Subtitle of this chapter: Founding of the Kingdom starts with mouth gun

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The great demons of Cyris are far away from the distance, but the "Ten People's Ten Faiths" that will happen at the end of 1921 is in front of you in terms of time.

As we all know, this financial storm has had a profound impact on Seris' history.

Without this trend, small and medium-sized national capital might not have been as difficult as it did later.

Because China's stock market has been in a slump since then. Not only has the official controls, first the French Concession and then the Republic of China government, the government has been very strict, and even completely abolished futures trading. Moreover, the public was also afraid of well ropes by snakes for ten years, which made it impossible for those national enterprises that really had capital needs to raise funds from the stock market.

At that time, even companies with very strong brands, such as Commercial Press, China Merchants and Bank of China, were ignored.

Without this trend, Chuanlin Beile might become a stock market expert rather than a logistics expert in the future.

They could have lived a happy little life in the Demon Capital, but in the end they had to go to the Pearl River if they didn't jump to the Huangpu River, so they went to Guangzhou to join the magnificent era.

Without this trend, Yuan Hongjian’s great-great-grandfather might have really become the eldest prince of the Eastern Palace of the Yuan Financial Empire...

Don't joke, be serious. Assuming that Yuan Hongjian doesn't have a broken system, he must make a fortune in this financial trend, and then...

"Pika Pika Meow..."

"Master Ball, have you never heard of the saying that men don't raise cats and women don't raise dogs? I don't want to be a shoveler!"

"Neo, what's your movie called...Is it started filming?"

"Mr. Baker, The Lonely of Famine started filming earlier this month, and now Mr. David Griffith is taking the filming team in Maine."

They don't necessarily go to Ireland to film, and the place in California is not similar to Ireland at all.

Maine is the northernmost state on the east coast of the United States and the northernmost end of New England. The latitude, climate, terrain, and vegetation there are similar to Ireland, so they ran there to shoot movies.

"Neo, do you think that such a large investment can be recovered?"

"Mr. Baker, I am very confident in the great director of Mr. Griffith. Considering the situation in recent days and the value orientation of our American people, finally adding the script I wrote myself... In short, I don't think this film can lose money."

At this time, Louis Baker also spoke and said, "Grandpa, don't you like "The Twelve People" very much? The success of this movie can be said to be entirely attributed to Neo's script. And his script was written by me with my own eyes, to be precise, 'them'. This was the case at that time..."

Huang Zongyi was once again trapped by his uncle's talent. He just casually found twelve writing workers and wrote an outstanding movie script. Mr. Hongjian's talent is really unfathomable.

"So that's it!" Mr. Baker raised his glass again happily, "Then I wish your movie success first."

"Thank you, Mr. Baker."

After finishing the drink, "Wall Street Miracle" asked again: "Neo, when will you return to China?"

"June." Yuan Yan replied with great certainty: "Mr. Baker, let's leave when I get the Phd."

Mr. Baker asked casually: "Oh, are you taking a boat from Vancouver to marry your bride?"

In fact, the fastest route from northeastern America to Northeast Asia was to take the special train from Seattle to Vancouver, and then board the boat there to cross the Pacific Ocean. The fastest route was more than a month, and the slowest route was two months before reaching Japan and China.

Our Master Yuan explained: "Mr. Baker, I'm going to go to the British Isles to meet some old friends and meet some new friends..."

In addition to the Seris, the new and old friends he wants to meet also have a very, very important Japanese "friend".

Yuan Yan suddenly wanted to be an old friend of the Japanese people and had to get in touch with this person.

"Then I will go to the Netherlands to meet William II. Although I cannot be his secretary this time, I still have to thank him in person for his kindness. After we meet him, we will board the ship from Amsterdam."

In this way, Yuan Yanshu and the others actually made a circle, which was much further away than the previous route and took much longer on the road. But is this the way to go?

Just like that, the four gentlemen chatted and finished the supper. As usual, they came to the smoking room to have a drink after dinner.

"Mr. Yuan, your bloody Mary." This time, the waiter brought his wine without giving orders.

"Ah? Do you still remember what I drank!"

"Of course, Mr. Yuan. We remember as long as the guests who have been here."

"Okay, don't drink this for me next time, change it to a tomato-flavored WU JIA PI."

"Well... I understand, Mr. Yuan."

"Okay, you go out first."

"Yes, Mr. Yuan."

After getting this done, our Master Yuan raised the red wine glass and said to the "Wall Street Miracle": "Mr. Baker, thank you again for your gift."

The old fox raised his glass and smiled at him, "Neo, I treat you as a real junior. So you can just say anything, there is no need to be so polite."

"That's good..." Yuan Yan suddenly put down her wine glass and took out a cigar.

"Click!"

While fiddling with the cigar, he said casually: "Mr. Baker, I have a gift for return."

"Oh, what kind of gift is it?" the octogenarian also lit a light cigar and asked with interest.

Master Yuan raised his head and looked at Mr. George Baker with his "eyes of nothingness", looked at Mr. Louis Baker, and finally showed a meaningful smile to his nephew.

