The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Originally, J.P. Morgan might not be able to see Jesse Livermore today.

Although Jesse Livermore was still shorting the market, he was using his own money.

He had his own judgment and let the stock price fall for a while while he went out to play with his mistress on the yacht.

But Zhao Chuanxin gave an order and he had to come back to work.

After J.P. Morgan went upstairs, he was greeted by a secretary with a fleshy ass like a butterfly jade, still wearing a long skirt this season, swaying and telling him: "Sir, please wait a moment, I will go and make an announcement."

J.P. Morgan looked at it, how did this look like a trust company?

There is no counter or anything, instead it is all offices.

The bodyguard muttered: "What a big card."

J.P. Morgan usually doesn't talk endlessly about persuasion. He only speaks once and never persuades others, even if he is an ally.

He didn't respond, and the bodyguard shut up.

The secretary staggered back again, and J.P. Morgan felt that if there was a narrow alley, this woman might not be able to walk through it.

You know, you hit a wall everywhere?

"Sir, please come with me."

Jesse Livermore's office is very spacious, equipped with a bathroom, a library shelf, a desk and chairs, clothes racks, and the most outrageous thing is a cloakroom.

When J.P. Morgan knocked on the door and walked in, Jesse Livermore looked up. He was startled and stood up a little cautiously. He instantly put on a smile, rubbed his hands on his pants, and quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Morgan, I didn’t expect you to come all the time.”

J.P. Morgan breathed a subtle sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his serious face. It was very stiff, but those who knew him would understand that he was already giving a lot of face.

"Hello, Mr. Livermore."

The partners thought he was here to teach Jesse Livermore a lesson, but they never expected him to be so kind.

"Just call me Jesse, please sit down, Mr. Morgan." Then he said to the secretary who had not left yet: "Go, make a cup of coffee. Oh, no, Mr. Morgan, do you want tea or coffee? We have top-notch coffee here. There’s black tea, green tea, there’s Colombian coffee.”

J.P. Morgan could tell Jesse Livermore was nervous.

This is the normal reaction of many people when they see him.

J.P. Morgan's face returned to seriousness: "Just coffee, thank you."

Jesse Livermore sat down opposite: "Mr. Morgan, why are you here?"

He had some vague guesses in his mind.

J.P. Morgan is straightforward: "There are two things. First, in my personal name, I ask you not to continue to short the market. The situation is already very bad, and your reputation as a 'Wall Street Bear' will lead to more short participation." .”

Jesse Livermore wanted to look after Zixiong in the financial field, and it would definitely not work for anyone else.

He couldn't tell, but he still wanted to reply: Who do you think you are?

But facing J.P. Morgan, he did not dare to be presumptuous, and he actually admired and respected this business tycoon in his heart.

He sighed: "Since Mr. Morgan asked, I will naturally obey."

He was able to agree so readily because Zhao Chuanxin had already stopped selling. Currently, he was shorting the market entirely with his personal assets.

J.P. Morgan continued: "The second thing is, I want to meet Mr. Zhao."

Jesse Livermore was so shaken that his hair nearly stood on end.

Good guy, are you ready to use your face to output?

He was speechless for a moment.

J.P. Morgan was not in a hurry and just looked at him quietly.

Facing this old man, Jesse Livermore was quite stressed.

After half a minute, Jesse Livermore spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "I... can tell him, I can't guarantee whether he will see you or not."

The bodyguard looked unhappy.

Does this troublesome "Mr. Zhao" still dare to deny face to old Morgan?

Jesse Livermore stood up and walked outside.

J.P. Morgan was stunned: It seems that Zhao Chuanxin is here.

After a while, Jesse Livermore came back: "The boss promised to see you, please come with me."

The bodyguard finally couldn't help it: "He has such a big air."

J.P. Morgan glanced at him: "You pretend you don't know me later. I don't want to be implicated."

bodyguard:"……"

J.P. Morgan opened the door and entered.

The moment he saw Zhao Chuanxin, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Is the "Butcher of the Far East" so young?

I saw this man wearing a medium-gloss black wool suit with a silk matte black shirt underneath. Although it was all black, it created a layered look with different lusters.

Italian-style waterfall sleeves, the cufflinks are made of gold and silver, intertwined with the Chinese character "deer".

He was holding his chin with his right hand and was reading information at his desk. The long hair hangs down casually from the side, obviously unkempt.

This doesn't look like a butcher, it looks like a mourner...

When J.P. Morgan came in, Zhao Chuanxin didn't even raise his head and said calmly: "Here you go, take a seat."

Don't give this bad old man any face.

J.P. Morgan unbuttoned his clothes and sat down, but his butt only touched the edge of the chair. He leaned forward slightly: "Mr. Zhao, I didn't expect you to be so young."

Zhao Chuanxin made a mark on the information, pushed it aside, raised his head and smiled: "You are also very tough, you don't look like a ninety-year-old man at all."

J.P. Morgan: "I'm 70 years old."

"Stop talking nonsense, why are you looking for me?"

Zhao Chuanxin was not polite at all.

Is the city and sophistication something that Zhao Chuanxin is qualified to possess?

