1850 American Gold Baron

"They say that prices in San Francisco are extremely high and life is inconvenient. I don't think so. Maybe we have caught up in a good time. I think life here is quite convenient. This sandwich is very delicious.

And convenient.”

Ge Wen sat at the stall, ordered a sandwich and a cup of black tea, and took out a silver coin to buy a newspaper.

"The newspaper is free sir."

In order to earn more money to support his family, little Allen also worked as a newsboy while looking after the shop.

"Consider this as your tip. Since it's free, give the gentleman next to you a tip too."

"Okay, thank you sir."

Little Allen thanked Gwen and took out a newspaper from his bag.

"Your newspapers have been given away for free for several days. Doesn't the newspaper company consider profits?"

Ge Wen had been reading newspapers in vain for several days, which puzzled him.

"The newspaper is Mr. Liang's property. Mr. Liang has his own considerations when doing things. We just do things without asking too much, and we don't have to worry about things that we shouldn't worry about." Little Allen looked at the well-dressed man with a handbag under his arm.

Ge Wen, who held a civilized stick, said, "Sir, you are well dressed. I must be a noble from the east?"

Although the Industrial Revolution was in full swing in the United States at this time, its economic level and international status were not the same as those of the United States more than a hundred years later.

The center of world civilization is now in Europe, while the Americas are just on the fringes of civilization. In the eyes of the European powers, especially the arrogant British, Americans are nothing more than a group of uncultivated ex-colonial old haters.

Americans feel quite inferior about this, and they have a special liking for the status of aristocrats, because there are many aristocrats in Europe who they consider to be very noble.

These are things they can't buy with money.

Ge Wen was very impressed by the word "noble". Seeing that the newsboy was smart and well-spoken, he invited him to have breakfast with him.

"So, you are also working for that Mr. Liang."

Little Allen took a bite of the burger and said while chewing: "Yes sir, I have met Mr. Liang with my own eyes. Mr. Liang is a kind-hearted young gentleman. I heard that he also has a noble, but his family has declined.

So came to California to find gold."

“So who do you think is going to win in this fight that’s going on in California right now?”

"Of course Mr. Liang."

Little Allen said without thinking that he and Brannan had a grudge for killing their father, so he was naturally on Liang Yao's side.

"Brannan is a villain. He abused lynching and killed my father. He will not end well."

Thinking of his father, John Jenkins, being hanged by Brannan for no reason, little Allen's eyes turned red.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought up these sad things and made you cry." Gwen gently took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears for little Allen.

"Thank you sir."

Little Allen picked up the hamburger that had only taken a few bites, broke the hamburger into several pieces and distributed them to several newsboys with long braids on the back of their heads, and left the stall with them.

"Perhaps I should reconsider who I want to cooperate with. It seems that Brannan is not a person worth working with, my friend." Gervin said to the young man on the side.

The young man's name was Leland Stanford. He served as the governor of California in 1861 and was one of the ten largest plutocrats of the Gilded Age.

In later generations, the university he founded, Stanford University, was better known to people. But now is 1850, and Stanford's era has not yet come.

Stanford was also one of the gold diggers at this time. He was one of the few luckier gold diggers and made a small fortune in gold mining.

Although not as wealthy as Brannan and Liang Yao, Stanford is also well-known in the circle of gold diggers.

"People always make mistakes. Brannan and Liang Yao are two completely different people. My father once told me that if you can become a politician in the future, you must learn to be flexible," Stanford said.

"Brannan is an American citizen, and Liang Yao is also an American citizen. It doesn't hurt to invite him to meet him, and maybe we can gain something from it.

Mr. Gwen, thank you for your hospitality."

"Perhaps I should also pay a visit to this gentleman from the East. I am particularly interested in him now and look forward to meeting him." Ge Wen became very interested in Liang Yao.

The business war between Brannan and Liang Yao has entered a fierce stage, and Brannan has to suffer huge losses of wealth every day.

Seeing the gold he had accumulated being consumed bit by bit in the price war, Brannan's heart felt like a knife.

"Brother, we have earned more wealth than we can spend in our lifetimes in this gold rush. It's time to stop. If this continues, I'm afraid our family will become destitute."

Brannan's brother Brannan Jr. persuaded Brannan to give up this pointless fight.

Brannan is a little confused now. He can no longer figure out how much gold Liang Yao has.

The price war in just a few days caused him to suffer a loss of almost 10,000 ounces of gold, which was equivalent to US$320,000.

This amount is not a small amount for him. Liang Yao's losses should be comparable to his. He thinks that his financial resources are stronger than Liang Yao's. But these days, Liang Yao seems to have nothing to do, which is puzzling.

All Liang Yao's industries are still operating as usual. In addition to the large-scale construction of a commercial street in San Francisco, there is still spare capacity to build a dam on the American River.

"How much gold does Liang Yao have? Do those gold diggers deposit all the gold in Liang Yao's bank?"

Brannan felt a little tight in his chest. He clutched his chest with a very painful expression. His mental state was not as good as before, and he was even a little depressed.

"Stop it, brother, it's still too late to shake hands and make peace with Liang Yao. California is big enough to accommodate two millionaires."

Young Brannan hopes that his brother can get out of the quagmire of the price war, but Liang Yao is obviously not that easy to deal with.

“But there can only be one King of California!

Tom, in a few months, the big conglomerates from the east will come. They are sanctimonious vampires. Once they arrive in Calivnia, we will not have the opportunity to make money like we do now. Do you understand? These lands are our last

Opportunities to make a fortune. Don’t you want our Brannan family to become stronger?

They looked down on us when we had no money, but now that we have money, they still look down on us! They secretly laugh at us as nouveau riche, bumpkins! Why is this?! Why?!

This is because we are not strong enough! We do not have enough power. Now I want to support Mr. Gervin to run for the future California Senate! We must use this as a springboard to enter politics and penetrate our influence into Congress!

California has great development prospects. It will be the richest state in the United States in the future, and our Brannan family will become the most influential family in the country like those aristocratic families in the east! At that time, everyone will look up to our people.

Only when you breathe, you will be in awe and convinced of us, do you understand? Tom."

"Brother! Wake up. Mr. Gervin is leaving for Sacramento today. Don't you understand? If this continues, we will fall into an endless abyss!"

Little Brannan shook Brannan's shoulders sadly, hoping that Brannan would wake up.