Chapter 624: Sharpening the knife and sending letters to the Kingdom of Heaven and the United States (please vote and order)
March 15, 1858, Shanghai Beach.
The morning mist in the Huangpu River has not yet dissipated, and the porter has already heard the call to carry silver boxes on the special dock near the newly completed Shanghai Stock Exchange. The live ammunition exchange guards stood outside this exchange building that combines Chinese and Western exchange, watching nervously as boxes of silver dollars were transported into the exchange building. Taiping Bank, HSBC, Zhenqu Bank, North Korea Tianguo Bank, Vienna Bank, Dutch East India Bank, Rothschild Bank, Holy Spirit Bank, accountants and staff were already waiting at their respective fund counters early, waiting to count the margin.
Of course, more funds will flow from East Asia and even around the world through bill transfers to this hot exchange.
Moore, who had just returned to Shanghai, just stepped on the granite steps. The silver box carried by two Ningbo guys suddenly fell, and the shiny Mexican eagle rolled to his and Wenxian's feet.
"There are eight ships of silver in total...::.:" British Consul Winchester counted several silver ships with armed escorts on the river. "The Shanghai Stock Exchange added more than 20 trading seats yesterday!"
Friedrich looked back at the hot ferry of the boats coming and going on the Huangpu River, sighed softly, and said in German: "But they don't know that they have all become lambs to be slaughtered."
Moore took his words and smiled bitterly: "All countries are the same...:::.UK, France, Austria, the United States...\n::.No one can escape their control, this is capitalism!"
Wen Xian smiled and said, "Moore, if you were not a friend of the prince and a shrewd Jew, I would really doubt you had participated in the Revolution of 1848!"
"I actually participated!" Moore smiled.
Wen Xian laughed: "That was also what they sent you... Revolution is also a business opportunity. The Rothschild family, the Condra family, the Bateman family and the Spier family absorbed a lot of high-quality assets at low prices from 1848 to 1850, right?"
Moore shrugged: "In fact, Her Majesty the Queen was the one who made the most profits between 1848 and 1850."
"Oh......" Wen Xian seemed to understand some secret and smiled knowingly, "Of course!"
"Consul, sir... Moore, you are here too! Come in quickly, the market is open." Nathaniel Rothschild poked out half of his body from an office on the second floor of the exchange and waved to the British consul, Wen Xian, Moore and others who were talking outside.
The sound of sounds inside the red lacquer gate of the Shanghai Stock Exchange was thundering.
"Gangnan made 45 yuan in total!"
"Jiangnan Pharmaceuticals...51 yuan in total!"
"Xuzhou Steel...\n...Sixty! Sixty yuan!"
The agent wearing a red vest ran away while holding a copper bell and shouting. Within the nine-cage grid surrounded by a mahogany counter as big as an immortal table, the exchange staff in the yellow vest was able to make a flick of the abacus.
On the oversized blackboard on the east wall, the chalk quote next to "HSBC" jumped to five corners again. The boss in a well-dressed robe or dress held up a telescope and stood on the platform outside the VIP offices on the second floor of the hall. While watching the quotes, he issued instructions to his respective brokers.
Friedrich leaned into Moore's ear and whispered, "This is where the capitalist brain is!"
Moore nodded slightly and replied in German: "Let's see how the crisis is conceived, grown and exploded!"
Rothschild Bank and Vienna Bank have a luxuriously decorated office on the second floor of the Shanghai Stock Exchange. One of the offices faces the Huangpu River and the Bund, and the other facing the huge quotation blackboard in the trading hall.
Next to a mahogany round table, Nathaniel Rothschild was wearing glasses and reading a quick letter from Singapore. After several years of hard work, the British Dadong Telegraph Office has already pulled the "water and telegraph line to Singapore. However, from Singapore to Shanghai, the news has to be reported by the fast letter from the steam ship: "Bahrain Bank has transferred another eight million ounces of spot silver, which is enough to push the stock price to six times the IPO price."
"The idiots in the Holy Custody of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom thought it was a blessing from the Father." Albert of Sassoon Company popped up a cigarette on a "Datong Newspaper", "They used all the locked and unsold stocks as collateral for the new government bonds...::... This time I want to borrow 100 million to 150 million!"
"We take the lead in subscribing......" Nathaniel Rothschild smiled, "but only give them Mexican silver!"
A tsunami-like cheer suddenly broke out outside the glass window.
Van Deville of the Netherlands East India Bank opened the velvet curtains: "Gangnan manufacturing has increased by 7000 again! The collateral of government bonds is getting harder...
