《1855 American Tycoon》Chapter 17: The Harvest Season
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This shout immediately attracted everyone's attention. Scrooge and the others, who were busy laughing at Scrooge and the others, now turned their heads and looked at the man who rushed in. Countless pairs of eyes were staring at the man who broke in, all eager to know the price of food in the European market.
However, after the man shouted that sentence, he did not say anything else. Scrooge saw that the guy who ran in was as pale as death, his chest heaving violently, emitting a panting sound like broken bellows. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, and then, his legs went limp and he simply fainted on the ground.
A group of people has used the past, someone shouted: "Have you got water? Quickly bring me a glass of water!" Someone else was shouting: "Who has smelling salts?" "Damn it, what the hell is the result!" The whole hall was in a mess.
Scrooge and the others didn't go around, they even took a few steps backward to avoid colliding with those who had gathered around them. Warren? He saw Rockefeller squeezing his little book tightly in one hand and clenching his other hand into a fist, and could see thick veins bulging from the back of his hand, curving like an earthworm.
"John, don't worry, the food prices in Europe must have collapsed." This time, Scrooge spoke up, "from the pier to here, not much distance, even if he is tired of running, but not so tired - this is not a marathon. The reason he would faint over, most likely because the news brought him too much pressure. So, the news he brought is not good news for most people."
Rockefeller turned his head and saw the corners of Scrooge's mouth hook up slightly, revealing a cold, wickedly quick smile.
"That's right, we're going to win this one!" Warren? Their right hand Delano clenched into a fist and slapped heavily on the palm of his left hand.
This time, the crowd stirred up again, and from there came a voice: "Well, he woke up. Don't get too close, let some air through ...... he is going to talk, you all quiet ......"
Just waking up the guy did not immediately speak, but rather like a woman who cried out.
"What's wrong? Roy, you do say something!"
The first time I heard this, the smile on Scrooge's face became even more intense.
"The price of wheat ...... wheat transaction price is only ...... a little more than a third of last year!" The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public.
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This sentence is not loud, but at this time, it is like a cold wind blowing from the most gloomy hell, everything in the whole exchange is frozen, and the whole trading hall is immediately silent as a tomb. After a long time, a voice emerged.
"This is not possible! You must be joking with us, right? India is at war, how can the food fall like this?" A man shouted in astonishment, knowing that the price of sunshine was not even enough to cover the cost of transportation across the Atlantic Ocean.
"Yes, yes! How can this be!" The silence was immediately broken by the clamor of voices.
Seeing people shouting like this, Warren Delano smiled. Scrooge, you see how funny this drama is, when destiny comes, many people can't believe it's true, and only struggle in vain, like a fish caught in a net and pulled out of the water, suffocating in the air."
"If we are the ones who are wrong, will we be too?" Rockefeller said.
"No, we wouldn't." Warren Drano. Delano said, while gently shaking his head and whispering, "The queen died a noble death ......"
"The queen died a noble death, you will be sympathetic to the beams supporting the roof, one by one, twitching, like a thrush wrapped in a net ...... to come, eerie bullet-like brats, roll over, as much as you can fool around here, set the corners gilded slaughter table, the axe shining coldly at the silver case. " Followed by Warren? In Drano's last line, Scrooge also softly chanted.
"Hey, what are you talking about? I read less, you do not say these let me do not understand." Rockefeller, who had relaxed, laughed.
"Nothing, it's just a passage from Goethe's Faust. It's about Helen, who has returned to Sparta, and the song team, who learns that they will be sacrificed to the slaughter. Don't you think it's very similar to now?" Scrooge explained.
"I don't know, I haven't read the book." Rockefeller shook his head and said, "But your performance reminds me of Scrooge you used to say: 'The devil is not afraid, the devil is afraid of culture'."
At this time, someone shouted again: "Look! There's another ship coming into the harbor, I know it, it's the 'Bill Cowboy', it's back from England!"
Scrooge also looked in the direction of the harbor, and through the glass window, he could see a flying clipper a few hundred meters away coming into port.
