The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 264: Little Morgan (Part 2)
The subtitle of this chapter: I am (P) strong because I have no desires, and you are (Jia) tolerant and bright!
As a time traveler, "Lord Fool" knew that little Morgan was a fan of detective novels without "His Holiness the Pope" telling him.
Moreover, he does not have the strong desire for control like his father. He prefers a more quiet life, hunting, sailing, and reading detective novels.
So a few years ago he handed over most of the Morgan House's business to his second-in-command, Harry Davidson (1868-1922).
This man was one of the advisors to the Federal Reserve's preparatory committee and one of the favorites for the Republican presidential candidate in 1915...
If he had not been involved in that "tragic scandal", he would have likely competed with Wilson, who was seeking re-election, for the presidency.
In 1915, one of Davidson's neighbors, a husband he had cheated on with, shot his wife in the back of the head after dinner and then shot himself in the temple.
The scandal naturally became a big deal, and Davidson lost the opportunity. Later, feeling guilty, he adopted the couple's two children.
You see, in the era without Weibo, a cuckolded husband could only seek revenge in this extremely violent way, so we should be grateful for the progress of the times.
It was not known whether it was retribution, but by 1920, Harry Davidson's health had problems. He was troubled by headaches and insomnia and had to go to the countryside to recuperate.
Morgan Jr. had no choice but to return to the helm. However, if history had not changed, Thomas Lamont would soon become "the most successful president in the history of the Morgan House."
"Thank you, Dr. Yuan. I like this gift very much." Jack Morgan smiled and spoke in pure "Queen's English".
He was "exiled" to Britain by his father from 1898 to 1905, so he, his wife and his children became pro-Anglophones and spent almost half of each year in Britain.
Of course, this does not prevent the Morgan Consortium from lending money to Niu Niu's enemies.
Our Master Yuan only then noticed the other party's accent and immediately smoothed his tongue and said, "You're welcome, Mr. Morgan."
Please note that the most significant difference between American English and British English is that American English has retroflex consonants, while British English does not... not at all!
To give the simplest example, the word FATHER is pronounced “fa de” in American English and “fa da” in British English.
As long as you remember this, you can switch between American and British accents. And for Yuan Yanshu, who is about to go to England, it's time to get used to it.
"Dr. Yuan, please take a seat."
"Thank you, Mr. Morgan."
As soon as he sat down, someone asked, "Dr. Yuan, what would you like to drink?"
He casually replied, "Whiskey is fine. Soda water without ice, thank you."
When the wine was served, Master Yuan secretly felt delighted. NYSE Chairman George Whitney was pouring wine for him. How could he have such treatment if he hadn't traveled through time?!
"Dr. Yuan, you know why we invited you here today, right?" Little Morgan asked directly.
Yuan Yanshu was not surprised by his direct approach.
According to his understanding, Morgan Jr. followed his father's footsteps very closely, not only in business matters, but also in behavior and even the way he dressed, which he somewhat deliberately copied from Morgan Sr.
A newspaper held a prize-giving contest. They published two photos of Morgan, father and son, each holding a cane to drive away reporters, and asked readers which photo was of the father and which was of the son.
With this kind of "Find the Differences" game, it can be seen how similar this father and son are.
One of old Morgan's characteristics was that he was straightforward when talking about business and never wasted time.
The most famous example is his acquisition of the industries owned by "Steel King" Carnegie.
When the president of Carnegie Corporation presented Morgan with a price of $480 million, he expected Morgan to disagree and to bargain. But to his surprise, Morgan agreed without blinking.
That’s how the big deal was done!
But our Master Yuan was not in a hurry to answer the questions raised by the "King of Wall Street".
He first took a sip of whiskey slowly, then closed his eyes slightly to savor the taste of the wine.
After about ten seconds, he nodded and said, "Mr. Morgan, of course I know."
Of course he knew that he was standing on a historical fulcrum, a historical fulcrum that he created himself!
Archimedes said, give me a fulcrum and I can move the earth.
Yuan Yanshu said, give me a fulcrum and I can move history.
Now, nowadays, right now, at this moment... is a fulcrum that can easily pry open history. It is so easy that the power balance between China and Japan can be changed with just a few words.
In fact, this is what is called "suicidal spirit".
Yuan Yanshu clearly knew that he had no way to take advantage of this historical fulcrum, but he deliberately created it.
He befriended the “Wall Street Miracle”…
He predicted a resounding victory for Harding...
He wrote Socialism and those political essays...
He easily made money through NYPR and Centennial Hill...
He became a guest of honor in the "Mahjong Cabinet"...
All of this is just for this meeting with little Morgan!
However, if you seek death, you will really die.
In order to avoid death, he had to give up this historical fulcrum.
As the old saying of Seres goes, those who have no desires are strong.
Since he gave up this fulcrum, the image he wanted to create was not that of a capable, honest, and obedient subordinate, but that of a capable, honest, and slightly arrogant consultant.
As long as young Morgan had a little tolerance and vision, he would have a good chance of becoming an extra-staff consultant to the Morgan Consortium.
In fact, he also hopes to maintain a close but distant relationship with the Morgan Consortium.
To put it bluntly, he wanted to establish a personal friendship with J.P. Morgan and others, but did not want to get involved in the actual business of the Morgan Consortium.
Why doesn't Yuan Yanshu want to join the Morgan Consortium?
Because he wants to be a "master of shit", he can't become a "royal member of the king of gods".
Just imagine, a master who holds high the banner of humanitarianism and liberalism is eventually discovered by the public to be in cahoots with Wall Street tycoons. His reputation will surely be ruined.
If his reputation is ruined, how can he be a master of neoclassical liberalism?
If people found out that he was of the same ilk as the Wall Street tycoons, how could he remain FDR's close friend and political ally?
Without the moral high ground, how can he become an academic idol worshipped by white left public intellectuals of all colors in later generations?
"Respected Mr. Baker mentioned it to me, and I am very grateful for his recommendation." Our Master Yuan turned to look at Mr. Baker II and nodded to express his gratitude to his father.
Then he turned to Little Morgan and said, "Mr. Morgan, I am also very grateful for giving me a chance to meet here..."
"Gentlemen, I'm truly flattered by the opportunity to become a partner at the Morgan Consortium. To be honest, I haven't slept well these past few days!"
"Hehehe..." These people also chuckled a few times out of courtesy.
"Mr. Morgan, but..." Yuan Yan suddenly stood up, bowed to little Morgan and said, "Excuse my rudeness, but I have to refuse!"
Now, now, at this moment, at this moment... his heart is bleeding.
"Gentlemen, please listen to my story first." Our Master Yuan stood up and spoke loudly without waiting for everyone present to ask questions.
"In 1840, the Tatar government was forced to sign the Treaty of Nanjing with the British, opening its ports to free trade."
"At that time, the textile factory owners in Manchester woke up laughing in their dreams. They believed that China had a population of 400 million, and if every Chinese person bought a cotton nightcap every year, it would be enough for all the factories in Manchester to produce for decades."
"So, they actually sent several ships of nightcaps to China..."
Yuan Yan suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "They don't know that we Chinese don't wear hats when we sleep, and we don't need to wear hats."
"Gentlemen, I must point out that at this stage in history the Morgans are the Manchester factory owners."
"What I want to say is that you have very good products, but they are not suitable for today's China!"
Now, now, at this moment, at this moment... our Master Yuan has only four words in his mind.
That is...
