dhibooks Chapter 226 The Silver Given and the Hand That Gave It
Chapter 226 The Silver Given and the Hand That Gave It
"The first place is the rice shop in Nanshi. They say that Chen's army is going to requisition all the rice in Xiamen."
"The second place was an old bank in the French Concession. They said the Haiphong bonds were forced upon them, and if they didn't buy them, the shop would be shut down."
"The third place is the former comprador of the Japanese trading company. They said that once the Taiwan Fleet arrived, the Xiamen Customs' tax revenue as collateral would be a joke."
Su Guiying picked up a rice coupon.
The corner of the paper is very new.
"Where did the tickets come from?"
The man in the short jacket said, "It came from the old channels of the Dongying Trading Company. The ticket is from the Nanshi Grain Depot, but the issuing bank is connected to a batch of blank rice tickets from Xiamen."
Su Guiying smiled gently.
"No wonder."
The man in the short jacket asked, "Should we arrest him?"
"No rush."
Su Guiying put the rice coupons back on the table.
"As soon as the fish sticks its mouth out, we chop off its head, and the line behind it breaks."
She looked out the window.
Downstairs, the storyteller was recounting the firing of the Zhen Dong, and when he got to the part where the shells shattered the forward gun emplacements of the Japanese destroyer, the audience cheered.
Su Guiying's voice was very soft.
"Buy a few."
The man in the short jacket was taken aback.
"Buying votes based on rumors?"
"right."
Su Guiying said, "Use their worthless rice coupons to squeeze their own banks."
The man in the short jacket's eyes lit up.
"Let them be unable to redeem the silver themselves?"
"Don't be too aggressive."
Su Guiying said, "If we go too far, we'll be ruining the event. We'll just keep going until they break out in a sweat, that'll be enough."
She picked up the teacup.
"Sister Gui won't flip the table."
"Sister Gui only sawed the table legs a little thinner."
Southeast Central Bank Head Office
When Mo Huixin received the telegram from Xiamen, the second round of debate in the conference hall had just begun.
A businessman from Ningbo asked, "President Mo, if the Japanese fleet really blocks the shipping lanes, will the shipbuilding orders from Jiangnan be able to be fulfilled on schedule?"
Mo Huixin handed the telegram from Xiamen to the banking corps for review.
"The port's loading and unloading volume has recovered to 60%."
"Rice prices are being kept under control as announced."
"The ammunition depot contains 27 boxes of rifle ammunition and 6 boxes of explosives."
"Forty-one shops have reopened, with seven more applying to reopen today."
She paused.
"The Japanese fleet hasn't arrived yet, but the Xiamen camp has already been stabilized."
The Ningbo businessman looked down at the telegram.
He read very slowly.
Merchants reading battle reports may not understand the course and tonnage.
But looking at the accounts, you can tell at a glance whether they are true or false.
This telegram is not just empty slogans.
It has a number.
It has a date.
It has a sealing number.
There is loading and unloading capacity.
There is a price for rice.
Lu Huaide suddenly said, "President Mo, I need to see a photocopy of the list of seized arms depots."
The conference room fell silent again.
That was a provocative remark.
Mo Huixin, however, was not displeased.
She raised her hand.
The bank secretary immediately took out a stack of photocopies from the brown paper bag. These were specially delivered by the Military Intelligence Bureau by train last night, because she knew that these things would be of great help to her today.
Armory box number.
Delivery stamp.
Customs declaration items.
Warehouse lease.
Signatures of British and American observers.
Witnessed by the Xiamen Chamber of Commerce.
They were laid out one by one.
Lu Huaide's finger stopped at the signature area.
"Did those two foreigners really sign?"
Mo Hui thought to herself, "Governor Yang was standing next to me when I signed the document."
Someone chuckled softly.
That's not a joke.
That means I understand.
Yang Yanzhao stood to the side, he had no choice but to sign.
If they don't sign, tomorrow's newspapers will write that they saw weapons but pretended not to see them.
That's what you call being decent.
Everyone is dignified.
Lu Huaide put the photocopy down.
"President Mo, Mr. Lu has subscribed for 500,000 silver dollars."
A businessman from Shaoxing standing nearby immediately said, "I'll pay 200,000."
"The Ningbo gang acknowledged 300,000 yuan."
"Suzhou silk merchants pledged 150,000."
"The Hangzhou Chamber of Commerce will recognize 250,000 yuan."
The bank secretary's pen flew across the paper.
One stroke.
Another stroke.
The numbers on the Haiphong government bond subscription form jumped up.
Mo Huixin, however, did not show much joy.
