Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 174 A Word
Subtitle of this chapter: One sentence determines a generation
"Why don't I make a bet with you?"
Our Master Yuan was stunned when he heard this, and his old face turned red as he said, "Mr. Baker, are you criticizing me for being too fond of gambling?"
George Baker said with a serious face: "No, I'm not criticizing. What's wrong with people like us who like to gamble? I'm serious."
The three people present heard this, the two young men were fine, but the great inventor was shocked. He understood that Mr. Baker, who said this, actually regarded this somewhat annoying Chinese as "people like us", which clearly meant that the two of them were the same kind of people... well, that is, successful financiers.
Now he put away his resentment and began to listen carefully to the conversation between the old man and the young.
"Neo, tell me why you want NYPR. If I'm satisfied, I'll buy the radio company and give it to..."
He suddenly remembered something, shook his head with some regret and said, "It's a pity that you are Chinese."
Yuan Yan suddenly understood that the old man was talking about the Chinese Exclusion Act, and he pierced his nails into his palm. This sentence also strengthened his determination to obtain NYPR.
The Chinese Exclusion Act passed in 1882 was extremely simplistic and crude. It stipulated that Chinese workers would be banned from entering the United States for ten years, that Chinese living in the United States without proper documents would be deported, and that no Chinese would be allowed to naturalize as American citizens anywhere in the world.
After that, 15 Chinese Exclusion Acts were passed, which further stipulated that Chinese people could not own real estate, engage in business, or become corporate legal persons or owners.
In 1904, the US Congress actually passed a resolution: The Chinese Exclusion Act would be effective forever.
"You can't own a company..." Mr. Baker said after a pause, "But I can buy it and give it to Louis. I think he should know what to do next. Right, Louis?"
"Grandfather, I understand."
Fortunately, our Master Yuan still had a +3 performance skill bonus, so even though he felt very uncomfortable, he could still ask with a smile: "What if you are not satisfied, Mr. Baker?"
"Oh, if I'm not satisfied...then you can come and work at my First National Bank of New York after you graduate."
"And you have to stay for at least three years." The Wall Street Miracle held up three fingers and said, "Of course, salary and other things are easy to discuss. Neo, I don't think you will mind this little money."
Well, everyone present, including Master Yuan, understood that although this bet sounded unfair, winning or losing was just a matter of words from Mr. Baker. But regardless of winning or losing, he was supporting this Chinese man.
You should know that another name for the Morgan Consortium is the First National City Bank Financial Group. The core of this top American consortium is the two commercial banks, First National Bank of New York and Citibank. In 1955, they merged into the First Citibank of New York.
These two banks not only engaged in financial business, but also controlled dozens of large key enterprises, which in turn controlled hundreds of small and medium-sized enterprises. The total industrial and agricultural output value created each year was higher than the GDP of the Republic of China at that time, and the number of employees under them was countless. It was basically a money empire.
If Yuan Yanshu had joined the First National Bank of New York, would she have stayed behind the counter as a receptionist for three years?
Judging from the friendly attitude of the Wall Street miracle towards him, our Master Yuan might become a junior partner of this consortium in three years.
Returning to China with this identity, Yuan Yanshu would be the number one comprador in the Republic of China. With the "vision" and "talent" of this time traveler, he could definitely earn a lot of money for the Morgan . This small amount of money would be enough for this Chinese man to become a senior partner in charge of the entire Morgan Consortium's Northeast Asia and Southeast Asia business. Through the Morgan Consortium's deep influence in the United States, as long as the means he uses are clever enough and the benefits he provides are rich enough, he can completely decide the direction of the US foreign policy for the next decade or so, especially the policy in East Asia.
Well, unlike the difficult road of USAS and Red Blue Star which has a very small chance of realization, this route is the one that best utilizes the advantages of the time traveler, is the most feasible, and is the real shortcut to change the modern history of China, East Asia and even the entire world with the least effort!
However, our Master Yuan heard a familiar and lovely voice...
"Skin……"
"Don't be naughty or stuck, I know there's no hope!"
Yuan Yan suddenly showed a very bright smile and said, "Mr. Baker, since you want to gamble, why not just bet a little bigger?"
George Baker asked suspiciously, "Bigger?"
"Yes, a little bigger." Our Master Yuan raised his index finger and said loudly: "One word!"
The old man was even more confused: "Nio, what is that? "
Yuan Yan shrugged and said, "Mr. Baker, what I mean is that if I can convince you with one sentence, then please help me turn NYPR into a national broadcasting company. If I can't convince you, then I will work for the First National Bank of New York for the rest of my life..."
He said half jokingly and half seriously: "Of course, I believe you won't mind giving me a high salary."
The Miracle of Wall Street hesitated for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Hahaha, I admire you like this! I'll bet as you said!"
"Neo, you can say that now."
"Just a moment, Mr. Baker."
Yuan Yan slowly picked up the alcohol torch and heated the cigar evenly , then used a cigar cutter to cut off the wrapper on the mouthpiece, and then lit this top-quality cigar that was rolled by someone who didn't know whether it was a young girl, an old woman, or some stinky man...
To be honest, if you want to plagiarize articles and pretend to be cool by pushing down beautiful women, it doesn't matter what era you wear. It's better to go to a small era where "the world is stable and the years are quiet". Why run to this turbulent big era to join in the fun?
So what can our Master Yuan do with his Master Ball-breaking System besides pretending to be cool and pushing girls in America?
Pay attention, pay attention, pay attention, he still has twenty years to influence an entire generation of Americans.
That's right, that's right, it's the generation of young Americans who will go to the battlefields of World War II. If he does well, he can also influence this wave of British, French, Germans, and Japanese... His compatriots no longer need his influence, because history will teach them.
Did you see it? Did you see it? This is the real mission of this time traveler. And to accomplish this mission, NYPR New York Public Radio is the first cornerstone...
