Chapter 653? Great Times (please book, vote)

The bronze bell of the Shanghai Stock Exchange pointed to twelve noon, and the light of the gas lamp hanging from the dome was projected on Rothschild's sweat-wet forehead.

The Jewish banker's knuckles on the gilded pocket watch were white, and the dial glass reflected the terrifying numbers on the blackboard. The silk, flour, rice, and gold...:::.The prices of these commodities and precious metals listed on the Shanghai Stock Exchange are currently stable, but the number of unregistered contracts looks very scary!

There is a margin behind each contract, and if added together, it is astronomical funds. Moreover, these futures contracts are not "limited liability", nor are they falling into the margin after compensation. Once the position cannot be closed in time (in a one-sided market, there may be a one-sided and unblocked situation), the exchange will chase the account from the holders of the warehouse receipt.

As for the number of warehouse receipts Nathaniel Rothschild has in his hands, if the warehouse is really broken, it may even be bankrupt. Although the Austrian Empire will definitely help the Vienna bank to default on the debt, the dignified Rothschild family was turned into a deadbeat by him. How could he survive in the European financial circle in the future?

In addition, the money Nathaniel brought to China this time was not all from the Rothschild family! There were also the Habsburg dynasty and some other German feudal dynasties that had money here...:::. How can I explain it if I lose all of it?

"Ding...:..." The sound of the bells in the city tore the solidified air. Rothschild mechanically turned his neck and saw the small silver cane "duck" falling on the teak floor. The opium dealer slumped in a mahogany chair, with golden glasses hanging in a crooked manner.

The pupils behind the lens shrink to the size of a needle tip: "Nataniel...:::.Did we bet too big?"

Nathaniel Rothschild turned his head and looked at the two annoying Americans in the trading seat of Citigroup. If it weren't for them, they kept adding long positions on raw silk, short positions on flour, rice, and gold, Nathaniel,

Chaton, Van Deville and others will not keep increasing their positions. If they do not increase their positions, the transaction price of futures contracts will change in a direction that is not conducive to them.

But Lehman and Morgan didn't know where the money came from? No matter how Nathaniel, Diandi, Chaton, Van Deville and others increased their positions, the two of them could always follow up...:::. The result was that the unsettled contracts were astonishingly large.

At this time, Nathaniel, Celton, Van Deville knew that the situation was a little wrong... ::.. But they were also trapped in it. Futures contracts do not mean closing the position. If no one takes over, it will cause stampedeship. If you kill too much, kill too much, kill too little. They can't afford to lose at all.

So holding on is the only choice!

"Gentlemen!" Morgan's deliberately long American accent pierced the silence. The Citigroup manager leaned beside the seat of Citigroup, waving the futures contract documents he had just obtained: "Raw 85, how much does it cost. Gold, flour, rice... I have it! Some are!"

Rothschild's back teeth were chewing. He could clearly hear the sound of blood vessels pulsating in his temples, just like the steel cable of the Manchester Port steam crane was twisting in his ears. He turned his head stiffly and looked at Van Deville of the Dutch East India Bank. The Dutchman's face looked ugly and he kept smoking.

"Mr. Deville...is there any news?" Rothschild asked in a low voice.

Of course he asked about the news about the Dutch East India fleet. The bottom of finance is military! And the Dutch navy in the Dutch East India is the guaranteed force on Rothschild!

As long as the Dutch East India fleet has the strength to block the South Ocean waterways and can prevent China's silk exports and grain imports, Luo Yaoguo would not dare to let Rothschild lose.

"No news," Van Deville shook his head and squeezed out a little smile. "No news is good news."

"I hope...::::" Rothschild muttered, then walked towards the gate of the Shanghai Stock Exchange with his cane and dragged his tired steps.

"Here! Here... they are here!"

Maria's scream suddenly sounded in the large office on the top floor of the HSBC Bank building. Luo Yaoguo, who was sitting behind the desk, was restless looking at a top-secret military newspaper just sent by the Admiralty, looked up and saw Maria sticking out almost half of her body out of the arch window on the top floor of the bank.

"Here is here! Our warriors are here!" Maria pointed her finger at the surface of the Huangpu River, and her blue eyes were shining with tears. Six scarred "Shanghai-class" cruisers split the turbid river water, dragged the rolling black smoke, hung the red flag of the winner, and slowly drove towards the most prosperous place on the beach.

Luo Yaoguo had already stood at the window, and his telescope camera followed the red flag roaring on the comb pole. When the bombed bridge of the fourth warship appeared in his sight, the Prime Minister of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, who was born with a pair of iron and stone hearts, also felt that his eyes were a little wet.