When he turned around and raised his glass, Charles from Baoshun Foreign Company pushed the door open and said, "Congratulations, I just bought 200,000 bags of Siamese Middo orders in the futures market. Delivery in September, Nathaniel, do you have any place to store grain in your warehouse in Nagasaki?"
"We have!" Van Deville took the initiative to take the conversation without waiting for Nathaniel to speak, "Save any amount! We have long-term cooperative relationships with many Japanese vassal lords and can borrow their Yonekura."
"Then I really want to congratulate you!" Sassoon, a Jew in India, smiled, "The great uprising in India has destroyed a large number of grain-producing areas. It is estimated that India will need to import a large amount of grain this year and next two years. By September, the rice price will increase by at least 5 per stone per stone.
horn......"
Wen Xian's ivory cane paused: "Now the futures are two Taiping silver dollars and one stone........ Will it rise to two five?"
"I don't think it's all..." Jardinet Foreign Company suddenly interrupted, "When the Northwest War comes together, three cans...
Sir Wen, Moore, can the Northwest fight?"
"Yes!" Moore nodded and took out the "Northwest War and Social Analysis Report" he wrote on his way back to Shanghai from his briefcase. "The Northwest is a powder keg, religious, national, and between two dynasties, and various warlords and ambitious people. The contradictions between them are profound and irreconcilable!"
"How long will the war last?" asked Nathaniel Rothschild.
Moore said, "It continues until the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom can crush all the contradictions with the power of industrialization!" He looked at Nathaniel Rothschild, "Mr. Rothschild, do you think they have that power?"
The Jewish chaebol from Britain laughed and said, "Of course! But the premise is that we manage complex and risky finance for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!"
Moore nodded: "I understand, you don't want to destroy the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, but want to turn the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom into your money tree!"
Nathaniel Rothschild nodded with a smile: "It's...ours!"
"The first step is to push up the stock price, and then tempt the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom to mortgage stocks and issue bonds." That night, under the kerosene lamp in the Far East Hotel, Moore tapped the notes with a pipe, "After obtaining funds, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom will blindly launch the Northwest War and accelerate industrial construction...... and these projects require a large amount of imports, while the fluctuations in the international silver and silver standard currencies are very severe, and they are in a downward channel in the long run!
Friedrich's red pen circles the curves of grain prices, silver prices and raw silk prices in the notebook: "The second step is to layout the futures market and gradually collect a large number of long orders, silver, and short orders in raw silk."
"The third step is to store grain in Nagasaki, lock in as much food spot as possible!" Moore took a sip of cigarettes and continued to analyze, "The fourth step is to use the Indian uprising to gradually push up the price of grain; the fifth step is to mobilize a large amount of silver to run the gold of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom;
The sixth step is to release unfavorable news from the Northwest War, whether it is a military setback or a refugee crisis after victory,
Or the long-term war under stalemate can be used as an excuse to short stocks, bonds, and long grains and gold at the same time...."
Friedrich wrote the words "Dutch Expeditionary Fleet" in his notebook. "The most poisonous thing is the seventh step, when the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom sells food, gold, and protects stocks and bonds at the same time, the Dutch fleet will arrive in the South China Sea blockade route.
The last blow to the financial market of Taiping Heavenly Kingdom...:
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Moore said: "There is another eighth step! Their goal is not to kill the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, but to turn the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom into a slave to capital, so that the big capital from Europe can completely control the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's finance, so that European financial capitalists can suck blood from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom anytime and anywhere!"
"Moore, do you think they will succeed?" Friedrich asked.
Moore nodded: "They succeeded in Britain, France, and Austria... Why didn't the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom let them succeed? This...:::. It's capitalism!"
Friedrich thought for a while: "Then should we remind Luo Yaoguo?"
Moore shook his head: "No need...\n. Since he chose to accept capital, he had to bear the consequences. Besides...:...\n. The Chinese will not always be willing to be sucked by the big capital of Europeans. Once they decide to resist, maybe we can see a war to destroy capitalism!"
When the bronze bell of the British Consulate rang eleven times, Bai Siwen sat alone under the kerosene lamp in the living room. The moment Winchester pushed the door open, the sound of a Dutch merchant ship anchoring came from the river.
"This is a handwritten letter from Suzhongtang of the Qing Dynasty." The British consul slapped the raft of the fire-covered letter on the mahogany table, "sent from New York."
"What?" Bai Siwen was stunned. "Sushun's handwritten letter, from New York? He actually went to the United States!"
"Yes!" The British Consul scratched his head, "Sent to your residence in London..... Your British lover received the letter for you, and then transferred the letter to me....:::. This letter has traveled across the ocean and circled the earth! Okay, now it has finally been delivered."
Chapter completed!