The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Jesse Livermore was shocked.

He looked around guiltily and found the white-collar workers from the company next door looking at him in surprise.

I blanch...

Jesse Livermore picked up his hat from the ground and said silently: Can't see me, can't see me...

As soon as he left, the white-collar workers next door looked at each other: "Isn't that Jesse Livermore, the giant bear on Wall Street?"

"Wall Street Bear" is the nickname given to Zhao by Jesse Livermore by Wall Street elites after he became famous last year as a trader shorting the market.

"I heard he made a lot of money last year!"

"This is a short-selling genius, but it's a pity that old Morgan was eyeing him and told him not to let traders do anything for him."

"Why is he here?"

"Isn't that the office next door to that great stock market operator, the Southern guy Thomas W. Lawson?"

Thomas W. Lawson was a Southerner.

The eyes of this group of white-collar workers suddenly lit up.

They are all foxes of thousands of years, no one should talk about gossip.

They fell silent.

But they all had an idea: Why not use this matter to please Wall Street giant J.P. Morgan?

…

Thomas W. Lawson had already begun to organize people to buy the shares of United Copper in batches.

American exchanges, also known as "street exchanges".

In the street exchange, Fritz Heinze looked at the notice board. The stock price of United Copper began to soar beyond his expectation, and everyone was stunned.

He called his younger brother Otto: "Morse used money from the capital pool to boost the stock price today? Didn't he already agree not to drastically increase the stock price before the short squeeze?"

Because a sharp rise means that a large amount of funds must be invested, and subsequent funds will be insufficient.

The emotions of retail investors should be pulled slowly and not too hard.

At this time, the staff of the street exchange changed the information on the notice board - United Copper's stock price had risen from US$34 to US$37.

Otto was confused: "No, Morse was drunk last night and he's not awake yet. How could it be him?"

Fritz Heinze frowned: "Such an exaggerated increase cannot be caused by retail investors following the trend. Go check it out quickly."

To say that the stock price rise at this time is beneficial to them.

But the stock market is by no means a black and white game.

It took Otto a few hours to figure out the situation and hurried back to report: "It's Thomas W. Lawson, and he's sucking in Union Copper stock."

Fritz Heinze picked up his coat: "No, I'm going to ask the Southern guy whether he is a friend or an enemy!"

They were all on Wall Street, and within ten minutes' walk, Fritz Heinze was there.

The secretary did not recognize his boss Zhao Chuanxin, but he recognized the "Bronze King" Fritz Heinze.

"Mr. Heinze, what can I do for you?" the secretary asked respectfully.

Fritz Heinze was preoccupied: "I want to see Mr. Lawson."

The secretary asked: "He is in a meeting, can you wait a moment?"

"No, I want to see him right away." Fritz Heinze looked at the secretary determinedly.

Different people had different orders, so the secretary quickly went to the conference room, even though it would interrupt the meeting.

While Fritz Heinze was waiting on the sofa, a woman walked in with her head peeping out.

This woman is tall, fair-skinned, and wearing a headscarf, but she cannot conceal her unparalleled elegance.

Fritz Heinze's eyes suddenly lit up.

He stood up, tidied his hair first, and then walked over with three shaking steps: "Madam, I am Heinze, Fritz Heinze."

"Oh, oh, hello, my name is Rebecca Levy."

Rebecca Levy was nervous.

Although she didn't know the "Bronze King", just from the way he dressed and the aura of having been in a high position for a long time, he was definitely an extraordinary person.

And she was just a commoner girl whose life had just started to improve, but she still had not escaped poverty. Her life was very tight.

The $50 in her pocket was almost all her savings, and she was almost drained of it.

"Rebecca, has anyone ever told you you're beautiful?"

Rebecca Levy was even more at a loss.

She took a step back: "Thank you."

There is a sense of distance in "please respect yourself" everywhere.

Fritz Heinze smiled.

There are too many women sticking up to him, and he doesn't care about them.

He just likes this one!

Just as he was about to speak, the conference room door opened.

Thomas W. Lawson came out: "Mr. Heinze."

"Thomas, can I call you that?"

"Yes, it's my pleasure." Thomas W. Lawson said politely.

Fritz Heinze saw many people leaving the conference room one after another, so he kept silent for the time being.

Many people recognized the famous "Bronze King" and came to say hello.

But two people caught Fritz Heinze's attention.

The brim of their hats was very low, and one of them was tall and muscular.

The two men went straight to the reception room without saying hello or even raising their heads.

Fritz Heinze asked curiously: "Who are those two people?"

Thomas W. Lawson said "Oh": "They are just my employees, just newcomers."

Having said that, Fritz Heinze saw Bellica Levi walking straight towards the tall man.

Then, the tall man pulled her in at the door of the reception room.

Fritz Heinze frowned, a little unhappy.

He asked again: "Is the woman named Rebecca Levi just now your employee or your family member?"

Thomas W. Lawson shook his head. He was also a little unsure, but since he was going to Zhao Chuanxin, he didn't dare to meddle in other people's business: "No, maybe they are the family members of the employees."

