Chapter 62 Butterfly
Headquarters of the Bank of New York, USA.
Kosico has the right to be proud. After all, he is the lobby manager of the Bank of New York, the second largest bank in the United States.
Today he was smoking a cigar as usual, sitting in his office and looking at the latest prices of land in the United States.
Suddenly a young man stumbled in and before the young man could speak, Kosico spoke first.
"Look at what you look like, Jim. We are the second largest bank in the United States. Being in such a panic will make those high-end customers think that we are unreliable. Remember, no matter what happens, be graceful."
"Mr. Kosico, there is a gentleman outside asking for $2 million in gold."
"What! Gold!?" Kosico exclaimed.
"Yes, he only wants gold, not banknotes." Young Jim seemed to already know what Cosico was going to ask, and said first.
"Oh my god, 2 million gold, damn it!" Kosico slapped his face hard to calm himself down.
Kosico understood the seriousness of the matter. Two million dollars was almost all of his reserves. Even the largest bank in the United States could not afford to pay two million dollars in gold at a time.
"This is most likely not a simple redemption, but a run on a rival bank. After all, the U.S. banking community knows the fact that the number of U.S. dollar banknotes has far exceeded the upper limit of what U.S. banks can redeem." Kosico I thought so in my heart.
Arriving at the VIP room, Kosico saw the young gentleman. The young man had a finely chiselled face, and with his bowler hat and tailcoat, Kosico could be sure that the person in front of him must be Is a British nobleman.
"Damn British guy." Kosico cursed secretly in his heart, but he still put on a smiling face.
"Hello, sir, how may I help you."
"Hello, my name is Yimin Wayne." The young man took off his hat and saluted. "I have deposited some money in your bank. Now I am leaving the United States and want to exchange it into gold and send it back to the country."
The U.S. dollar exchange rate at this time was not stable, and different countries had different exchange rates at different times.
Moreover, the U.S. dollar is not a world currency. The only world currencies at this time are silver and gold.
"Mr. Wayne, look at this, I can provide you with a special interest rate. Your money will be deposited in our bank first, and after one year we will send it to your home with interest. What do you think?"
Kosico then told Jim, "Jim, bring the deposit slip, let Mr. Wayne see it, and then write down Mr. Wayne's address."
Imin Wayne raised his hand to signal Jim to stop. He was the nephew of Baron Brooke, and the purpose of his visit was to run the bank in a low-key manner. Naturally, he would not agree to Kosico's suggestion.
"Sir, I need my gold now."
Kosico understood that the other party had bad intentions, but he could neither pay immediately nor lose the face of the Bank of New York. After all, if the other party yelled in the lobby, it would most likely cause panic and make the Bank of New York lose its face.
"Well, I understand how you feel. But the amount of money you have is relatively large. I need to apply to my superiors to allocate a batch of gold for you. How about you just live here for a while? As for the cost of accommodation, it is all paid by Our bank will bear it.”
Yimin Wayne nodded. After all, he had to keep a low profile. Anyway, the effect of running on the bank was achieved. He is happy to spend a few more days in New York, after all, the prices here are so cheap.
The price of meat is only half of that in Austria, the price of tobacco is one-third of that in Austria, and the price of sugar is even ridiculously low. After all, the money was paid by Americans, so it doesn't count as corruption on his part, so why not do it.
Spain, Pyrenees, Carlos Army Camp.
"Your Majesty Carlos, please allow me to introduce to you, this is Mr. John George Woodford. He will serve as the commander-in-chief of your troops and help you tide over the difficulties. In addition, we have also prepared for you at the northern port. Enough food, weapons, and clothing."
John George Woodford, a former British Army Lieutenant General, accompanied the Iron Duke Wellington to enter the border and wipe out the Spanish ministers.
However, unlike his brother who was good at business, John George Woodford did not like those politicians and always criticized those politicians for harming the country. Therefore, he was forced to retire early many years ago and take care of himself at home.
Baron Pitt introduced Carlos's special military adviser, Sir John George Woodford
Since Britain still needs the French to help them check and balance the Russians in the Far East, it does not want to have too much trouble with the French.
And Britain will never allow a monster united by France and Spain to be born on the European continent.
However, given that the French only sent 10,000 troops, the British decided to use this veteran who had retired for many years and gave him some mercenaries to lead Carlos to continue fighting guerrillas in northern Spain.
Viscount Melbourne and Palmerston agreed that the French had fallen once in Spain and it would not be surprising to fall again.
John George Woodford and Lieutenant General Pierre were old acquaintances, having both fought in the Napoleonic Wars.
When the Duke of Wellington led his army to defeat the French army in Spain, the two of them were opponents.
Unexpectedly, decades later, they would become rivals again, and the stage was still in Spain. It must be said that it was a wonderful fate.
John George Woodford was a battle-hardened veteran. He understood that the enemies outside were waiting for their opportunity.
Waiting for the Carlos army, supplies were exhausted and the time came to make a desperate move.
But now, with the support of the UK, they may be disappointed.
John George Woodford understood that the greater threat than supplies and powerful enemy forces was the traitors of the Carlos army.
Therefore, John George Woodford's first order was to move the troops further north to avoid fighting, while leaving a small force behind to ambush the traitors who were delivering intelligence to the Spanish government forces and the French.
The Carlist generals were very happy to have an experienced general in command.
After all, this is definitely more reliable than Carlos' personal command.
Although Carlos was very unhappy with the British commanding his troops, he had nothing to do. After all, he knew nothing about combat and needed weapons and supplies from the British.
Vienna, General Medical Hospital.
Dr. Thomas tore Franz's "Six Hand Washing Methods" into pieces and roared.
"This is simply an insult to the medical profession. The idiotic decree signed by that idiot emperor cannot even come into effect here!"
Vienna, Hall of Mirrors.
"My stupid brother, don't you have anything to do? You actually care whether others wash their hands or not."
"My poor brother, don't you think it's disgusting that those doctors come to treat you just after going to the toilet? I even suspect that they put something unclean into your body, which made you become It looks like this now.”
Ferdinand I was convinced and immediately signed a "Royal Decree" requiring doctors to wash their hands before treating people.
There were a lot of typos just now, so I’ll correct them.