Manhattan Reborn 1978

Europe.

London, suburbs.

Whisler G. Morgan Estate.

On the second floor, in the banquet hall.

Amidst the sound of music, the guests reunited into small circles, chatting about topics of interest to them with smiles on their faces, as if David's "passionate speech" just now had never happened.

This somewhat "abnormal" situation made many people who were disgusted by the "storm is coming" statement not come forward to express their personal opinions or views.

. . .

David, old Morgan, Weasler, and Julie sat at a small table in a corner of the hall.

The butler very considerately came up and asked the people what they wanted to drink.

David took off his tie and ordered himself a large glass of iced Coke, wanting to wake up and refresh himself~

Seeing his appearance, Old Morgan casually asked the butler for some desserts. .

Weisler and Julie silently saw this in their eyes, looked at each other, and smiled.

"Julie, are you leaving soon?" Old Morgan asked.

"Yeah~ What about you? When are you leaving?"

Wisler shrugged: "I'm going to observe it for two more days to see what the effect will be after tonight~"

"The next step will be the situation in the Middle East and Iran~"

He turned to look at David, who was holding an ice Coke in his hand, drinking it hard, and asked with a smile: "I heard that you are also very interested in the media?"

"Among the guests tonight, little Herbert Allen and Robert Murdoch over there should be chatting..."

David silently glanced at the two people he had just met in the distance, and marked this matter as an important point in his heart.

Allen & Company is not only a boutique investment bank on Wall Street, but also has extensive connections and strong influence on the media industry, Hollywood, investment circles, and political circles in the United States.

Weisler was able to point this person out to him because he saw David's ambition to further develop in these two industries.

That. .What about Robert Murdoch?

This is the famous head of News Corporation in later generations!

It controls many mainstream media and tabloid media positions in countries such as Australia, the United Kingdom, and the United States. .

All kinds of tricks, big and small, that use the media to influence the fate of political figures have made this old man Murdoch very skilled~

. . .

David withdrew his gaze, drank the Coca-Cola in his hand, let out a long burp, and looked at the three old Morgan men who kept silent in a tacit understanding, and decided to surrender~

He raised his hand to scratch his head and said with a wry smile: "Just now... I haven't finished telling my story yet~"

"Do you want to continue listening?"

Julie smiled with a look of "understanding", looked at her watch, and said with a smile: "My flight still has one and a half hours, is it enough?"

"..enough!"

"Hush~huh~"

"Actually, before I met Uncle Sirrod, I went to Princeton University to find more theoretical basis or evidence for my conjectures and predictions~"

"During the last oil crisis, why did the price of oil double several times in a short period of time?"

"Why is it that this time, after everyone has experienced the last crisis and learned lessons, they are still panicking?"

"OPEC countries were the biggest winners from the last oil crisis~"

"What about this time? Will they continue the crisis strategy from the last time?"

"why?"

"Benefit?"

"The answer is yes!"

"That's the first and most important thing!"

“The former OPEC countries were too poor~”

“The Seven Oil Sisters made unimaginable wealth from extracting oil from their territories.”

"If it were me... I would also control production, wait for oil prices to rise, and earn back the profits I have lost over the years~"

"So... what happens next? Is it gone?"

"Have!"

David nodded to the butler who brought him the small dessert, thanked him, picked up a piece, threw it into his mouth, and said.

"I have a nickname: Lucky Boy~"

"I was lucky enough to meet Professor John Nash, who studies game theory at Princeton University."

"He used game theory and from a purely rational mathematical perspective to help me analyze why oil-producing countries choose to join OPEC and what their response strategies would be if an oil crisis breaks out again."

"John Nash is a mathematical genius!"

"OPEC, founded in 1960."

"The smart pig game theory he proposed in 1950 perfectly explains why OPEC emerged."

"The smart pig game proves the theory that only by rationally choosing to unite and cooperate with each other can we achieve a win-win situation~"

"The original five OPEC countries: Iran, Iraq, Kuwait, Saudi Arabia and Venezuela are all major oil-producing countries in the world~"

"They united and established OPEC to work together to fight against the long-term exploitation of the Seven Sisters of Oil."

"However, later facts proved that the strength of the five countries alone was not enough to fight against the Seven Oil Sisters~"

"What shall we do then?"

"Unite more allies who want to rise up and resist!"

