1855 United States Tycoon

The shout immediately attracted everyone's attention. Scrooge and the others, as well as those guys who were busy laughing at Scrooge and them just now, turned their heads and looked at the man who rushed in. Countless pairs of eyes stared at the person who broke in, and they were all anxious to know the price of food on the European market.

However, after the person shouted that sentence, there was no more text. Scrooge saw that the guy who ran in was as pale as a dead person, and his chest was violently up and down, making whirring gasps, like a broken bellows. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, and then, his leg softened, he fainted directly on the ground.

A group of people used it. Someone shouted: "Is there any water? Bring me a glass of water!" Others shouted: "Who has the smelling salt?" "Damn it, what happened!" The whole hall was chaotic. Into a ball.

Scrooge and the others did not surround them, they even stepped back a few steps to avoid colliding with those who surrounded them. Warren Delano glanced at Rockefeller, he saw Rockefeller squeezed his notebook tightly with one hand, and the other hand was tightly clenched into a fist. You could see the thick blood vessels bulging from the back of his hand. When I stood up, it was like an earthworm.

"John, don't worry, the food prices in Europe must have collapsed." At this time, Scrooge spoke. "There is not much distance from the dock to here. No matter how tired he runs, he won't be too tired. Tired like this-this is not a marathon. The reason why he fainted is mostly because the news brought him too much pressure. Therefore, the news he brought is definitely nothing to most people. good news."

Rockefeller turned his head and saw Scrooge's mouth curled up slightly, showing a coldly, wicked smile.

"That's right, we will win this round!" Volendrano's right hand was clenched into a fist, and he slapped it heavily on the palm of his left hand.

At this time, the crowd became commotion again, and a voice came from there: "Okay, he woke up. Don't get too close, get a little breath... He's going to talk, you are all quiet..."

It's just that the guy who woke up didn't speak right away, but started crying like a woman.

"What's the matter? Roy, you are talking!"

Hearing this, Scrooge's smile grew stronger.

"The price of wheat...the transaction price of wheat is only...a little more than one-third of last year's!" Roy said intermittently while crying.

The voice of this sentence is not loud, but at this time, it is like a cold wind blowing from the most eerie The Underworld, freezing everything in the entire exchange, and the entire trading floor is immediately silent. It must be like a tomb. After a while, a voice came out:

"This is impossible! You must be joking with us! India is at war, how could the food fall like this?" A person cried out in astonishment, knowing that the price of Zhiyang is not even enough to transport the cost across the Atlantic.

"Yes, yes! How could this be possible!" The clamor around immediately broke the original silence.

Seeing people shouting like this, Warren Delano laughed: "Scrooge, you see how interesting this drama is. When the doomed bad luck comes, many people can't believe this is the truth, but it will only be in vain. Struggling is like falling into a net, a fish caught out of the water, suffocating and struggling in the air."

"If it was us that was wrong, would we be the same?" Rockefeller said.

"No, we won't be like this." Warren Delano said, shaking his head lightly and whispered, "The queen is dead too high..."

"The queen dies too loftily. You will hang the beams that support the roof and twitch one by one, like a thrush wrapped in a snare... Come here, a ghost like a spooky projectile, roll over, and you can just mess around here. The gold slaughter table is set up, and the axe is shining coldly on the silver table." Following Warren Delano's last sentence, Scrooge also chanted softly.

"Hey, what are you talking about? I read a little, so don't say these things that I don't understand." Rockefeller, who was relaxed, smiled.

"Nothing, it's just a passage from Goethe's "Faust." It describes the scene where Helen and the singer returning to Sparta learn that they will be sent to the slaughter stage as a sacrifice. Don't you think this is very similar to the present Is it?" Scrooge explained.

"I don't know, I haven't read this book." Rockefeller shook his head and said, "but your performance reminds me of Scrooge's words you said before:'The devil is actually not terrible, I am afraid that the devil has a culture' ."

At this time, someone shouted again: "Look! Another boat has entered the port. I recognize it. It's the Bill Cowboy. It's back from England!"

Scrooge also looked in the direction of the port. Through the glass window, he could see a flying shear ship several hundred meters away.

