Manhattan Reborn 1978

Texas.

Sunny morning.

About 37 kilometers north of downtown Houston is the Houston International Airport.

The entire Coleman family, led by David Sr., came to the airport to greet Polly and two very cute little dolls who flew from Hawaii.

Although David Sr. and his wife Sierra did not have much resistance to their son's desire to accept little Bernice and little Lindsay, who were born to Polly and her ex-husband.

But after all, these two children are not of his son's blood. From an emotional point of view, it is acceptable, but from a rational point of view, there may be a little worry. .

However, David did not let his two closest relatives keep their words to themselves. .

On the way to the airport, he specifically asked his father to drive and took his mother to sit in the back seat. The family of three talked about everything~

Including most of his business plans, as well as his emotions and choices for Susan, Polly, and Cui Yingying, his tolerance and acceptance of Zina and Elena, and the personal attitudes of other women around him, etc. wait.

Old David, who had never had a lot of luck with women in his life, deliberately slowed down the car and drove a little distractedly while observing the "love saint" son's "performance" in the rearview mirror. .

Sierra's mother may have talked about these things with her son more than once, and her ability to accept (resist) is obviously much stronger. She only specifically clicked on her son when the topic came to having children.

David smiled and once again assured his "nagging" mother that he would work hard to "cultivate and sow" and let his parents hold a "little baby" of his own blood as soon as possible ~

. . .

In front of the busy airport.

After some inquiries, I learned that the plane Polly and the others took did not arrive as scheduled and would be about 40 minutes late.

David simply led his family into the airport hall and walked around to see what was new. .

Then he led everyone into the coffee shop and drank a cup of coffee that tasted good and was reasonably priced~

Old David and his wife had never drank coffee in an airport cafe. After tasting it today, they felt that they might never forget it in their lifetime. .

Sisters Salonia and Loisa also feel that if airport cafes sell these "inferior products", perhaps only those passengers who are willing to be "ripoffed" will patronize them. .

. . .

While David was joking and playing with the lively "braces girl" Loisa, the one-eyed Andres sitting next to him suddenly saw a group of acquaintances passing by in the distance.

He stared at the group of people for a few seconds to make sure he was right, then stood up and walked to David and whispered.

After hearing this, David looked towards the crowd he was pointing at, and sure enough he saw Livlin's figure.

Among the people standing in front of her, the most conspicuous one was Livlin's father, California tycoon Piro Jan Cherov.

Old Cherov? !

David looked at the figures of several people from a distance, tilted his head and frowned, thought for a while, and felt that he should take the initiative to say hello.

. . .

"Hi~ Livlin!"

David walked alone not far from the old Cherovs and his daughter, waved his hands and said loudly.

"Huh?" Livlin, who didn't know David was coming to pick him up at the airport today, turned around and saw his expression of surprise and asked.

"What are you...?"

David walked forward slowly, smiled and nodded to old Cherov, and explained: "My family and I came to pick him up."

"Uncle Cherov, are you leaving?"

"Uh..." Livlin looked back at her father and the people around him, blinked, shrugged, and said nothing.

When old Cherov heard that he was "named" by David, he smiled and waved to the people around him, made an invitation gesture to David, and took the lead to walk to the tall floor-to-ceiling window not far away.

David threw a strange questioning look at Livlin.

Livlin curled her lips and said she was helpless, lowered her head and drew circles with her toes. .

David stepped forward somewhat confused about the situation, followed old Cherov to the bright large floor-to-ceiling window, and asked.

"You haven't had any rest these days?"

"..." Old Cherov didn't answer, he quietly looked out the window at the lawn and the runway and asked. .

"Do you know Andrei Kostolani?·"

David was stunned for a moment, nodded and replied: "I have only heard of his name, and the nickname people gave him, the Stock Market Professor."

"Yes, it's him."

Old Cherov looked around, walked to an unoccupied small table, sat down, motioned for David to sit opposite him, and smiled.

"Our meeting here was not by chance."

"I learned from Livlin that you were coming to pick up the plane, so I specially adjusted my schedule and came to see you."

"Because only in this way can I be more natural with you... chat alone~"

"Oh...?" David, who was still in a relaxed mood, re-entered the "combat readiness state", leaned forward, and waited quietly.

Old Cherov obviously didn't want to waste his time and said directly.

"On September 1939, 9, when Germany launched war against Poland, I made my first pot of gold from the coal reselling business."

