Chapter 623 Moore: There must be no stocks, bonds, futures in heaven, right?
In the study room of Luoyang's headquarters, the charcoal basin was burning vigorously, and the fire was reflected on Wanzhen's pale face. She grabbed a stack of documents and threw them on the table, shaking the tea bowl: "A old thief Zeng Guofan! He forced my sister to restore the Qing Dynasty first, turned around and incited the three armies of Xiang, Huai and Lu to massacre the Eight Banners with the "Nine-generation Revenge". In the end, she even wore a yellow robe and was more vicious than Cao Cao!"
Yao Chongjing stood in the shadow with his hands down and caught a glimpse of Luo Yaoguo cutting the pencil slowly with a knife. The blade rustled when it scraped the lead core - this small, inconspicuous pencil was imported from Prussia, and China could not make it itself. The road to industrialization is really a long way to go!
"Maria," Luo Yaoguo suddenly spoke, "Fu Wanzhen to the back hall to rest."
When Maria helped Wanzhen up, she suddenly grabbed the corner of the case: "Your Highness! Zeng Guofan and Li Hongzhang are now building industries in Guanzhong. The iron plant in Weinan can produce thousands of kilograms of good steel every day. It is said that three hundred Minie guns can be built every day."
"I understand." Luo Yaoguo inserted the sharpened pencil into the pen holder, "The most important thing you are now to maintain your baby."
After the footsteps disappeared outside the corridor, Yao Chongjing pulled out a secret letter from his sleeve: "Duke Li Shaoquan of Tang and Princess Matilde of France jointly wrote a letter."
When Luo Yaoguo demolished the letter, Li Hongzhang's unique arrogant handwriting came to his face: Brother Xueyan: I have been here for many years, and the pass is neglected. Thanks to the meeting of Jiangpu that day, my brother's mind feels that the five inner world is in. Today, the Great Zhou Dynasty is newly established, and everything is in trouble. However, the northwest is bitter and cold, and it is not a place for heroes to use their skills. His Highness Mathilde will go to Petersburg to meet the saint soon. If the Russian emperor allows him to conquer Central Asia, within two years, the Ili cavalry will drink the horses and seas of horses. If you want to join the grand event, you can send an envoy to Weinan to discuss the major plan. In addition, although the south of the Yangtze River is warm, it is not as good as the wine brewed by the snow water of the Tianshan Mountains. I hope to meet again, and lie drunk on the battlefield with my brother and smile at Eurasia.
"Look at Eurasia with a smile?" Luo Yaoguo sneered, "Who can't brag? Yao Baiwan, did he have any actual actions?"
Yao Chongjing took a step closer: "Your Highness, Lord Li has ordered the French miners to go to the Yili River Valley to patrol the iron ore and coal mine. If there is some harvest, the Weinan Iron Plant under his jurisdiction will also be opened to Yili. In addition, the military camp in Yili should be able to be opened to 300,000 acres this year. It seems that he and Princess Mathilde really want to open the border and western border."
Luo Yaoguo nodded, picked up a brush, took another piece of letter paper, and began to write a reply to Li Hongzhang. While writing, he said to Yao Chongjing: "Yao Baiwan will give you a clear idea. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom will definitely shout and fight and kill Zeng Zhou within three years. I must take it in Shanxi, and Chen Decai's base for Zhenqu Sect opened in northern Shaanxi must also continue to persist. But Guanzhong and Hanzhong will not really fight. You and Li Shaoquan can be at ease!"
In the banquet living room of the Luoyang Western Expedition Camp, Wen Xian stared at the good wine and vegetables and smiled bitterly: "Your Highness, this is the best meal I have eaten all the way from Chang'an."
Luo Yaoguo smiled bitterly and said, "Now the eastern part of Shaanxi and western Henan are all front-line areas. What else can there be delicious food in the chaos?" He suddenly asked back: "What do you think of Zeng Guofan's Zeng Zhou?"
"The abnormal combination of feudal military groups and Confucian theocracy." Friedrich drew a circle on the tablecloth, "but compared to the Qing court, they had at least a broader basis of rule and were more popular."
Wen Xian shook his wine glass and interjected: "Wonderful? The grain tax that the Great Zhou forced in Shaanxi and Gansu was 30% higher than that during the Xianfeng period!"
Moore shook his head and said, "Although Zeng Guofan and Li Hongzhang have been working hard to promote industrial construction. To be honest, there is no future."
Luo Yaoguo knocked on the edge of the bowl, and seemed a little confused: "Everyone thinks, should I send troops to destroy Zhou immediately, or do industrialization first?"
Moore put down his spoon: "The Great Zhou Dynasty was closed and backward, and could only rely on the most conservative priests to maintain their rule. The improvements and constructions that can be carried out are very limited, and time is on your side."
"Time? It doesn't take much time, right?" Luo Yaoguo laughed, "When my stocks rise to the sky, I will have enough military pay to fight Ganzhou and Shaanxi, and the best strategy is to fight!"
Friedrich frowned and said, "Are you referring to the railway stocks on the Shanghai Stock Exchange? IMHO, sometimes the stock price does not reflect the true value of the company, but the bubble!"
