Fan Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Since my grandson is not allowed to inherit this country, then my grandson must be allowed to inherit the country's wealth! We cannot end up with nothing!"
"The Beijing-Tianjin Railway is a gift I gave to my grandson. I congratulate him on turning six and becoming an adult. In the future, when he turns seven, eight, nine, and ten, I, as a grandfather, still have to give him a big gift!"
"Remember, quietly don't alert the Manchus, let them think that these stocks are actually scattered in the hands of countless investors, and they are all scattered!"
"Don't alert the enemy. If Zai Chun knew that these stocks were actually concentrated in our hands, he would go crazy. He would know our intentions immediately!"
"Let him live under this illusion, let him think that it is the hundreds of millions of people in the south of the Yangtze River who are collecting all kinds of stocks, so that he will not be afraid!"
"What kind of shareholders' meeting are we going to do? What kind of managers should we change? Let them fiddle with it. Let them take care of my grandson before he becomes an adult!"
"Another point, now that it's been exposed, the entire Qing Dynasty will be frightened. Do you think they will dare to build new railways in the future?"
"Next year, the head of state plans to connect the three cities of Wuchang, Hankou, and Hanyang... and rename them Wuhan! He also asked the Manchus to build a second railway from the capital to Wuhan!"
"This investment is huge. It only costs 80 to 90 million taels of silver... We will still have to operate like this and eat in little by little!"
"Do you think you can alert the enemy? It frightened Zai Chun and he stopped issuing orders. Who can build this railway?"
"Take your time, make money in a steady stream, and don't let those bannermen suffer too much...Order Fan Biao to enter the capital tomorrow and sing a duet with Yang Zhi!"
"Stabilize the stock price! Don't scare those bannermen to death. Take a long-term view to catch the big fish!"
Liu Yuzhen received the order and immediately acted according to the old shopkeeper's plan. He chatted for a few more words and then said goodbye, "Old man, have a good rest. I'm going to send a telegram. I'll go see the young master tomorrow... I'll take a boat back to Jiangnan the day after tomorrow!" "
"Okay! You go ahead and do your work. You don't have to say goodbye to me. If you work hard, I'll feel at ease!"
Liu Henzhen left the Chinese Central Bank building and walked on the street in the warm night breeze. The light of the gas lamp shone on him. He poked his hands on the harbor railing and let out a sigh of relief.
"Hey...the prince has such a huge maternal power, why should he worry about the future?"
"A whole railway of the Qing Dynasty! It's just a six-year-old gift from my grandpa! Times have really changed. People in the Qing Dynasty know the outside world, which is beyond their imagination!"
The stock market crash in the capital lasted for two days, and public dissatisfaction could no longer be suppressed. It started again on the third day after the crash, and on this day, all the bannermen looked unhappy.
"We can't go on like this, gentlemen! Jiangnan's stock price has not fallen at all, and the Chinese have not started a war with us. Why did our stock price collapse?"
"Sixteen more bannermen committed suicide last night. In the past two days, more than 80 people in our capital have been killed because of the stock market. Is this still the original intention of Long live the stock market?"
"There must be something wrong here. I have friends in the palace, and several of the father-in-laws in charge have said that Long Live the Lord has never touched the stock, neither bought nor sold it, he just held it steadily!"
"There must be something evil going on here... there must be something wrong with that wealthy family! Think about the trend of the stock price yesterday? Is it manipulated by someone?"
"That's right! Someone must be manipulating it! Now the prince and the banner owners don't care about us anymore. Long Live Lord has the entire empire to take care of, and he can't keep an eye on the stock market every day!"
"If we want to protect our own money, we have to let those big dogs come out and give us an explanation!"
"That's right, why did they smash the market? Why did they do it!"
At eight o'clock in the morning, hundreds of bannermen gathered on the two main streets north and south of the Capital Exchange. Each one was filled with righteous indignation and said, "When people are in danger, they must find a scapegoat, and the mysterious big house is." Their perfect scapegoat.
In a short time, the entrance to the large room and the north and south entrances to the exchange were all blocked. The indignant bannermen were all waiting to question the people inside, and they must give an explanation.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Master Qin didn't dare to enter the big room when he saw this posture. He slipped into the second floor of the teahouse without daring to show his face.
More and more soldiers came to support them. They formed a human wall to separate them, and they kept trying to persuade them, but these people could no longer listen to what others said. The market had tortured them to the point where they were almost tender on the outside and tender on the inside in the past two days. , all cooked.
Mr. Qin was lying by the window watching, careful not to show his head too much. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, a familiar figure jumped into view.
"Hey...why is this big head back?"
The rickshaw has its roof open, and a man who is very familiar to everyone, Fan Biao, the big head, has returned to the capital again!
The two followers followed the rickshaw, one on the left and the other on the right. Fan Da Fan shook his head desperately, "What's going on? What's going on? I haven't returned to the capital for several months, why are the stocks like this?"
"Oh... Master Fan is back. Good luck to Master Fan. I haven't seen you for a long time!"
Fan Datou bought more than 800,000 yuan of railway stocks in one go before and made a huge profit. To this day, the bannermen in the capital are still envious and jealous. It can be said that everyone knows about it and everyone knows about it!
Seeing Fan Datou coming, he came out to say hello anyway. Fan Biao stood up on the rickshaw and made a bow to everyone.
"Everyone, brothers... We have been good friends for many years. How did you do this? Why did the good market collapse?"
"Of my stocks, I put half in Jiangnan and half in Jingshi. Jiangnan is making a lot of money, but why is it crashing here? Are you going to speculate?"
"Ouch... Mr. Fan! You don't know that a new big family has come out. These wealthy people are really nothing. They're going to destroy the market!"
"That's right, nothing happened on the Emperor and the Chinese side, but here they started to mess around with their lives!"
Fan Biao threw his hat into the rickshaw and said angrily, "Brothers, stop talking, it's all up to me...Brothers, let me tell you what's going on!"
"It's all caused by that bastard Yang Zhi, he's the mastermind behind the operation! This rebellious kid, if I have him, I won't have him, and if he will, I won't have him!"
"Ouch... Mr. Fan Gaoyi, are you telling the truth?"
"Master Fan! You are the nephew of Fan Caishen's family, and you are called the uncle of the head of state! You are only as big as your arm, so you have to take care of it!"
Fan Da's head is naturally together for thousands of years, so these bannermen can't be found in the southeast, northwest, and northwest!
"Haha... I will fight him to the end! If Yang Zhi dares to smash the market today, I will support the market! Grandma, I will see who is better!"
"Okay!" There was thunder in the street, people applauded desperately, and Fan's face turned red with excitement!
