America 1881: Legend of the West

Chapter 533 If you lose, you will die
In addition to the inventory worth twenty million US dollars, some of the dozens of tons of gold that Chen Jianqiu mentioned were left in the cave.

These are his treasures at the bottom of the box.

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

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

But in the end he decided to give it a try.

If you want to bet, bet big. If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to find such cheap assets.

As for the extra gold, no one else knows about it except those who started his business.

Of course Okafor doesn't know either.

Before setting off yesterday, Chen Jianqiu simply explained to him that the gold he would get would be a little more.

When counting gold at the port yesterday, the general manager of Sanjiang Bank was almost shocked.

A full ten tons more came out!
My boss Chen, do you call this a little bit? !
But since his boss didn't explain the source of the gold, he couldn't ask more questions and took the gold into the Sanjiang Bank's vault.

Morgan glanced at Chen Jianqiu playfully.

This Chinese restaurant will always bring you some unexpected surprises.

Being a teammate is something to be thankful for; but what if you are an opponent? That's really terrible.

The New York Stock Exchange's closing hours are from 12 noon to 1 p.m., with only one hour in between.

This hour is lunch time, but it is precious to both warring parties.

Both sides are mobilizing their troops and calculating the chips in their hands.

After the market opened in the afternoon, Belmont's European consortium tried to make a breakthrough from the manufacturing sector.

Since there is no way to make a comprehensive breakthrough, then look for the possibility of avoiding the main force and making a single-point breakthrough.

But Chen Jianqiu and Morgan made arrangements in advance.

Funds from New York City Bank came running into the market.

The stocks of several rope and shipbuilding companies were quickly pulled back after a sharp plunge.

The panic of selling stopped, and most people began to regain their composure and started to wait and see.

Belmont was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

He knows that the European capitalists behind him are not fuel-efficient lamps.

If there is no hope of winning, he will be thrown away like garbage, just like Hawke.

And "bad news" came from the bond market next door.

The 20 million gold promised to the government by Chen Jianqiu has been received.

Under the watchful eyes of many people at the bond exchange, Boss Chen took the lead in purchasing the gold bonds issued on his behalf.

This scene was also recorded with cameras by reporters present, and spread throughout the streets of New York through printed extras.

People are paying attention to everything that happens on the exchange.

Some businessmen carry the glory of the United States. Many of them participated in the Civil War or their ancestors participated in the Revolutionary War. They particularly cherish the national glory of the United States.

The free country that they and their fathers bought with their blood will never be allowed to be trampled on by foreigners again; the British will never want to ride on their faces again.

Even a Chinese like Chen Jianqiu chose to risk his life, so what reason did they have to retreat?

These people rushed in with their assets firmly, even if they lost everything.

The vast majority of people's views are simpler.

Whoever wins, whose side they are on.

They are still waiting and watching.

Hearing about Chen Jianqiu's gold revitalized the bond market.

Belmont smiled instead of 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 and said to the British guys around him:

"Twenty million is his last trump card! They have no cards!" He gestured with his hands at them excitedly, "Do you understand? We are about to win! The other side is out of ammunition and food! We just need to add more With one force, 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 his opponents and the U.S. market than he is.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Belmont took the last bargaining chip and prepared to fight to the death with Chen Jianqiu in the railway sector.

He is also ready to stud.

It takes over the rest of my career and honors.

He chose the Pacific Railroad.

This stock was the only one that was undefended and unfunded in the morning.

Chen Jianqiu's bargain hunting funds last Friday were already halfway up the mountain.

Belmont is going to make that money worthless!
At 2:10, everything seemed to be 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 the order yet, and the price is still falling.

Sometimes, no news is the best news.

Belmont actually wanted to go and see the scene, but he was afraid that if he showed up, he would be beaten to death by the angry crowd.

After walking around the room a few times, he looked 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.

"Um, not yet. I've made some sporadic purchases, but they should all be suicide squads." The agent said on the other end of the phone.

"Then why are you calling me when you have nothing to do?" Belmont became agitated for no reason and lost his temper on the phone.

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

"We saw Chen Jianqiu, the Chinese boss."

Belmont suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fear coming over him:
"Isn't he at the bond exchange or his own base? Why did he come to the securities company?"

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

Then, a burst of noise came over, and there seemed to be a commotion in the securities trading hall.

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

"He, the broker next to him is taking a stack of bills to the trading booth! He, he should be making a move!"

Belmont suddenly felt cold from head to toe:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There is no way he still has funds! He is bluffing!"

He grabbed the receiver and shouted hysterically:

"Keep throwing! Smash the plate! Use all our chips!"

The phone was disconnected.

In the exchange, Chen Jianqiu sat on a row of chairs, puffing away a cigar in his hand.

His appearance and subsequent actions undoubtedly gave everyone at the scene a shot in the arm.

Chen Jianqiu entered the scene with several million dollars in his cave.

Last week, these millions of dollars might not have caused much of a stir, but that is no longer the case.

the price is too low.

These several million dollars are enough to support Chen Jianqiu's crazy shopping spree.

He was like a greedy glutton, eating as many chips as he could get.

