The dinner was held in the manor of a local wealthy man, said to be James’s boss, a mysterious old man.

After Zhu Wencong paid the carriage fare, he saw James at the door. He didn't have an invitation letter and needed someone to take him in.

James gave Zhu Wenchong a bear hug. The conversation in the morning was still vivid in my mind. Zhu Wenchong is an out-and-out talent.

"You stay with me tonight, and I will introduce you to some big guys.

The boss wants to talk to people from the south, so we will talk to people from the north, a little more secretly.

After all, I am working for the boss now, so I cannot openly violate his will and interfere with the northern faction.

I also have some banker friends, you should be very interested!" James said directly.

Zhu Wencong smiled, as long as he entered the upper class circle, he could embrace the rich network resources.

The key to success also lies in personal connections. As long as you have enough friends, you won’t have to worry about success.

There is no difference between banquets and buffets in Europe and the United States. More energy and time are spent on chatting.

In the East, people sit and drink and talk, while in the West, people stand and drink and talk. There is not much difference between the two.

"Xilin Bank, Iber, and Bureaucrat Feola, they are my old friends!

He is my assistant, Zhu, a very, very smart man!" James introduced the person walking towards him.

Zhu Wencong shook hands with Iber and Feola one by one. They should be from the northern faction.

Iber, Feola looked at the extremely young Easterners, and got the impression that Easterners were not very smart.

They often wear a braid, have dull eyes, and are submissive. They hide when something happens.

Zhu Wencong showed a confident and arrogant attitude, completely unlike a person from the East.

"Feora, are you a federal official?" Zhu Wenchong asked directly.

Feola had a surprised expression on her face and couldn't help but look at James, but he shrugged and said he didn't tell Zhu Wencong anything.

Iber looked at Zhu Wencong with admiring eyes. It seemed that he knew a lot of things.

"I heard that you are very optimistic about us? But judging from the current situation, we don't have much chance of winning.

You see, the focus of the audience is on the southern faction, and our place is too deserted." Feola shook his head.

"Most people are just a mob, they don't have their own subjectivity and thoughts at all.

Judging from the appearance of the battlefield, you are indeed at a disadvantage, and your opponent's military strength is too strong.

From an economic point of view, the Southerners have too many disadvantages and they simply cannot support this war.

Take arms, the southerners can only buy them, but the northerners can produce them quickly." Zhu Wenchong explained that industry crushes agriculture.

Feola smiled and finally met a wise man who was not influenced by the subjective influence of the public.

"We are preparing to launch a counterattack next year and strive to completely end this damn war in 1964.

But when the machine is started, it consumes a lot of money, unlike those farmers who have too many slaves who can be sacrificed.

The Federation has entrusted us to find investors and raise the funds needed for this war.

We will not treat you badly, the profit return of this bond is much higher than the market price." Feola said simply and clearly.

James handed everyone a glass of Lafite. This dinner was also to prepare enough funds for the war.

With so many bonds issued, it is impossible for the thirteen North American states to foot the bill, and states joining later will also need to bear the debt.

As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers. At this time, the United States has completed land expansion, population growth, and GDP has skyrocketed.

However, the real situation is that the wealth lies with the people, the Federation is poor, and the output value of agriculture is far lower than the output value of industry.

In 1861, in order to raise funds for the Civil War, Congress legislated to authorize the Treasury Department to directly issue 450 million yuan (without coinage or gold guarantee) in uncashed "demand notes".

From 1862 to 1864, the National Bank Act allowed banks designated by states to issue banknotes backed by U.S. Treasury bonds, called national bank notes.

"This is the situation! The Federation is very poor, the South is also poor, and everyone is actively raising funds.

I hope you can persuade your boss and friends to help us in the north. After all, we are all capitalists.

From the founding of the United States to the present, the South has seriously hindered the development of the United States, and we have always stood still.

If you want to move forward and surpass Britain and France, you must fully industrialize, but the South is in power and they won't agree!" Iber explained.

Zhu Wencong drank Lafite quietly. Those farmers lived a small life guarding a few acres of land, which made bankers lending money all over the world anxious.

As long as the Southerners still exist, railroads and bridges in the United States will not be built at all, and there will be no financing environment.

With a helpless expression on his face, James saw the boss waving in the distance and had to run over.

Feola, Iber found that only Zhu Wencong was left beside him, and he made no move to go to the opposite side.

"I can cover all your bonds, but it will take a little time!

If you can help, I can shorten this time and complete your target.

One is the federal seal and the other is the bank's seal. These things can do many things.

If you have no problem, I will definitely help you win this war!" Zhu Wenchong said confidently.

The two of them looked suspicious. Zhu Wencong was young, but his confidence was extremely sophisticated.

I can’t imagine where Zhu Wencong’s confidence comes from. This is simply not a characteristic of ordinary people.

"What do you know about this war?

James told me about you, but I still want to know more about you.

You analyze this war, and I will provide corresponding help according to your level.

The Federal Army is not without a chance of winning, and the Confederate Army is not useless, and we are all anxious." Feola sat on a chair.

Zhu Wencong put down the goblet: "I think your problem is not external, but internal. You cannot be united.

When the Confederate Army came to your doorstep, did you huddle together? No!

The good news is that the Southern faction is not united either, and their internal differences are no less than yours.

If you want to win this war, you must first unite, then unite, and finally unite.

You just said that we are all capitalists. When our capital is concentrated, it can destroy everything in the world!

Those farmers are no match for us. What can they do with their little money? Nothing can be done!"

"Bah bang bang!" Feola and Ibeir were very excited. The power of capital is indeed so terrifying!

The wars fought in the United States all depend on the level of gold. Government agencies pay and civilians sacrifice their lives, so every war must generate huge profits.

This is inherited from the tradition of the old father England. Every war in England will have the colonies paying for it.

As for those righteous and awe-inspiring slogans, Americans themselves don’t believe it. After all, they know exactly what they are.

If you can win, fight, if not, surrender. Work is work, and your life is always your own. You must be responsible for yourself.

To put it bluntly, there is no Sun Wu from the East in Europe and America. They still uphold the war etiquette of the Spring and Autumn Period.
Chapter completed!