Manhattan Reborn 1978

London.

In the suburbs, Whisler G. Morgan's manor house.

in the restaurant.

David smiled and nodded his thanks to the waitress who brought him dinner, picked up the tableware, and started eating.

The three old Morgan men also picked up the tableware and ate their dinner in silence. No one took the initiative to speak~

The tall butler who was standing behind Wisler just now saw this scene and stared at David who had taken off his coat and tie. He silently led several waiters and walked out of the restaurant again.

"Squeak~bang~"

The sound of the door closing, which made David feel very uncomfortable, echoed in the restaurant again.

Julie quickly rejected the food in her mouth a few times, turned her head to look at David, and smiled.

"I was originally going to Frankfurt tonight to discuss cooperation plans with Deutsche Bank."

"They provided part of the loans to the Dutch and Norwegian governments in their accelerated development plans for North Sea oil fields."

"David, judging from the current situation in Iran, another oil crisis is almost a foregone conclusion!"

"Iran's crude oil exports account for about 3% to 5% of the international crude oil market."

"This proportion is not very large. It will most likely only cause some turmoil in the international crude oil supply market in a short period of time."

"We can't put more chips on crude oil spot just based on your guess!"

"So, you are talking about repeated consumption...increasing leverage and hoarding a large amount of crude oil spot?"

"What is it based on?"

Old Morgan and Weisler also put down their tableware and waited emotionally and quietly for David's answer.

David forcefully refused the food, swallowed it, took a sip of white wine, pondered for a while, and asked curiously.

"Sorry, I haven't asked yet~"

"Uncle Julie, did you make any money during the oil crisis in 73?"

"Where did you earn it all?"

"Did you pay attention to the crude oil spot market, the gold market, and the price changes in the international commodity market at that time?"

"Also... have you learned any experiences or lessons after the last oil crisis?"

Emm. .

David's series of questions made the three old Morgan men look at each other~

Old Morgan's eyebrows twitched slightly, he picked up the wine glass, took a sip and said.

"The causes of the first oil crisis were very complicated~"

"From 1950 to 1972, the right to price crude oil exports from OPEC countries has always been in the hands of seven international oil companies."

"The price of crude oil in the international market at that time was only half of the price of coal, about 1 meters per barrel."

"It wasn't until 1973 that the price of a barrel of crude oil slowly increased to about 3 meters."

"Although, before the crisis broke out, we received some gossip about Egypt and Syria secretly discussing an attack on Israel~"

"But at that time, we all selectively ignored this important opportunity..."

"Because at that time, all our attention was focused on the rapid depreciation of the rice dollar after the decoupling of the rice dollar from gold, which caused violent price fluctuations in the domestic stock market, futures market and foreign exchange market~"

"You asked if we made any money."

"I earned it!"

"This money was earned in the gold market, foreign exchange market, stock market, and commodity futures such as cotton, coffee beans, and wheat~"

"As for...the crude oil futures market you're talking about~"

“When the first oil crisis broke out, there were no relatively complete and transparent market trading rules and scale for crude oil spot prices in the international market~”

"Most of the crude oil spot is controlled by seven international oil companies~"

"Any large-scale buying and selling, hoarding, and speculation in the crude oil market are taking food from their mouths."

"So, we put the most focus on the gold and stock markets~"

"Gold, because of the rapid depreciation of the rice dollar, the price..."

(Here, regarding the precious metal recognized by all countries in the world: gold ~ after World War II, the establishment of the Bretton Woods system triggered a series of major events, I will not go into details one by one.)

(A simple summary: the amount of gold mined cannot keep up with the amount of currency issued by various governments, especially the U.S. government.)

(This situation directly led to an increasing number of rice dollars in the international market and continued depreciation. However, the price of gold has remained unchanged because it is linked to the rice dollar.)

(Here, it is important to mention that it is not that the United States did not realize that it would be robbed, but that the strength of hot money buyers in the international market was too strong! The gold fund established by the U.S. government could not control the price of gold at all. Later, Only then was forced to implement a dual-track gold price system.)