“That’s why later oil-producing countries such as Libya, the United Arab Emirates, Algeria, and Nigeria joined.”

"It is precisely with the subsequent joining of these countries that OPEC member states control nearly two-thirds of the world's oil reserves and provide more than 65% of oil consumption."

"They have enough say!"

"So, they took advantage of the first oil crisis to increase their total revenue from oil exports from 1972 billion yuan in 230 to 1977 billion yuan in 1400~"

"The pricing power of oil is firmly in their hands!"

"Oil and energy weapons deter all countries that need to import oil~"

"It has become a common energy deterrent weapon in the industrial world."

David paused for a moment, feeling that the foreshadowing was almost complete, so he continued.

"Also in 1950, Meryl Fullerd and Melvin Drescher of the Rand Corporation proposed a game theory. They invited Professor Albert Tucker of Princeton University as a consultant and perfected it. This theoretical model is named: Prisoner’s Dilemma Game Theory.”

"Prisoner's Game, to sum it up is very simple~"

"Everyone in the Prisoner's Dilemma chooses the most beneficial strategy for themselves and pursues maximization of interests, but often ends up with a lose-lose outcome for both parties~"

"This conclusion seems to overturn Adam Smith's theory: when everyone obtains the maximum personal benefit, society will obtain the maximum benefit."

"Adam Smith, was he wrong?"

"Not really~"

"It's a misunderstanding!"

"Adam Smith also has a very famous book, The Theory of Moral Sentiments."

"I personally think that in this book, in addition to emphasizing personal morality, principles, and handling strategies and the country's morality, principles, and handling strategies, he should also take into account the current situation, human nature, bottom line, interests, etc. ~"

"Only in this way can we sum up the correct strategy when facing a crisis~"

David took a breath and whispered: "Future expected returns and expected risks are all important factors that affect our decision-making now!"

"The domestic situation in Iran has destined it to sever its long-term oil purchase contracts with international oil companies."

"At the same time, in the past few years, the governments of oil-producing countries such as Nigeria and Venezuela have nationalized the domestic oil industry... hidden dangers will also explode~"

"They will definitely maximize their own interests in a crisis and give priority to supplying their own state-owned oil companies, causing the supply of international crude oil markets to shrink and decrease~"

“And those refiners who rely on balancing price differences from the international futures market, once they lose their stable supply of crude oil, will inevitably rush to purchase limited crude oil from the spot market at a premium above the market price in order to meet their own needs. Spot crude oil to meet your own production needs~"

"This has led to a sharp increase in oil trading volume in the spot market and has driven the price of crude oil spot prices to continue to rise~"

"This is the prisoner's game. Everyone chooses the strategy that is most beneficial to themselves. When pursuing maximization of interests, the result is the worst outcome."

“The continuous rise in oil prices in the spot market has caused more people to panic about the declining supply of crude oil in the market, and they have also rushed into the market, hoping to get a piece of the pie~”

"So, I conclude!"

"As long as Iran stops exporting oil and cancels its long-term oil purchase contract~"

"The international crude oil spot market will reappear as an atypical seller's market... a wonderful scene~"

"In addition, speculators who are eager to profit from the fluctuations in the crude oil spot market will also participate!"

“This will further intensify price speculation in the crude oil market, which will push oil prices to an incredibly high level in the short term~”

David gritted his back molars, stared at Weisler, and whispered.

"OPEC countries have learned from the theory of the smart pig game that only by uniting and cooperating with each other can we win-win ~ taste the sweetness!"

"But among them, there is a variable that cannot be ignored - Saudi Arabia!"

"That's why Uncle Sirode went to Saudi Arabia~"

"That's why the Saudi mission went to New York secretly..."

David continued amid Weasler's smile, Julie's encouragement, and old Morgan's calmness and silence.

"Although, from the perspective of game theory, Saudi Arabia will consider its various interests and choose to accept the condition of not raising prices temporarily in the new oil crisis, which is the best strategic choice~"

"But, I still want to remind you!"

"When spot oil prices double, even Saudi Arabia...will not be able to resist this temptation!"

. . .

David let out a sigh of relief, held the plate of small desserts, and started eating.

Wisler looked at Old Morgan with a smile and asked.

"What do you think?"

"Hehe~"

Old Morgan spread his hands with a smile, thought for a while, and asked David.

"It's still the same problem!"

"What about the time?"

"The choice of timing is the key to our success!"

