America 1881: Legend of the West

20 tons of gold temporarily saved the lives of the US dollar and the federal government, but it was not enough to turn things around.

Chen Jianqiu formed a very professional team and began to issue gold bonds.

This team recruited many outstanding financial talents on Wall Street at that time.

Part of them did it because Chen Jianqiu offered a high salary, and part of them thought it was a very meaningful thing.

After the first batch of gold bonds came out, they sold very well.

Those 20 tons of gold still shocked people a lot.

Rumor has it that the Astor family has also joined the ranks of buying gold bonds. The strength of New York's largest landowner is well known.

If they take action, everything will be fine, right?

On the other side, Belmont was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"Morgan! We have to find a way. If this continues, this yellow-skinned Chinese will become a force that Wall Street cannot ignore! This is something I cannot tolerate."

In his office at Morgan Bank, Belmont paced back and forth.

Big-nosed Morgan, on the other hand, sat in his big office chair without saying a word.

"We can use our connections in Congress! If these two guys can act so quickly, they must have bypassed Congress. We can let our people cause trouble for them!"

Morgan still said nothing.

"If it doesn't work, I have other options, such as discussing with the Lord to short the U.S. economy. If he gives those people hope, we will extinguish all hope!"

The Lord Belmont refers to, of course, is the big shot of the European Rothschild family.

Morgan's big nose twitched suddenly, but his expression remained normal:

"Short the United States?" He glanced at Belmont, pointed the finger holding the cigar at himself, and then pointed at Belmont, "You and I are all Americans."

"Morgan, is there something wrong with your brain?" Belmont was so anxious that he couldn't speak at all. "I'll say it again! We are bankers! There is no word nationality in the dictionary of bankers! We only serve capital. .”

Morgan did not dispute Belmont's claims.

So the Rothschild spokesperson in the United States began to talk endlessly about his plan, while Morgan fell into deep thought.

"Morgan! You should express your opinion!"

Morgan raised his head:

"Let's talk to those two people."

34 Bell Street.

This is not only the headquarters of the Border Detective Agency, but also the office location of Chen Jianqiu's "Legal and Financial Center".

Since Sanjiang Bank began to issue gold bonds, Chen Jianqiu, who has been keeping a low profile in the east all year round, has come to the forefront.

People suddenly discovered that there was another big shot in the American business world, Chen.

The industries Chen Jianqiu is involved in include but are not limited to finance, arms, real estate, and international trade.

As a result, various rumors about the "Chen Group" began to spread.

Chen Jianqiu has never denied this.

If there really is a "Chen Group", then 34 Bell Street is where the brain is.

The entire large office on the third floor seemed to be in a wartime state.

All kinds of staff were walking back and forth in the corridor with various materials and documents in their hands.

None of them had time to stop and chat. They were all performing their duties and analyzing the news from various channels.

Chen Jianqiu placed a huge square table at the end of the large office.

A very large piece of thick cardboard is spread out on the table, with plans, precautions and some key data listed on it.

Chen Jianqiu held a pen and leaned over the table, calculating something with concentration.

On the wall behind him, there were densely packed small notes recording information elements.

"Chen, the second batch of gold from Roswell is already on its way." Lawyer Dylan took a piece of information from his assistant and whispered into Chen Jiaqiu's ear.

Chen Jianqiu straightened up.

He put the pen on the table and moved his neck and waist:

"Well, once it's shipped, we'll send it to New York first, so that Wyatt and Holiday can coordinate the security work so that there won't be any mistakes."

Chen Jianqiu raised his head and looked around, trying to move his eyes.

But his eyes suddenly stopped on an inconspicuous little envelope in the assistant's hand.

There was obviously something inside.

"What is that you are holding in your hand?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

The assistant was suddenly cueed by Chen Jianqiu and was startled. He quickly handed the envelope to the boss's hand:

"Sorry, boss, I was just preparing to give it to you." The assistant said in panic, "A gentleman sent it to you."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the envelope in his hand.

The paper of the envelope is very elegant, and the colorless pattern printed on it can be seen in the sunlight.

The mouth of the envelope was sealed tightly with wax, and it felt heavy in the hand.

Chen Jianqiu touched it with his hand, and it felt like something similar to a medal.

He tore it open and poured the contents of the envelope into his hands.

A badge and a note.

The pattern on the badge looks familiar.

Ruler, "G" letter.

It is the emblem of Freemasonry.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the note.

There is only one short line above:

Tonight, we are waiting for you at 221 Fifth Avenue.

Chen Jianqiu had a sneer on his lips.

He weighed the badge with his hands and put it into his pocket.

We still have to meet each other after all, right?

Time soon came to night.

In April, New York has passed the winter, but the weather is still cold, especially at night, with cool breezes.

A carriage stopped at the door of 221 Fifth Avenue.

Chen Jianqiu and little Astor got out of the car.

The small house in front of you is not eye-catching, but the details everywhere on the roof, fences and even steps demonstrate the builder's ingenuity and the owner's extraordinary taste.

"The former residence of Alexander Hamilton, the founding father and the first Treasury Secretary of the federal government." Little Astor pointed to this house and said, "I don't know how it later became a private salon of the Freemasons. This is my first time here. , Grandpa brought it with him."

Chen Jianqiu didn't know much about the former owner of the house. He only remembered that this man was one of the drafters of the "U.S. Constitution". In addition, this man's marksmanship was really ordinary. He died with the then Vice President Allen ·In a duel with Burr.

The two of them walked towards the door of the house.

When the waiter at the door saw the two people arriving, there was a hint of surprise on his face.

He knew little Astor, but he usually didn't come much; but when a Chinese appeared here, it was a very magical thing.

Chen Jianqiu took out the badge from his pocket, opened his palm, and showed it to the waiter.

The waiter's expression became even more exciting.