Manhattan Reborn 1978

Southeast Texas, Houston.

West of downtown, 19 Piney Point Village, Piney Point Village, Memorial District.

Afternoon~

David sat in the back seat and watched the driver One-Eyed Andres get out of the car, turned to Mag Ludweis beside him, and said.

"According to your observation, Kihara Nobunari should be fine?"

"Yes."

"understood."

"Whoo~"

David took a deep breath, shook his head slightly and said, "I will ask the beetle and gardener to cooperate with you in collecting more intelligence information."

"The end of the game is to find a balance of interests that satisfies both parties and achieve win-win cooperation!"

"So, let Toshiki Wada stay in New York for a few days."

"When you are ready, I will call him and have a chat."

"ok~"

Mag leaned back relaxedly and asked: "If the negotiation can be successful this time, will you still send Yuri and Marat to the island country?"

"Yeah~what?"

"You think they're inappropriate?"

"No!"

Ma Ge smiled and spread his hands: "I have no experience in doing business..."

"experience?"

"I don't have any experience either!"

"Haha~" Mag didn't believe David's "nonsense" and curled his lips.

"What you said... do you believe it yourself?"

"Um..." David touched his nose, changed the topic decisively, and asked.

"Suppose you buy a few pairs of socks that are very comfortable to wear, but you find that one pair has holes after only wearing it for a few days."

"What would you do?"

"...??" Mager tilted his head, showing a question-marked expression on his face, and said hesitantly.

"I will...throw it away~"

"What else can I do with my ripped socks?"

"Ha~ no, no!" David shook his head and waved his hands.

"If it were me, I wouldn't just throw away the socks."

"I make sure the sock with the hole is unwearable before throwing it away."

"Then, keep the other one as a spare..."

"Because if there are holes in the next pair of socks, I can just use them!"

Mag's facial features were squeezed into the word "囧", he raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

David raised a finger to Mag and explained with a smile: "There is actually a small loophole in the question I just raised that people generally ignore."

"These pairs of socks were purchased on the same day in the same store..."

"Now that you've worn out one pair of socks, does the chance of wearing out another pair decrease?"

"No!"

"From a risk control perspective, the probability of you wearing out another pair of socks will increase exponentially!"

"Even if you realize that you are unlikely to wear out a new pair of socks anytime soon, you should keep the unbroken one as a reserve."

“This approach is what economics often calls the rational allocation of resources and risk management.”

David looked at the "confused" expression on Mag's face and said with a bad smile.

"Let's do it again~"

“If this question is left to an entrepreneur who is very good at operating cost management, it can be answered.”

"He may seriously consider whether he will choose to buy socks of the same brand and quality from the perspective of cost management and risk control."

"Because once, there may be countless times."

"If you were an entrepreneur, would you bet on the probability of holes in your next pair of socks?"

"Maybe, maybe not~"

"Because in gambling, you win and you lose."

"You won the bet, as you should."

"But if you lose the bet, it means you have lost an extra pair of socks that are of poor quality and are not durable."

"So, your wisest thing to do is to find a way to return the remaining pairs of new socks and buy a few more pairs of socks with more reliable quality."

"This is what is often mentioned in the field of economics...the invisible hand."

"..." Mag couldn't help but rolled his eyes and sneered at David's serious "nonsense" remarks.

"Economist... ha!?"

"When your masterpiece is published, I will definitely collect it and leave it to my son so that he can study hard."

"Hahaha~" David happily raised his middle finger and changed the topic.

"Tell Marat to have more contact with Popov in the past few days."

"If we continue to cooperate with the Nakhodka Commercial Port, in addition to meeting Vitol's needs, we can also purchase a batch of spot crude oil."

"You don't have to worry too much about the price."

“The more goods we have, the more opportunities we have!”

"Hmm~"

Mag stopped his joking attitude and asked.

"Who do you want to sell this to?"

"Old Cherov?"

"Okay~"

"As long as the price is fair, who can I sell it to?"

"Even if Davis Leahy wants to buy something, we'll do it~"

“When we are a middleman, we must have a middleman’s mindset.”

"The costs and benefits are not worth the rolling accumulation speed of funds!"

"I understand..." Mag nodded, thought for a while and asked.

“So how do you want to solve our temporary inventory problem?”

"Are you going to seek help from the Yasuda family?"

"No~"

David suddenly glanced at the door of his mentor's house as if aware of it, thought for a moment, and whispered.

"As for the temporary storage of crude oil spot, it can be easily solved."

"We just need to rent a few large-tonnage ocean tankers and float them on the high seas."

"Whoever wants to buy goods, we will let the tanker go wherever~"

"Um...Is this okay?"

