C2785 Nathan Rothschild (1/2)
Tonight, London and the Amsterdam were fated to become a city that never sleeps. Some cried, some laughed, some lived.
”Cheers!” Thank you for this war and praise it! Thank you for this rare opportunity! Boss... For all the guests today, a glass of whisky for each of you, I will treat you all! ”
”Old Jack, well done …” People applauded, ”How much did you make this time? A thousand pounds or two thousand? ”
”Ha ha-ha, God bless me, I've earned three thousand pounds from this war. I knew the French navy would move out, I already sold all my chips three days ago, ha-ha ha …”
”Just you wait, Prussia will definitely get revenge. I'll wait for a few more days, I believe I still have a chance to find out more about this …”
Drinking cups after cups of wine, people began to exchange their successful investment experience. These gamblers who escaped from the top were all laughing like blossoming flowers.
”Look …” Another person from tower bridge jumped down! Damn it, his greed has caused him to suffer, she must have not been able to sell it out when it collapsed! ”
”That's right, he should have thought that once the avalanche appears, the sales order would rush in like crazy. The price is lower than others, if the price is not lower than others, how could it be sold?”
”Don't pity these people, they are all greedy ghosts, they aren't worth pity …” Let's continue drinking! ”
In the financial turmoil, there were only a few lucky ones. Most of them had lost everything and the ones who committed suicide were gamblers who were heavily in debt. They no longer had any hope.
However, most of the Investor s had lost their capital. They had not yet reached the point of death, so they could only droop their heads and flee from these lively bars and restaurants. They could only swallow their own bitter water!
But today, Fate was clearly playing a big joke on everyone. These so-called 'success parties' were interrupted by a shocking piece of news at 7 o'clock in the evening.
After half a day of hard work, the Duke of Newcastle finally found the telegraph at six o'clock and sent the news back to London.
As the war had destroyed the telegraph network channels surrounding the battlefield, even Xiang Ying and the rest were unable to send the news out. Duke and Xiang Ying had almost sent out their telegram back and forth, and Holland and London had received the explosive news at the same time.
Just as Fang Guan was missing Cai Bixia and those old friends of hers from the Zhiyuan Warship, her loyal swallow had rushed in!
”Miss … Miss … Something big had happened... There's a telegram! ”
”Speak properly! What's going on? ”
”The Zhiyuan Warship has sent a telegram. We have achieved complete victory in the sea battle! ”
Ah … Fang Guan suddenly stood up, and his body knocked against the table, ”What nonsense are you spouting? This... How is that possible? ”
”Take a look for yourself …”
Fang Guan looked at the urgent telegram Xiang Ying sent him.
”He actually won?” Inconceivable! The ancestors had a spirit, yet they really did win … They're still alive, they're still alive... Capturing twenty thousand France's troops and defeating the entire France's fleet, how did he do that? ”