"Since the United States only entered the war at the end of 41, I spent the past two years traveling across the Atlantic Ocean conducting international trade, and accumulated a fortune that would make me laugh even in my dreams."

“I’m not the only one who’s made a fortune!”

"In those two years, as long as traders were more courageous, they basically made astonishing profits from the war."

"There are also many extremely greedy traders who turned into speculators during the war, speculating and betting with others everywhere."

"Towards the end of the war, I accidentally heard from a friend... that there was actually a group of crazy speculators who went to London to secretly purchase the stocks of various companies before Germany was ready to attack the British mainland. They wanted to do a lot of damage after the war. Make a fortune..."

"What crazy greed...ah!"

"However, if I had been braver and secretly bought some stocks..."

"Ha ha·"

Old Cherov crossed his legs, as if he had returned to the memory of decades ago, and spoke in a low voice with an exclamatory smile.

"Post-war Europe is full of business opportunities and gold for me!"

"As one of the defeated countries, Italy still has the foundation of its traditional textile industry, but some workers were forced to join the army and were unable to start work due to lack of manpower."

"I contacted old Morgan and his cousin Wiesler, and asked their two banks to give me loans and quickly invested in nearly half of the textile production companies in Italy."

"Three years!"

“It only took me three years to pay off all the loans.”

"Three years later, I sold these textile companies at a price that was ten times more than the investment."

"My total personal assets have exceeded [-] million yuan for the first time."

"..." When David heard this, he inevitably cursed in his heart.

The old Cherov was already a billionaire in the sixth year after the war. .

What now?

More than a billion?Billions? !

Emm. .

Old Cherov's eyes slowly became calm with a hint of heat. Seeing David's expression, he chuckled.

"The situation I was in at that time was somewhat similar to the situation you are in now..."

"It's just that I'm very unfamiliar with the financial industry, especially the image of a banker left to me by old Morgan and Wiesler, which is not very good."

"So I returned to California. While funding several promising friends to run for Congress, I also secured a large number of infrastructure orders from the state and federal governments."

"In the 50s, my construction company was responsible for a quarter of all non-highway roads in California."

"Including the major highways connecting San Francisco, Los Angeles and Las Vegas, as well as nearly half of the vacation home communities in coastal areas of California, my real estate development company is responsible for the development and my construction company undertakes the construction."

"In addition to the real estate industry, I have also invested in the renovation and construction of ocean-going trade port projects, the construction of the largest medical supplies manufacturing enterprise in the West, the largest oil refinery and the largest chain of gas stations in California, etc."

"I have traveled frequently between Dallas and Houston in recent days, also for the two newly acquired refineries, to contact and purchase enough crude oil spot to reserve in advance for the expansion of production~"

coming!

When David heard that old Cherov finally got to the "main topic", he quickly smiled and asked: "Then... did it go well for you this time?"

"What do you say?"

Old Cherov raised his eyebrows with a half-smile: "Aren't you very aware of the recent fluctuations in oil prices?"

"Haha..." David bared his teeth and smiled dryly, then changed the topic and said.

"I heard Livlin mention that you also hold certain shares in Wells Fargo and Bank of America?"

"Yes~"

"Those are all to help Bloomer's father, Walton Sr., so I invested some..."

"Do you want to?"

"I can transfer it to you at the market price!"

"Oh?"

David opened his eyes wide with interest and asked, "Are you kidding?"

"Um.."

Old Cherov smiled and raised his index finger: "For [-] million yuan, all my shares in the two banks will be yours!"

"Hi~"

"make a deal!"

"Hahaha ~ deal!!" Old Cherov looked at the "decisive" David with bright eyes, and the admiration in his expression almost became "substantial". .

David let out a sigh of relief as he felt that he had gotten a big deal, and asked with a relaxed smile: "Is it because you have insufficient liquidity on hand that...?"

"No!"

Old Cherov seemed to have lost the "tense" feeling just now, and said with a relaxed smile: "I don't want my son to hang around with those bankers who eat people but don't spit out their bones all day long anymore~"

"Uh..." David was speechless.

Old Cherov tilted his head, raised his eyebrows towards his daughter Livlin not far away, and said with a smile: "That tall and thin boy who is unsmiling is the son I am most optimistic about at the moment."

David turned his head and glanced at the son whom old Cherov said he was most optimistic about. He thought for a moment and asked, "Sorry~ I haven't mentioned it to Livlin before. How many children do you have?"

"Huh~?"