(So, in the 60s, the United States experienced the dollar crisis, was frantically exchanged for gold and fleeced by European countries; and domestic opposition to the Vietnam War reached a peak and many other reasons, the President Nixon administration had to choose to let Breton The forest system collapses.)

. . .

Old Morgan's words echoed in the restaurant.

In very concise language, he explained some of his ideas, plans, and results before, during, and after the first oil crisis.

David held the wine glass in his hand and listened silently, roughly understanding the choice that Old Morgan and the others made at that time.

The Morgan family line controlled by Old Morgan chose to take root in the United States for development. It has long been bound to the economic development of the United States and has become a community of interests~

If the U.S. economic system completely collapses after the dollar is decoupled from gold, it will be of no benefit to anyone~

Are there any eggs under the overturned nest?

That's why he and those he didn't say out loud, the shareholders of the Federal Reserve, joined forces in a tacit understanding to maintain order and stability in the financial markets at all levels in the United States.

Money, maybe they earned a little during the crisis, but it’s not that much~

But old Morgan obviously has no regrets about this!

Money can be made at any time!

What kind of money do you make and how do you make it~

After listening to Old Morgan's story, David felt that he knew how to handle it~

but!

He did not choose to enrich the country in a crisis, and he also cannot stop those greedy guys who want to enrich the country~

When the income is high. .When everyone goes crazy~

No one can stand in front of me!

. . .

in the restaurant.

Old Morgan put down his wine glass, looked at David calmly, and said.

"Just now, at the end, you asked about the experiences and lessons we learned."

"The experience of dealing with a crisis...maybe in the eyes of many people, it is useful."

"But its role in the rapidly changing international financial market is not as great as people think~"

"As for the lesson..."

"As early as the era of J.P. Morgan, the seniors of our family have already put forward two words that I still think are very wise when I think about it now."

“Panic and Confidence!”

"Before any crisis breaks out, people are full of confidence in the market and make a lot of wealth from the prosperous and expanding market!"

"After any crisis breaks out, people lose confidence in the market and accelerate arbitrage and escape from the market, even if it means cutting off meat or selling like jumping off a building~"

"So, when people lose confidence, panic will naturally spread in the market, until the system that maintains market stability completely collapses~"

Old Morgan sat up straighter, looked directly into David's eyes, lowered his voice, and continued.

"Oil, we have never had investment experience~"

"Half of all the funds we have now are in the domestic and foreign stock markets, and the other half are in the gold market."

"Only sufficient gold reserves can give the rice dollar a stronger value support."

"So, our investment in oil spot and futures this time is part of the funds withdrawn from the stock market."

"If the leverage is too high, our capital chain may be broken at any time!"

"but.."

"If you are just warming up the crude oil futures market, adding leverage and hoarding a lot is not the best way~"

Old Morgan turned to look at Julie and Wisler, with a smile on his lips and said.

"Julie, from Frankfurt, go directly to Singapore~ Then we will meet in Los Angeles!"

"Weisler, after we are done with these two days, you will go to Marseille, a port city in France, and then... fly to Xiangjiang!"

"There, we communicate at all times and implement the next step of the plan."

"Ok~"

"What about you?"

"I want to go to Saudi Arabia first~"

"Then, fly to Tokyo~!"

"Before the Iran crisis breaks out, we will wait and see the crude oil spot markets in various places and be prepared to buy."

"When it breaks out, OPEC will definitely take advantage of the supply gap in the crude oil market to maintain its own crude oil output... or even reduce some crude oil output."

"As long as we increase our purchases in local markets, we can remind the market of the last oil crisis and cause panic, thus triggering a wave of rush to buy spot crude oil."

"Especially the trading ports of Marseille and Singapore, for us..."

. . .

David sat at the dining table, picked up the tableware, and ate his dinner silently, but he could hardly feel the delicious food in his mouth~

Invest, speculate and profit from the oil crisis. .