"Quick! Go check it out!" I don't know who shouted, so a large group of people rushed out of the exchange and rushed to the port. So, in a short time, the pallet of the port was filled with people.
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"Shall we go along and see?" Rockefeller asked.
"I don't think so." Warren? Delano said, "a few lucky people appearing in the middle of a group of unlucky, is a very dangerous thing. Is not it? The big picture is settled, let's go home today. Two more days until the delivery, then they should be able to accept the reality."
"Well, Mr. Delano is right. Let's go back!" Scrooge said the same thing. So the three of them walked out of the now empty exchange.
A carriage was waiting outside the exchange, and the carriage driver was straining his neck in interest, looking towards the port he was already in a state to watch the show. And shouts and cries were coming from that side.
Drano led Scrooge and Rockefeller towards the carriage, he snapped his fingers at the carriage driver, who was watching the show with great interest, and immediately switched out of the state of watching, showing the customary respectful and even flattering smile.
"Mr. Delano, where are you going?" The coachman hurriedly jumped out of the car and pulled open the door.
"The Caesar Hotel!" Delano said as he waited to get into the carriage. Then he looked back at Scrooge and Rockefeller and said.
"Where do you live now? Come on up, I'll let this car take you home first."
"Okay, thank you, Fabrecia Hotel." Scrooge didn't make a fuss and pulled Rockefeller into the carriage with him. The coachman waited for them to get into the car, then gently closed the door, then climbed into his seat, then threw a whip, and the carriage gently drove along the street ahead.
The carriage driver knew the location of the Fabrecia Hotel, but the hotel was very resilient, generally only those poor people with little money would stay there. The Caesar Hotel is an upscale hotel, and those who stay there are very rich. For example, this Mr. Delano, who now has his carriage chartered to serve him for a week, is said to be a wealthy man from New York. Amazingly, such a rich man is hanging out with two people who are staying at the Fabreseia Hotel, laughing and joking.
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That afternoon, the Chicago Daily News published a special edition: Due to the bumper crop in Europe, especially in Ukraine, the European food market is saturated and food prices have jumped. With this news finally confirmed, the price of grain futures on the Chicago grain futures market dropped at a horrific rate, with every minute, even every second, someone was selling grain at a lower price. The price of food futures fell faster than Satan's fall from heaven to hell, so much so that the futures market staff could not even write down the trading price on the blackboard. In such a horrible situation, the selling became a complete panic, and everyone saw the food that had not been sold as a time bomb that could explode at any time, and people began to succumb to fear and keep selling food at irrationally cheap prices. This selling reached its peak the next afternoon.
A few months earlier, Delano, together with Scrooge and his men, had borrowed from some merchants, at a cost of more than $200,000, wheat and corn, then worth nearly $1,000,000, and had immediately sold off the food, and now the time had come to return it. Now, the time has come to return the grain, and the grain at the same price is now worth less than $200,000 due to the current panic selling.
"It's about time, right?" Rockefeller told Warren? Delano said. He could not remember how many times he had said this. The plunge in the price of food futures not only scared the bullish speculators but even a bit scared Rockefeller who led the short-selling.
"Mr. Delano, now the price of food has fallen below the cost, there is no more room for further decline. I also think that we can buy food to close the position." Scrooge also opened his mouth.
"Well, it's about time, okay, let's buy food and start closing out!"
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In this speculation, they made a total of $800,000. This was an astronomical amount at the time. Of course, the bulk of the money was taken by Warren Delano, as he was the only one who could afford it. Delano took because he invested the most, but Scrooge and Rockefeller's harvest is also a lot, Scrooge's original two thousand dollars into more than eight thousand dollars, Rockefeller's thirteen hundred dollars also became nearly six thousand dollars, plus Warren? Delano for them (including still in Europe, Clark) to provide a dividend of $ 20,000, each of them can be divided into six thousand six hundred dollars, from the beginning of the establishment of the company, to now, only a few months, each of them has earned more than 10,000 dollars!
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