Tonight, London and Amsterdam are destined to become a city that never sleeps. When someone cries, someone laughs, and when someone dies, there is life. Those trapped investors are crying or even ending their lives, while those investors who escaped early and successfully, They gathered in the tavern and restaurant, enjoying their bloody dinner.
"Cheers! Thank you for this war, praise war! Thank you for this rare opportunity! Boss... give all the guests today a glass of whiskey for each of them, my treat!"
"Well done, old Jack..." People applauded. "How much did you earn this time? One thousand pounds or two thousand?"
"Hahaha, God bless me. Through this war, I made a full three thousand pounds. I already knew that the French Navy would be dispatched. I sold all my chips three days ago, hahaha... "
"Just wait, Prussia will definitely take revenge. I will wait and see for a few more days. I believe I will still have a chance to buy the bottom..."
After drinking glasses of wine, people began to exchange their successful investment experiences. These gamblers who had successfully escaped from the top were all smiling.
"Look...another person jumped off the Tower Bridge! Damn it, greed hurt him badly. He must have not sold it when it plummeted!"
"That's right, he doesn't even think about it. Once the avalanche appears, selling orders will pour in like crazy, and the prices will be lower than the others. If his selling price is not lower than others, how can the transaction be completed?"
"Don't pity these people, they are all greedy and not worthy of pity... Let's keep drinking!"
In the financial crisis, after all, there are only a few lucky ones. Most people lose all their money. Most of those who commit suicide are debt-ridden gamblers who have no hope.
But more investors have lost their principal, but they are not ready to die yet. They can only run away from these lively bars and restaurants with their heads hanging down. Swallow it yourself!
But today, fate obviously played a big joke on everyone. The carnival of these so-called successful people was interrupted by a shocking news at 7 o'clock in the evening.
After half a day of hard work, the Duke of Newcastle finally found the telegraph machine at six o'clock and sent the message back to London.
Since the war destroyed the telegraph network around the battlefield, even Xiang Ying and the others were unable to send the news out. The Duke and Xiang Ying almost sent telegrams back and forth, and the Netherlands and London received the breaking news of the bombing of the camp at the same time.
Just when Fangguan was sadly missing Cai Bixia and those old friends on the Zhiyuan, her loyal Yanzi rushed in!
"Miss...Miss...something big happened...there's a telegram!"
"Speak nicely! What happened?"
"The Zhiyuan sent a telegram. The naval battle... the naval battle was a complete victory!"
Ah... Fangguan stood up suddenly and bumped into the dining table. "What nonsense are you talking about? How... how is this possible?"
"See for yourself..."
Fangguan looked at the emergency telegram sent by Xiang Ying. As soon as he read the beginning, tears started to flow down...
"He actually won? It's unbelievable. The ancestors have spirits and they actually won... They are still alive, they are still alive... Captured 20,000 French troops and defeated the entire French fleet. How did he do it?"
"The Zhiyuan is scarred and stranded? Hahaha... It doesn't matter. Xiang Ying, do you know that you have earned at least ten Zhiyuan ships for the navy?"
"Pass my order to purchase the best wine in the city and send a horse to Port William! Celebrate our heroes!"
ah! Ahhhh... Fangguan screamed and danced excitedly on the wooden floor. She waved her hands very fast and used all her strength to vent her excitement!
"Ah! Great, great! Let's raise a glass to celebrate, I allow you to get drunk tonight!"
This change was simply too dramatic. Fang Guan was celebrating, but the big shots in London were completely dumbfounded. Gladstone in the Prime Minister's Residence in Downing Street was completely stunned. The thin page of the telegraph newspaper in front of him looked like someone. It made him feel chilly from the inside out like a ghost.
"Is the Duke crazy? Is he playing an April Fool's Day joke on me? How can he win? This is not scientific..."
"Damn it, let the navy send the fastest communication ship, go to the battlefield immediately for on-site inspection, and contact the convoy immediately... let all our spies in Prussia take action, I want to know the truth!"
At this moment, the Bank of England is in a state of panic. The bankers and capitalists who were so complacent during the day are now pale with fear!
All judgments were wrong, and they were completely wrong. It was a complete reversal of 180 degrees!
The Duke's detailed battle report made them feel cold from the cracks in their bones. The floor was covered with glass fragments, which were wine bottles smashed by someone who had just lost control of their emotions.
The wine worth more than two hundred pounds turned into garbage on the ground, but after the catharsis, the people present lowered their heads like chickens in plague.
"How could this happen? How could the war be fought like this? Are the French all a bunch of pigs? Why did they lose..."
"Don't ask me, I don't understand military affairs, but I know that the Duke will not lie to us... I have already said that Prussia will win this war. We don't need to risk the band, as long as we boldly hold it until In the end, you will definitely win!”
"No one listens to me, no one listens to me..."
"You fart! When did you say these words? During the sell-off today, you sold more seats than anyone else!"
Everyone was not in a good mood after losing money, and a group of people were about to quarrel, but at this time a cold voice sounded at the door of the room, "Gentlemen! Are you going to quarrel over a business worth tens of millions of pounds?" Do the rulers of the world’s financial centers only have so much ambition?”
Hearing the sound, everyone present stood up subconsciously. They respectfully faced the white-haired old man who walked in from the door and bowed deeply.
"Mr. Rothschild, why are you here..."
The person who came was none other than Nathan Rothschild, the top tycoon in the European financial world and the head of the Rothschild family's assets in the UK!
This old man is a legend for financiers of this era. He helped the British government seize a large share of the Suez Canal through a series of complex capital operations.
According to the development of this old man's plan, France will be driven out of the Suez Canal sooner or later, and will at least become the second largest shareholder. The flow of money behind this canal is completely under his control.
The invisible king of the financial empire, the setter of European royal prices. Before the rise of American plutocrats, this family's control over the international financial market was truly terrifying! nt
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