Cyrusngoo

21 century Wall Street financial analyst Victoria Clarke travels to the American South in 1861 in a car accident and becomes the infamous widow Eleanor Van der Lyn-a serpentine woman recorded in history as having been “hanged by the neck on the eve of the inauguration of Abraham Lincoln for treason”. Lincoln on the eve of his inauguration for treason”. She looks in the mirror at her original character's flaming lips and waist, and sneers, “A villain? No, I'll make both the North and South kneel and tremble under my skirt!”
Clutching the mysterious diary left behind by the original owner in her left hand (which records the dirty dealings between the Southern aristocrats and the Northern politicians), and carrying the three mysterious “adopted sons” in her right hand (which are actually the artificial war machines in the Southern secret laboratories), Eleanor kicked away Alexander Hawthorne, the plantation owner who tries to control her by marriage, and threw the champagne into her hand, and then kicked her out of the room. Hawthorne, who pours champagne on a slave-state legislator's marriage agreement: “I have only two rules for parenting: teach my children to level slave estates with dynamite, and teach them to turn Northern generals with love letters.”
--When the New York Times ridiculed her as a “slut stirring up the war through nepotism,” she took her adopted children to burn cotton fields live and force Lincoln to sign the Early Emancipation Proclamation; when Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, which was featured in the Washington Post. When Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, making headlines in the Washington Post: “Thanks to the arms sent by the enemy, I am now the first female arms dealer and interim Secretary of State of the United States of America.

Reborn as the Iron Queen: Love and Gunpowder in the Civil War

Eleanor unlocked the encrypted journal with Dr. Voss's severed finger, and fluorescent writing suddenly emerged from the yellowed pages, "July 12, 1861, 300% premium on cotton futures in Charleston Harbor - short it with a 21st-century model of a Federal Reserve rate hike. " She stared at the cotton bales piled high in the plantation warehouse and suddenly ripped her girdle open and let loose a laugh that startled the dodo roosting outside the window.

"Babies, time to change your homework." She dragged her three foster children into the den and drew K-line charts on the mirror with lipstick. The oldest, CSA-01, stared at the volatility curve, his mechanical pupils flashing binary blue, "Mom, this game called 'Leveraged Shorting'...it's more fun than blowing up an arsenal."

Three days later, the Georgia Commodity Exchange is crowded with eight-bearded speculators, and Eleanor enters wearing a black veil, as the electronic screen (a pseudo-technology converted by the Travelers from a telegraph) is showing the price of cotton rising to $1.20 per pound. She slaps the full deed in front of the trader, "Ten times leverage, short the August futures contract."

"Ma'am, are you crazy?" The pot-bellied chairman of the exchange snickered, "With the North blockading the Mississippi, cotton will only..."

His words were interrupted by the sudden intrusion of his adopted sons, CSA-02 climbed up onto the trading counter and dripped nitro-glycerine spit onto the quote sheet, "Mama says when all the fools are chasing the bulls...," CSA-03 picked up, "it's time to detonate their crotches. "

That night, Eleanor anonymously breaks the news to the New York Times, using a telegraph stolen from the lab: the British textile mills have enough stockpiles to last three years. Early the next morning, cotton futures plummeted 60 percent, and she made enough gold to buy the entire Georgia Cavalry Regiment. While bankrupt slaveholders hanged themselves in front of the exchange, she was teaching her children to build dominoes out of gold bars: "Remember, capital never sleeps-but a leek's life is lighter than cotton."

Chapter 3: Wall Street Shorting Bloodshed in Cotton Futures