no one on that side has taken over yet, and the price is still hanging down.

Sometimes, no news is the best news.

Belmont actually wanted to go to the scene, but he was afraid that if he did, he would be killed on the spot by the angry crowd.

After a few circles around the room, he glanced up at the clock in the corner.

Half past two.

"Jingle bell!"

The phone still rang.

Belmont rushed to the phone and picked up the receiver.

"Is there any movement?" He asked eagerly.

"Well, not yet, there are some sporadic eats, but they should all be death squads." On the other end of the phone, the agent said.

"What are you doing calling?" Belmont was irritated for no apparent reason and lost his temper on the phone.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds, and then he replied:

"We, we saw Chen Jianqiu, that Chinese boss."

Belmont suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fear welling up:

"Isn't he on the bond exchange or in his home base? How did you get to the side of the securities? ”

There was still silence on the other end of the line.

Then, there was a commotion, and there seemed to be a commotion in the securities trading floor.

Suddenly, the agent's voice came, with a hint of fear and panic in his voice:

"He, the agent next to him went to the trading booth with a stack of bills! He, he's supposed to be going to make a move! ”

Belmont suddenly felt cold from head to toe:

"Impossible! When pigs fly! There's no way he still has the funds! He's bluffing! ”

He grabbed the earpiece and shouted hysterically:

"Keep throwing! Smash the plate! With all our chips! ”

The phone was disconnected.

In the exchange, Chen Jianqiu sat in that row of chairs, holding a cigar in his hand and swallowing the clouds.

His appearance and subsequent actions undoubtedly gave the people at the scene a boost in their hearts.

Chen Jianqiu, with the millions of dollars in his cave, entered the market.

Last week, those millions of dollars might not have made a splash, but now it's different.

The price is too low.

These millions of dollars are enough to support Chen Jianqiu's frantic sweeping.

He was like a greedy glutton, how many chips he had, how many chips he ate.

At the same time, the horn of Morgan's counterattack sounded.

He brought in with government funds and more than 10 million dollars raised in the afternoon, and the main target was the surviving railroad company in the east.

At dinner yesterday, the two had even discussed how to divide the spoils.

They made a gentleman's agreement:

Chen Jianqiu was in charge of all the railroads in the west, and Morgan was in charge of the east.

The two sides are integrated separately, and the well water does not interfere with the river water.

If there is a real business conflict in the future, and the war will meet, then let's talk about it.

The price of the stock rebounded rapidly at an incredible rate.

The staff on the trading floor are as busy as they were last week, and the price changes almost all the time, often as soon as this sign is put up, and after receiving the message from the trading booth, the next one has to be replaced.

The atmosphere of the market was completely ignited, and those who were still waiting on the sidelines began to impatiently start to play.

They are afraid that if they are late, they will miss such a good opportunity to make money.

Liquidity is activated.

This became the last straw that broke Belmont and the bears.

The bulls not only quickly recovered the losses they had lost before last Friday, but also went one step further and reached a new height before the end of the afternoon.

The exchange was full of cheers.

Some of them hugged each other.

People are celebrating their victory.

As one American poet said:

When the sun breaks through the clouds and shines, everything will pass and everything will be fine.

"Huh? What about Mr. Chen? He was still here! ”

Finally, someone remembered the Chinese who saved the United States with Morgan in this crisis.

But Chen Jianqiu, who was originally sitting on the exchange chair smoking a cigar, has disappeared.

Chen Jianqiu didn't mean to "go away afterwards and hide his merit and fame".

He was going to find Belmont to see if he was going to make good on his promise.

Belmont slumped in his chair.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely oppressive, and the employees of the company were all bowing their heads and doing some meaningless work.

Yes, there is no point anymore.

Because no one knows if Belmont Bank will be there tomorrow.

The Britons have left.

Londoner left only one sentence:

"Go and explain it to Lord Lord."

Belmont knew she had no way of explaining it.

Even if he had eight more mouths, he couldn't explain it.

He's finished, completely finished.

"Let's get rid of it, let's get off work." Belmont was silent for a long time before he raised his head and waved at the employees, his voice hoarse and haggard.

