Chapter 41 41. Ant Farm

Just after dawn, Miyaguchi Kenji came to find Oda Hideyoshi, just as Ding Shaomei ran out of the house in a hurry. "Good morning?" Kenji Miyaguchi was polite and thoughtful. "Good morning, what can I do for you?" "No, I have something to ask Mr. Oda Hideyoshi." This neighbor was indeed extraordinary.Getting the Japanese spy chief in North China to visit in person early in the morning further confirmed his idea that Mr. Oda is a big man. Oda Hideyoshi got up before dawn and played a few Baduanjin sessions in the courtyard. He felt that the light qi rose and the turbid qi fell.How can a cultural colony conquer its "suzerain"?This can only be cited as an example of Macedonia’s conquest of Greece two thousand years ago, but Macedonia is much stronger than Greece and has a larger population, while China is more than ten times larger than Japan, and its population is also more than ten times larger. How difficult it is!he thinks.

"Wednesday's meeting arranged?" Oda Hideyoshi asked. "It has been arranged. The only worry is Giggs' veto power." Kenji Miyaguchi never spoke out.Now he holds 4 votes firmly in his hands, and it should be no problem to vote on Wednesday to add Pie Shaomei as a member.Moreover, this matter was originally brought up by Giggs at the last meeting, and because of his objection, it was not voted on.The biggest problem with the whole thing is that you must not scare Giggs back because of the last failure. You can only stand out when you have to. Oda Hideyoshi scratched at the stubble of his newly grown white beard, and said, "This young man is quite capable, but intelligence is different from finance. Does he have the ability to control such a big situation?"

"We can control him, as long as the government agrees to my proposal." "what?" "Tokyo came to order again, urging me to get him to Tokyo. They were fascinated by his reputation as a magician, and they were very anxious." Miyaguchi Kenji said. "Tokyo is indeed a problem, but what's even more difficult is that this guy is not willing to be controlled and manipulated." "If that's the case, can we just follow Tokyo's idea and get rid of him if he doesn't cooperate?" "That's absolutely not possible." Oda Hideyoshi grinned. "Such a talent, such an opportunity, not to mention in China, is rare in the world. How to use him well, I have an idea, and Zhuangzi's "Nanhua Jing" can be used as a reference."

Miyaguchi Kenji listened quietly. "As for Giggs, let's do it according to your plan. I don't object anymore, but don't interfere with other things, especially the gold transaction." The teacher ordered. "Yes, everything is up to your arrangement." Miyaguchi Kenji replied. "By the way, another young woman lives in Ding Shaomei's house, the daughter of a smuggler." "Zuo Yinglong?" "Exactly, that girl's name is Wu Niu." "This kid is just making trouble for himself." For some reason, this news disturbed Oda Hideyoshi a little.

The trading hall of the gold market was originally a warehouse. Behind the Yokohama Specie Bank, it was tall and big, like a gymnasium, but the exposed vertical and horizontal beams on the ceiling exposed its original low-level status.But it was rarely mentioned among the trading crowd, who had no memory of the building's interior.Gold trading is like a gladiatorial fight, requiring all wisdom and energy. Ding Shaomei was surrounded by the crowd and boarded the high platform.This is a tradition in the gold market. Every officially approved member will hold a small ceremony when entering the venue for the first time - ringing the bell.He stood there, looking out, there were about seven or eight hundred people crowded in the entire trading hall, and the ones crowded in the front were some lively brokers from various countries, no matter from their clothes or appearance, he could always find them The characteristics of this nation are most easily recognized by white people from Britain, France, Germany, Italy, and the United States, and Russians, Greeks, and Jews are also easy to recognize. Even Koreans and Japanese who also wear suits have distinctive characteristics, which makes them uneasy. As for the confusion, this trading ground is the epitome of the city, and everyone magnifies their national pride in various ways to show it to the public.Of course, the Chinese are the most numerous. Their clothing is a mix of Chinese and Western, but each of them reveals great spiritual strength.Under the Japanese occupation, earning money is also anti-Japanese. This strange concept is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, which made him feel a lot of emotion.

The chairman of the management committee brought over a tattered dog fur hat on a silver tray, the kind of dirty stuff that only beggars would wear on their heads. The chairman said loudly: "May you show the benevolence bestowed by God, love your friends, and love your opponents even more; don't let wealth poison your heart, and don't let failure destroy your compassion, no matter what the future is, You will always be a rational primate..." The hat was on his head, and the two bare ears drooped down to his ears.It must be ridiculous to die like this, but no one laughed, but their expressions were full of solemnity.

The chairman stared at the pocket watch in his hand, counting bit by bit with white hair, and suddenly said: "Please ring the bell to start the transaction." Ding Shaomei pulled the bell rope, and there was a thud, her voice was dull and hoarse.This is the kind of "driving bell" that hangs on a freight wagon.In this place where wealth gathers, such a strange set of rituals is adopted, which moved him a lot. As the bell rang, the crowd below moved like an ant nest soaked in water. Dozens of blackboards on the wall were crowded with people. Above the head, the body twisted like a water snake, passing through the crowd, but it could not hinder any manager.The broker who sells goods stands in front of the blackboard and constantly writes down the quantity he wants to sell according to the latest price. Every time a business is closed, the number on the blackboard will change. Come on, shuttle back and forth between the settlement desk and the broker.As for the buying agents, apart from crowding around the blackboard, there are also a large number of people running back and forth between the telephone room and the blackboard. It is really interesting to see fat Greeks and bear-like clumsy Russians trotting all the way.

This is the most real life, and this is also a real drama. Although the repertoire is the same every day, the plots are quite different. Even Shakespeare, a genius, cannot continue to write such a series of plays.While Ding Shaomei was feeling emotional, he found Bao Youxian sitting far away in the box, which was the box of their Washington Investment Company.In this market, any large investor must handle business in a box, and then the broker will come forward to conduct the transaction, so that the transaction can be made more open, so that all investors and brokers know which company is at the moment become the market leader.In order to maintain justice, this is a simple and clear method.

The bell rang for the end of the transaction, and the rhythm of the venue suddenly eased, as if a pot of boiling soup had been removed from the fire. Only some order runners were still busy with the final delivery, just like sparse blisters after a ceasefire. Outside the trading venue, cars, horse-drawn carriages, and rickshaws mingled together, retreating as if fleeing for their lives.This is an unusual morning, and the high mental tension needs to be nourished by exquisite food. In a short while, these cars will stop in front of restaurants of all sizes in the concession.The difference is that all the people who appeared on the stage still had the extremely excited expression on their faces—the settlement was changed to Union Bank Notes, which caused the price of gold to soar; Gold banks did not sell goods to level the market.

Bao Youxian sent him to the corner of the street, tried his best to suppress his excited expression, and said secretly with his mouth crooked: "Today's transaction volume broke the historical record, and everyone is covering their positions, trying to catch up with this big market." All this was planned as early as possible. "How much did we sell?" Ding Shaomei cared about the facts. "1,350 pieces, with an average price of 229 yuan per ounce. If we slow down the shipment in the afternoon, the price will skyrocket." "Continue to sell goods in the afternoon and keep the price below 250 yuan."

"In this way, our family may be the only one selling goods in the afternoon." Bao Youxian was heartbroken. "You allocate the quota to the brokers at noon, and they will split up in the afternoon." "But this is against the rules of the trading market!" "This is war, not pushing Pai Gow. I don't care about the rules." Ding Shaomei remained expressionless.