For the sake of money, Hengliwen decided to let Hu Xueyan go. "Okay, I have 30 million taels of silver in my hand. Please help me exchange shares of various high-quality assets within seven days..."

"Impossible!" Hu Xueyan slapped the table and stood up, the loud voice frightened the other foreigners in the restaurant.

"Thirty million taels? Are you dreaming! You know how many businesses you have to talk about, I have to know if the other party is short of money, does it require you foreigners' money, and how much money will you ask for..."

"All these things have to be done. Even if a guy doesn't eat, drink or sleep, how many stores can he talk about in a day? Seven days? 30 million taels, you're dizzy!"

"Please pay attention to your tone, Mr. Hu... This is a place where gentlemen stay. Please be polite!"

"Don't you behave like a polite person. It's just a silver knife and fork to eat raw beef? Are you wearing a suit and drinking blood? You're a lunatic, I'm not. Don't talk about whether I can do this in seven days. Even if I do it, 30 million taels of silver rushed to the Jiangnan market all at once, can you hide it from the Grand Marshal?"

"You are not afraid of beheading, I am afraid! If you have the ability to find someone else, I will not serve you..." After saying that, Hu Xueyan turned around and was about to leave.

Heng Liwen, the general of this military, was speechless. He dared not let Hu Xueyan go. Now, he can still keep his mind steady on the surface, but in fact he has already become angry in his heart!

There has been no news about the Tsarist Russian fleet in Ryukyu. Now there are more and more pessimistic judgments. Hengliwen has not had a good sleep for half a month. Every time he closes his eyes, he dreams that he has gone bankrupt and is swept out by the European headquarters to become a beggar on the streets of London.

He originally thought that his group of foreign merchants would win the battle of Jiangnan money tickets, but he didn't expect that there were so many accidents during the execution, and many incredible interferences occurred.

As a last resort, he had to let go of his face and meet with the Qing Dynasty. He hoped to use the power of the Beijing court to survive this crisis. For him, this money battle was indeed a crisis, and it was related to his life and death.

Just now, he wanted to deceive Hu Xueyan's momentum, but his lion opened his mouth and annoyed the other party. Hu Xueyan stepped up and stopped playing. Now Heng Liwen was panicked.

"Oh oh! Dear Hu, why can't you make jokes? This is not the temperament that an excellent businessman should have. Come on... Let's change a bottle of good wine and continue to talk about it? Now, tell me how many shares can you give me within seven days?"

For the interests of the family and the face of the court, Hu Xueyan had to be angry and had to be a ninja. No matter how annoying the other party hated him, he had to sit down and talk, "Okay, let me tell you a truth. I will contact you at most 4 million taels of shares in seven days. If there are more, I will be sorry to obey. You can go find someone else..."

"This is for the sake of the court. If there is no secret order, I will not risk offending the general to help you..."

Heng Liwen's face became increasingly ugly. The precious red wine had no mellow taste in his mouth, and the more he drank it, the more he looked like vinegar. Four or five million shares were not enough for him to survive the crisis. Without collecting about 20 million shares, he would not be able to make profits that satisfies London in the next ten years.

His hand under the table tightly clasped his heart and cursed in his heart, "This group of damn Qing people, damn Zeng Guofan, damn Xiao Letian... If it weren't for them, my plan would have been successful long ago..."

Just as he was competing, a loud noise suddenly came from the street, and then the ladies and gentlemen in the restaurant stood up, and they leaned their heads and looked out the glass window.

"What's wrong?" Heng Liwen asked the waiter angrily, but he never expected that the waiter would say in horror. "A tattered American ship came from the mouth of the Huangpu River outside... Now the dock is in trouble. The treasure island of Ryukyu was captured by the Tsarist Russian Expeditionary Force, and dozens of tons of gold were stolen..."

"Ah!" Heng Liwen and Hu Xueyan knocked over the table with a bang, lay on the window and looked down. Sure enough, an injured clipper was slowly thinking about the dock under the guidance of a small steamer on the Huangpu River. The mast was the American flag.

Before the ship entered the dock, countless people shouted loudly on the shore, "Where are you from? Have you encountered pirates?" The American sailor on the ship said with a clear conscience, "No, we were accidentally injured by the naval battle! The Chinese Zangjin Island is the Amami Oshima, which produces rum and black sugar. It has now been captured by the Russians..."

"There are four Chinese vaults on Amami Island, with dozens of tons of gold and silver hidden inside, and they have all been stolen by Tsarist Russia..."

A stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves, and the entire dock suddenly burst into exclamations. Countless sad Chinese people could not believe their ears. They shouted loudly, "Liar! It's impossible, the Prime Minister is invincible! They are lying..."

But no matter whether your emotions accept this news, the news of defeat will spread like a virus from Shanghai to the inland.

All telegraph machines in Shanghai were activated, and countless people sent reports to Ryukyu for confirmation, but no reply was received without exception. It seemed that Naha's telegraph control was still continuing.

Immediately afterwards, the telegram began to spread to various cities in the Qing Dynasty, especially the commercial towns along the Yangtze River Basin, which received this amazing news at the first time.

The sky collapsed and the ground was sinking! Countless scenes that the people in Jiangnan feared the most appeared. The moment the dice cup was lifted, it was a time of turning the world.

Facts have proved that humans are more sensitive to fear rather than belief. Even if kind people are no longer willing to believe this news, fear itself is invincible.

It is better to believe that there is nothing but not. Nanpiao has almost made the people of Jiangnan familiar with the past few months. At this moment, a negative news appeared. They obviously couldn't accept it emotionally, but they still couldn't control their own hands and feet. Everyone ran home.

While running, he cried, "Prime Minister! Why did you lose? Why did you lose... Come home quickly, exchange all the banknotes in your hand for cash... Even if you exchange some copper coins, it's okay! Now it's really waste paper..."

Thousands of people were running on the streets. At that moment, Shanghai City was like the Knife Club fighting again back then. The clouds that were even more terrifying than war covered the city.

Heng Liwen's heart tightened at that time. He grabbed Hu Xueyan's sleeve tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away. "Mr. Hu! Forgot what I just asked, don't think about any shares. I will only ask now and help me eat a lot of banknotes..."

"Hurry, hurry up...it's too late!"
Chapter completed!