It is the most critical part in his series of plans!

But~

When he was actually in the restaurant and listened to the plans of the three old Morgan men, he suddenly felt something in his heart. .Guilt? !

In the past, he also heard some "sinful" stories about capital~

But he never thought that he would become one of the main participants in this story in the future. .Woolen cloth?

----

new York.

Manhattan, Gold Coin Hotel.

Odis Parker, received a call from London~

That guy Fell frankly admitted that he betrayed Mr. Parker. . "A helpless act" ~

Mr. Parker didn’t take this seriously~

The intelligence network throughout New York has been initially established.

Some more important figures and staff of some key government departments have also been "arranged" by Mr. Parker.

Now, all that's left is to wait patiently!

Waiting for this not yet complete and mature intelligence network to take root, seek nourishment, thrive, bloom, and bear fruit on its own~

Unless there is a major crisis situation that may subvert the entire network ~

Mr. Parker, as a seed sower who stands on the outside and observes silently, will make some necessary interventions or corrections~

. . .

"Bell bell~"

A crisp phone ringing interrupted Mr. Parker's thinking.

He walked to the phone, picked up the receiver, and said.

"Hello~"

"Mr. Parker?"

"Hmm~"

"I'm Polly!"

"Oh~ come to me, what's the matter?"

"Have!"

"We would like to invite you to watch the fashion show David arranged before leaving at 09:30 tomorrow morning on the second floor of the Blue Crystal Hotel~"

"Fashion?"

"That's right~"

"Hehe~"

"You should also know about David and Livlin's plan to invest in the fashion industry, right?"

"This fashion show is David's display of some of his ideas and designs."

"Oh~? Is there more?"

"... He hopes that we can provide him with more opinions and suggestions and write them all down. When he comes back, he can modify his plan based on these suggestions."

"...Okay ~ 09:30 tomorrow morning, second floor of Blue Crystal Hotel?"

"That's right~"

"OK, I'll go."

"Well~ I'll hang up then. See you tomorrow~ Mr. Parker!"

"goodbye!"

. . .

After putting down the phone, Mr. Parker walked to the sofa and sat down with a strange expression.

He crossed his legs, folded his arms in front of his chest, and smiled~

David, that kid, has left New York, but he is about to cause trouble again. . ?

fashion show.

Last time, this guy put on a "David Show", but Mr. Parker didn't get to see it~

This time. .

Mr. Parker suddenly felt inexplicable. .Looking forward to it~

hehe~

----

new York.

Manhattan, halfway between the Bronx in the north.

There is an area where African Americans and Latinos live together, people call it Harlem, or Hamlin.

The southernmost end of Hamlin is 110th Street north of Central Park in Manhattan; the northernmost end extends from 155th Street to 160th Street.

The entire Hamlin district can be roughly divided into three parts. The main residents of East Hamlin are Latinos.

Almost all residents of Middle Hamlin and West Hamlin are descendants of African immigrants~

The combined population of Latinos and African Americans is close to 30.

. . .

Manhattan.

On 42nd Street, Auston, the head of the auxiliary police office, received a call from Police Commissioner Hardman.

After a few minutes.

Alston called a few "veteran" auxiliary police officers, got in the car, and headed to Hamlin in the north.

. . .

124th Street, in front of a store.

Auston stepped out of the car, took off his glasses, looked up, pointed at the body on the ground, and asked a seemingly "rookie" police officer who was maintaining order.

"Where did this guy... come from? Above?"

"That's right, it's the fourth floor above!"

"Look, that broken window~that's where he jumped from..."

"Many people heard a series of gunshots. I guess he didn't want to jump down on his own."

"..ok~"

"Is the owner of this... shop here?"

A slightly fat middle-aged black man raised his hand and said: "I am, I am~"

"What's the matter with him?"

"Did you see him jump down?"

The middle-aged black shop owner walked up to Auston, pointed to the upstairs window and his shop, and started talking. .

. . .

10 minute later.

