"Mr. Morgan! What is the wind that is blowing you? ”

Department of Justice Building, 950 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, DC.

Morgan, dressed in an overcoat, walked in through the gate.

He was followed by several men who were also wearing overcoats, looking like they were asking for guilt.

Tom Atkins, the director of Justice and Statistics, who happened to be walking by the door with a paper, saw him and greeted him.

Before joining the Department of Justice, he had worked in a Wall Street law firm, so he knew Morgan well.

But Morgan is rarely seen in Washington, except when something big happens.

"Where's Knox?" Morgan asked expressionlessly.

He directly omitted the title of "minister" and called him by his first name, which was visibly angry to the naked eye.

"He's upstairs dealing with some things, what's wrong, do you have something to do with him?" Atkins stood in front of Morgan, without the slightest hint of moving.

Mr. Director's eyes narrowed.

This is the Department of Justice building, a sacred and solemn place, no matter how awesome you Morgan is, it's also on Wall Street, and no one buys your account here.

Morgan was aware of his abruptness, but he wasn't going to give in.

The banker gathered his clothes:

"I'm looking for something with Mr. Knox, and I hope he can talk to him about it because of the relationship he has known for many years." Morgan said.

The "acquaintance for many years" he said is naturally not groundless.

However, familiarity is quite familiar, and it is difficult to talk about a good relationship.

Knox had worked for both him and Rockefeller, where he was responsible for the legal side.

However, because of the difference in concepts, he was excluded from the core layer until he abandoned business and entered politics, and his career improved.

Roosevelt's appointment of Knox as attorney general also took a fancy to this.

"Then I'll ask you to wait here for a while, and I'll have someone bring you a message."

Without giving the bank tycoon any face, the director turned around and walked into the elevator.

Morgan and his entourage waited in the lobby on the first floor for about ten minutes.

The banker's expression was as cold and bottomless as he was in front of the camera lens.

"Whoa!"

The elevator fence gate was opened.

Morgan and his entourage turned their gazes.

A Justice Department employee stepped out of the elevator.

In addition to him, there was an old acquaintance of Morgan in the elevator.

Chen Jianqiu.

He also carried a box in his hand.

"Mr. Morgan, the minister is waiting for you in his office."

The clerk walked up to Morgan and said.

But Morgan directly ignored the government employee, walked to the elevator, and walked to Chen Jianqiu, who had just raised his head.

Chen Jianqiu didn't expect to meet this old guy here.

He had actually come to deliver something that would keep Northern Securities awake, and by the way, he would talk to Roosevelt about something about the Panama Canal.

Chen Jianqiu looked at Morgan's gloomy look and pondered what to say.

Who knew that Morgan spoke first:

"I thought that only Northern Securities was prosecuted, but I didn't expect that the Gunpowder Association would not be able to escape this fate."

He glanced at the box in Chen Jianqiu's hand, leaned into his ear, and whispered:

"I'm afraid this man can't be sent with money."

Chen Jianqiu was stunned for a moment, and then immediately sighed:

"yes, the federal government is going to unload the mill and kill the donkey."

"You have such a relationship with Roosevelt, you can't be spared, this guy is too ruthless!" Morgan sighed, "When you kept him as vice president, I thought it was a good move." ”

"Yes, heaven is not as good as people, who would have thought that President McKinley would be gone!"

Chen Jianqiu's voice was low, and he seemed to be a little "sad".

"He's a great president, and even though there are some contradictions between us, that doesn't stop him from being one of the greatest American presidents in my mind."

"He led America to prosperity and prosperity! I vaguely remember when he and Congressman Hanna came to my house before the election."

The more Chen Jianqiu spoke, the more "sad" he became, almost crying, and the other people in the elevator also looked at him.

Morgan was also in a trance for a while.

It is said that there is discord between McKinley and Chen Jianqiu, who would have thought that they would be so "heroes cherish heroes"?

It seems that McKinley's gas is too small.

He patted Chen Jianqiu on the shoulder, and then led his entourage into the elevator.

Chen Jianqiu watched the elevator behind him close the door, and watched Morgan and them ascend.

To be honest, he was a bit of a cat crying mouse about McKinley's death.