David then wiped the cake crumbs from the corner of his mouth and said with a wry smile: "Only God knows the specific time~"

"Hehe~"

"Aren't you Lady Luck's...lover?"

"I.."

David rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, then sighed and said.

"Based on the current situation in Iran, they will definitely push King Pahlavi out of power in one to one and a half months~"

"The first thing the new government will do after taking office will definitely be to tear up the unequal contracts signed with oil companies."

"After that... within three months at the earliest!"

"The supply price in the crude oil market will double!"

"By the end of next year, the supply price will be close to 30 yuan per barrel~"

“Saudi Arabia can insist on not raising prices for up to 6 months~”

"Of course~"

"It may allow itself to continue to maintain a low profile of being forced to do so, raising prices later or less~"

"Until... the end of next year~"

"If no other oil-producing country takes the initiative to increase crude oil production, crude oil supply prices in the international market will continue to rise!"

Old Morgan frowned and asked: "Do you think... its highest point will appear after next year?"

"That's right!"

"How tall is it?"

David raised his hands to cover his eyes and whispered: "More than 40 meters!"

"..Peak?"

"Maybe... it's even higher!"

"45 meters?!"

David put down his hand, showed an expression as if he was about to cry, and said miserably: "You are... killing me~"

"I'm just guessing... Do you really dare to believe it??"

"Hahahaha~"

"What? Are you still afraid of death?"

"certainly!!"

"Hahaha~"

David, who felt that his body had been hollowed out, fell softly in the chair. Looking at the gloating smile of the old man Julie, a series of curse words surged in his heart.

Little Fox? ?

Old man Julie and old man Weasler both said this to him~

What the hell. .It was a trap carefully laid for him by the three old foxes!

Maybe, the three of them had already discussed it from the day old Morgan informed him to come to London~

One is the good guy, the other is the bad guy, and the other is the judge. .

It's all figured out, boy David who thinks he's very smart!

Damn little fox!

All special. .The psychological trap they carefully laid out!

Just a few random compliments make me feel like I've gone to heaven?

David covered his face with his hands, cursing in his mind that he was still too stupid and too young~

The trap here in London was too deep and he wanted to go home. .

. . .

The entrance to the manor house.

The three old Morgan men stood in front of David and sent him away~

Julie glanced at the three Livlin girls who left voluntarily and got into the car, winked at David and smiled.

"Only tonight~"

"Cut~"

"Hahaha~"

Old Morgan raised his foot, kicked Julie, shook his head and said with a smile: "Here in London, you can play as long as you want~"

"When you return to New York, I have prepared a gift for you!"

"...Okay~Thank you!" David nodded feebly and responded casually.

Old Morgan and the three of them looked at each other and laughed~

Weisler took a step forward, patted David on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Yesterday, I said I would give you a gift for our first meeting~"

"You can go back and think of another one!"

"That's... our apology and thanks to you!"

David pursed his lips and said with a grimace: "I'm really gone! I've been completely drained!"

"Hahaha~"

"You still...get out of here!"

. . .

The car carrying David and the others left the manor.

door of the house.

Julie, ask the housekeeper to leave and arrange for the driver to take him off.

After turning back, he smiled at the two cousins ​​and asked.

"How much can we believe this kid's words?"

Wisler looked at old Morgan.

Old Morgan looked up at the dark cloudy night sky, pondered for a moment, shook his head and said.

"The one that David boy talked about... I have read about the game of wise pigs~"

"He thinks of himself as a little pig and wants to follow us and profit from the crisis~"

"What about us?"

"Compared with the huge capital scale of the market, we are just a little pig~"

“Only by making it realize that it is facing a crisis and causing panic, can we profit from it~”

"David, this guy, must have seen this, and only yesterday he took the initiative to propose a plan to warm up the market!"

Weisler lowered his head slightly and started thinking~

Julie raised her eyebrows and asked in confusion: "What about today?"

"What he said on his own initiative later was...premeditated?"

"No~"

"I don't think so!"

"However, the predictions he made today, he should have already known it as early as the first time we met~"

"He chose to speak out today, probably as a response to our eagerness~"

"After all, our interests are bound together!"

"If our plan fails, there will be no good for him, only harm~"

"He can talk about game theory. He should understand this very well~"

"..should?"

"Hehe~"

"if not?"

"Can I still... get into his belly and take a look?"

