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Chapter 311 Getting Started on Wall Street
Chapter 311 Getting Started on Wall Street
Constantine did not answer immediately when faced with J.P. Morgan's almost all-consuming, burning gaze.
The three tycoons and Ambassador Bayard at the poker table were already stunned into a blank mind by the sheer volume of information revealed in this conversation. They looked at Constantine as if he were a ghost from the future.
Constantine's reaction, however, was eerily calm.
He simply picked up the glass of whiskey in front of him, gently swirling the half-melted ice cubes in it, making a crisp clinking sound.
He took a slow, deliberate sip.
The initiative has been completely transferred.
The dealer for this game has changed.
"Currently, I'm facing a minor, insignificant problem." Constantine set down his glass, his voice as calm as if he were discussing the weather. "A few bankers in London seem reluctant to see a Greece that can decide its own destiny. They're using some underhanded tactics to try and throw my country into chaos."
He looked up at Morgan, his gaze clear.
"I need a loan. To help those living in the last century calm down a bit."
"loan?"
After hearing this, Morgan let out a disdainful sneer that rolled from the depths of his throat.
He suddenly stood up.
His massive, bear-like body cast a huge shadow in the room. He paced back and forth on the thick carpeted floor, his thick fingers gesturing in the air, exuding an aura of oppression.
"Your Highness! You're sitting atop an undiscovered mountain of gold, yet you come to me asking for a brick to knock on the door?"
"No! No! No!"
His voice was like a roar.
"I have absolutely no interest in playing this petty game of loans!"
He stopped, turned around, and stared intently at Constantine with his burning eyes.
"What I want is a partnership!"
"I want to be your partner! An equal! Your only partner!"
His proposed plan was far more ambitious and far more outrageous than Constantine had anticipated.
First, he personally, under the guise of "private development assistance," will bypass all financial regulations and directly provide a massive sum of five million pounds, immediately deposited into any account designated by the Greek royal family! The interest on this money will be so low as to be negligible!
This amount of money is enough to smash the Rothschild family's dumping attempt to smithereens!
Secondly, and most importantly.
He will personally step forward, uniting several of Wall Street's top financial groups, including Vanderbilt and Rockefeller, with the Greek royal family to jointly establish an unprecedented super company!
"United States-Greece Investment Corporation"!
This company will receive a capital injection of no less than £100 million over the next ten years from a consortium of Morgan, as well as top-notch engineers and technical support from across the United States.
The Greek royal family, on the other hand, contributed all of Constantine's future patents on alternating current, as well as all mineral resources in the Aegean Sea, including the exclusive exploration and development rights to that potential oil treasure trove!
Both parties will operate on an equal footing, jointly developing all resources within Greece and sharing all future profits!
This is a meticulously planned and imaginative scheme that deeply binds the poor and weak country of Greece to the most powerful capital forces on Wall Street with the thickest steel cables!
This is an alliance of offense and defense forged with money and the future!
The next morning.
A brief telegram, transmitted via Reuters’ undersea cable, was sent from London to New York at top speed.
Hours later, The Wall Street Journal published a shocking story on its front page, in the thickest lead type, that reverberated throughout the financial world on both sides of the Atlantic.
— J.P. Morgan, the "King of Wall Street," announced a deep strategic cooperation agreement with Greek Crown Prince Constantine I regarding future energy and electricity projects! The Morgan consortium will lead the establishment of the "US-Greece Joint Investment Company" to provide indefinite financial support for Greece's modernization!
This report was like a bombshell, triggering a massive earthquake of magnitude 12 in the financial markets of London and Paris!
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The moment the news broke, the London Stock Exchange fell into a deathly silence.
Immediately following was a volcanic eruption of panic!
Everyone understood!
The country behind Greece's current national debt is no longer the poor nation in the Balkans.
Behind it stands the entire Wall Street!
"Sell! Close out your short positions quickly!"
"Buy them back! At any cost! Buy back all the Greek bonds!"
"My God! Has Morgan gone mad?"
The bankers and speculators who were frantically shorting Greek government bonds just days before are now in complete chaos, like bees whose swarm has been disturbed. They are frantically buying back bonds at any cost, trying to escape from this sinking ship before being crushed to dust by Morgan's capital behemoth.
The price of Greek government bonds skyrocketed!
From a near-collapse level of 65, it has soared all the way up!
80! 90! 100!
Finally, it even exceeded its face value, soaring to an astonishing 105!
The financial noose that the Rothschild family had meticulously woven over several weeks to strangle Greece proved as fragile as a straw in the face of news of Wall Street's involvement.
It snapped in two!
London, 10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister's official residence.
The Marquess of Salisbury held the newspaper, still smelling of ink, his knuckles white from the pressure.
For the first time, his perpetually calm face revealed a complex expression of shock, confusion, and anger.
Nathan Rothschild's plan was tacitly approved by him.
In his view, this was just a routine operation to teach a disobedient small country a lesson. As simple as crushing an ant.
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But now, this ant has not only survived, but has also attracted a dragon that is far more greedy and ferocious than the British lion!
He looked at Constantine's unusually young and calm face in the newspaper photo and let out a suppressed, beast-like growl.
He muttered to himself, as if asking himself, or perhaps asking the air in the room.
"This kid from the Balkans—"
"How exactly did he do that?"