Chen Jianqiu sometimes wonders if he would gamble if the president lived another year or two.

Maybe California will become a Chinese autonomous state at that time.

But there is no if.

Let's let these guys, who have been encouraging the former president behind their backs, try the iron fist of antitrust.

Morgan and his entourage went up to the third floor.

The elevator driver pulled the door open for them.

At the door of the elevator stood several men from the Ministry of Justice, and in addition to them, there were four or five agents of the Secret Service.

The faces of these people are not friendly.

Morgan frowned.

Since McKinley's assassination, the newly inaugurated President Roosevelt has changed the Secret Service's personnel in charge of White House security from top to bottom.

Like the FBI, they employ a large number of former border detective agencies.

Since these agents of the Secret Service have appeared, it means that the president is also here.

It's just right, it's just looking for one, and two get it together, just right.

"Mr. Morgan, Minister Knox is waiting for you in the office, but you are the only one who can enter."

The agent in charge looked impartial and made a "please" gesture.

Morgan waved his hand at the attendant behind him, straightened his clothes, and followed the agent into the hallway.

The minister's office, at the end of the corridor.

Two men came to the office door.

The agent pushed the door open.

Morgan walked into the office and found Knox and Roosevelt standing at the large desk, whispering something about something.

The banker glanced at the office.

At a glance, he saw stacks of papers on the table.

His gaze fell on the document placed on the top.

The paper and layout used in that document were all used inside the Northern Document.

These are internal documents.

Morgan's heart suddenly cooled in half.

Knox noticed Morgan's gaze and flipped through the document on top.

"Mr. Morgan, may I ask what you are doing here today?"

He asked, very official in tone and phrasing.

"Mr. Minister, Mr. President, I am sure you should understand the purpose of my coming here today."

Unaware of the importance and authenticity of the documents, Morgan kicked the ball out first to see the opponent's attitude.

"I don't understand, Mr. Morgan, you might as well put it bluntly, we are willing to communicate with every law-abiding American citizen."

Knox kicked the ball back, with a thorn in his words.

Morgan was a little dissatisfied, but there was nothing he could do but continue:

"Mr. Minister, not long ago, you suddenly announced in New York that you were going to prosecute the Northern Securities Company."

"Yes, there is such a thing." Knox nodded.

"Personally, I think this is very disrespectful to me personally, to Northern Securities, and to my partners." Morgan said, looking Knox in the eye.

"Oh? Is it? Do you mean that I should have a breath with you in advance? Knox asked.

"I think at least it should be." Morgan raised his chin slightly, "Your remarks caused panic in the market, and countless people who held shares of Northern Securities frantically sold their stocks, and I made a lot of effort to stabilize the situation." ”

"This almost caused another financial market disaster." Morgan added.

"So, you're here to ask about your sins today, aren't you?"

Roosevelt, who had not spoken all this time, suddenly spoke.

He stroked his round-rimmed glasses.

"I made Knox do this, do you think we would do it without a good reason and evidence?"

"That's not what I meant, Mr. President." Morgan decided to take a step back, saying, "The U.S. financial markets are large and at the same time fragile, and they laid the foundation for the U.S. to become a world power, and we should take care of it." ”

"Then I thank you so much for telling me this." Roosevelt's expression was amusing, "It's really 'reassuring' for a company's stock to fluctuate and the entire market to face a collapse." ”

Morgan felt that he had gotten himself in, so instead of dwelling on the stock matter, he opened up another angle:

"We've done a lot to stabilize the rail market, and I'm a big supporter of the federal government, because the government is doing that that will chill the market and put everyone at risk."

"Mr. Morgan, we have never forgotten your contribution to the country, but this cannot be a shield for Northern Securities to affect the balance of the market." Roosevelt said.

"If my people make mistakes, you can tell me and we can go back and discuss fixes and solutions."

Morgan took another step back, lowering his posture.

However, Roosevelt shook his head and said in a categorical voice:

"There is no possibility, Mr. Morgan, what we are talking to you about is not simply right or wrong, but the future of the United States, and there is no room for negotiation."

"So, Northern Securities, it must be split!"

This sentence is loud and clear.

Morgan didn't speak, but turned and walked out of the office.

There was a complete break between him and the federal government.

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(End of chapter)