Auston led people up to the fourth floor and saw two people lying in a pool of blood at the door of a room with an open door.

On the backs of the two deceased people, there were several bloody holes, still oozing blood~

He took out his gun, walked forward slowly, and checked the breathing and pulse of the two people at the door~

Two people are dead!

Auston licked his lips, trying to keep the disgusting smell of blood from affecting his state.

He half-bowed his body and quickly glanced around the room.

On the ground in the room, there were three injured people lying on the ground~

Judging from the three large pools of blood on the ground, they were probably dead.

"Safety!"

"Let's go in and have a look~"

"Watch your step! Don't touch anything!"

"Ok!"

Auston slowly took a big step forward, stepped over the two corpses at the door, and walked into the room. He carefully looked around and found no one else.

. . .

After a few minutes.

Alston briefly inspected the five dead people on the ground and some bullet holes in the wall by the window.

Preliminary judgment is that this was a planned murder!

There are at least two murderers!

They should be with the ones in the room. .The six people knew each other well and opened the door smoothly, and then the massacre began.

An auxiliary police officer who came in behind Auston walked to the window, looked out, shook his head and said to Auston.

"This guy who jumped off the building must be crazy!"

"If you jump from here, even if you don't die, you will still have to lie in the hospital for several months."

Auston put away his pistol, squatted down and picked up a bullet casing scattered on the ground, and whispered.

"He made a smart choice to jump out of the window and might have escaped death~"

"Staying and resisting will lead to death!"

"Look around. If there are no traces of drugs or guns, it's a gang vendetta~"

"ok~"

----

London.

The crescent moon hanging in the sky and the cool night breeze made David feel more relaxed when he walked out of the big house.

He tightened his coat, turned around and smiled at Wisler who was escorting him out.

"Tomorrow night, I will come to the cocktail party you hold."

"Thanks for the hospitality, Uncle Whisler!"

"I'm going back."

Weisler smiled and nodded, reached out and patted David on the shoulder and asked.

"This is our first official meeting, I should give you a meeting gift!"

"Tell me, what do you want?"

"Forehead.."

David looked at Wisler seriously for a few seconds and said hesitantly: "Shall I choose?"

"Hahaha~ Of course!"

"As long as I can do it... it's okay!"

"Then I want... a top management position at Nasdaq!"

"Nas...Dak?"

Wisler turned his head and glanced behind him. His two cousins ​​who were developing in the United States did not follow him. .

This kid. .What means?

Seeing the expression on Wisler's face, David was surprised and didn't speak, so he explained.

"I once promised a friend to help him find a position in Nasdaq."

"So, just a nominal position will be enough!"

"You want it...why don't you tell them two?"

David raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, grinning innocently and said, "Every time I see them, I always forget to mention this..."

"Otherwise, let's forget it~"

"I'll talk to them again when we get back to New York..."

Wisler lowered his head slightly and stared at David with raised eyebrows, making him slowly close his mouth. .

"Okay~"

"A false position in name only, right?"

"..right!"

"Hehe~"

"I finally know why Julie called you little fox!"

"..."

"Hahaha~"

"Go!"

"Tomorrow night, bring your female companions with you. Let's come together!"

"Okay! See you tomorrow, Uncle Whisler~"

. . .

on the way back.

David sat in the car, looking out the window at the unfamiliar scenery on the street, his mind going blank.

He didn't know what he had done wrong just now, and he actually asked Weiss for Nasdaq. .A high-ranking official position?

Judging from today's dinner, there is not much disparity between the resources and status of Morgan Sr., Julie and Weasler.

As the person in charge of the London line of the Morgan family, Wisler also vaguely suppresses Julie and Morgan Sr. in terms of speaking initiative. .

To David, Old Morgan's appearance tonight was more like Polly's role in the Sidrich family, the strategist who made plans!

Julie, much like Ludy's character, is mainly responsible for hands-on problem solving.

Wiesler, who rarely speaks, is more like the old Malkin. .

