Manhattan Reborn 1978

Southeast Texas, Houston.

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

after lunch.

Mr. Tianniu walked into the study with a briefcase and whispered to David, who was standing by the window in silence.

"The documents sent to you by the gardener have arrived."

"Hmm..." David asked as he took the briefcase from the beetle.

"Have the arrangements been made for Marat and the others?"

The beetle walked to the side and sat down, nodded and said: "I will send them to a hotel in the city center, which is not far from Davis Leahy's residence."

"They have arranged to have dinner together."

"Um.."

"Any more news?"

"Yes!"

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the beetle's mouth: "Odis Parker followed Carnes and met Mr. Whisler G. Morgan."

"Although they have not yet reached a cooperation agreement, Odis Parker believes that Carnes will definitely accept Mr. Wisler's conditions and reach cooperation."

"However, he was frequently in trouble by an old friend in London..."

"So he might be in a bad mood recently~"

David looked through the information and smiled: "Old friend, who hasn't?"

“As long as they don’t overdo it, it’s a spice of life.”

"Haha~" The beetle felt very funny about David's "interest".

He shook his head slightly and said: "If that guy had appeared in London a few hundred years ago... countless people would have thrown gloves at him!"

"What...has he done? To make so many people hate him?"

"Haha~" The beetle didn't want to talk too much and arouse the jealousy of that crazy person, so he changed the topic and asked.

"Did you get a call just now?"

"Ok!"

David looked at the information in his hand, nodded and said, "Livlin has already gone to pick up his father, he should be here soon."

"Then what are you going to talk to him about this time?"

"Of course it's cooperation!"

David shook the information in his hand and said with a smile: "He sold me the stocks of two banks, and I will also give him a big gift!"

"Um...is there anything else you need me to do?"

"Not for now."

"Go and rest, thank you!"

"Okay~" Mr. Tianniu nodded, stood up and left.

. . .

After about half an hour.

Mr. Cherov, the California tycoon, was sitting in Professor Bartley's study. He waved his hand to his daughter Livlin with a relaxed expression, indicating that he wanted to talk to David alone. .

Livlin shrugged at David, gave him a look of "asking for blessings", turned around and left.

David seemed to be very confident about the meeting between the two of them. He put the information that Mr. Tianniu brought just now in front of old Cherov and said with a smile.

"You take a look at this first, and then we'll talk."

"Um.."

Old Cherov picked up the information and looked through it curiously for a while, then frowned slightly and asked, "Cushing?"

"Yes!"

"As you watch, I'll introduce it to you."

"Oklahoma, in northern Texas."

"In 1902, the Eastern Oklahoma Railroad was built to the town of Cushing."

"In 1903, the Missouri, Kansas & Texas Railroad Company began rail transportation service at Cushing."

"The great oil discovery in March 1912 made Cushing an important oil production and refining center and railway transportation hub in the United States."

"In just a few years, 23 oil companies, 5 oil field supply points and more than 50 refineries have attracted operations around the town,"

"In 1915, oil production in the Cushing area reached its peak at 830 million barrels per year."

"The large amount of oil output and Cushing's unique geographical location have gradually attracted the attention of major oil companies, and they have invested in the establishment of underground oil pipeline networks and storage facilities."

"However, due to the limited oil exploration methods at the time, Cushing's oil production has been declining since 1916."

"Around the 50s, as the oil fields in the Cushing area were depleted, the refineries around it closed one after another, and the railway operators were also preparing to stop operating this unprofitable line."

When David said this, he pointed at the information that old Cherov was reading and smiled.

"But the most important legacy left by the oil boom to Cushing is one that everyone seems to have ignored."

"Shell's oil pipeline terminals and more than 30 large oil storage tanks, and these are just the oil storage tanks and oil pipelines of Shell."

"According to the statistics we have obtained, the existing crude oil storage capacity in Cushing Town is at least 2000 million barrels."

"Cushing's unique geographical location allows oil pipelines buried beneath it to connect north to Chicago, Lima, Ohio, and even Montreal, Canada."

"To the northwest, it could connect to Denver, Colorado, Anacortes near Seattle, and even Vancouver, Canada."

"To the south, the Seaway Pipeline in Cushing Town can lead directly to Houston, with a transportation capacity of more than 50 barrels per day!"

"The total transportation capacity of these existing pipelines is approximately 100 million barrels per day."

David carefully observed old Cherov's expression and reaction, paused for a moment, and then continued.

“I’ve been thinking about it since the last time you mentioned to me that you wanted to acquire an oil refinery~”

"Oil, as the core driving resource for a country's industrial development, if the government does not take the lead in carrying out large-scale strategic reserves, it will definitely fall into the crisis vortex of oil supply shortages again and again, causing irreparable losses!"

"But if there is no government to take the lead in doing this, people who want to invest will definitely not be willing to take huge risks and invest massive amounts of money and resources to set up a strategic oil reserve base."

"So if you want to accomplish this, you must wait patiently for the right time, and then find a few long-term and capable partners to make it happen..."

"Timing?" Old Cherov tilted his head and glanced at David, asking with a corner of his mouth.

"Is the oil crisis a good time?"

"Of course!"

"But, the oil crisis that is about to break out now is not the most suitable time yet."

"Oh?"

"Then tell me, when is the right time?"

David no longer had any smile on his face, looked at old Cherov seriously, raised his index finger and said.

"We have to wait until this oil crisis causes oil prices to rise to an incredible level~"

"We can start promoting...the New York Mercantile Exchange or the Chicago Mercantile Exchange to list crude oil futures contracts!"

"Then, make Cushing the designated delivery location for crude oil futures contracts."

