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June 14, 1843, night.

Vienna, Lion Pride Hotel.

Solomon Rothschild was leaning back on the reclining chair. The man who was once honored as "His Majesty the King" was like a weather-beaten old man, struggling to even open his eyelids.

Solomon has been buying companies all over Austria this year. At this time, Austria's economic boom is not difficult to make money.

But history is always cyclical. People can stumble over the same stone once or countless times.

"Smart people" are always different from others. Most factory owners can only see the immediate benefits, or they are frantically expanding production, or improving technology to reduce costs.

But Solomon felt that they were wrong. Rather than wasting money to improve technology and expand production, it was easier to maintain the scarcity of commodities.

And the advantage of doing this is that you won't waste money. After all, those technical investments may not be rewarded, but the "financial innovation" he made must be rewarded.

After all, if you have mastered the relationship between supply and demand, you can sit back and wait for the money to be paid by forming a price alliance. This is the advantage of monopoly.

But Solomon missed one person, and that was Franz.

Whenever he was on the verge of success, or had succeeded, the capital of the royal family would rush into the field.

Then came the drastic changes in the entire industry. New technologies, new models, new subjects, and new achievements shattered the original framework, and established a very solid new system at an extremely fast speed.

Also shattered is Solomon's heart, who doesn't know what he's done wrong and the royal family seems to be targeting him. Presumably this is heaven's jealousy of talents. If you don't suppress yourself, I'm afraid those in power will not feel at ease.

Solomon comforted himself in this way, but many things actually exceeded his expectations, such as the war that should have happened and another war that should not have happened.

But Solomon firmly believes that there is at least one thing that he will not be wrong...

At the same time, a young man with an extraordinary bearing stepped into the Grizzly Hotel on Tuen Avenue, and beside him was a lady wearing a parasol, dressed luxuriously and behaved elegantly.

The boss was stunned for a moment, not sure what the young man in front of him was going to do.

"Hello, sir. May I help you?"

"Are you the owner of this hotel?" the young man asked politely.

"Yes, sir."

"Excuse me, how much money do you make a month?"

"Now the economy is booming. You know that Vienna is a place where every inch of land is very expensive. It is no problem to earn 1,000 florins a month, but after deducting various taxes, plus labor and other expenses, the only thing left is Two or three hundred florins..."

Although it was only the first time we met, the young man had an irresistible temperament, and the boss talked too much without knowing it.

The young man smiled, and the beautiful woman beside him also smiled, and the two seemed to be used to it. The young man spoke again.

"I am willing to pay 1,500 florins to rent your hotel for a month. We want to be the only guests here."

The boss thought for a while and said in a very embarrassed way.

"I'm afraid it won't work, sir. My father passed this inn on to me, and I'm going to keep it in business."

In fact, it is not uncommon to rent a hotel in this era, but this kind of family hotel rarely encounters such a thing, at least the owner has not encountered such a thing.

The young man seemed to have known the boss's answer for a long time, and he continued without haste.

"I want to buy your hotel for twenty thousand florins."

This surprised the innkeeper a bit, and the price just met his psychological expectation.

A quarter of an hour later, the owner of the Grizzly Inn changed.

Soros and his wife sat by the window on the second floor of the hotel and watched the rapidly developing city. The noisy crowd being driven out downstairs did not disturb their interest.

"This city is good, I like it very much. It is full of vitality and business opportunities." Ferona smiled, very charming, and then said.

"It is a good choice as the last stop of the wedding trip. Do you mean "The Flying Dutchman"? It is a very good work, but it seems that the Netherlands is better to appreciate this opera. After all, the author of this opera Mr Wagner is in Holland."

Soros smiled and shook his head. Mr. Wagner is a great artist, but King Willem II of the Netherlands is an idiot. Their performance is not worthy of our wedding trip.

"Oh? What's that?" Ferona asked curiously. Her husband had a special pride that only belonged to the Jews.

She was quite convinced that Jews were the smartest race in the world, far superior to other whites, and that her husband was the smartest of them all.

"With the entire Austrian Empire as the stage, and the clown is the Habsburg royal family, this is a big drama I directed." Soros said confidently, he would not allow himself to be planted in the same place twice.

Although the previous two times were one win and one tie, they didn't make the opponent feel any pain, which made him very dissatisfied.

Especially after knowing that his opponent was just a child, Soros was even more dissatisfied. How could the group of pig-like nobles deserve to be compared with the noble Jews.

In order not to let this matter become his inner demon in the future, Soros must watch the scandal of the country's dishonesty and collapse ~www.novelbuddy.com~ to make him understand.

That's right, tomorrow is the first anniversary of the establishment of the Austrian Royal Overseas Development Company, so it stands to reason that tomorrow should also be the day for dividends.

But this company is different from any company in the world. It has more than 4 million shareholders and may involve tens of millions of people.

Seeing the development speed of the Austrian colony, Soros knew that this country must have invested a lot of money. From a commercial point of view, this is no problem. After all, colonies require massive investment in the early stage, which is the consensus of the business community.

But civilians don't understand this, and they don't want to understand it. Those people want real money and things, and the development of the colony at this time still needs a lot of financial support. Unless the Austrian imperial government is crazy, it will choose to pay dividends.

Even if they bite the bullet and pay dividends, how much? There are 20 million shares and more than 4 million shareholders. If each share is only divided into one florin, then these shareholders will definitely be dissatisfied.

At the normal 5% at this time, it would be 1.2 florins, but that doesn't help because people expect too much from this company.

The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment, and it will not only affect the reputation of the Habsburg family. Maybe there will be another French Revolution, so Soros needs a house in the civilian area.

He didn't want to get involved in the infighting of these idiots.

June 15, 1843.

The Austrian Royal Overseas Development Company announced a dividend of five florins per share.

The yield per share is as high as 20.8%, and for those shareholders who initially bet on the share price at five florins, it is 100% return.