Old Cherov squeezed his eyes in a funny way and asked: "What? If I had a daughter of the same age as you, you..."

"No, no, no!"

David was so "scared" that he quickly raised his hands, "surrendered" and said with a bitter smile: "I didn't mean that...I swear!"

"Hahaha~"

Old Cherov was amused and laughed, and said with a hint of regret in his eyes.

"You don't need to know all of my children."

"I'm very satisfied if you can become good friends with Livlin."

"When you and Lilith officially hold your wedding, I will directly give you half of the shares of Maybelline under Livlin's name as a gift!"

"No, no need...really no need..."

David felt some sweat on his head and continued to wave his hands: "I just couldn't figure it out just now. You should not be short of these working capital. How could you suddenly resell bank shares?"

"Hehe~"

Seeing that "little fox" David actually changed the subject again, old Cherov's relaxed expression softened a little, and he smiled seriously and said: "If you have any questions, just ask them directly."

"We don't have much time."

"ok~"

David glanced down at his watch and asked cheerfully: "You are also joining...speculating on crude oil spot?"

Old Cherov showed the half-smiling expression just now, nodded and said: "That's right~"

“However, I mainly want to hoard a batch of cheap crude oil for my refinery to avoid shutdowns and production shutdowns due to rising costs like during the last oil crisis.”

"Oh.."

David habitually hung the green stubble on his chin with his fingers, frowned and asked, "Is this kind of situation common in China recently?"

"Correct!"

"Then your main purchasing channel is...?"

Old Cherov was silent for a few seconds, then lowered his voice and replied: "Except for crude oil purchase channels, I have no other channels where I can buy cheap spot crude oil."

"Um...that's why you came to find me?"

"Correct!"

"Is it because of... the verbal agreement I reached with Vitol Company?"

"Correct!"

"Then why don't you contact Vitol?"

"They were able to reach a deal with Nakhodka Commercial Port before me. Shouldn't you value their ability to open channels more?"

"Hehe~"

Although old Cherov still had a smile on his lips, there was no smile in his eyes anymore, so he asked.

"Have you met Julie?"

"Didn't he tell you?"

"What did you say? No!" David looked confused, saying that he really didn't know.

Old Cherov observed him silently for a few seconds, nodded slightly and said: "It seems that they are very relieved about you~"

"Uh..." David had a question mark on his forehead, spreading his hands and waiting for the "answer" to be revealed.

Old Cherov was not someone who liked to beat around the bush and said directly: "Old Morgan had accumulated more than 11 million barrels of crude oil spot in November last year."

"His cousins ​​Julie and Wisler also joined forces to hoard a large amount of crude oil spot in Europe."

"Coupled with the largest crude oil production and processing company in the country, Rockefeller..."

"There are also some international speculators with keen sense of smell who are also following the trend and hoarding goods..."

"You said, will oil prices continue to fall?"

"..." David scratched his chin with his fingers, his brain turned on the "high-speed overclocking" state, and he pursed his lips and whispered.

"Leslie and Livlyn, come to Houston...too...?"

"That's right~"

The regret in old Cherov's eyes became stronger and he whispered.

"David Sr. is in New York, Lewis is in California, and Jay and one of Peter Peterson's assistants are in Europe."

(Jay-John Rockefeller IV, Leslie's cousin. His father, Rockefeller III, died in a traffic accident in 78. Peter Peterson, the new chairman of the Council on Foreign Relations (cfr), was cultivated by Rockefeller III. Peter De Peterson was also one of the important guests at the wedding of John D. Rockefeller IV.)

"That's why Leslie asked to come to Houston after attending his grandfather Nelson's funeral."

"Yeah~ I understand." David slowly came up with a vague answer in his heart, exhaled and smiled.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome~"

Old Cherov lowered his head and glanced at his watch, a "bad-hearted" smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and whispered.

"The flight you are going to take will be delayed by 10 to [-] minutes. I found someone to do it on purpose!"

"Uh...?!" David didn't understand, and waited in confusion.

The "bad smile" on the corner of old Cherov's mouth became more obvious: "Because Mag Ludwig was also on that plane!"

"Only if we have negotiated cooperation in advance, and when you meet Mag, we will re-formulate the next cooperation plan, right?"

"..." David couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth a few times, and said with a wry smile.

"Is it because of Austin Parker?"

"Correct!"

"That bastard investigated me, didn't you know?"

"I..." David was speechless.

Old Cherov saw David showing a funny look, and suddenly put away his smile, leaned forward slightly, and asked.

