Volume 2: The crown and the hat are all over the capital, and the spirit is full of energy and enter the foggy city Chapter 109 Investors
Subtitle of this chapter: According to the outline, we will soon write about Economics.
“Wuwuwu…”
Gray sky, gray ocean, and in between, a cruise ship with a red hull and black top and a snow-white superstructure (Victoria livery) sounded its whistle.
The huge ship was like an old woman walking alone in a cold night, puffing out thick white smoke as it staggered towards the Atlantic Ocean, heading towards Europe on the other side.
Although Master Yuan considered himself a pure Reese, and although he had lived in America since he traveled through time, he had to admit that continent was the most brilliant stage in the industrial age.
Just as American cultural people have a "Paris complex", they also have a "Europa complex" because they know that the drama that will take place there in the future will determine the future of mankind.
If the "engine plan" fails, the British and French forces will be annihilated at Dunkirk...
If the mustache guy hadn't been fooled by Fatty Ge and wanted to use the "Sea Lion Plan" to force Britain to land...
If Noodle Country had been a bad teammate and the Barbarossa Plan had been carried out as planned instead of being postponed for a month...
If, if, if…
And the people who are going to make these results come true are on the cruise ship bound for continental Europe.
March 21, 1921, Monday, the Spring Equinox in the lunar calendar.
Our Master Yuan stood on the dock, watching the "Elizabeth" leave the New York Harbor. On this ship, there were not only Mr. Julian Herman Chandler, Miss Enuka Rochelle, and Mr. and Mrs. Li Jie and Zhang Na, but also Chen Shize and his men whom he had just met a few days ago.
They are about to rush to their posts and make their due contribution to his "grand plan".
Yuan Yan, with a surge of emotion, could not help but hum softly: "I planted a few seeds, and they will eventually grow into fruits. Today is a great day..."
"Pika Pika."
Master Yuan cursed in his heart and turned to walk towards his own car.
As soon as he got in the car, he said to the driver, "Xiaokang, let's go to Wall Street."
Xiao Kang, who was about 25 or 26 years old, said calmly, "Okay, Second Master."
Xiaokang is Master Yuan's new driver and bodyguard. His full name is Kang Erduo, from Xinhui, Guangdong, and he is also a Hongmen brother. He is quite skilled and is said to be a disciple of a disciple of a disciple of Chen Xiang, the founder of Cailifoquan. Cailifoquan is also a famous school among southern boxing, and its reputation is not inferior to that of Wing Chun, which is very powerful in later generations.
Zhuang Kunlun left, Julian also left, and John McCall couldn't really be his driver. So Yuan Yan suddenly asked Situ Meitang for a Hong family brother to drive for her. Unexpectedly, Kang Erduo, who was introduced by Situ Dalongtou, not only knew how to drive, but was also a martial artist.
What made Master Yuan even happier was that Xiaokang was very good at both English and Mandarin. Finally, he didn't have to listen to Cantonese anymore.
Condor drove Yuan Yan to the famous Delmonico Bar. He didn't come here for lunch on a whim, but had serious business to discuss.
After the duel with Lieutenant Colonel Alexander, Master Yuan's reputation became more and more popular in New York. There was almost no high-end restaurant or club that he could not enter. Even this gathering place of Wall Street elites did not require anyone to lead the way or to enter by simply using his facial recognition.
"Mr. Yuan, this way please."
Under the guidance of the foreman, Yuan Yan suddenly came to a large dining table. Sitting at the table were Miss Lillian Gish, Mr. and FDR. In addition to these three old friends, there were two "new friends" a man and a woman.
"Neo, you're here!"
When he came in, everyone stood up to welcome him. Master Yuan gave the celebrity a very warm kiss on the cheek without any hesitation, and shook hands with two gentlemen he knew well.
Mr. Roosevelt took the initiative to point at the strange couple and said, "Mr. Yuan, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Joseph Patrick , and his female companion... um, Miss Susie."
Hearing this name, Yuan Yan suddenly perked up. I knew FDR, and I also knew JFK's father. Next, I could become JFK's UNCLE.
"Mr. Yuan, nice to meet you."
"It's an honor to meet you, too, Mr. Kennedy."
In fact, Kennedy Sr. and Roosevelt were old friends. During World War I, Kennedy Sr. was the assistant manager of the Fuller River Shipyard of Bethlehem Steel Company. The shipyard received an order from the US government to build two battleships for Argentina. After the ships were built, the Argentines had no money to pay for them, so Charles Schwab, chairman of Bethlehem Steel Company, refused to deliver the goods.
Roosevelt, then Deputy Secretary of the Navy, held a meeting in Washington, and Schwab Chairman sent Kennedy Sr. to attend the meeting to handle related matters. That’s how the two met.
Roosevelt persuaded Kennedy to hand over the ship to the Argentines first, and the federal government would pay for it later. The latter naturally refused and rejected this condition. So a week later, four navy tugboats appeared at the Fuller River Shipyard, carrying fully armed naval officers and soldiers, and they drove the ship away under the watchful eyes of the workers.
Therefore, the elder Kennedy called Roosevelt the toughest trader he had ever seen. Because Trump listened to him, he became a loyal fan and supporter of FDR.
As for Miss Susie, who was quite pretty...all we can say is that JFK and his brother Robert Kennedy inherited their playboy style from their father.
This guy had just arrived in New York for a few days and he had already hooked up with this little Broadway star.
When these people got together, they naturally discussed the investment case for "Orphan of Famine".
Yuan Yan ordered a lot of food as usual, then asked with a smile: "Sorry, I'm late. What were you talking about just now?"
Old Kennedy spoke first: "We were just talking about the script written by Mr. Yuan..."
He said solemnly: "As a descendant of the Irish, I want to express my sincere gratitude to you!"
"Don't thank me, Mr. Kennedy." Master Yuan made a compassionate expression and said, "It was my conscience that drove me to write this script. Thank you if you want..."
He pointed at the film master and "Mr. Lover" and said, "These two, my script is tailor-made for these two filmmakers."
Once these words were spoken, everyone else was fine, but Miss Susie looked at the female star whose face was filled with pride and happiness, and couldn't help revealing an expression of envy and jealousy.
Yuan Yan followed up on this question and asked, "So, is Mr. Kennedy ready to invest in this movie?"
"Is this question..."