The winter wind blew across the dock next to the Bund. Rothschild knelt and squeezed through the noisy crowd. Van Deville was squeezed and a crocodile leather shoe was still unaware. Chaton's silk top hat was swept onto the bluestone pavement by the river wind, while Charles was supported by two compradors.

Six "Shanghai-class" steam cruisers with red flags and proud sailors standing on the deck, and forty-eight American sailboats of all sizes following them were almost their death sentence!

"This, how is this possible?" Van Deville asked loudly.

"No, no, no..." Chaton almost went crazy.

Charles couldn't even say anything terrified.

"Hurry, go and ask someone." Nathaniel Rothschild ordered a senior employee of the Vienna Bank in a trembling voice.

"Mr. Rothschild!" A bearded American captain walked down the "Mississippi Beauty" springboard.

He was brought to Rothschild by the senior staff member of the Vienna Bank: "I am James Horner, the captain of the American Sanyo Shipping Company. This time our company transported 60,000 tons of North American flour. Of course, there were some Indian specialties. It was brought by His Highness, the battle angel of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, who asked us to bring...:::. His army recovered Delhi for the British heroine a few months ago. I heard that he had grabbed a lot of gold!"

The Jewish banker's Adam's apple rolled violently: "Did the Taiping Heavenly Navy have the Dutch Navy?":::

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"You ask about the battle of the Sunda Strait?" Horner took out a silver-plated wine pot and sipped whiskey, "It was obvious that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom won! Six of their eight steam cruisers came back, which is God's blessing!

The Dutch were in trouble. The Netherlands was bombarded in two dozen nautical miles north of the Sunda Strait. The Seven Provinces were completely burned down, and several small steam gunboats were sunk...::.

"As for the sailing warships? Ha! Eleven or two lost...:

The ‘Java’ and ‘Batavia’ are gone! Of course, this is what I heard from the British in the port of Malacca. The British initially said that the Strait of Malacca was blocked by the Dutch and we were not allowed to pass. A few days later, news of the defeat of the Dutch East India fleet came, and then the six Taiping Heavenly Kingdom cruisers arrived outside the port of Malacca!”

"Pu" sound!

Nathaniel Rothschild looked back and saw Van Deville of the Netherlands East India Bank had already fallen to the ground.

No more people.

When the bell rings at the opening of the market in the afternoon, Rothschild only feels that he is his death knell. The numbers written in chalk on the blackboard began to twitch like a spasm:

"Raw silk" 87-95-111; "Gold" 18 taels-16 taels-14 taels; "Gangnan Manufacturing Bureau" 35

48-66....

"Close the position! Close the position! Quick..." The Jewish banker has no choice but to admit the loss and get out... And now, it is impossible for him to easily close the positions in his hands that are betting in the wrong direction.

Boxes of pound banknotes were carried into the transaction from the Vienna Bank's vault, sent to the exchange's funds, and then turned into margin, which then evaporated like snow water poured into a furnace.

"Explode...\n.\n.\n.The position is breached...\n..\n.\n." A Vienna bank senior class sat on the cold floor tiles of the exchange, and the gold wire glasses were cracked into a spider web. "All warehouse receipts were forced to level, and they could not be flattened... The final loss... I'm afraid it will exceed the five million list...\n. It's over, what should I do now...

"Puff!!"

Two muffled sounds suddenly came from outside the exchange. Rothschild rushed to the arch window and saw the crocodile leather shoes lying alone in a pool of blood. Then Chaton's silk top hat fell from the fifth floor, covering the pale face of the house like a withered autumn leaves. ::::.These two big opium dealers obviously could not accept the fate of losing their wealth, so they jumped down from the top floor of the Shanghai Stock Exchange!

"Sir, sir, Bank of Vienna...\n.\n:.\n:" Another big crew member of the Bank of Vienna rushed in like a flying job, and the opening was a huge bad news, "The bank was run!"

At midnight, the top floor of the Vienna Bank, which had been sealed by the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom’s Ministry of Revenue stationed in Shanghai. Nathaniel Rothschild stepped on the Baroque guardrail, and his pocket watch chain swayed thirty feet above the sky. Below was the Bund Street with gas street lights on.

"The mystery of salvation by faith is not in gems, but in pottery."

Maria's voice suddenly came from behind the Jewish banker, and then her hand with silk gloves gently put it on his shoulder.

Nathaniel Rothschild turned his head and saw Luo Yaoguo and Maria standing side by side behind him in a woolen coat.
Chapter completed!