David saw the twinkling eyes of old Cherov and a smile on his lips as he said, "You must be no stranger to crude oil."

"Its general storage life is about three years."

"One of Cushing's oil pipelines can go directly to Midland, the oil-producing town in western Texas."

"The last time you were here, you met Walker Pushk. Pushk owned an oil company in Midland."

Old Cherov couldn't help but smile and said with a smile: "You want me to buy their oil storage equipment and pipelines in Cushing from those oil companies?"

"No!"

"That would appear too deliberate and too obvious!"

David said with a smile: "If you don't want to continue to hold bank stocks, then you definitely won't refuse to buy the stocks of these oil companies...right?"

"Wait until you become one of their shareholders..."

"Haha~" Old Cherov looked at David and once again remembered the last time he met Blumer's father, Old Walton, and what he said about the boy.

The little slipper must be squeezed with all his might!

. . .

Old Cherov left very satisfied.

David stood on the side of the street, watching the car he was riding in go away, and slowly relaxed.

Let’s start planning now, the designated delivery place for WTI crude oil futures contract. .Is it early?

Obviously not!

If he doesn't want to try his best to make arrangements in advance now, he will want to "jump in the queue" based on his strength. .almost impossible!

Livlin, who did not go with her father, old Cherov, turned her head to look at David, who was completely relaxed, and complained with her lips curled up.

"What did you say to my father again?"

"He even looks at you weird..."

"Haha~" David looked around, narrowed his eyes at Livlin, and joked.

"He said that if I am willing to marry you, he will personally go to Leslie and his family for a showdown tomorrow~"

"What?" Livlin grabbed David's arm with a face full of disbelief and whispered through gritted teeth.

"This is nothing to joke about!"

"Uh...hey! Don't be nervous!"

"Sorry, sorry... I was wrong!"

"I admit, this is just a joke..." Seeing that Livlin was getting serious, David quickly raised his hands and explained.

Livlin stared at him for a moment, then kicked him hard, turned around and left.

"Hiss~" David bent down and covered his calf. After taking a few deep breaths of air, he realized that he really shouldn't joke with her about marriage this time. .

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North-central United States, Illinois.

chicago.

Evening~

In a hotel in the financial district of the city center.

Sam Rogers was sitting in the living room of a junior suite, listening to his friend Leon Hoffman introduce today's latest trading data from the International Money Markets Division of the Chicago Stock Exchange.

Leon Hoffman, the "Mr. Little Mare" who is responsible for risk control in the company, is naturally very sensitive to numbers.

In the past two days, he followed Sam's request at the exchange, focusing on the fluctuations of the Japanese yen exchange rate in the foreign exchange futures market.

So he wasn’t too surprised when someone came to his door after the exchange closed yesterday~

"Yesterday, after I received the call, I met the person sent by Panaris..."

"He told me that next Monday they will conduct several rounds of oscillations in the Japanese yen futures market to attract more investors who like to invest in short-term investments."

"Then, they will fluctuate violently for more than an hour before closing on Monday afternoon, trying to keep it around the exchange rate of 1:180."

“When more trend investors who like to do the midline come in on Tuesday and Wednesday, we can enter and build positions.”

Leon handed the data in his hand to Sam and whispered while holding back the excitement in his heart.

“It is said that Panaris is planning to short the Japanese yen in the long term this time, striving to bring the exchange rate ratio between the rice dollar and the Japanese yen back to 1:240 within a year, or even lower~”

"If we use the financial leverage we can obtain, the amount of money we invest can be doubled in just a few months, or even more."

Sam looked at the information in his hand and couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

"Are you dreaming of getting rich overnight?"

"Five times more..."

"How much is the total daily trading volume of the entire Chicago Board of Exchange International Money Markets Division?"

"We want to invest more money, and we also need someone willing to be our opponent!"

"Without an opponent, no matter how much money we have, it's useless!"

"Forehead.."

Leon recalled yesterday's transaction data in the foreign exchange futures market, scratched his head feeling a little embarrassed, and smiled.

"Actually, I also have concerns about this..."

"I also asked the people sent by Panaris how they were going to do large-scale transactions."

"But that person was very strict and didn't tell me anything..."

"Hehe~"

Sam looked up at Leon and asked with a slightly weird smile.

"We can know how they want to operate, which is the greatest trust!"

"How could I possibly tell you these most confidential things?"

"Yeah..." Leon scratched his head in embarrassment and quickly changed the topic.

"I also collected some trading data on silver futures and gold futures in the past two days."

"Generally speaking, silver futures have shown a volatile and slowly rising trend in recent months~"

"The gold futures contract has also shown a trend of rising prices within a narrow range since November last year."

"So I think if I enter at this time..."

Sam didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and waved his hand directly: "What did you have for dinner?"

"I have not eaten.."

"Just in time, we went out to find a restaurant to fill our stomachs."

Sam put the information away and waved to Leon: "In the past few days since you have been here, you don't even know which restaurants around you are delicious, right?"

"Forehead.."

Leon shrugged awkwardly, spread his hands and said, "I always ask the hotel waiter to help me buy fast food."

"Okay~" Sam felt like he was "defeated" and shook his head helplessly with a smile.

"I'll treat you to this meal."

"Next time, please!"

"Okay~ No problem." Leon quickly changed his clothes, picked up his small bag, and followed Sam out.

. . .

ten minutes later.

The door of the hotel room where Leon Hoffman lived was quietly opened by a middle-aged man.

After opening the door, he did not walk in directly. Instead, he stood at the door and observed and listened for more than ten seconds. After making sure that there was no problem, he walked quietly into the room and quickly found what he wanted.