Chapter 632 A Guaranteed Investment

In winter, the sky in Lundinium is always gloomy, with snowflakes falling from time to time. In the morning, a thin layer of ice forms on the road, and newsboys fall from time to time.

This winter in Lundinium, a flame has been ignited, warming the hearts of countless people.

Local newspapers often reprint stories of overnight wealth in the Principality of Wessen, and now it is the turn of Lundinium.

In front of the telegraph office, there is a black van. This is the director's private car. The door is wide open. The driver is holding a hand warmer in the driver's seat, and his eyes never leave the door where the postman comes in and out.

Many people gathered on both sides of the door. The cold weather made them keep breathing on their hands and stamping their feet from time to time.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a postman walked out slowly. The people on both sides were happy at first, but seeing his slow appearance, they thought he was delivering letters to other places and didn't care.

The postman walked past the anxiously waiting crowd, suddenly accelerated, jumped into the van, and slammed the door shut.

The van started quickly, and before those people could react, it had already sped away.

The people at the door were so angry that they stamped their feet, and some ran to the destination of the van without thinking too much.

There were crowds of people in front of the apartment rented by Anna, all of whom were small businessmen making a living at the bottom. The rich and powerful had already entered the apartment, and were anxiously waiting in the living room, in the restaurant, in the tea room, and in the dance hall, enjoying the heating and drinking tea.

"The telegram has arrived!"

Someone shouted, and the people outside the door made way for the van to stop. The newcomer stood there stupidly and was immediately pulled away.

The postman opened the door and jumped out before the car stopped. Just like he did when delivering telegrams in the past, he shouted in front of the door: "Mrs. Meyer, Mr. Meyer has a telegram!"

The whole apartment was boiling. Whether it was the small businessmen outside the door or the big shots drinking tea inside, they all swarmed into the hallway.

A huge map was hung in the hallway, showing the noble territories of all sizes in the central region of Anglan Island, accurate to the knight.

The maid at the door took the postman to the study, and everyone made way for him, as if the king had arrived.

More than ten minutes later, Anna came down from upstairs and instantly attracted countless people's attention.

She didn't wear a skirt today, but a suit, just like the businessmen.

Under the attention of everyone, Anna took out the telegram that had just been delivered, and this moment reminded her of the decree she issued in the palace.

"Sir Riddle's territory, first-class coal, average thickness of 4 meters."

The whole hall suddenly roared, and someone immediately estimated the coal reserves and value based on the area, and several people left quickly.

On the map in the hall, Sir Riddle's territory was soon painted black except for his name. Now half of the county is black.

No one could have imagined that half of this county was on a large coal field. With Mr. Meyer's exploration, I'm afraid there is coal in the whole county.

At this time, the voice of the director of the telegraph office came from outside the door: "Mrs. Meyer, Grand Duke Wessen sent a telegram!"

The people in the whole hall were quiet at first, and then there was a louder roar.

People made way for the director of the telegraph office to come in.

The director was fat and had not exercised much in the past two years. Just now, after translating the telegram, he found that the van had left, so he had to ride a bicycle to deliver the letter, and he was exhausted.

Anna stood on the stairs to sign for the telegram. After reading it, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and she 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 read it carefully first.

Everyone was looking at him. Grand Duke Wesson's opinion on the coal mine determined the fate of the coal mine.

The director cleared his throat and read aloud: "Didn't you say you were going to Lugang? Why did you go to Anglais? I hope you can get used to the food there. I was scared by the eel pie. The apple pie is good. You and your wife can try it."

Everyone was talking about it. From this paragraph, it can be seen that Grand Duke Wesson actually knew Mr. Meyer and had a good relationship with him.

The director continued to read: "I already know about the coal mine. Now I reply as follows:"

"First, I will buy as much coal as you can."

The merchants were immediately excited. It was not enough to dig out the coal. You had to sell it.

Now Grand Duke Wesson said that he could eat as much as he could, so there was no need to worry about sales or the pressure of the goods on his hands.

"Second, it is recommended to jointly invest in the establishment of a general coal mining and sales chamber of commerce. The unified purchase of mining equipment can be calculated at wholesale prices. I have already contacted the relevant factories."

"Third, after consultation, the local transportation conditions are not ideal. It is possible to consider building a railway to reach the port under the framework of the coal mining and sales chamber of commerce to transport coal and assist the local economic development."

"Fourth, if necessary, you can return to Weisenberg to recruit relevant professional teams."

"In addition, after investigation, the bill of exchange was a mistake made by the bank staff and was not cancelled in time. I have approved it and it is still valid. Since it is in your hands, you can use it first. Do I still trust your character?"

"The two places will go to war this year. The war is far away and the expenses are huge. I am afraid that I will not be able to buy your shares. It is estimated that I can only hold 30% of the shares, and the remaining shares can be sold on the spot."

"Finally, I heard that there is a kind of butter biscuits there that are delicious. Bring me some when you come back."

The content of this telegram instantly set off the entire Kingdom of Angland. Almost every family and every tavern was discussing this matter. Those small and medium-sized families who were not qualified to participate in the World Expo rushed to the city of Londinium despite the cold weather.

Everyone finally understood whose money was on the bill of exchange of 100,000 pounds, and they all sighed that Grand Duke Wesson was really rich. The bank made an operational error and gave such a large sum of money to someone else, and he actually let that person take it so lightly.

Everyone was guessing the identity of Mr. Meyer. He was very familiar with Grand Duke Wesson and trusted him deeply. He should be a playmate since childhood.

More news came. The royal family of the Osmaga Empire sent a telegram expressing their intention to buy 20% of the shares.

Old Louis also sent a telegram to express his intention to buy some shares, but Anna finally agreed to put the Gauls' request on hold indefinitely under the persuasion of the locals, especially His Majesty King Edward, who had been lying in bed and ignoring government affairs for many years.

Edward invited Anna to the palace for afternoon tea, and Anna took the opportunity to give 5% of the shares to the Angla royal family.

There are still 45% of the shares left, some of which are from local lords who bought in with mining rights, and the rest is enough for people to pay.

This is a sure-win investment. Some people have calculated the coal import price of the Duchy of Wessen, and the return is very high.

Countless people asked Anna to meet with them to discuss investment.

But Anna declined all investment requests. On the one hand, the overall reserves have not yet been determined, and on the other hand, the Kingdom of Sardinia, the Sami Union, the Green Island Kingdom and other agents are needed to drive up the price.

In the north, Frederick shivered as he pulled the Luoyang shovel out of the ground. It snowed today and there was a strong wind, which almost froze him to death.