"Um... what about you? What do you think?" Julie turned her head and asked Wisler again.

"Hehe~"

"I have also read about these theories in game theory~"

"He was right about one thing just now!"

"Whether it's a smart pig game or a prisoner game - working together to implement the optimal response strategy in the face of crisis can maximize our interests."

"The theory is not wrong. People's human nature when faced with extremely high interests must also be taken into account~"

“He gave us all his predictions, and he raised our earnings expectations again!”

"So, if his little pig's prediction is successful~"

"We, the little pig, will be able to obtain unimaginable benefits from the big pig in the market!"

Wisler heard the footsteps specially made by the housekeeper and smiled at Julie: "Go ahead~"

"Continue to execute as we had planned."

"No matter whether Xiaozhu's prediction is right or wrong~"

"We are already...invincible!"

Julie glanced at Old Morgan, who also showed a "successful" smile, and couldn't help shaking her head and sighing.

"That kid David is so pitiful~"

"Hahaha~"

"Get out of here too!"

----

America.

Eastern Florida, Tampa Bay.

On a small speedboat, Florida DEA director Bog Beru stood in the cabin wearing sunglasses, looking toward the west at the slowly setting sun on the sea.

Two 10 minutes later.

The speedboat slowly stopped next to a huge yacht.

The female drug lord Griselda Blanco stood on the side deck of the yacht, waving to him and smiling.

"Hey~ let's go to the front!"

"..good!"

Bog Beru boarded the luxury yacht, followed Blanco, walked to the main deck and leisure area in front, and sat down.

Blanco waved to the people around him and smiled.

"It's rare for us to meet each other~ How are you doing lately?"

Bog Beru glanced at the handsome men and beauties walking away, took off his sunglasses, and joked.

"Are you...retiring?"

"Hehe~"

"I'm having the time of my life!"

Blanco picked up a glass of juice, shook his head slightly and sighed: "The most correct decision in my life was to go back to New York!"

"It made me see clearly that life should be enjoyed in time~otherwise, why would you keep it after making so much money?"

Bog Beru curled his lips, sat back in the beach chair, and replied sourly: "Have you run out of money?"

"I happen to be short of money!"

"Haha~ It's too late!"

"I have no money now!"

"what?"

"What do you mean? What are you going to do?"

Blanco spread his hands and said with a smile: "Investment! What else can you do?"

"Don't be so nervous~"

"If I want to attack those Mexicans, I will inform you in advance~"

Bog Beru seemed to have some bad premonitions.

He frowned and asked: "What on earth do you want me to do here!?"

Blanco took a sip of juice and replied with a smile on his face: "We have reached a cooperative relationship, that is... allies, right?"

"..."

"Hehe~"

"Since we are allies, of course I have to discuss some of my new ideas with you in advance~"

"I'm going to contact the Colombian drug lord, Pablo Escobar."

"Let him compete with those Mexican guys in Miami!"

"Then, you and I can just sit back and reap...the final benefit!"

"fxxx!"

"Will Pablo obey your command?"

"He took over Miami... What about you? Don't you want this market anymore?"

"Yes~"

"He can continue to be in the cocaine business, and I will switch to import and export trade~"

"...Change career?"

The surprised expression on Bog Beru's face was extremely wonderful, and Blanco was very satisfied.

She put down the cup with a smile, sat up straight, and said warmly: "I was born in a slum in Medellin, Colombia."

"I've had enough of the days of poverty!"

"I lost my beloved children to the cocaine business."

"A few days ago, when I was dreaming at night, I always dreamed about what they looked like..."

"So, when I woke up, I was thinking, no matter how much money I make... what's the use?"

"Even if I spend all my money, how much can I spend?"

"Shouldn't the remaining money be left to the children?"

Bog Beru finally understood. .

He gritted his teeth with a weird look on his face and said, "So, you want to have another child? Pass all your inheritance to him?"

"Hahaha~ That's right!"

Blanco looked at Bog Beru up and down with an aggressive look~

After a few seconds, she shook her head and said: "Still... forget it~"

"I don't want the child's father to be you!"

"It's best not to get more involved in the relationship between us~ It's good to keep the current situation~"

"Damn...I still want to thank you?"

"Hahaha~ No need!"

Baog Beru, a curse word circled in his mouth several times, and finally swallowed it.