Soon he was the only one left in the room.

Belmont didn't know how he got out of the bank.

His legs were as heavy as lead, and he walked aimlessly on the banks of the Hudson River.

The steamers on the Hudson River were still busy, and the whistle drifted far from the mouth of the sea to Belmont's ears.

The setting sun shone on the river.

It's beautiful, but it's poignant.

Belmont's gaze was withdrawn from the river.

Suddenly, he spotted a long black shadow on the ground in front of him.

Belmont looked up.

Chen Jianqiu was leaning against the tree, holding his hands in front of his chest, looking at him quietly.

"Are you here to humiliate me?" Belmont asked through gritted teeth.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head:

"You don't have the value of being humiliated."

"You lowly yellow-skinned mule, but you're taking advantage! That damn big nose is a shameless traitor, and without him, you would have been suffocated long ago! ”

Belmont took a step back and began to vent her anger on the other party.

He looked down on the person in front of him in his heart, while still attributing all the reasons for his failure to Morgan's betrayal.

No one could have imagined that the big-nosed Morgan, who had been saddle the Rothschild family with him, would actually turn back at the most critical moment.

Chen Jianqiu didn't have any expression on his face, nor did he sneer at each other, but just said:

"Aren't you going to duel with me? I can give you a decent way to die. ”

Belmont jerked back.

"You, you're crazy!"

He thought about many of his fates, such as being abandoned by the Rothschilds, ridiculed by his peers on Wall Street, and never being able to get along in New York.

But he never thought of death.

Why?

I'm just an agent, and I make enough money to live for the rest of my life, so it's a big deal to find a place to go incognito, go to South America, or go to Asia to start over.

"From the moment you challenged me in Freemasonry, the contract was in effect, and I accept your challenge." Chen Jianqiu said.

"Me, I was just talking and playing." Belmont said with a shudder.

He looked left and right to see if he could find passers-by to relieve himself.

After all, it's impossible for you Chen Jianqiu to kill people in public!

But this section of the embankment is very secluded, and no one else passes by.

Belmont has always believed that as long as the skin is thick enough and the heart is strong enough, in the financial industry, you can be invincible.

Those who committed suicide by swallowing guns are mainly because they are too vulnerable.

"Oh? Talking about playing? ”

Chen Jianqiu slowly walked in front of Belmont, took out a revolver from his clothes, and stuffed it into Belmont's hand.

"We are all adults, and we have to take responsibility for our own words, I am from the west, and I appreciate you very much for solving problems in the most primitive way in the west."

Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder, and then turned around.

Belmont looked at the gun in his hand.

His whole body was shaking like chaff.

His gaze swept over the gun, and his courage suddenly rose from the evil side.

Belmont's heart was crossed.

Since you gave me the gun, then I will send you to God.

At the moment when Chen Jianqiu turned around, Belmont raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the person in front of him.

He pulled the trigger.

I could only hear a "click" sound.

No bullets flew out, and the chamber was empty.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and re-approached Belmont, who had no master of the six gods.

He grabbed the wrist of the latter's hand holding the gun and slowly bent his arm upward.

Belmont tried to struggle, but couldn't move at all.

He couldn't even throw the gun away.

"Don't you know that the first shot of a revolver is usually empty in order to prevent misfire?" Chen Jianqiu stared at Belmont's eyes and said slowly.

The muzzle of the gun was already on Belmont's chin.

The banker's eyes were filled with fear.

He was already feeling the icy temperature of the barrel.

"Just now, you called me the Yellow Mule, right?" Chen Jianqiu's finger pressed on Belmont's finger on the trigger.

"Remember, this second bullet is a live bullet!"

"Bang"

Gunfire echoed across the embankment.

Belmont's jaw was pierced by the bullet from the revolver in his hand.

Chen Jianqiu let go of his hand.

The banker's corpse, like a sack, rolled down the embankment and into the Hudson River.

Chen Jianqiu glanced down, shook his head, and a word floated out of his mouth:

"Soft eggs."

(End of chapter)