She simply looked at each source.
Amount.
Payment to the bank.
Contact person.
Collateral.
Business name.
The way she looked at the tents was colder than the way many generals looked at the battlefield.
Because even silver can be used to fire.
The gunshots came a little later.
At the same time, on the bridge of the Zhen Dong ship.
Chen Zijun received a reply from Mo Huixin.
Shen Li handed over the telegram.
"Young Marshal, Miss Mo said that the first batch of coastal defense construction bonds can be issued half a day ahead of schedule."
He glanced down.
She added, "The remaining tidal bore and the telegrams regarding the avoidance of merchant ships have been included in the appendix to the government bond prospectus."
Lin Chengzhang was taken aback.
"appendix?"
Chen Zijun smiled.
"It's about turning the muzzle of the Japanese cannons into our credit."
Lin Chengzhang didn't fully understand.
Hans gasped.
"Young Marshal, she has turned the enemy's threat into a bond guarantee logic."
Chen Zijun nodded.
"almost."
"The Haiphong government bonds are not an attempt to elicit sympathy."
"It's about letting the rich buy a future where they don't have to pay tolls to Japanese warships anymore."
He added a sentence in his mind.
Isn't this just a Republican-era version of crowdfunding to fight against staged accidents?
Japan is responsible for creating panic.
Chen Jiajun was responsible for packaging the panic into reasons for subscription.
Thank you AIA for providing the financial materials.
Shanghai, Southeast Central Bank headquarters, evening.
The gaslights in the subscription hall were turned on.
The original subscription quota for the first batch of coastal defense bonds has been filled.
The bank secretary held the summary sheet, her voice trembling slightly.
"President Mo, the first batch of subscriptions was oversubscribed."
"How much over?"
"17%"
A hushed gasp rippled through the conference room.
Lu Huaide breathed a sigh of relief.
I was also a little annoyed.
If I had known it was over the limit, I should have accepted more.
Mo Huixin took the master sheet.
"The excess portion will be temporarily placed on a waiting list."
"No reprints."
The secretary was taken aback.
"Not printing again?"
"Credit doesn't increase with sales."
Mo Hui thought to herself, "The first batch will be whatever price they say they'll pay. Oversubscription only means that the second batch can be offered at a more stable price."
Lu Huaide's eyes lit up when he heard this.
This woman really knows how to make money.
Don't be greedy for the first bite.
Therefore, the second bite is more valuable.
Su Guiying walked in from outside the door.
She was holding a thin bag in her hand.
"President Mo, we've caught a bit of the trail of rumors."
Mo Huixin did not look up.
"The old distribution channels of the Dongying Trading Company?"
Su Guiying raised an eyebrow.
"You guessed it?"
"It's not a guess."
Mo Huixin flipped through the subscription summary sheet.
"Anyone capable of manipulating rice prices, credit, and shipping routes simultaneously is not an ordinary rice merchant."
Su Guiying sat down and pushed the bag over.
"Three empty rice coupons and one bank draft. The bank branch is located in Nanshi and is connected to the former comprador of the Xiamen Dongying Trading Company."
Mo Huixin flipped to the last few pages of the subscription summary table.
It suddenly stopped.
She circled three lines with a red pencil.
Every amount was neatly arranged.
fifty thousand.
fifty thousand.
fifty thousand.
The source is listed as Nanyang Exchange.
The contact person used three different business names.
Mo Huixin turned the master clock towards Su Guiying.
"Look at these three strokes."
Su Guiying glanced at it, and her eyes immediately turned cold.
"From Southeast Asia?"
"On the surface."
Mo Hui thought to herself, "But the contact person used to have the same name as a Japanese trading company. The timing of the subscription is too coincidental."
"Delivering money to your door?"
"It's true that they gave me money."
Mo Huixin's voice was very soft.
"Touching the tent is also true."
Su Guiying understood.
The Japanese do more than just spread rumors.
They also subscribed to government bonds in reverse.
They wanted to find out where the funds for the coastal defense bonds would go through the subscription registration, and then determine the key points of the Chen family army's coastal defense construction.
The money came in.
A hand reached in too.
Su Guiying tapped the three strokes with her fingertip.
"Should we accept it or not?"
Mo Huixin closed the ledger.
"receive."
Su Guiying smiled.
"President Mo is quite bold."
"Silver is not guilty."
Mo Huixin made the three subscriptions even more significant.
"Only hands have it."
She pushed the account book to Su Guiying.
"You can accept money, but you must keep an eye on your hands."
"Some people aren't here to buy government bonds."
"We're here to discuss things..."