North America 1849, from Gold Rush to Warlord

Chapter 71 The end of the road
"Mr. Ross, it's me!"

Before he could finish speaking, the person pushed open the door and entered.

Upon seeing who it was, Ross's eyes narrowed instantly!

"It's you? That yellow-skinned monkey, that Chinaman!"

Azu led Vic, Jason, Ayan, and Harley, along with eight strong Chinese laborers carrying large boxes.

For safety's sake, bring a few more people.

We encountered no obstacles along the way.

The entire Bay Area bank headquarters was already in chaos, and nobody cared what Ah Zu and his group were doing there.

Azu walked to the opposite side of Ross's desk and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"You yellow-skinned monkey, what are you doing here? Get out, get out of here!" Ross glared at Azu, pointing angrily at the door.

Azu smiled nonchalantly: "Don't be in such a hurry, Mr. Ross, I'm here to keep my promise!"

Ross was completely bewildered: "A promise? What promise? I don't remember ever promising you anything!"

"Hehe, Mr. Ross, you really have a bad memory!" Azu continued, "Three months ago, at the shipyard office, I said that I would give your Bay Area Bank a new owner!"

Ross racked his brains, and it seemed like there really was such a thing!

But at that time, he would only think that this overly young Chinese man was simply venting, and who would take his words seriously?

Azu raised an eyebrow: "Well? Mr. Ross, do you remember now?"

Yes, this young Chinese man once slapped himself in the face with a thick wad of US dollars!

Seeing Ross's seemingly enlightened expression, Azu continued, "It seems Mr. Ross has remembered!"

"Today, well, it seems the March deadline has passed by a few days. But I think... Mr. Ross shouldn't mind this small delay, right?"

Ross was feeling worse than if his mother had died, and he had no time to listen to Azu's rambling.

"You despicable yellow-skinned monkey, I don't care what you're up to, if you know what's good for you, get out of here right now!"

"Snap!" Azu snapped his fingers and ordered the people behind him, "Open the box and show it to Mr. Ross!"

"Snap!" Eight Chinese laborers simultaneously opened two large wooden crates!

"Wow!"

The dazzling golden light instantly blinded everyone!
Those were... two large, neatly arranged boxes of gold bars!
Upon seeing the two large boxes filled with bright orange gold bars, Ross was completely dumbfounded!
"Gulp...!" Ross stood up abruptly, swallowing hard, his eyes fixed on the two large chests of gold, unable to look away.

As a banker, Ross had seen gold before, and in fact, far more gold than he had seen before.

But things are different now. Ross is at his wit's end. Facing a run on his bank account, unable to sell his assets, and with the death threat from Daniel Cameron, he has nowhere to turn!

"Huang...no, esteemed sir, what...what do you mean by this?"

Jews are indeed a race that only cares about money. As long as you have money, you are their god and their father. They can turn on you faster than flipping through a book!

Azu said calmly, "I told you, I'm going to give your bank a new owner!"

"Want to buy my bank? Of course, we can sit down and have a good talk!"

Ross nodded hastily; all he wanted now was to escape as quickly as possible, and if he could run away with a large sum of gold, that would be ideal. "No!" Azu calmly shook his head: "Given the current state of Bay Area banks, I don't think even a fool would take it on."

The glimmer of hope that had just ignited in Ross's eyes was instantly extinguished: "So you mean...?"

"While I am not interested in Bay Area Bank itself, I am somewhat interested in Mr. Ross's assets."

As he spoke, Azu took a list from Vic's hand: "If we're not mistaken, Mr. Ross and Bay Area Bank own a shipping company, a coal mine, two iron mines, a copper mine, and 10,000 acres of land in the Central Valley...!"

"There are also dozens of commercial real estate properties located in cities such as San Francisco, Sacramento, and San Jose...!"

This is a very long list, all of which represent the wealth that Ross has painstakingly accumulated over the years.

Moreover, these are all high-quality assets. Not to mention anything else, the rent from those dozens of properties alone can bring in at least tens of thousands of dollars every year.

Those coal, iron, and copper mines, due to a lack of labor, have not been fully developed, but the mineral resources buried within them are of immeasurable value.

Ten thousand acres (approximately 60,700 mu) of land in the Central Valley are now almost abandoned due to lack of cultivation.

But that was the most fertile and lush land in the Central Valley, enough to provide a livelihood for tens of thousands of people!
The core shipping company owns twelve large ocean-going clipper ships and more than thirty coastal and inland waterway merchant ships, with routes covering the eastern and western oceans of the United States, Europe, and even the distant East.

In addition to its merchant fleet and shipping routes, the shipping company also has a group of experienced captains and sailors. Although many have left in recent months, the remaining personnel are still invaluable.

After reading the list aloud, Azu handed it to Ross and said, "Mr. Ross, do you see if there's anything I've missed?"

Ross took the list and looked at it. His palms and forehead were sweaty. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead.

"It seems you are very familiar with my assets...!"

“This is no secret to me!” Azu pointed to two large wooden crates filled with gold bars: “Mr. Ross, there are a total of one hundred gold bars in here, each weighing one hundred ounces.”

"That means there are 10,000 ounces of gold here, worth $210,000!"

Azu looked at Ross: "I think this amount of gold is enough to buy all the assets on the list, isn't it?"

"What...?" Ross was instantly enraged: "Are you kidding me? These assets of mine are worth at least two million dollars! You think you can buy them for a mere two hundred and one hundred thousand dollars worth of gold...!"

"Heh!" Azu chuckled coldly. "Looks like my asking price was still too high!"

With a gentle wave of his hand, Azu took out a gold brick from the box.

Azu said expressionlessly, "Mr. Ross, the price I offered is now down to only 9,900 ounces of gold!"

"What? You...you can't do this! No business is conducted like this!" Cold sweat instantly poured down Ross's forehead.

Ah Zu waved his hand gently again!

Vic took out another gold brick!
"Now, there are only 9,800 ounces left!"

"Wait...no, don't do this, we can talk this out!"

Rose's face was twitching, as if every gold brick he pulled out was cutting into his flesh!
Azu waved his hand again, and Jason took out a gold brick from the box in front of him!
"Now, there are only 9,700 ounces left!"

"Wait...stop...!"

Seeing that the young Chinese man was about to wave again, Ross acted quickly and grabbed Azu's hand tightly!

"No...don't take my gold anymore! I...I agreed!!!"

(End of this chapter)