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

He rushed in with government funds and more than 10 million US dollars raised in the afternoon. His main target was the surviving railway companies in the East.

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

They made a gentleman's agreement:

Chen Jianqiu took charge of all the railway companies in the west, while Morgan took charge of those in the east. The two sides integrated their own businesses and kept to themselves.

If there really is a business conflict in the future and we come to blows, we’ll talk about it later.

The stock price rebounded at an incredible speed.

The staff who hang up the price signs in the trading hall are as busy as they were last week. Prices are changing almost every moment. Often, a sign is just hung up and they have to replace it with the next one after receiving news from the trading booth.

The atmosphere in the market was completely ignited, and those who were still on the sidelines began to get out impatiently.

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 the camel's back for Belmont and the short sellers.

The bulls were unstoppable and not only quickly recovered the lost ground before last Friday, but also went further and reached a new high before the afternoon close.

There was cheering in the exchange.

Some of them hugged each other.

People are celebrating their victory.

As an American poet once said:
When the sun breaks through the dark clouds and shines brightly, everything will pass and everything will be fine.

"Huh? Where's Mr. Chen? He was here just now!"

Finally someone remembered the Chinese who worked with Morgan to save America during this crisis.

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

Chen Jianqiu did not intend to "walk away afterward, hiding his achievements and fame."

He planned to find Belmont to see if he would fulfill his promise.

Belmont now slumped in his chair.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely depressing. The company's employees all kept their heads down, doing some meaningless work.

Yes, there is no point anymore.

Because no one knows whether Belmont Bank will still be there tomorrow.

The British have left.

The Londoner only left one sentence:

"Go and explain it to your Lordship yourself."

Belmont knew he had no way of explaining it.

Even if he had eight more mouths to feed, he would not be able to explain it.

He was finished, completely finished.

"Everyone, go home and get off work." Belmont was silent for a long time before he raised his head and waved to the employees. His voice was hoarse and haggard.

He was soon the only one left in the room.

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

His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead as he walked aimlessly along the bank of the Hudson River.

The ships on the Hudson River were still busy, and the sound of whistles drifted from the estuary far away and reached Belmont's ears.

The setting sun shines on the river, creating ripples.

Very beautiful, but very sad.

Belmont withdrew his gaze from the river.

He suddenly noticed a long black shadow appearing on the ground in front of him.

Belmont looked up.

Chen Jianqiu was leaning against a tree, his hands folded across his chest, looking at him quietly.

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

Chen Jianqiu shook his head:
"You are not worth being humiliated."

"You lowly yellow mule, you just took advantage! That damn big nose is a shameless traitor. Without him, you would have been suffocated to death long ago!"

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

He looked down on the man in front of him from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time, he attributed all his failures to Morgan's betrayal.

No one could have imagined that the big-nosed Morgan, who had always worked hard for the Rothschild family, would actually turn against them at the most critical moment.

Chen Jianqiu's face showed no expression, nor did he refute. He just said:
"You want to duel with me? I can give you a decent death."

Belmont took a sharp step back.

"You, you are crazy!"

He did think of his many possible outcomes, such as being abandoned by the Rothschild family, being laughed at by his peers on Wall Street, and never being able to survive in New York.

But he never thought about death.

Why?
I am just an agent, and the money I earn is enough to live on for the rest of my life. At worst, I can find a place to hide my identity, go to South America, or go to Asia to start over.

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

"I, I was just joking at the time." Belmont said trembling.

He looked around to see if he could find a passerby to help him out.

After all, it is impossible for you, Chen Jianqiu, to kill someone in public!

But this section of the riverbank was very secluded and no one else passed by.

Belmont has always believed that as long as one is thick-skinned enough and strong enough inside, one can be invincible in the financial industry.

Those who commit suicide by shooting themselves are mainly because they are too fragile.

"Oh? Are you kidding?"

Chen Jianqiu slowly walked up to Belmont, took out a revolver from his clothes, and put it into Belmont's hand.

"We are all adults now and we have to be responsible for our words. I am from the West and I really appreciate your use of the most primitive Western way to solve problems."

Chen Jianqiu patted his shoulder and then turned away.

Belmont looked at the gun in his hand.

His whole body was shaking like a sieve.

His eyes swept across the gun, and he suddenly felt frightened.

Belmont's heart was broken.

Since you put the gun in my hands, I will send you to see God.

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

He pulled the trigger.

Only a hollow "click" sound was heard.

No bullet flew out, the chamber was empty.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and approached the distraught Belmont again.

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

Belmont tried to struggle, but was completely unable to move.

He couldn't even drop the gun.

"Don't you know that in order to prevent accidental discharge, the first shot of a revolver is usually left blank?" Chen Jianqiu stared into Belmont's eyes and said slowly.

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

The banker's eyes were filled with fear.

He could already feel the icy temperature of the gun barrel.

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

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

"boom"

The sound of gunfire echoed off the levee.

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

Chen Jianqiu loosened his hand.

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

Chen Jianqiu glanced down, shook his head, and uttered a word:
"Coward."

(End of this chapter)