With that said, he led Fritz Heinze to the conference room.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw the famous "Bronze King" Fritz Heinze, he found that he was just an inconspicuous fat white man.

The nose is large, but the bridge of the nose is straight and high.

Her hair was naturally curled and parted in a mean middle part.

He didn't pay much attention. When he saw Rebecca Levi actually came here, he pulled her into the reception room: "How did you know I was here?"

Rebecca Levi thought he was blaming, and quickly explained: "I asked Abraham about it."

She also did not say that Abraham Cohen took the initiative to tell her because she was worried that Zhao Chuanxin would punish Abraham Cohen.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Why are you asking about me?"

Rebecca Levi ran out of excuses and hesitated for a long time: "I want to invest in the project you invested in. This is my $50."

In fact, she wasn't keen on it.

She felt that all transactions on Wall Street were ethereal and disturbing, like walking in the clouds.

Everything here is too far away from her life of waking up early and working late at night.

But she couldn't explain why she came, why she took such a risk and gave away all her belongings. It was like she was in a dream, drifting to this unlisted office on Wall Street.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw her clutching her pocket so tightly that even the back of her hands turned white, he understood what the $50 meant to her.

Angrily and funny, he pushed her down on the chair and said to Jesse Livermore: "Go get two cups of coffee."

The praised "Wall Street Bear" was like the third grandson being commanded by Zhao Chuanxin.

I quickly went out to get coffee.

Zhao Chuanxin said fiercely: "Go back and tell that bitch Abraham to keep his mouth shut, or I'll sew him up!"

Rebecca Levi was startled: "It doesn't matter to him, it's my own thoughts..."

She suddenly paused, and then stammered: "Anyway, I asked it myself. If you want to blame, just blame me."

"Okay, you stick your ass out, and I'll kick your feet to vent your anger."

"ah……"

Seeing her stupid look, Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand: "Bring it here!"

"What to take?"

"Fifty dollars!"

"oh."

When I opened the bag, it was full of small pieces of paper and even a handful of coins.

Somehow, Zhao Chuanxin always wanted to tease her.

He pulled up a pile of change and made up 50 US dollars, and said with a smile: "Oh, that's great, thank you for the carnival! I will use the 50 US dollars to eat and drink, and buy a few dozen cigars, which will be aged for 5 years. The whiskey is really good.”

Rebecca Levi bit her lip: "If you want to buy those, I have no problem with it, just think of it as my gratitude to you."

Because Abraham Cohen told her that it was Zhao Chuanxin who authorized her to use the second option.

This saves her from having to pay a large franchise fee.

And food trucks are really profitable!

She felt that she should be grateful to Zhao Chuanxin.

Especially this man who always used that bluffing face to cover up his care and concern for her.

Zhao Chuanxin was convinced: "Okay, okay, this is so neat, right? People are stupid and have a lot of money, right?"

"I only gave it to you, and I didn't give it to anyone else." Rebecca Levi muttered in defense.

Zhao Chuanxin put the money away and couldn't help scratching the messy beard on his face: "Okay, I'll allow you to join the gang."

Rebecca Levi saw her and suddenly said: "Let me shave for you."

After speaking, she lowered her head shyly.

Even she was confused. How could she make such a request?

Zhao Chuanxin didn't think too much about it. He had really neglected to take care of his personal image recently.

So he threw a Gillette razor and towel on the table: "There is hot water and a basin outside."

Rebecca Levi was relieved to see that he didn't say anything weird, picked up a towel and hurried out.

In the conference room, Fritz Heinze asked: "Thomas, tell me, what on earth are you doing?"

Thomas W. Lawson said with a smile: "I am just investing, that's all. I am optimistic that the stock price of United Copper will rise, and I want a share of the pie."

"So simple?"

"Of course, besides money, what else do I care about?"

Fritz Heinze watched Thomas W. Lawson, trying to detect any hint of ulterior motives in his face.

But Thomas W. Lawson was calm.

Because the door of the conference room was open, at this time, Fritz Heinze saw Rebecca Levi hurried away with a towel from the corner of his eye. Not long after, he came back with a basin of hot water.

He frowned: "Thomas, I hope we are friends. This is especially important to me."

Thomas W. Lawson pursed his lips and nodded seriously: "You are right, we are friends, so, Mr. Heinze, you wouldn't mind if your friends share the pie, right?"

Fritz Heinze stood up: "Of course. In a few days, you will hear some news. That's it for today."

Thomas W. Lawson narrowed his eyes.

Although Fritz Heinze was being mysterious, Thomas W. Lawson already knew there would be news in the next few days.

Because Zhao Chuanxin told him that Heinze would definitely ask his younger brother Otto and business partner Morse to warn the short sellers and ask them to stop.

The boss is really resourceful!

So he didn't ask, stood up and shook hands with Fritz Heinze: "Again, nice to meet you, Mr. Heinze."

"Me too."

The two shook hands pretendingly, and Fritz Heinze left the conference room.

But when he was going out, he saw Rebecca Levi trimming the tall man's beard in the reception room...