C2785 Nathan Rothschild

Tonight, London and the Amsterdam were fated to become a city that never sleeps. Some cried, some laughed, some lived.

"Cheers!" Thank you for this war and praise it! Thank you for this rare opportunity! Boss... For all the guests today, a glass of whisky for each of you, I will treat you all! "

"Old Jack, well done …" People applauded, "How much did you make this time? A thousand pounds or two thousand? "

"Ha ha-ha, God bless me, I've earned three thousand pounds from this war. I knew the French navy would move out, I already sold all my chips three days ago, ha-ha ha …"

"Just you wait, Prussia will definitely get revenge. I'll wait for a few more days, I believe I still have a chance to find out more about this …"

Drinking cups after cups of wine, people began to exchange their successful investment experience. These gamblers who escaped from the top were all laughing like blossoming flowers.

"Look …" Another person from tower bridge jumped down! Damn it, his greed has caused him to suffer, she must have not been able to sell it out when it collapsed! "

"That's right, he should have thought that once the avalanche appears, the sales order would rush in like crazy. The price is lower than others, if the price is not lower than others, how could it be sold?"

"Don't pity these people, they are all greedy ghosts, they aren't worth pity …" Let's continue drinking! "

In the financial turmoil, there were only a few lucky ones. Most of them had lost everything and the ones who committed suicide were gamblers who were heavily in debt. They no longer had any hope.

However, most of the Investor s had lost their capital. They had not yet reached the point of death, so they could only droop their heads and flee from these lively bars and restaurants. They could only swallow their own bitter water!

But today, Fate was clearly playing a big joke on everyone. These so-called 'success parties' were interrupted by a shocking piece of news at 7 o'clock in the evening.

After half a day of hard work, the Duke of Newcastle finally found the telegraph at six o'clock and sent the news back to London.

As the war had destroyed the telegraph network channels surrounding the battlefield, even Xiang Ying and the rest were unable to send the news out. Duke and Xiang Ying had almost sent out their telegram back and forth, and Holland and London had received the explosive news at the same time.

Just as Fang Guan was missing Cai Bixia and those old friends of hers from the Zhiyuan Warship, her loyal swallow had rushed in!

"Miss … Miss … Something big had happened... There's a telegram! "

"Speak properly! What's going on? "

"The Zhiyuan Warship has sent a telegram. We have achieved complete victory in the sea battle! "

Ah … Fang Guan suddenly stood up, and his body knocked against the table, "What nonsense are you spouting? This... How is that possible? "

"Take a look for yourself …"

Fang Guan looked at the urgent telegram Xiang Ying sent him.

"He actually won?" Inconceivable! The ancestors had a spirit, yet they really did win … They're still alive, they're still alive... Capturing twenty thousand France's troops and defeating the entire France's fleet, how did he do that? "

"The Zhiyuan Warship is riddled with scars? Hahaha … It doesn't matter anymore, Xiang Ying, do you know that you have earned at least 10 ships for the Navy?

"Send my orders, buy the best wine in the city, and send horses to Wilhelm Port! To celebrate for our hero! "

"AHH!" AHH … Fang Guan screamed and excitedly started dancing on the wooden floor. She waved his hands extremely quickly and used all his strength to express his excitement!

"AHH!" Great, great! "Cheers! I will allow you to drink to your heart's content tonight!"

This change was too dramatic. As Fang Guan was celebrating, the big figures in the capital were all completely dumbfounded. Downing Street's's Gladstone was completely stunned, the page in front of him had a thin electric newspaper, it made him feel as if there was a ghost.

"Is the duke mad? Is he making fun of me on April Fool's Day? How could he possibly win? This doesn't conform with science … "

"Damn it, get the navy to dispatch the fastest communication ships, immediately head to the battlefield to investigate and contact the convoy immediately …" Let all our spies in Prussia work together, and I want to know the truth! "

The Bank of England was currently in a state of dismal, all the Bankers and capitalists who were still complacent during the day had ashen faces!

He had made a complete one hundred and eighty degree reversal!

The Duke's detailed report made them chill through their bones, and the floor was littered with glass shards from bottles smashed by people who had lost control of their emotions.

The wine, which was worth more than 200 pounds, became a pile of garbage. However, after it was vented, everyone present lowered their heads like a pestilential chicken.

"How can this be? How could a battle end up like this? Are all the French pigs? "How did he lose just like that …"

"Don't ask me, I don't understand military, but I know that the Duke won't lie to us … "I've said it before, this war is a sure win for Prussia. We don't need to take the risk and play the game. As long as we have the courage, we will definitely win!"

"No one listens to me, no one listens to me …"

"Bullshit!" "When have you ever said these words? When you were selling your seat today, you threw away more than anyone else!"

Everyone was in a bad mood after losing money. Just as they were about to start an argument, a cold voice rang out at the door: "Gentlemen!" Are you going to argue about tens of millions of pounds? "Could it be that the Paragons of the World Financial Center only have this much in their hearts?"

Hearing the voice, everyone subconsciously stood up. They respectfully faced the white-haired old man who walked in and deeply bowed.

"Mr. Rothschild, why have you come …"

The person who had just arrived was one of the top financial crocodiles in Europe, the head of the Rothschild family's assets in the United Kingdom, Nathan. Rothschild!

To the financiers of this era, this old man was a legend. He helped the British Government to obtain a large amount of shares through a series of complicated capital operations.

According to this old man's plans, France would sooner or later be expelled from the Suez Canal, or at the very least be reduced to being the second largest shareholder. The flow of money behind this canal was completely under his control.

The invisible king of the financial empire, the price setter of the royal family of Europe, before the rise of the US chauffeur, this family's control over international financial markets was truly terrifying!