Early the next morning, Zhu Wencong led his brothers to set up a stall at the entrance of the mint.

There is no difference between stocks and IOUs in this era. There is a saying in trading: natural selection, survival of the fittest.

If you bet correctly, you will receive high interest rates. If you bet loses, it is impossible to recover the principal.

As the descendants of immigrants, they often have a fearless spirit. After all, people in this place are really hungry.

"Not many people came to buy stocks, and the people who promised to buy stocks yesterday didn't come either.

Should we continue? They don't believe us at all, or they don't have much money..." Sun Ji came to Zhu Wencong's side.

"Why don't you go to work first?" Zhao Da didn't dare to give up this job. He would rather work for foreigners than one of his own people.

"Keep holding on! Although few people buy our stocks, we have already sold some of them.

I made two orders, and they each bought 10 shillings worth of shares, which is more than their salary!" Luo Chu rubbed his hands, feeling a little lucky.

Hu Zhongshun delivers meat buns to everyone and places an order himself, relying on his friendship.

Zhu Wencong told everyone to stay calm, selling this thing is like fishing, only those who are willing will take the bait.

"I just want to say that as long as you place more orders, you can earn a month's wages in one day.

If you insist on going to work in the mint, I won’t stop you. We will still be good brothers from now on.

As long as we can persist for seven days and the first batch of investors receive profit returns, our pressure will be reduced by most.

If we persist for a month, we don’t need to take the initiative to set up stalls to do business, customers will take the initiative to come to our door." Zhu Wencong described the blueprint for the future.

"Bah bang bang!" A Dutchman in a suit and leather shoes clapped his hands.

"Boss!" Luo Chu and others spoke in broken English.

When James came to Zhu Wencong, he had never seen such an outstanding employee with a very high level of speech.

Zhu Wencong and James looked at each other. Most of the ghost guys here in San Francisco can speak some Chinese, because this is the window to Eastern trade.

At present, the four major powers in the world are Britain, France, Russia and the Qing Dynasty, and the United States is still behind the Qing Dynasty. This is not a joke.

In order to compete with Britain and France for the Eastern market, the United States specially opened up the market of Japan Island and used ships and cannons to open their country.

The boss fights against the boss, and the younger brother confronts the younger brother, so America and Japan are of the same type.

"What's your name?" James asked directly.

"Zhu Wencong! Boss, do you want to know more about this stock?

One month later, 40% profit return, with a mountain of gold as collateral." Zhu Wencong pulled James aside.

James raised the temples of his glasses and stared at Zhu Wencong with an expression of disbelief.

Orientals have always made achievements in casinos. They have miraculous means to control the situation.

But when it comes to investment operations, Easterners have a blank slate and they never believe in pie-in-the-sky.

"40% profit? Impossible!" James shook his head vigorously. He had never seen such a profit return.

"A gold mine!" Zhu Wencong said with a smile.

James took a deep breath. Gold mining is not a wise choice unless there is a huge reserve.

"Come to the office with me!" James felt it was necessary to understand Zhu Wencong's channels. This is the most important thing.

Zhu Wencong patted the brothers on the shoulder and said if you want to make money, work hard to sell stocks. It will definitely change your life.

Like a certain movie, those junk stocks all rely on gold medal sales, otherwise there will be no high commissions.

"Coffee or tea?" James asked curiously.

"Coffee!" Zhu Wencong leaned on the soft sofa. He woke up early in the morning and had no energy at all.

These days, the Oriental tea in the United States is all aged tea, and it takes more than half a year to get from the Orient to the United States.

Those ghost guys don’t like to drink tea either, unless they have constipation, otherwise they have nothing to do with tea.

"Can I ask where the gold mine is?" James handed him a cup of coffee.

"Is this important? High-quality gold mines will still go bankrupt, and low-quality gold mines may become rich.

The price of gold depends on people's greed, and a huge war is currently breaking out on the East Coast.

The war determines the rise in gold prices. There is an old saying in the East: gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times.

You have absolutely no reason to reject this stock, not to mention that this stock only has a one-month term." Zhu Wencong spoke in English.

James thought quietly, shocked by Zhu Wencong's fluent speaking and his knowledge.

You must know that few people here know that a war broke out on the east coast, and the west coast can be said to be a picture of peaceful times.

To put it bluntly, the American Civil War was the earliest civil war in the thirteen states of North America, pitting capitalists against farmers.

"How did you know about the war between the North and the South?" James was very curious.

"Just because you have friends doesn't mean that I don't have friends, not to mention that we are both engaged in the gold and silver market.

The mint is constantly working overtime, which did not exist in the past, unless there was no money in the market.

War consumes not only population, but also huge amounts of money. Without money, no one is willing to sacrifice their lives." Zhu Wenchong said his reasoning.

James' eyes widened. He admired Zhu Wencong's vision and judgment more and more, which was too vicious.

At present, both the north and the south are very short of money. Agricultural countries do not have the finance of industrial countries, so they can only print money to do anything they want.

What is finance? Someone said it simply: without finance, there would be no railway.

"Can you guess which side I'm on?" James took a sip of coffee.

"The South!" Zhu Wenchong answered directly. In the early days of the Civil War, the South pressed the North to the ground and rubbed it.

The military academies of the United States were established in the South, and Washington, the earliest commander-in-chief of the armed forces, also belonged to the Southern faction.

From the founding of the People's Republic of China to the present, the southern faction has been an absolute presence in the court, and the accumulated foundation is far beyond what the northern faction can match.

"Are you considering becoming my deputy?" James asked in a firm tone.

Zhu Wencong shook his head. He really hoped that James would be his deputy, responsible for dealing with those foreigners.

James has a regretful expression on his face. Real talents often yearn for a free life.

"Alas! What a pity! Last question, which faction do you think will win the final victory?" James couldn't help but ask.

"This is not a fight between factions, but a choice for the future direction of a country.

We are not the decision-makers. The future direction is left to those elites, who will always stand up at critical moments.

Just like the group of people who stood up to hold the Continental Congress, there will always be someone who will save the United States in crisis." Zhu Wencong showed a mysterious smile.

"OMG! How do you know our history so well?" James was completely dumbfounded. Even Americans don't know much about the history of the United States.

"Is more than ninety years a long history? Our history spans five thousand years!" Zhu Wencong gave James a look.
Chapter completed!