"Last time you sent Bloomer's father, Old Walton, to the airport and had a few words with him... right?"

"I'm going to get on the plane this time too and get ready to leave~"

"Aren't you going to say something?"

"I.."

David felt that the pores all over his body were undergoing several rounds of "violent contraction" in an instant, but he did not dare to "scream" out, so he said with an even more bitter smile.

"Don't you... dislike bankers and speculators?"

"Who said that?"

"Did I say so?"

Old Cherov seemed to be suffering from "amnesia" and waved his hands with a smile: "Is there any difference between international traders and international speculators?"

"Uh...yes!"

"You're right~"

"They're all just for making money, how could there be any difference?" David nodded in agreement and said flatteringly.

"Hehe~"

Old Cherov chuckled and once again let David experience the "power" of "face-changing" and said.

"Livlin repeated to me almost word for word what you said at Whistler Manor in London~"

"She hasn't remembered anything I said since she was a child, but she just remembered it..."

"stop!"

"Uncle! Please spare me!!"

"Oh?"

Old Cherov would not give up this great opportunity today and asked as if he was "pursuing and fighting hard".

"You, Lilith, and Laura...are you serious about having fun?"

"No! No! Don't get me wrong!" David felt as big as two heads at the moment, his lips were dry and he was embarrassed, and he whispered in a low voice.

"Although I am very greedy and carefree..."

"But I don't fall in love with everyone I meet...!"

"Livlin and Leslie are a perfect match, and their relationship is very good~"

"You still...please spare me!"

"Humph~"

Old Cherov snorted from his nose with a hint of dissatisfaction: "That boy Leslie doesn't understand Livlin at all!"

"It's hard for them to be together for long..."

"I can't either!"

"Leslie is my best friend too and I would never do something like this..."

"I have enough women around me, Livlin absolutely cannot tolerate it!"

"..." Old Cherov tilted his head deliberately and stared at David sideways, with a sneer on his lips and said nothing.

David wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand, blinked, and changed the subject.

"Look, if you want to invest... how about investing in my fund company?"

"I guarantee that your investment will double in one year and tenfold in ten years!"

"Oh~? You mean compound interest?"

"Uh...simple interest!"

“Invest [-] million, and you’ll get [-] billion in ten years.” When David heard the word compound interest, he quickly added another explanation.

Old Cherov turned his head, looked at David for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "I'll think about it."

"Ok!"

David relaxed as if relieved and said with a smile: "I... will tell you a few more words from my heart~"

"Actually, spot crude oil is not the best investment opportunity this year."

"The best investment opportunities will have to wait until the Federal Reserve will slowly pay the water."

Old Cherov understood what he meant and asked thoughtfully: "You mean... futures?"

"Correct!"

“To be more precise, some commodity futures and foreign exchange futures.”

"Um.."

Old Cherov glanced at his daughter Livlin who was about to come over, stood up, straightened his coat, and asked.

"You kid...who are you targeting again?"

"Hehe~"

David seemed to shrug his shoulders as if he was not aware of Livlin who was getting closer and closer behind him: "Anyway, I didn't keep an eye on your daughter."

"Hahaha~" Old Cherov laughed.

"Hey!" Livlin opened her eyes in an unladylike manner, stretched out her hand and pinched David's arm and asked.

"What did you say?"

"Come on~ tell me again!"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, it hurts!"

"I've been praising you just now, I didn't say anything~"

"Humph!" Livlin raised her head proudly and asked her father sideways.

"Are you here again...?"

"Hehe~"

The old Cherov ignored his daughter's "questioning" and waved to David: "I will contact you again in a few days."

"Okay~ I'm always waiting for your call!"

"..." Seeing both of them starting to "riddle", Livlin glared at them angrily, turned around and left.

David held his forehead with his hand and watched the troublesome father and daughter go away, but he didn't feel relaxed in his heart.

Traders and speculators. .

Vitol Corporation. .

This is a super whirlpool of all kinds of troubles!

Mag. .Can you handle it?

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Europe.

Paris France.

Evening~

In front of a Gothic four-story building by the Seine River.

Otis Parker stood on the side of the street and turned his head to glance at the quietly flowing Seine River. He did not feel as excited or uneasy as he imagined. .

"Let's go in." Bill Gutherland locked the car door, looked up at the window on the third floor of the building, and said.

"Hmm~" Mr. Parker gently waved the civility stick in his hand and followed Bill into the building.