"Yeah~ Why not?"

"Which country has stipulated that oil tankers cannot float on the high seas for several months?"

"..." Mag was speechless by David's rhetorical question.

David took a deep breath, spread his hands helplessly and said, "Actually, in the final analysis, our own strength is still insufficient."

"If it were old Cherov, he would definitely be able to solve this problem better."

Mag also took a deep breath and looked down at his fingertips: "Maybe~"

"But why don't you just go to old Cherov and talk about cooperation?"

"Don't you trust him?"

"...Can't talk about it~"

David quickly recalled several meetings and conversations he had with old Cherov, and whispered with a strange expression.

"Professor Bartlet also said that I am similar to him in some ways..."

"But I can't understand him... just like I often feel I don't understand myself~"

"..." Mag turned his head and glanced at David, who was deep in thought. After waiting for a while, he patted his shoulder.

"relax!"

"Hmm..." David raised his wrist and looked at his watch and said.

"Plans can never keep up with changes."

"I think too much now, it's useless..."

"When you return to New York, bring me a message to Toshiki Wada."

"Those who can't hear the music think the dancers are crazy~"

Ma Ge silently "tasted" this sentence for a while, nodded and said: "Okay, I will bring it."

"ok~"

David opened the car door, stood on the street and asked, smiling, "Remember to say hello to Janet for me."

"I am the child's godfather!"

"Hahaha~ I will!"

----

Northwest of Houston, eastern suburbs of the small city of Hempstead.

Polly sat in the living room with a microphone and listened to the company's operating conditions in recent days. She expressed a few more opinions to Ben Whitcott, the eldest brother of the "Three Brothers" on the other side of the microphone, and then put it down. Telephone.

In a restaurant not far away.

Elena Mesa was wearing an ordinary housewife's home clothes, lowering her head and knitting a sweater seriously, which caught Polly's attention.

She put away the notebook in her hand, walked to the window of the dining room, looked at the children who were playing around Mother Sera and sisters Salonia and Loisa in the backyard, and then glanced at the children standing not far outside the window. Chasida, the maid, asked in a low voice.

"Don't you feel bored?"

"No~" Elena glanced at Polly's back and smiled without stopping.

"I've always wanted to live a quiet life."

"Like... now!"

"Yes!"

"..." Polly was silent.

Elena seemed to have guessed some of her thoughts, lowered her head and continued to knit the sweater seriously and smiled.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about me at all, let alone David."

"When he faced my temptation, he almost couldn't hold it back a few times, but in the end he did nothing~"

"So I think you should be more worried about those girls who are willing to be around David but don't actively show their emotions at all."

Polly crossed her arms across her chest, looked at Chasida again, and whispered: "You mean Chasida?"

"Or...Milanla?"

Elena did not answer the question directly, but said: "I have seen all the clean girls, they are not easy to deceive!"

"..." When Polly heard this, she turned around and looked at Elena for a moment, then walked to her and sat down next to her.

"What about you?"

"I?"

Elena picked up the wool with her little finger and said with a smile: "I am different from them, but I am the same as you."

"We are all fools who are willing to be deceived by him..."

Polly twitched the corners of her mouth and reached out to take an adventure group: "Even if you are cheated... so what?"

"Are there any men who don't lie to women?"

"Haha~" Elena nodded in agreement and gestured to Polly out the window with her eyes.

"There's something wrong with Chasida's state after returning this time."

"Are you aware of it?"

"Hmm~"

"What are you going to do?"

"Let it be."

"..." Elena raised her eyebrows and asked teasingly.

"What about me?"

"Also let nature take its course?"

Polly played with the ball of wool with her fingertips, shook her head slightly and said, "You're wrong!"

"The person who gives you the biggest headache is not me."

"..." Elena stopped knitting a sweater, tilted her head and looked at Polly for a while, and sighed softly.

"He is so lucky to meet you..."

"Oh?"

Polly suddenly held the ball of wool in her hand and said with a smile: "Any so-called luck is relative!"

"Aren't you very lucky to meet him?"

"..." Elena and Polly looked at each other and laughed silently.

----

The other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

Europe, Paris.

night~

By the Seine.

Odis Parker and Bill Gutfreund, who had been running around all day, sat in the slightly empty living room, looking at the tired-looking Karnes Rothschild, waiting.

Karnes rubbed his forehead with his hands and whispered: "What we have to consider now is if Iran gradually stabilizes and resumes production, will Khomeini continue to work with the United States as he did in Paris?" The government maintains a relatively close... state?"

Bill glanced at the "unusually" silent Mr. Parker and asked, "What do you think?"

