A young Chinese man next to him shook his head and said, "Things are not that simple. Although Young Master Long is at a disadvantage now, his gunboat and army strength are still there. He can't do anything to him just by blockade of the navy! Besides, isn't there any evidence? In my opinion, the excuse for the disappearance of the five warships must have been fabricated, so most of the evidence cannot be produced!"

The first Chinese retorted dissatisfiedly: "The evidence can also be fabricated! Besides, did you not hear clearly just now? The one who blocked the harbor was a battleship! There were a total of six armored battleships! Do you think his small broken ships can be resisted? Father, I think it's time to draw a clear line with him so that we won't be implicated by him!"

The old man pondered for a while, and snorted: "It's too chaotic here. Let's go back and we will see the final decision tomorrow! I warn you that no one is allowed to make a fuss about me before the matter is finalized, otherwise I will build a coffin for him..."

Not to mention how much thoughts and reefs are contained in the flow of people outside the warehouse, our t.k Morgan finally got the opportunity and successfully joined Long Hao.

Speaking of which, Mr. Morgan came a little later, and was stopped outside the warehouse by the Dragon Scale Army, who was disapproved by his relatives. After waiting for more than two hours, he was extremely anxious!

When Long Hao saw T.K Morgan, he smiled and said nothing more, but instead called him into the carriage and went to the place where he lived first.

Long Hao chose not to be in the pier, nor in the city, but to be in the stone city where the port was anchored.

This choice was a bit beyond Krim's expectations. He didn't have the courage to board the Town Stone Crew full of Dragon Scale Navy alone. He thought about it and decided to follow Old Stevenson, leaving only three accompanying naval sailors squatting next to the Town Stone Crew. He closely monitored Long Hao in case he took the opportunity to escape.

In the cabin, Long Hao washed off the makeup on his face under the service of two little girls and smiled: "Morgan, what do you think?"

During the makeup removal process just now, Long Hao had already briefly told Morgan what happened just now. He heard that the Morgan family's controller in the Western Affairs Office was full of excitement.

t.k Morgan's pupils were bright and he said, "It's so good, so wonderful. I can imagine that the wonderful wave of decline will be on the opening tomorrow morning! Also, I closed my eyes and seemed to see John's dead face, hahahaha!"

The news that Long Hao told me is a very perfect and favorable boost for T.K. Morgan or the stock market where he is fighting with JP. Morgan!

The Earl of North Sea was confined to San Francisco!

The Earl of North Sea is suspected of being related to the bizarre disappearance of five US ships!

Earl of North Sea's industry in San Francisco may be bombarded by US Navy battleships at any time!

No matter which of the above news, it can make the stock price of the Earl sector fall rapidly!

If so many factors are concentrated and explode, then there are two words waiting for the Earl's section - collapse!!!

Long Hao smiled and said, "It's rare that I swallowed my anger so much. Is it not normal for me to perform a good show and change it to a stock that fell? Especially the stocks that are falling are still my own stocks, I have to say. I'm so kind! Haha!"

"hey-hey!"

t.k Morgan was in a good mood and laughed a few times with Long Hao: "Young Master, this time of decline is really good. I will sell a large number of Earl sector stocks before the closing today. Now, the positions we hold are around 20%, and the other 80% are held in the hand by JP. Morgan's conceited old man! It's midnight now, and the news has been sent back to New York. I believe that the market will open tomorrow morning. They don't even have the chance to escape!"

"No, who would have thought that in the afternoon I was still full of energy, showing gold bricks and displaying submarines. In just a few hours, my life was threatened!" Long Hao blinked and spread his hands jokingly, saying that things in the world changed too quickly and others were in trouble, but he couldn't stop him.

Sigh!

"Young Master!"

t.k Morgan flattered in bad Chinese and said with a smile: "The young master asked me to lay a number of telegram and telephone lines for San Francisco that were connected to major eastern cities such as New York and Washington. I don't understand it yet. Now I know it. This is to make the news faster and make the stock price change there more sensitively! Hahaha, through this time, I t.k has learned from the young master again, and can use news to influence the stock market and use public opinion to create stock price burrs. The young master's innovation is no less than the Rothschild family who made a fortune in the Waterloo War!"

That’s right, like the telegraph and telephone lines at the San Francisco Trading Port, the communication lines at the San Francisco Exchange... they were all built by Long Hao at all costs. Since the popularity of telephones is not high, it took hundreds of thousands of dollars to build these lines alone. In the eyes of T.K Morgan at that time, it was definitely a huge investment that only a lunatic would make!

But now?t.k Morgan admires this "crazy man" so much that he is overwhelmed!

Morgan, who can win the cunning jp. Morgan, t.k, just think about it, and feels excited. He is like driving a wild horse and flying across a cliff. Tens of thousands of pores on his body are spraying out with a "sweet" air!