The bodyguard was talkative: "You should be respectful when talking to Mr. Morgan..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin asked J.P. Morgan: "Your people?"

"I do not recognize."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, there was an ax in his hand, and he threw it away.

Pfft...

The bodyguard fell straight up.

The ax was embedded in his forehead.

J.P. Morgan's heart was trembling, but his face was calm and he didn't even blink.

Jesse Livermore, who was standing next to him, jumped up in fright. He was about to scream, but he covered his mouth in time.

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "How presumptuous. I hope he will pay attention to it in his next life."

J.P. Morgan thought to himself, he was indeed a butcher, and he was just as good as the Undertaker.

And his bodyguard did seek death himself.

Dark red blood flowed along the ground.

J.P. Morgan moved his chair uncomfortably. The smell of blood filled his nose and he felt like vomiting.

Jesse Livermore even hid in the corner.

Holding back his nausea, J.P. Morgan said bravely, "Mr. Zhao should have made a lot of money this time."

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar, the smoke was hazy.

“The essence of making money is not to fill it up, but to light it up.”

J.P. Morgan frowned deeply, these words sounded interesting.

Zhao Chuanxin sunk himself deeply into a high-end and soft chair. There was a cold corpse lying in the room, but he was not affected. He said calmly: "There will be a king in five hundred years. Could it be that you just want to see it?" Are you and Rockefeller the only two rich people in New York?"

Rockefeller's assets are probably between 700 million and 1 billion, while J.P. Morgan's personal assets should have exceeded 1 billion US dollars at this time.

J.P. Morgan shook his head: "That's not the case. I just hope Mr. Zhao can stop and even start going long."

"Why? You brought down Charles Barney, which caused the collapse of Wall Street. Even small banks are at risk of bankruptcy. Now you rush back and tell me to stop, so you can pick peaches, right? Take the bamboo shoots. .”

"..." J.P. Morgan asked: "What do you want?"

"What can you give?"

"I can promise not to be an enemy of Mr. Zhao in the future, including my partners."

Zhao Chuanxin was actually quite moved.

It is definitely not possible to move all the money back to the country.

If you invest in your own business, it's fine if you do it on a small scale, but if you make it big, you'll face the risk of being suppressed by these bullies.

So now he can only cast a wide net and invest all his money in other companies.

But he was definitely dissatisfied: "Oh, the question is, what if you are my enemy? I will do business honestly, and I will give you a message. I am here, so you can try to touch my property."

J.P. Morgan shook his head: "Both business and finance are not about killing each other. I don't need to touch your property to make it impossible for you to continue. You can't catch me at all. In the past, you were hiding in the dark. But now you It’s surfaced.”

What he said is true.

Unless Zhao Chuanxin can destroy the entire beautiful country, there is really nothing they can do.

Capitalists all have the same virtue. Sometimes they even risk their lives for money.

Once this group of people get together, Zhao Chuanxin really can't beat them when doing business.

All he wants now is money.

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin did not try to be mysterious.

J.P. Morgan said: "But I can only represent myself and my recent partners. I cannot represent Rockefeller, let alone Roosevelt. All their actions have nothing to do with me."

The main focus is rigor.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stood up and walked towards J.P. Morgan expressionlessly.

J.P. Morgan was startled. He looked at Zhao Chuanxin with both inner and outer tension, and could use the second alternative at any time - to escape.

Although it may be useless.

Clinker, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stretched out his hand towards him, with a smile that was warmer than the autumn afternoon sun: "Hai, since we are friends, there is no need to be so polite. I wish you a happy life like the East China Sea and a longevity as long as the Southern Mountains." Jesse and Thomas, my two incompetent brothers, still need a lot of support from you, after all, they are the last to learn."

J.P. Morgan swore he had never seen anyone change his mind so quickly, ever.

Poor old Morgan stood up in confusion and shook hands with Zhao Chuanxin: "Easy to say, easy to say..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled again and said: "Don't worry, we will prepare in the next few days, and then start doing long. This is what every financial person on Wall Street should do. For such a small matter, just make a phone call or send someone to come Just let me know, why bother you to come here in person? You really deserve to die."

J.P. Morgan, who had always been serious, his eyes were a little straight at this moment.

Why does this sound like it has bad intentions?

He shook his head and nodded: "That's okay, I'll leave first."

"Quick, Jesse, send Mr. Morgan off. Please understand, Mr. Morgan, I won't send people off easily."

Once you hit the road, there’s no turning back.

"Huh?" J.P. Morgan said quickly: "No, no."

When J.P. Morgan came downstairs, the security guard outside asked doubtfully: "Sir, these guns and knives need to be returned to your bodyguard. Where are the others?"

J.P. Morgan waved his hand: "No, you can keep it."

As he spoke, he lowered his voice to the coachman: "Hurry up, we've met a madman, hurry up."

Then, he vomited on the carriage...

After J.P. Morgan left, Jesse Livermore went upstairs.

A reporter from the Wall Street Journal looked at the camera excitedly from the corner across the street: "Big profits, big profits now, even old Morgan took a picture..."