He coughed and cleared his throat, and said leisurely in the deep and thick baritone voice: "Gentlemen, seeing this piece of jewelry given by Mr. Baker reminds me of the stories of our ancient people of Seris..."

"More than two thousand years ago, our China was not a unified empire like now, but was like Europa's autonomy, princes and separatist rulers, and city-states, so it was called the "Warring States Period"..."

"Around the time of the first Punic War between the Romans and the Carthaginians (264 BC), a great merchant named Lu met a prince from the Western Qin State in the capital of a country called Zhao State. The prince was at that time who guaranteed peace to the two countries. However, because the relationship between the two countries was very tense, the Qin prince's life in Zhao State was not very pleasant..."

"After the businessman named Lu returned to China, he asked his father how many times the profit of farming was? His father replied, ten times."

"He asked again, how many times is the trafficking of jewelry? His father replied, a hundred times."

"He asked at the end, what about helping a prince get the throne? Mr. Lu replied..."

Master Yuan stopped and asked Mr. Louis Baker, "Louis, what do you think that old father would say?"

Mr. Baker wasn't stupid either, so he replied for granted: "I think he would say it's ten thousand times, or even countless."

“Bingo!”

"You are right." Yuan Yan nodded, "so he immediately set off for Zhao State, found a way to get to know the prince of Qin State, and sent him back to the country to help him ascend the throne. The merchant surnamed Lu also became the prime minister and noble of Qin State, and later..."

The outcome of the later ending is too unlucky, so I won’t talk about it. Anyway, these two foreigners don’t know and don’t need to know the ending of Lu Buwei.

"Gudong!"

Huang Zongyi understood better than Baker's grandson what the allusion his uncle said meant, so he was shocked and didn't hold it firmly, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.

Fortunately, there was a thick carpet in the smoking room, and the valuable crystal cup did not break, but made a muffled sound.

"Then..." Mr. Baker said slowly, "Neo, is the prince of Qin you are talking about yourself, or... this Mr. Huang."

"Hahaha..." Our Master Yuan laughed loudly when he heard this, "Mr. Baker, I really hope that I can be the prince of Qin. Unfortunately, I am not the son of our former president of China or a relative, and my family is even more ordinary..."

"The most important thing is that my motherland has a population of 40 million and tens of millions of square kilometers of land. I don't think I have the ability to become the master of China. But..."

He pointed to the dumbfounded young master Huang and said, "It's my nephew..."

When Huang Zongyi heard this, he was even more frightened and said, "Mr. Yuan...Uncle, I..."

"Sir, don't interrupt me!" Yuan Yan suddenly turned around and shouted in Chinese unhappily.

"Um……"

Mr. Huang, who is a few years younger than him, really dares not... Maybe he is unwilling to interrupt him deep in his heart.

How can a person, a man, a young man, and a young man of a very good background not have ambitions?

Master Yuan took advantage of this gap and turned his mind to the "Wall Street Miracle" and asked sincerely: "Mr. Baker, how are you doing in your retirement life?"

Mr. Baker said frankly: "It's okay, playing mahjong at home, listening to the radio, reading novels, and playing golf when you have the chance, it's a pleasure..."

Yuan Yan looked at the old man's eyes and continued to ask: "So don't you think there is something missing?"

Even if his "Eyes of Nothingness" are not activated, it is difficult for ordinary people to lie under his gaze.

"Well..." "Wall Street Miracle" hesitated, "To be honest, it's indeed a little boring than before..."

For some people, work is just a necessary means of making a living, but for others, work is a pleasure that can bring a sense of accomplishment and even the meaning of the existence of their own lives.

Maybe this is the difference between Winner and Luther.

"Yes, Mr. Baker."

Yuan Yan suddenly pointed to his head and said, "The aging rate of our human brain is much slower than that of our body..."

This is common sense for time travelers in later generations. Later studies have confirmed that brain cells will not decay due to age. Moreover, some parts of the brain can continue to grow. Humans can continuously improve the function and intelligence of the brain, even when they reach the age of seventy, eighty or even ninety.

He turned to a gentle tone and said, "Mr. Baker, I understand why you retired voluntarily not because you are not energetic, but to reassure your clients."

So for people like George Baker, even if it is not the meaning of his survival, it can be said to be a pleasure. However, at the age of eighty, it is a bit too old for any profession, including politicians.

If he was that kind of lifelong dictator, then everyone would be unable to do so. However, Mr. Baker, a financier in a free capitalist society, his age will affect the confidence of his clients and partners.

Therefore, when "Wall Street Miracle" heard this, his old face couldn't help but show a resentful expression on his heart.

"Mr. Baker, don't you want to do another big thing in the last ten... of those decades of your life?"

"..." Mr. Baker smoked the light cigar and said silently.

Our Master Yuan did not continue to say it, but turned to the "Crown of the Pope" and said, "Louis, do you still remember your ideal?"

“My ideal…”
To be continued...