"Don't be too proud, Mr. Morgan, you go back early to rest and accumulate energy... Tomorrow, even in the next few days, I need you to keep an eye on the market and take advantage of this great opportunity to slash the Morgan family well!"

Long Hao smiled gently, but the sharpness in his eyes almost scratched T.k Morgan: "I will give you instructions at any time. Remember, the decline of the Earl sector is just a short-term behavior. In the end, our goal is to make this sector rise for a long time! No matter what, this is our own stock. If it is suppressed into junk stocks and no one cares about it, we will lose more than we can get!"

“That’s natural…”

t.k Morgan smiled knowingly: "Young Master has done so much preparation. If I can't collect the corpse for JP. Morgan, then I don't deserve to be his opponent! Hehe, Master Long, don't worry, I guess tomorrow...ah, it will be open this morning. At most 15 minutes, the cost of these laid lines can be recovered!"

Long Hao smiled and waved his hand to let T.k Morgan leave.

Laying telegraph lines is of course not only to convey information that can affect the stock market. The reason why Long Hao invited so many reporters is not only to let them report the actual situation of salvaging the wrecked ships. It is also to let them witness Benson's huge fleet and hear Krem admitting that the six gunboats they drove were... armored battleships! At this moment, the US Navy is absolutely, no, exist, battleships!!

People in San Francisco may be short-sighted, but as long as the news comes back to Washington and New York, those members of Congress and military officials will be covered in conspiracy!

You know, the Republican Party represented by the current President Harrison is hated by the Republican Party, but the Democratic Party has many supporters! As for the consortium, Morgan and other super consortiums that regard themselves as thorns in their eyes are afraid that they will be blown away by the upcoming stock market storm. Where can I have time to wipe the butt of Colonel Benson of the Navy?

That night, Long Hao and Stevenson, worked together to perform such a drama that was not exciting, but had a absolute effect.

Now, it’s those “East Border People” who are watching the show have a headache!

Washington, White House, late at night.

It may be the first time President Harrison hated telegrams and phone calls. This communication method, which is much faster than a train, not only ruined his sleep, but also ruined the good mood he accumulated during the day.

What!?

When the staff member put a telegram in front of him, Harrison only glanced and swept away the cup that had just added the coffee beans: What, naval battleships blocked the San Francisco harbor! Paralyzed. Who is so bold? I, the president, don't know about such a major event! Paralyzed, what else do you want? I'm so angry now. Before I step down, a group of monsters and monsters started to make trouble for me? Where is the Secretary of Defense? Go and call him from the mistress's quilt. I want to ask him, is he going to launch a military coup or to incite a second federal division?

"Call me the Secretary of Defense, the Director of the White House Office, and the Director of the Special Operations Office... and I will let him lay off immediately if anyone is less than 10 minutes!"

The line of words on the telegram's head was so dazzling that Harrison almost blinded his krypton-gold dog eyes: his navy blocked the harbor of his city... This is a stupid thing that only a navy commander could do!

After getting angry, Harrison thought sadly: Maybe there is no need to prepare for re-election. Once this scandal comes out, it would be great if I can retire safely...

In the early morning of the 25th, a light was like a bean.

The most powerful group of people in the White House gathered together to start discussing the emergency.

During this process, information that occurred in the large San Francisco warehouse continued to be transmitted through telegrams. However, whether it was Long Hao suspected of causing the disappearance of five US ships or Long Hao agreed to stay in San Francisco for investigation, these... could not erase the scandal of the US Navy blocking its own harbour.

Harrison angrily scolded the Secretary of Defense: "When did our country's navy become so powerful? Six battleships, hehe, who can tell me? Who allocated the budget to build six armored battleships on the west coast of the United States, ah!?"

The Minister of Defense lowered his head, like a primary school student who had not handed in his homework: "President, I will definitely investigate thoroughly..."

Harrison cursed and spilled all the telegrams on the Secretary of Defense: "Contact the Navy Commander to me, I want to find out whether that guy named Benson belongs to the Federation? If it belongs, who Takuma contacts me and asks him, the butt-selling guy, to evacuate me from the harbor in San Francisco overnight!"

The Secretary of Defense twisted the corner of his clothes and said angrily: "I'm afraid it won't be possible. President, Benson's fleet is now on the sea. It's no longer effective to contact the naval base in Seattle, unless..."

"Unless what?" the president glared.

"Unless it is borrowed this telegram line and people from San Francisco will inform Benson, it is the White House order that he will evacuate San Francisco unconditionally!" The Secretary of Defense swallowed and suggested with difficulty.

"This is still like a human word!"

