Chapter Twelve Expectations
April 1st is April Fool's Day.
This festival emerged in Europe, but it was the Americans who really brought it up, and their jokes were often too much in the early days.
Of course, no one dared to make any jokes in front of Mr. Hunterlaer and Old Rockefeller.
So at the moment when the two made an appointment to meet, they also issued an order to their subordinates: send a telegram of condolences to John Pierpont Morgan's family to mourn the death of a generation of financial giants. More than 3,000 telegrams were sent with them, including the President of the United States, the Pope of the Vatican and the monarchs of Europe.
Just yesterday, Morgan died.
"I really didn't expect it."
Speaking of his old opponent, Old Rockefeller shook his head with emotion and said, "That little property is not even enough to make Morgan call him a rich man!"
"Haha, his interest may never have been making money for himself."
Shrugging, John replied with a smile.
A personal wealth of 60 million US dollars is really not rich for John, Rockefeller, or Carnegie, etc., but who dares to deny Morgan's huge power? He controls the largest consortium in the United States, and in the US financial market and even the world's financial markets, who dares to underestimate his wealth because of his small wealth?
As two giants tied with Morgan, John and Rockefeller sighed at each other.
John is not old, but Rockefeller is already in his seventies, so he naturally has many sighs about Morgan's death. This sigh lasted half an hour before the two got to the topic of the talks.
"So... are you serious?"
Looking at John with a calm face, Old Rockefeller couldn't help but tremble a few times, and said in a deep voice: "The Russians and the Japanese are not worth worrying about, but Britain, France and Germany are not easy to mess with... Are you sure you want to interfere in their dealings with the Far East government?"
"Haha, why not?"
Gently putting down the cup in his hand, John said calmly: "If you have money, you can win their favor, and you can get enough benefits in various fields such as arms, commerce and industry... Why can't you do such a good thing?"
"oh?"
Looking at John's calm look, Rockefeller suddenly felt a little funny.
But before Rockefeller could say something, John narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "Sir, I understand what you are scrupulous, but don't tell me you can't see the smell of Mars between the two European military groups!"
As soon as the old Rockefeller stopped, he immediately shook his head and laughed: "Of course, I can see it, but what does that matter? In any case, these three countries are too powerful, just like the British suffered such a big loss in Africa, and in the end they are not the world overlords? They are not something that our two consortiums can compete with... I have to say that your decision is really too rash."
"hehe."
With a smile, John once again picked up the cup on the table and whispered: "It's just that your judgment is based on one foundation, that is, what will happen in the future is only a partial, or a brief war! But if... I mean, if, this war will sweep across Europe and last for several years? Do we still need to be afraid of them?"
"Haha, how is that possible!"
After hearing John's words, Old Rockefeller suddenly burst into laughter.
After taking a sip of coffee, John's face calmed down.
After a while, Old Rockefeller's laughter gradually stopped, and the expression on his face gradually became astonished, and he said in a daze: "Are you serious? What your consortium has done in the past two years... is it for this war?"
"No, no, how is this possible!"
Before John could answer his question, Old Rockefeller shook his head and laughed: "If you weren't crazy, then I must be crazy..."
"Haha, it doesn't matter who is crazy."
Still calm, John said with a smile: "This is just my personal judgment, but I am willing to gamble..."
At this time, John did not intend to continue to cover up in front of Rockefeller.
Or there is no need to cover up. First, the main business of the Rockefeller consortium is concentrated on oil, and there is no conflict between us. Second, even if we understand his plans, what if we understand it? I am afraid that most people will regard him as a fool. Even if a small number of people realize it, they will not have such great courage to do this like him and risk heavy losses!
Besides, there is not much time left.
If World War I is compared to a huge market, then he is definitely not something that the Hunteral consortium can make up for. John does not object to others participating. And now the Hunteral consortium has made sufficient preparations. Even if other consortiums really react, what can it be? The opportunity has been lost, not to mention that John has prepared so many good things...
...
After leaving Old Rockefeller's mansion, John's face was always full of smiles.
Old Rockefeller didn't care if he didn't believe him. What John cares was that he was willing to say hello to Citibank and stood with the Hunteral Consortium on this matter. And more importantly, Old Rockefeller, like another world, had a huge interest in establishing a medical school in China!
Without hesitation, John recommended Beijing.
John doesn't want to lose it because of his time travel. If nothing unexpected happens, the old Rockefeller's foundation will probably invest in Concorde in Beijing, and then invest the largest single funding fund in the foundation in its history, tens of millions of dollars in investment over 40 years, an average of more than one million dollars a year. It is truly huge for a Chinese medical school!
"Haha, it's really interesting!"
Thinking of the upcoming Concorde, the smile on John's face became brighter and brighter.
In addition to Old Rockefeller, there is also a former giant, Carnegie, who was also brought in by John's Internet. In recent years, he has invested in some schools in China, and the impact is quite large. Therefore, Old Carnegie decided to increase investment in Chinese education at the beginning of the year, prepare to establish a truly high-level university, and donate to at least 100 libraries. Anyway, libraries are not valuable these days, and they can also get goods from John's Hunteral Publishing House, which is even cheaper.
Of course, there are also universities that were influenced by John.
In history, Xiangya, funded by Yale, was seized by John, so its influence was far less powerful than in history. Yale was quite dissatisfied with this point, as if it planned to build another medical school that truly belonged to Yale in China; other schools such as Columbia, Harvard and other schools also had the same plan. I believe that this time, the university run by Harvard in China should not die early...
Thinking of his pride, John couldn't help but turn his head to look at the East of New York. He is now extremely looking forward to the arrival of next year...
Chapter completed!