Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Yannick tapped his fingers lightly on the table, looked at an envelope placed in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.

The envelope contained forty cashier's checks, each worth 5 million, a total of 200 million US dollars.

This is a real huge amount of money. If calculated according to the inflation rate, these two hundred million US dollars will be equivalent to nearly 3 billion US dollars in 2018!

Although he got this huge sum of money, Yannick still felt a little melancholy. After all, it was still far short of the 500 million he had planned.

what to do? It is definitely impossible for William II to spend any more money. Where can he get the other 300 million?

It was also impossible for Yannick to tell William II about the financial crisis that broke out in the United States at the end of 1929. If he really told William II, maybe William II would treat him as a delusional man and not only demand back the 200 million U.S. dollars, but also send him to prison. Mental hospital! !

You must know that the German medical community during this period used insulin injections to treat mental illness.

That’s right, it was the insulin injected into later generations of diabetics.

Insulin, discovered in 1922, probably never imagined that it would be used to treat mental illness.

After being given high doses of insulin, psychotic patients often become quiet and fall into coma. Isn't this just a simple hypoglycemic shock? But in the eyes of Manfred Schack, the German doctor who invented this treatment method, this means that the symptoms of mental illness have disappeared! (Beauty is in the eyes of beholder). This treatment was even used by the most respected academic institutions in the United States into the 1950s.

Yannick didn't want to be locked up in a mental hospital and receive treatment with a mortality rate of not low (10% fatality rate).

Only use 200 million to operate? But he is really unwilling to waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he operates properly during this financial crisis, he can definitely get back two or three times the profit. In other words, if he can't make up the remaining 300 million, it will be lost in vain. A sure profit of hundreds of millions of dollars.

That’s hundreds of millions of dollars! Not a few dollars but dozens of dollars! With these hundreds of millions of dollars, many of the plans he plans to implement will be much easier.

And if you miss this financial crisis, you will have to wait at least half a century for the next one. If the subsequent history changes because of him, who knows when.

No matter what method we use, we must raise 500 million!!

After thinking about it, Yannick could only find a few of his best friends.

A few dandy boys got together and started shouting. "Oh my god, I thought there were only two secretaries last time, but I didn't expect you to have four." "Wow, you are such a sweetheart." "Hey, those four are on point. Let's take them out for a drink. How about it?"

Yannick couldn't help but roll his eyes at these perverts. "Shut up, everyone. I came to you for something important. Are we brothers?" They all grew up playing with Yannick, but their respective backgrounds are somewhat interesting. Some people's families are ordinary capitalists, and some people are Junker nobles. It can be said that they are nobility, but they are just at the bottom of Jonkeri.

The senior officials of the Junker aristocracy were all handled by Yannick's brother, the former crown prince, and Yannick was too lazy to get involved in these matters.

The six people nodded without hesitation. "certainly."

Yannick asked. "Brother is in trouble, can you help?"

Several people said in unison again. "Of course I'll help!"

"Well, I need a lot of money now."

When money was mentioned, several people couldn't help but look at each other. They all spent their pocket money with their families, and they didn't have much money on hand. "Uh, how much?"

Yannick held out a finger. "At least $10 million each."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people said "fuck you" at the same time.

Ten million US dollars is not a small amount, and their reaction was also expected. But Fatty Bowen was munching on an apple without saying a word. Yannick couldn't help but wonder. "Bowen, why don't you say 'f*ck'?"

Bowen swallowed the apple in his mouth and asked. "Uh, is ten million dollars a lot?"

Yannick couldn't help but slap his forehead, forgetting that Bowen was not very smart. The reason why he didn't react was not because ten million was a small amount to him, but because he didn't know what ten million was. Anton next to him explained. "Of course it's more. The high-end car your dad bought a few days ago cost more than 10,000 US dollars. 10 million US dollars can buy a thousand of those cars."

"What?!" Bowen almost jumped up. "My dad was worried about buying a car for a long time!"

Everyone fell silent, with helpless expressions on their faces. "Removing the 'ten thousand' will help you. But, Yannick, why do you need so much money?"

Yannick shook his head. He couldn't even tell his own grandfather, let alone tell them his plan. "Try your best, collect as much as you can. I will repay this money at the beginning of 1930. And I will guarantee a minimum profit of 10%."

Bowen asked again. “What’s a 10% profit on 10 million?”

Yannick replied casually. "1000000."

Bowen thought for a moment and nodded. "It seems pretty good. But I don't have that much money. I have to go back and ask my dad for it."

His last words seemed to wake everyone up, and they all nodded.

When Bowen returned home, he happened to see his father sitting on the sofa in the living room reading the newspaper, and he couldn't wait to ask. "Dad, do we have money at home?"

Old Bowen replied simply without raising his head. "No."

"Oh." Bowen grabbed a handful of biscuits on the coffee table and ate them.

After waiting for a while, there was no follow-up from his son, which made Old Bao En a little curious. "Why do you ask? You don't have any money to spend?"

Bowen chewed biscuits and said vaguely. "It's nothing. Yannick called us over just now and wanted to borrow some money."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to borrow money? This is something new, Old Bowen put down the newspaper in his hand and asked. "How much to borrow?"

"At least ten million dollars."

Ten million dollars? Old Bowen couldn't help but gasped. "What does he need so much money for?" He knew his son's virtue very well. His son and his friends, including the current Crown Prince, usually just lived and drank. But after the last incident, Mr. Yannick didn't know what he wanted to do. Last time, he acquired several companies that were about to go bankrupt, and this time he borrowed 10 million US dollars?

Bowen shook his head blankly. "I don't know, Yannick didn't say. But he said that the money would be repaid at the beginning of 1930, with a 10% profit."

Old Bowen thought for a while and asked. "When will your Highness want it?"

"Recently."

Old Bowen nodded. "I understand, go in and sleep."

"Oh, good night, Dad."

After Bowen returned to his bedroom, Old Bowen picked up the cigar on the coffee table, lit it and fell into deep contemplation.