Mr. Parker glanced at the frowning Carnes and slowly talked about another thing: "Will H. Somerset, Duke of Beaufort, holds the car brands Rolls-Royce and Bentley. My boss is interested."

"...?" Karnes looked at Bill, not understanding what he meant.

Bill reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth and lowered his head, coughed slightly and explained: "He said he would come with me this time and would only be responsible for providing information and would not express any personal views or opinions."

"so.."

Karnes curled his lips in a funny way and looked at Mr. Parker: "Did that bastard David send you here to spy on me?"

Mr. Parker asked unceremoniously: "Isn't it necessary?"

"None of the investment he gave you belongs to him!"

"Uh...!!" Kanes was speechless.

Bill snickered on the side and continued: "Well...Otis, you can't say that either!"

"We are also following the plan discussed with David..."

Mr. Paco looked at Bill with an indifferent expression and asked sharply: "Plan?"

"In his plan, does he ask you to go to various banks to make over-mortgage loans and superimpose capital leverage?"

"If the annual loan interest exceeds 10%, shouldn't the bank take some restrictive measures against you in order to avoid risks?"

Bill, who had been quietly observing Karnes' expression, quickly said: "David never told me about this!"

Mr. Parker glanced at him coldly, smiled silently and said, "Just because he doesn't say it doesn't mean he doesn't know the huge risks involved!"

"The spot price of international crude oil has jumped directly from 15 yuan to 25 to 30 yuan a month ago."

“Everyone can see the huge speculative opportunities that exist inside, and this market will become increasingly chaotic and complex.”

"Now, you are maximizing the investment risks that should be avoided. If oil prices continue to drop suddenly in the next few days..."

"Will the banks that grant you loans sit back and watch as oil prices fall and the risks of handing out loans continue to increase?"

"In order to resist the risks brought by falling oil prices, you have no choice but to clear out and sell off part of your inventory~"

Mr. Parker looked directly at Carnes: "That's why you asked Bill to go to David to invest, increase the total amount of funds in your hands, and let the bank see that you are prepared for the possible drop in oil prices. "

Karnes, whose inner thoughts were "mercilessly revealed" by Mr. Parker, turned slightly red, pursed his lips, and lowered his head while breathing quickly.

He was silent for a few minutes, and just when Bill was about to say something, he whispered.

"What about the information?"

"Information obtained from your intelligence channels...will oil prices fall in the near future?"

Mr. Parker's eyes flashed with a hint of excitement that was not easily noticeable, and he nodded slowly.

"Whether Iran can fulfill its public commitments to the outside world and restart crude oil export trade before the end of this month...it doesn't actually matter!"

"Because even if Khomeini calms down the domestic chaos and allows crude oil production companies to quickly resume operations, Iran will not be able to return to 500 million barrels of crude oil exports per day in just half a month."

"Another important factor in the rise in oil prices is... OPEC oil-producing countries have reached a consensus, and none of them are willing to increase domestic crude oil exports. As a result, the demand gap for international crude oil spot continues to expand over time, which will cause oil prices to rise sharply. Falling situation.”

"So, for these oil-producing countries, regardless of whether Iran can resume crude oil exports in the short term, they will not let their interests be harmed."

"They may even appropriately reduce their own country's crude oil exports, causing a further expansion of the demand gap in the market, in order to attract speculators to enter the market and create a new round of crazy speculation on oil prices!"

"Yeah..." A small fire ignited in Kanes's eyes again, and he took a long breath, as if he wanted to release all the pressure he had endured in his heart in recent days, nodded and smiled.

"I will talk to those banks tomorrow to reduce the final investment leverage to about 5 million yuan to ensure that we have enough funds on hand to resist risks."

Mr. Parker glanced at the "relieved" Bill, nodded, and said nothing.

Kanes relaxed and lay back on the sofa, looked at the gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling, and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"How could he have thought of sending you?"

"..."

"Hehe~ Okay!"

"Perhaps, he sent you here because he knew I wouldn't have a strong dislike for you...right?"

"..."

"Hey~"

"That bastard who seems to have everything planned for him~"

"He really understands me..."

"Bill, you said..."

"How about I introduce my cousin Pasia to him?"

"If he becomes my brother-in-law..."

"Hey hey hey~"

Bill couldn't help rolling his eyes crazily and complained: "Your Uncle Schroeder will definitely beat you into a pig's head with his own hands!"

"Uh..." Karnes blinked, was stunned for a few seconds, and laughed.

"let it go."

"Tsk~ What a pity!"

"what a pity!!"

When Mr. Parker heard this conversation between the two of them, the figure of Schroeder F. Rothschild emerged in his mind, and he silently wrote it down.

Pasia? !