"Quick! Go and have a look!" I don't know who shouted, so a large group of people rushed out of the exchange and rushed to the port. So, in a short while, the trestle bridge of the port was surrounded by people.

"Shall we go and see it?" Rockefeller asked.

"Don't go anymore," said Warren Delano. "It is very dangerous for a few lucky people to appear among a group of unlucky ones. Isn't it? The overall situation is settled. Let's go back today. There are two days to go. At the time of delivery, at that time, they should have been able to accept reality."

"Well, Mr. Delano is right. Let's go back!" Scrooge said the same. So the three people also walked out of the already empty exchange.

A carriage was waiting outside the exchange, and the carriage driver was craned his neck with great interest and looked towards the port—obviously, he had entered the state of watching a show. But there were constant shouts and crying over there.

Delano led Scrooge and Rockefeller towards the carriage. He snapped his fingers at the coachman. The coachman who was watching the show with relish immediately switched from the state of watching the show, showing a habitual respectful even With a flattering smile.

"Mr. Delano, where are you going?" The coachman hurriedly jumped out of the car and opened the door.

"Caesar Hotel!" Delano said while waiting for the carriage. Then he turned his head, looked at Scrooge and Rockefeller, and said:

"Where do you live now? Come on, I'll let this car take you back first."

"Okay, thank you, Fabrecia Hotel." Scrooge was not hypocritical, and pulled Rockefeller into the carriage together. The coachman waited for them to get into the car, then gently closed the door, then climbed into the own seat, and then slammed a whip, and the carriage drove gently along the street toward the front.

The coachman knew the location of the Fabrecia Inn, but the hotel was just a very resistant hotel, and generally only poor people with no money would live there. The Caesars Hotel is a high-end hotel, and all those who live there are tycoons. For example, Mr. Delano, who has now wrapped his own carriage to serve him for a week, is said to be a rich man from New York. It really occurred to me that such a rich man was talking and laughing with two people who lived in the Fabrecia Hotel.

In the afternoon of the same day, the Chicago Daily published an extra: Due to the bumper grain harvest in Europe, especially Ukraine, the European grain market was saturated, and grain prices plunged across the board. As this news was finally confirmed, the price of grain futures on the Chicago grain futures market also fell at a terrifying rate. Every minute, even every second, someone was selling grain at a lower price. The price of grain futures fell faster than Satan fell into The Underworld from heaven in the past, so that the staff in the futures market did not even have time to write the transaction price on the blackboard. Under such a horrible situation, the selling has become a complete panic. Everyone regards the food that has not had time to sell as a time bomb that can explode at any time. People begin to succumb to fear and use the cheap Irrational prices keep throwing out food. This sell-off reached its peak in the afternoon of the next day.

A few months ago, Delano and Scrooge spent more than $200,000 in funds. Some merchants borrowed wheat and corn worth close to one million U.S. dollars at the time. The food was sold out, and now it is time to return the food. The same price of food is now worth less than $200,000 due to the panic selling.

"It's almost time, right?" Rockefeller said to Warren Delano. He doesn't remember how many times this is the first time he has said this. The sharp drop in food futures prices not only frightened those originally bullish speculators, but even a little frightened Rockefeller, who took the lead in short-selling.

"Mr. Delano, now that the price of food has fallen below the cost, there is no room for further decline. I also think that we can buy food and close our position." Scrooge also opened his mouth.

"Well, it's almost done, well, let's buy grain and start to close the position!"

In this speculative activity, they made a total of 800,000 US dollars. This was an astronomical figure at the time. Of course, the bulk of this money was taken by Warren Delano, because he invested the most, but Scrooge and Rockefeller also gained a lot. Scrooge's original two thousand dollars became eight thousand. More than US dollars, Rockefeller’s 1,300 US dollars has also become nearly 6,000 US dollars, plus the 20,000 US dollars of dividends provided by Warren Delano for them (including Clark in Europe), everyone can share again To six thousand six hundred dollars, from the beginning of the establishment of the company, to now, in just a few months, each of them has made more than ten thousand dollars!

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