He forced himself to calm down and quickly thought about the pros and cons of what Blanco said~

Miami is missing one drug lord, Griselda Blanco, which is a good thing~

But if Pablo Escobar, who is even more uncontrollable, takes over Miami, it will be a big trouble for Borg Bellu~!

That crazy guy with ever-expanding desires in his head actually wants to run for Congress in Colombia? ?

He is an international drug lord!

How could he actually use the black money earned from drug trafficking to bribe the votes of ordinary civilians in an attempt to enter the Congress building?

Becoming a member of Congress in Colombia? ?

Realize the "plain" dream of speaking for the common people?

Isn't he crazy?Who is the madman?

. . .

Blanco, feeling the oncoming sea breeze and seeing Bog Beru's changing expression, felt more and more proud.

Take a step back and make way for a fight to the death between Pablo and the Mexican!

This is the most "brilliant" idea she has ever come up with~

Blanco didn't lie to Bog Beru just now~

That trip to New York was a transformational journey in Blanco's life.

She had never thought before about what she made so much money for!

Spend it?

enjoy?

There’s endless money to spend~

The huge profits from the cocaine business made Blanco deeply addicted to it.

She forgot that the original intention of making money was to change her destiny.

Now, Blanco, who has awakened, has finally found his goal in life~

No amount of black money can change the fate of myself and my children~

Only by becoming a successful person who can stand in the sun can Blanco change his life and leave a bright future for his children~

The child has changed her selfish thoughts~

Perhaps, this is her biggest gain in life in the past 40 years~

----

new York.

Midtown Manhattan.

East 46th Street, in a cafe.

Griselda Blanco, Field's agent in New York, smiled at Mr. Otis Parker, who was sitting across the small table.

“Thank you for coming!”

"Well...what's the matter with you?"

"I was entrusted by Ms. Blanco to ask you a favor!"

Mr. Parker raised his eyebrows and said with an amused smile: "She figured it out so quickly?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Hahaha~ Just say it, I'm listening!"

Field lowered his head, took out a folder from his briefcase, handed it to Mr. Parker, and whispered.

"This is Ms. Blanco's request~"

"If you are willing to help, you can ask for any conditions!"

Mr. Parker took the folder, flipped through it, and exclaimed with a smile.

"She's very generous~"

"..Yes!"

"Well~ I need some time to think about this..."

"no problem!"

"Look... how about before Christmas?"

Mr. Parker put down the folder and narrowed his eyes: "Are you very impatient~?"

Field smiled and said: "Sorry~"

"I'm just running errands for you, just a middleman..."

"If I couldn't..."

"Haha~ ok!"

Mr. Parker stood up, adjusted his suit, shook his head and said.

"You go back and tell her that my friend has a saying that is quite right!"

"Free is the most expensive!"

"She only has one last chance left!"

"If she still doesn't understand the rules of the game..."

"Sorry ~ it's time for my dinner!"

"Goodbye, Field!"

"...Goodbye, Mr. Parker!"

. . .

Mr. Parker is gone.

Field frowned, put away the folder, and muttered softly.

"game rules?"

"fxxx!"

"Free is the most expensive?... Who said that?"

"So damn...shameless!"

----

London.

The Langham Hotel.

David rubbed his temples, stepped out of the car, and expressed his gratitude to the middle-aged driver who took them back.

The middle-aged driver asked politely: "Do you still need a car for your trip in the next few days? I can serve you at any time."

David rubbed his head and said, "I have a headache tonight. Let's talk about these trivial matters tomorrow~"

"Okay, good night sir!"

"ok~"

. . .

Livlin, Elena, and Maggie silently followed David into the elevator.

When they arrived at their room floor, David looked at them doubtfully and asked, "You guys... aren't you going back to rest?"

Livlin pursed her lips, pressed the button for the fifth floor, and said with a concerned smile: "We want to... stay with you for a while."

"accompany?"

"Um...forget it~"

"I've been hollowed out~" David cried with a sad face, raised his arms, and expressed his grievances to the three women. .

Livlin rolled her eyes and smiled: "Then we have to accompany you even more~"

"Let's have a drink to help with sleep and relaxation!"

David looked at the opened elevator door, looked at the three women a little confused, raised his index finger and whispered.

"Just one cup?"

"Hahaha~ Come on, you~ bastard!"

"fxxx!"

"We must agree~ Just have a drink!"

"You must not..."

David was pushed back to his room by the three women who seemed to have already discussed it.