Chapter 413 Throwing Money
Night of June 14, 1843.
Vienna, Lion's Pride Hotel.
Solomon Rothschild sat back on a recliner. The man who was once honored as "His Majesty the King" looked like a weathered old man, and it was difficult for him to even open his eyelids.
Solomon had been buying companies all over Austria in the past year. At this time, Austria's economy was booming, and making money was not difficult.
But history always goes in cycles. People can be tripped by the same stone once, and they can also be tripped by it countless times.
"Smart people" are always different from others. Most factory owners can only see the immediate benefits or expand production frantically, or improve technology to reduce costs.
But Solomon felt that they were wrong. Instead of wasting money to improve technology and expand production, it is easier to maintain the scarcity of goods.
And the advantage of doing so is that you won't waste money. After all, those technical investments may not necessarily pay off, but his "financial innovation" will definitely pay off.
After all, if you master the supply and demand relationship and form a price alliance, you can sit back and wait for the money to be divided. This is the benefit of monopoly.
But Solomon missed one person, that is Franz.
Whenever he was about to succeed, or had already succeeded, the royal capital would quickly enter the field.
Then there was a drastic change 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 a very fast speed.
Solomon's heart was also shattered. He didn't know what he had done wrong. The royal family seemed to be targeting him. I guess this is the jealousy of talents. If I don't suppress myself, I'm afraid those in power will not be able to rest assured.
Solomon comforted himself in this way, but many things were actually beyond his expectations, such as the war that should have happened and another war that should not have happened.
(He advised his nephew not to buy, but he bought crazily and lost more than the former.)
But Solomon firmly believed that there was at least one thing he would not misjudge
At the same time, a young man with extraordinary bearing stepped into the Grizzly Hotel on Thun Street, and beside him was a lady with a parasol, dressed luxuriously and elegantly.
The boss was a little stunned for a moment, not knowing what the young man in front of him was going to do.
"Hello, sir. May I ask how I can help you?"
"Are you the owner of this hotel?" the young man asked politely.
"Yes, sir."
"Excuse me, how much money can you make in a month?"
"The economy is booming now. You know that Vienna is a place where every inch of land is worth a lot of money. It is no problem to earn 1,000 florins a month, but after deducting various taxes, plus labor and other expenses, there are only two or three hundred florins left."
Although it was only the first meeting, the young man had a temperament that was hard to refuse, and the boss unconsciously said a lot.
The young man smiled, and the beautiful woman beside him also smiled. The two seemed to have been 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 about it and said very embarrassedly.
"I'm afraid that won't work, sir. This hotel was passed down to me by my father, and I will continue to do business in the future."
In fact, renting a hotel is not a rare thing in this era, but this kind of family hotel rarely encounters such a thing, at least this boss has not encountered such a thing.
The young man seemed to know the boss's answer a long time ago, and he continued slowly.
"I want to buy your hotel for 20,000 florins."
This was a bit unexpected for the hotel owner, and the price just met his psychological expectations.
A quarter of an hour later, the owner of the Grizzly Hotel changed.
Soros and his wife sat by the window on the second floor of the hotel and looked at the rapidly developing city. The noisy crowd driven out downstairs did not disturb the interest of the two.
"This city is nice, I like it very much. It is full of vitality and business opportunities." Firona smiled charmingly, and then said.
"It is a good choice as the last stop of the honeymoon trip. The big play you mentioned is "The Flying Dutchman"? It is a very good work, but it seems better to appreciate this opera in the Netherlands, after all, the author of this play, Mr. Wagner, is in the Netherlands."
Soros smiled and shook his head. Mr. Wagner is a great artist, but King William II of the Netherlands is a fool. Their performance is not worthy of our honeymoon trip.
"Oh? What is that?" Firona asked curiously. Her husband has a special pride that belongs only to Jews.
She is very sure that Jews are the smartest race in the world, and their superiority is far higher than other white people, and her husband is the smartest one among them.
"With the entire Austrian Empire as the stage, and the clown is the Habsburg royal family, this is a big play directed by me." Soros said confidently, he would not allow himself to fall in the same place twice.
Although the previous two times were one win and one draw, they did not make the other party feel pain, which made him very dissatisfied.
Especially after knowing that his opponent was just a child, Soros became even more dissatisfied. How could those pig-like nobles be compared with the noble Jews?
In order to prevent this matter from becoming a demon in his heart in the future, Soros must watch the ugly drama of this country's breach of trust and collapse, so that he can understand his thoughts.
Yes, tomorrow is the first anniversary of the establishment of the Austrian Royal Overseas Development Company, and it should be the day of dividends.
But this company is different from any other company in the world. It has more than four million shareholders, and the population involved may be tens of millions.
Seeing the development speed of the Austrian colony, Soros knew that this country must have invested a lot of money. This is no problem from a business perspective. After all, it is a consensus in the business community that the colony needs a huge amount of investment in the early stage.
But the civilians don't understand this, and they don't want to understand this. Those people want real money and things, and the development of the colony at this time still requires a lot of financial support. Unless the Austrian Imperial Government is crazy, it will choose to distribute dividends.
Even if they bite the bullet and distribute dividends, how much will they distribute? 20 million shares, more than four million shareholders, if only one florin is distributed per share, then these shareholders will inevitably be dissatisfied.
If it is based on the normal 5% at this time, it should be 1.2 florins, but this does not help, because people have too high expectations for this company.
The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment. When that happens, it will not only affect the reputation of the Habsburg family. It may be another French Revolution, so Soros needs a house in the civilian area.
He does not want to be involved in the internal fighting of these idiots.
June 15, 1843.
The Austrian Royal Overseas Development Company announced a dividend of 5 florins per share.
The yield per share is as high as 20.8%, and for those shareholders who initially bet on the stock price when it was 5 florins, it is a 100% return.