David relied on an indescribable intuition to ask without careful consideration, just like Wisler asked. .

Emm. .

Forget it~

It’s all over, why do you still think about it? !

David rubbed his temples with his hands, closed his eyes, and slowly let his brain go into standby mode.

. . .

In David's daze, he felt that the car had stopped.

He rubbed his eyes, looked around, opened the car door, and prepared to get out of the car.

The middle-aged driver who took him back was already standing outside the car and smiled at him.

"We're at the Langham Hotel, Mr. Coleman~"

"Oh~ has it been a long time?"

"About 15 minutes."

"No~"

"Thank you for today!"

"My pleasure, sir!"

"Tomorrow night, I will come and pick you up before the reception!"

"Ok!"

"See you tomorrow!"

"Goodbye, sir."

. . .

Langham Hotel, fifth floor.

David returned to his luxurious suite, stood in the living room, looked around, and scratched his head suspiciously.

I went shopping in the afternoon and bought a lot of shopping bags?Why did everything disappear?

I didn’t go to the wrong room either~

David stood there and thought for a while, then turned and walked out of his room, went to Livlin's room downstairs, and knocked on the door.

in the room.

The secretary Maggie, wearing a brand new pair of pajamas, opened the door to David's room with a weak look and her head slightly lowered.

"You...this is?"

"You guys want to rest?"

"not yet.."

"Oh~"

"Those shopping bags in my room..."

"Hey ~ is it David?"

"Let him in, Maggie."

David looked at Maggie who slowly gave up her position at the door, rolled his eyes, and asked with a smile.

"Maggie, you're not having a slumber party in your room, are you?"

"No~"

"..ok!"

David shrugged and walked into Livlin's room.

in the living room.

Livlin and Elena, both wearing very close-fitting pajamas, holding red wine glasses in their hands, looking lazy and flirtatious. .

When David saw that they were in this situation, he immediately stopped and explained.

"Those shopping bags that were in my room..."

"Oh~ I asked someone to send them back."

"Send it? Where did it go?"

"Of course it's New York!"

"I.."

David felt a tightness in his chest. .

He opened and closed his mouth several times, and almost couldn't hold it back and spit out his words. .

Are all rich people so willful?

Sending a four-person plane to send back fashion items purchased in bulk?

David now suddenly understands the way of thinking of future generations of Saudi tycoons. .

As long as I am willing and happy, there is no problem!

. . .

Livlin shook her red wine glass, looked at David standing there with a dull expression, and smiled.

"Come here, why are you standing here?"

"Come... have a drink with us!"

"never mind!"

"I'm very tired today, let's try another day~"

"You guys rest, see you tomorrow!"

After saying that, David simply turned around and walked out of the room.

. . .

Secretary Maggie, after watching David disappear, breathed out gently and closed the door.

She just turned around and before she could say anything, Livlin smiled first.

"It seems... David has no idea about you two~"

Elena smiled slightly, took a sip of red wine, and said, "This is only the first day~"

"Don't worry~"

"Hehe~"

"Maggie, what about you?"

"I... I am to the boss..."

"Okay~ Come and have a drink!"

"Won't you be more proactive?"

"If there were girls who knew better about seizing opportunities, they would chase David crazily and never let him go."

"Hahahaha~"

Ai Lian'a's eyes flashed with a smile, she shook her head slightly and did not continue talking about this topic.

Secretary Maggie, with a blush on her face, looked down at the red wine glass silently, not knowing what she was thinking in her head~

. . .

Fifth floor.

After David returned to his room, he changed his clothes, finished washing up, and when he was getting ready to go to bed, he tilted his head and thought for a while. .

He left the bedroom, looked around for a chair with a suitable height, and blocked the door to the room, then nodded with satisfaction and went back to sleep.

It’s not just girls who need to know how to protect themselves when they go out. .

David should also start learning and start protecting himself!

He didn't want to be trapped by another "brave cowboy" like Susan on a dark and stormy night. .