Chapter 632: An investment that guarantees a sure profit
In winter, the sky is always gloomy in London, with snowflakes falling from time to time. In the morning, there is a thin layer of ice on the road, and the newsboys fall down from time to time.
This winter in the city of Londinium, a flame was ignited and warmed the hearts of countless people.
Local newspapers often reprinted the stories of the Duke of Wesson's sudden wealth, and now it was Londinium City's turn.
There was a black van parked in front of the telegraph office. It was the director's personal car. The door was wide open. The driver was holding a hand warmer on the driver's seat, his eyes never leaving the door where the postman entered and exited.
There were many people gathered on both sides of the door. The cold weather made them drink air from their hands and stamp their feet from time to time.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a postman walked out slowly. People on both sides were happy at first, but looking at his slow look, they thought he was delivering a letter somewhere else and didn't pay attention.
The postman walked past the anxiously waiting crowd, suddenly accelerated and started running, jumped into the van, and closed the door with a bang.
The van started quickly and sped out before those people could react.
The people at the door were so angry that they stamped their feet. Some of them didn't have time to think about it and ran towards the end of the van.
There were crowds of people in front of the apartment that Anna rented. They were all small businessmen who were making a living on the ground floor. The rich and powerful had already entered the apartment and were waiting anxiously in the living room, restaurant, tea room, and ballroom, blowing on the heater and drinking tea.
"The telegram is coming!"
Someone shouted, and the people outside the door moved out of the way for the van to stop. The newcomer stood there blankly, and was immediately pulled away.
The postman didn't wait for the car to stop, opened the door and jumped out. Just like delivering telegrams in the past, he shouted loudly in front of the door: "Mrs. Meyer, Mr. Meyer has a telegram!"
The whole apartment suddenly started to boil. Whether it was the small businessman outside the door or the big shot drinking tea inside, they all swarmed into the foyer.
There is a huge map hanging in the entrance hall, which shows the large and small noble territories in the central area of the Isle of England, accurate to the knight.
The maid at the door took the postman into the study, and everyone moved out of the way, as if the king was arriving.
After more than ten minutes, Anna came down from upstairs and instantly attracted the attention of countless people.
She was not wearing a skirt today, but a suit, just like the businessmen.
Under the spotlight, Anna took out the telegram that had just been sent. This moment reminded her of the decree she gave in the palace.
"Sir Riddle's territory, first-class coal, average thickness 4 meters."
There was a roar in the entire foyer, and someone immediately estimated the coal reserves and value based on the area, and several people quickly left.
On the map in the foyer, Sir Riddle's territory was soon painted black except for his name, and now half of the county was completely dark.
No one could have imagined before that half of this county is actually in a large coal field. With Mr. Meyer's exploration, there may be coal in the entire county.
At this time, the voice of the director of the telegraph office came from outside the door: "Mrs. Meyer, Archduke Wesson has sent a telegram!"
The people in the entire foyer were silent at first, and then erupted into an even louder roar.
People moved out of the way to let the telegraph director in.
The director is chubby and has not exercised much in the past two years. After translating the telegram just now, he found that the van had left, so he could only ride his bicycle to deliver the letter. He was panting from exhaustion.
Anna stood on the stairs to sign for the telegram. After reading it, she curled her lips slightly and handed the telegram to the director and said, "Please announce this good news to everyone." The director wiped his hands on his clothes, took the telegram, and first Read it carefully.
Everyone is watching him. Archduke Wesson's views on the coal mine determine the fate of the coal mine.
The director cleared his throat and read aloud: "Didn't you say you were going to Lukang? Why did you go to Angland? I hope you can get used to the food there. That eel pie scared me. "The apple pie is pretty good, you and your wife can try it."
Everyone was talking a lot. It can be seen from this paragraph that Archduke Wesson actually knows Mr. Meyer and has a good relationship with him.
The director continued to read: "I already know about the coal mine, and my reply is as follows:"
"First, I will buy as much coal as I have."
The businessmen suddenly became excited. The coal had to be sold before it was dug out.
Now that Archduke Weisen has said that he can eat any amount of goods, there is no need to worry about sales or being burdened with goods.
"Second, it is recommended to jointly invest in the establishment of a general coal mining and sales chamber of commerce. The unified procurement of mining equipment can be calculated based on wholesale prices. I have already informed the relevant factories."
"Third, after consultation, the local transportation conditions are not ideal. We can consider building a railway to the port under the framework of the Coal Mining Sales Chamber of Commerce to transport coal and assist local economic development."
"Fourth, if necessary, you can go back to Weissenburg City to recruit relevant professional teams."
"In addition, after investigation, it was found that the bank staff made a mistake and did not cancel it in time. I have approved it and it is still valid. Since it is in your hand, you can use it first. I still can't trust your character."< br>
"The war between the two places will begin this year. The war is far away and the cost is huge. I may not be able to purchase the shares you hold. It is expected that you will only be able to hold 30% of the shares. The remaining shares can be sold locally."
"Finally, I heard that there is a delicious butter biscuit over there. Bring me some when you come back."
The contents of this telegram instantly detonated the entire Kingdom of England. Almost every family and every tavern were discussing the matter. Those small and medium-sized families who were not qualified to participate in the World Expo headed towards Londinium City regardless of the cold weather. Come running.
Everyone finally understood whose money was on the 100,000-pound money order, and they all lamented that Archduke Wesson was really rich. The bank made a mistake and gave such a large sum of money to someone else, but he let that person take it so lightly. .
Everyone is guessing the identity of Mr. Meyer. He is very familiar with and deeply trusted by Archduke Wesson. He should be his playmate since childhood.
More news came, the royal family of the Osmaga Empire sent a telegram interested in purchasing 20% of the shares.
Old Louis also sent a telegram expressing his desire to buy some shares, but Anna finally agreed to shelve the Gauls' request indefinitely under the persuasion of the locals - especially His Majesty King Edward, who had been lying in bed and neglecting government affairs for many years.
Edward invited Anna to the palace for afternoon tea, and Anna took the opportunity to donate 5% of the shares to the English royal family.
There is still 45% of the shares, part of which is invested by local lords with mining rights, and the remaining part is enough for people to pay for it.
This is an investment that is sure to make a profit. Someone has calculated the price of coal imports in the Principality of Wesson, and the returns are very high.
Countless people asked Anna to meet and talk about investment matters.
However, Anna declined all investment requests. On the one hand, the overall reserves have not yet been determined. On the other hand, the Kingdom of Sardinia, the Sami Alliance, the Green Island Kingdom, etc. are still needed to drive up the price.
In the north, Frederick pulled the Luoyang shovel out of the ground shivering. It snowed today and there was a strong wind, which almost chilled him to death.
(End of chapter)