Rebecca Levi never even dared to think about $150 million. This is an amount beyond cognition.

Behind her, she heard the man she and Zhao Chuanxin had scolded sneer: "Bragging!"

Rebecca Levi was anxious first: "He can't lie, it must be true."

"Look at his clothes, what kind of outfit does this kind of person have?"

Rebecca Levi's face turned red, but she didn't know how to defend herself. She felt that although what Zhao Chuanxin was wearing was different, it was very tasteful.

At this time, Benjamin Goldberg on the other end of the phone was very calm: "Oh, that's a lot. Master, what are you going to do with the money? How about we develop airplanes and build ships?"

"Let's talk about it later. You can call Dad later and let him have some reassurance. If nothing happens, I'll hang up. I'm sleepy." Zhao Chuanxin hung up the phone.

He turned around and said to the man behind him: "How do you know how to dress? You look like a fat-headed old man, like a fucking mountain cannon. Next time, don't wear a cowhide belt, wear a hemp rope when you go out. Damn it."

The old lady got under the quilt and made me laugh."

The man was sprayed like a machine gun by him, his face turned red and pale and he didn’t know what to say.

Rebecca Levy enjoyed watching it and felt very relieved.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin leaving, she quickly followed.

After leaving the Waldorf Hotel, Zhao Chuanxin called a public carriage: "Come up."

Along the way, Zhao Chuanxin didn't say much.

He was wandering around, thinking about how his apprentice would use the money.

This is a very delicate time point.

He was born in Lugang Town, which is the original Lugangling Village.

In this world at the end of the year, three years have passed since the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China.

The Russo-Japanese War had almost zero impact on Lugang Town.

The large number of immigrants were provoked by Zhao Chuanxin on his own initiative.

Subsequently, after several rigorous checks and screenings of the population, all kinds of spies and suspicious persons were excluded, and now the only ones left are our own people.

In the most recent world-wide war, namely World War I, China did two things: declare war on Germany and send hundreds of thousands of workers to Europe.

Declaring war on Germany is just rhetoric.

During the melee, Lugang Town was basically not affected.

In other words, if Zhao Chuanxin had not provoked the gangster during the year, he could have rotted in a recliner for about fifteen years to accumulate strength, and then use the other fifteen years to work hard to get there.

If you think that in this era, everything must be precarious, that is pure nonsense. The end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China is just a general concept. It depends on the time and place.

It is no exaggeration to say that Lugang Town is a paradise.

Many people in later generations said: Ah, this era is chaotic, this era is scary, this era must work hard, if this era does not rise, it will be over... If there is no room for ordinary people to survive, then how do you think you were born?

Those who pop out from the cracks in the rocks are still the descendants of local tyrants and evil gentry

Zhao Chuanxin thought of Jesse Livermore's words again.

He suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but grin.

His hands patted his thighs gently and rhythmically.

Rebecca Levi curiously asked: "What are you happy about?"

Zhao Chuanxin subconsciously said casually: "I'm thinking of fighter jets flying all over the sky outside the customs."

"Ah"

Zhao Chuanxin realized that she didn't understand even if he told her, so he kept silent.

The rest of the journey was speechless.

Delivered to Rebecca Levi's home, Zhao Chuanxin didn't get out of the car: "Do you have any matches at home? Bring me a box."

Rebecca Levi already knew this routine, and ran home quickly with her skirt in hand. After a while, she handed him the match and whispered: "I can make you a pot of tea."

"It's too late, it's inconvenient." Zhao Chuanxin refused. "Driver, let's go."

Rebecca Levi stared blankly at the carriage going away.

……

Very early on, newsboys began delivering newspapers to every household.

Kang Youwei's young wife, He Zhan, took the Wall Street Journal and read it to Kang Youwei: I have never seen such crazy selling on street exchanges. The share price of United Copper has plummeted to US dollars. In just two days, Copper King Fritz

The Heinze brothers suffered heavy losses. Jesse Livermore and Thomas Lawson had already formed a secret alliance. The "Bronze King" and "Ice King" ended, but Jesse Livermore and Thomas Lawson made a lot of money.

Manboman. Through interviews with dozens of Wall Street brokers, I learned that Thomas Lawson’s team may make profits of more than 10 million US dollars this time...

Kang Youwei sat on the chair, the veins on the back of his hand holding the armrest exposed.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Ten million dollars is the wealth of the people. How can Zhao Chuanxin be so virtuous and capable?"

His eyes were red with jealousy. He had already learned from Morgan that Jesse Livermore was working for Zhao Chuanxin.

Why

I cheated... No, I worked hard and was driven overseas by Cixi, and then I got some wealth.

How come you, Zhao Chuanxin, earned more than 10,000 US dollars in just two days

The sky has no eyes!

This is because the Wall Street Journal reporter only roughly estimated the profit amount of Zhao Chuanxin’s team through other people’s words.

If Kang Youwei knew that Zhao Chuanxin earned more than 150 million, he would be furious.

Originally, his confidence in facing Zhao Chuanxin lay in his money.

Kang Youwei is rich!

Now, even this advantage is gone!

"I, I..." Kang Youwei covered his chest and his breathing became rapid.

He Zhan was startled, put down the newspaper, and went over to cheer him up: "Husband, don't be excited, don't be excited..."

"The sky has no eyes, the sky has no eyes!" Kang Youwei regained his breath, stood up excitedly, stamped his feet, his jealousy turned into grief and anger: "No, I want to expose the true face of this beast, let New York... no, let the United States

People, see clearly his beastly nature. This is the hard-earned money of the American people. In prosperity, the people suffer. In death, the people suffer. No matter where they go, these people cannot suffer. I now have to make decisions for the people..."

He Zhan: "..."

……

John Rockefeller Sr. was drinking his morning coffee and reading the newspaper.

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John Rockefeller Jr. holds the same newspaper.

He frowned: "Father, if I remember correctly, Jesse Livermore is Zhao Chuanxin's exclusive trader, right?"

"Yes!"

Some upper-class people in the United States have long known the details of Zhao Chuanxin.

It’s just ordinary people who are kept in the dark.

Upper-class people would not say this kind of thing, because it would cause unnecessary panic.

Any game only needs to be played under the undercurrent.

John Rockefeller Jr. frowned: "He actually made tens of thousands in this turmoil in the United Copper stock price."

This amount is an amount that even John Rockefeller Jr. would envy.

John Rockefeller Sr. had a total personal asset of at least US$780 million at this time, and some people say he has a billions now.

But it does not mean that the money belongs to John Rockefeller Jr. at this time.

Zhao Chuanxin is young, and he is just a reckless man who only knows how to burn, kill and loot. How can he have assets worth tens of thousands of dollars?

And he is Chinese, not white.

John Rockefeller Jr. was quite unhappy.

Old John Rockefeller said lightly: "Maybe it's more than just these."

"What?" John Rockefeller Jr.'s eyes widened: "Is there 100 million?"

This time his face turned green.

I wish I could stab the villain with a needle in my heart and make Zhao Chuanxin bankrupt quickly.

Old John Rockefeller sighed: "Originally we wanted to suppress him and force him to leave the United States in despair. We all underestimated this person. I inquired about the operations of Jesse Livermore and Thomas Lawson through my connections, and they were extremely clever. Every

Every time they take a shot, they all hit the right spot. Looking at their previous performances, they are smart, but not to this level. Then tell me, who is behind all this?

John Rockefeller Jr. was quite reluctant to admit: "It's not Zhao Chuanxin anyway, he's just a reckless man, a butcher, and an executioner."

"Then who do you think it will be"
To be continued...