"Bubbles?" Luo Yaoguo pretended not to understand what "bubbles" was. While grabbing the wine pot to pour wine for everyone, he smiled and said, "I don't know what bubbles are related to stocks? I only know how popular Coptis Suo from Jiangnan Pharmaceutical Bureau is? The English East India Company just ordered 100,000 bottles! I also know how profitable the steel of Xuzhou Steel is. The cost of 50 Taiping Silver Dollars per ton can be sold for 200 Taiping Silver Dollars, and the gross profit margin is 75% higher. Of course, everyone is attracted to this secret to making big money."
After hearing what Luo Yaoguo said, Moore, Friedrich, and Wen Xian had the same idea in his mind: It seems that there are no stocks, bonds, and futures in his "heaven" and this is natural. If someone is always swallowed up by various financial storms, can this still be called "heaven"?
When he left the banquet, Wenxian, who was in a good mood, was so drunk that he put his hat back on his back. Friedrich carried him out, but Moore stayed in the corridor.
"Your Highness Wang really wants to raise military funds for the Western Expedition through those stocks?" Moore suddenly asked in fluent Chinese.
"You can also issue government bonds," Luo Yaoguo said with a smile, "In addition, as long as I put those stocks into the bank, will the money be released? Now the total price of the shares held in Shengku is more than 100 million! If you pledge 80 million, you can destroy Zeng Guofan, and by the way, you will not delay opening a factory and laying the railway."
Moore suddenly asked: "Yangel Luo, there must be no stocks, futures, and bonds in heaven, right?"
"No," Luo Yaoguo shook his head, "There is no such thing in the sky."
So that's it! Moore's heart said: "Sure enough! You don't understand these things at all! If you don't understand, you won't listen to me. Now you are in trouble!"
The British Inn in the south of Luoyang City was originally the former Qing Dynasty Taoist yamen, and there were still old blood stains in the cracks of the blue bricks. Moore pushed open the creaking door. The salty wine inside was sober and was smoking a cigar. Friedrich lighted up the kerosene lamp, and then took out his notebook and placed it on the desk.
"It seems that Luo Yaoguo is already a little fluttering!" Wen Xian sat on the Taishi chair and untied his bow tie. "He must have thought that the surge in stock prices made the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's treasury very full."
While recording today's experience in the notebook, Friedrich analyzed: "The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's finances only have a surplus of 200 million yuan a year, and the shares of the eight stocks held by the Heavenly Kingdom Holy Trustee are probably worth 100 million yuan!"
Suddenly, the sound of porcelain shattering came from next door. The three of them looked at each other, and Wenxian tiptoed to the wall - a hole in the paper window. Bai Siwen was stuffing a bag of silver dollars to the postman: "Change a few sets of clean bedding! Then get a three-roasted chicken, and you need to wrap lotus leaves! There are two pots of good wine."
He was surrounded by two boys and a middle-aged man in his thirties.
"Svenson, are you here in Luoyang too?" Wenxian pushed the door and entered, shocking Bai Siwen to overturn the tea bowl.
"Wen, Master Wen" Bai Siwen hurriedly wiped the splashed "Datong Newspaper" with his sleeves. The headline of this official newspaper of the Datong Association was "HSBC Bank stocks soared by 30%.
"The stock market of Taiping Heavenly Kingdom has been rising sharply recently." Friedrich looked at the "weekly stock price" in the Datong newspaper, "If I'm not wrong, it should be Nathaniel's work, right?"
Moore paced to the leaking window: "The people of the Rothschild family are the best at harvesting investors with the rise and fall of stock prices. I remember that during the British railway craze, the Liverpool-Manchester railway was not open to traffic, and the stocks increased five times."
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"That frenzy buried 100,000 families!" Friedrich dropped his pen, "The Rothschild family made a lot of money!"
Wen Xian smiled and interrupted: "In this financial craze of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, there is still one percent of the profit of each of us!" He looked at Friedrich and Moore, "Have your report been written? Nathaniel Rothschild is still waiting to read!"
"It's already written," Moore nodded, his thick eyebrows frowned slightly: "When we return to Shanghai, an analysis report on the Northwest War and the economic issues of the Great Zhou Dynasty will be delivered to Mr. Rothschild's desk immediately."
Friedrich was writing quickly in his notebook: On February 10, 1858, the financial system of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom of Luoyang was facing an unprecedented crisis:
1. The stock market has a serious bubble, its market value far exceeds its actual value, and the stock price is likely to be high by a European consortium headed by the Rothschild family;
2. The issuance of treasury bonds has completely exceeded the safety line and the interest burden is heavy;
3. The silver price is in danger, and the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom’s gold reserves are not enough. Once the silver price plummets, it may trigger a chain reaction;
4. The Northwest War was the biggest problem. Shaanxi and Gansu itself was very short of food and it was difficult to maintain the war between the army. It had to be mobilized from the east. The transportation in Shaanxi and Gansu was extremely inconvenient and transportation was very difficult;
1. War may also give birth to a large number of refugees in need of relief, which will increase the food tension in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
2. The top leaders of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and even the entire China lack awareness of financial issues and have no idea that they have actually been served on the dining table.
Once the crisis breaks out, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's industrialization process will suffer heavy damage and may even cause huge social turmoil.
Moore stood by the window, looked at the brightly lit Luoyang City in the distance, and sighed in a low voice: "Luo Yaoguo doesn't understand finance at all, nor does he know that finance is actually a weapon. This crisis is probably more terrifying than we thought before."
Wen Xian sneered and lit the cigar: "Moore, you're right. But for us, this is a feast - a feast that destroyed it with the financial crisis, at least a severe blow to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom."
Chapter completed!