Harrison nodded and said, "Just do it like this. I passed my special presidential order and immediately ordered that damn Benson to evacuate San Francisco. How far it is to die, it would be best if it was blown away by a hurricane in the Pacific! Six battleships, he really dares to drive!"

In the middle of the night, the president was so angry that he was extremely out of his way. However, Harrison's most confidant circle of people present, they didn't care, but... the intelligence officer wiped his sweat: "Report, report to the president, this telegram line only enters and does not leave. We can receive a telegram from San Francisco, but it is passed. No one on the other side will receive it!"

"ah?"

President Harrison didn't know how to use the high technology of telegraph, but he still cursed: "Idiot, if this line doesn't work, please change me a good line! If the telegraph doesn't work, change me a phone number! Mom, when I updated the phone number to the White House, you allocated budgets one by one, and now don't tell me, you will not be able to contact San Francisco at the critical moment!"

The President got angry, and it was the rhythm of catching whoever biting whoever he had. The staff immediately did not dare to say anything, and regardless of whether they were professional or not, they all went to trick in the new phones and telegraph machines produced by Edison.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard these senior staff members earning over 10,000 US dollars per year work, San Francisco seems to have become a black hole for telegraphs and phone calls since 0:00 on May 24. No one answered the telegraph from the city government, and no one listened to the phone ringing in the city government. It seemed that the entire city government had become an empty city.

In fact, during this period, the municipal government has no one except the on-duty staff. At this moment, the on-duty staff also covered their ears with US dollars, shook their heads and shouted: "I can't hear, I can't hear. I can't hear bad ears..."

The White House in Washington was in chaos, and JP. Morgan was not feeling well either. Because he was in Chicago, he received the news two and a half hours later than Harrison!

At this time, JP. Morgan, who was sleeping less and younger, just woke up. He was looking forward to the destined stock market surge today. He was in a state of great pleasure. He made an exception and touched the middle-aged fat aunt who was guarding the door.

The aunt's waist was like a thick bucket, her face was like a steamed bun, her eyes, eyebrows, nose and eyes, but JP. Morgan felt relish, as if showing God his unique taste.

Yes, jp. Morgan’s life relied on his unique vision and different tastes from others, and he worked hard to build a huge Morgan financial empire.

"Master Morgan, do you want to reach in and touch..."

The fat aunt opened the corners of her eyes like an earthworm and said coquettishly with the sound of swelling, but at this time, the door was slammed with a slight slap.

"who?"

jp.Morgan asked calmly with his hands withdrawn from the fat aunt's body.

There is anger in peace...

What could happen so early?

Don’t you know this is my happy hour? I’ll send you all to the bitter and cold Alaska to mine!

"Mr. Morgan, intelligence from New York, level a+++!"

The level of family information was formulated by JP. Morgan himself. When he heard three+, Morgan immediately lost his composure. The consequence of the composure was that the fat aunt who stood up lazy and acted cute was kicked off the balcony and rolled to an unknown corner.

After showing off his feet, Morgan opened the door hard, read the information sent by his subordinates, and with a slap, he leaned against the door panel, his legs became weak and almost slipped to the ground.

The Earl of North Sea was imprisoned in San Francisco?!

The US Navy claims to bombard San Francisco seaport and destroy all industries under the Earl!?

"What's going on?"

jp. Morgan finally stood up straight, grabbed his subordinates who came to report the news, and yelled with gritted teeth: "Why don't I know? Only a few hours have passed? Why did the damn US Navy block the San Francisco seaport? Did they take the wrong medicine? Such a big thing, even if the US president doesn't know, I should know!"

The subordinate swallowed and said, "That's what happened after the closing last night. The navy claimed to have come secretly from the Seattle Naval Base to investigate the disappearance of five destroyers! This incident happened too suddenly. As far as we know, the President was not aware of it at all!"

"Is it enough to say ignorant?"

jp. Morgan wiped his face and tried his best to calm down, and ordered: "Call everyone to the trading room to gather. As soon as the market opens in the morning, I will sell all the Earl sector stocks! Taking advantage of this matter, we must take the lead, cut positions, and reduce losses..."

What a jp. Morgan, who is worthy of being a financial tycoon who has been wandering all his life, clearly judged the outcome of the Earl's sector's about to collapse in less than half a minute. It's a pity that he lost to time this time!

"Mor, Mr. Morgan, things may not be as optimistic as you think!"

The subordinate sweated and said with a thorny forehead: "This incident happened in the early morning and was sent back by reporters stationed in San Francisco from at least five newspapers overnight. The news we obtained was told by the editor-in-chief of the New York Times. Now, the morning newspapers in New York are probably being released in advance. I think not only New York, but also Philadelphia, Boston and other big cities have known about the incident of the Count of North Sea being 'banned'..."

With a 'clang', jp. Morgan's head swelled and he was unconscious under the door.
Chapter completed!