Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

early morning.

Manhattan, Wall Street.

Stanley fourth floor.

Mu Brandes walked into Sam Rogers' office with several newly received reports in his hand.

Sam happened to be answering the phone at this time and saw Mu Brandes walking in and waved to him to wait.

After a few minutes.

Mu Brandes saw him put down the phone and joked: "You didn't go home last night?"

"Yes."

"No wonder...hahahaha~"

"..." Sam raised his hand helplessly, touched the shirt he hadn't changed in a few days, and changed the subject.

"What are you holding?"

"Ha~"

"We just received this today..."

Mu Brandes stopped joking, put all the documents he brought in front of Sam, and said seriously with squinted eyes.

“In the last two days of last week, the trading volume of the three major exchanges surged by 140%!”

"Yesterday, the total trading volume of several commodity exchanges in New York and the Chicago Mercantile Exchange increased several times."

"In particular, the single-day trading volume of individual commodity futures contracts such as sugar, coffee, corn, wheat, copper, cotton, and heating oil has exceeded the highest peak in the past decade."

"Among them, the trading volume of sugar and heating oil, which were just listed last year, exceeded 1 million yuan!"

"Judging from the information we have received, the briefing issued by the Brazilian Ministry of Agriculture on the impact of domestic disasters on agricultural product harvests did not mention much about the damage to the main sugarcane producing areas, but only mentioned that it may cause production reductions in some areas. It’s a relatively vague statement, just pass it by~"

"But, we can get the unpublished disaster investigation report of the Brazilian Ministry of Agriculture from Otis Parker, and so can others!"

"The sharp increase in the spot price of international crude oil has driven the price of domestic heating oil to continue to rise. This is all within our expectations."

"But the near- and medium-term contracts of other commodity futures have also skyrocketed along with heating oil."

"Did we miss something?!"

"Um.."

Sam buried his head in the document in his hand, recording the information that he felt was more important while explaining.

"President Ford in the last term and President Warren Wynn in this term are trying their best to introduce various policies to solve the huge deficit problem of import and export trade."

"Especially for the import trade of products from West Germany and island countries, several very strict import price restrictions have been issued in succession."

"Commodities such as textiles, televisions, cars, radios, watches, etc. that we often see in shopping malls have all experienced several rounds of price increases last year."

“Coupled with the Federal Reserve’s continuous interest rate hikes last year, the domestic short-term bond market is filled with smoke.”

"The funds flowing out of the United States have discovered that their investment returns are gradually declining..."

“So it’s not surprising that the first batch of overseas investments flowed back into the financial markets of New York and Chicago~”

"As for...the surge in trading volume in the stock market you mentioned, that's very simple!"

“In the past few years, the trading volume in the stock market has been tepid, which has long worn out investors’ patience~”

"Now there is a large amount of money entering the market, and I want to take over from them."

"Of course they will happily sell off their losing stocks and look for a new target that can make money~"

“Commodity futures!”

"..." Mu Brandes already had some speculations about these "reasons" mentioned by Sam.

But what he couldn't figure out was how Sam could be "very aware" of these trending and confidential information? !

Sam, who was looking through the documents, glanced up at his old friend and smiled to himself.

"Investing in the stock market doesn't make any money at all. It can only barely preserve the value of your funds!"

“What about investing in the bond market?”

“With the Fed’s stance on whether to continue raising interest rates unclear, it has also become difficult to predict the future direction.”

“So what’s left to invest?”

“Corporate Bonds and Commodity Futures!”

"However, the amount of funds that the corporate bond market can accommodate is too small and cannot satisfy the huge purchase demand for repatriated funds."

"So, they can only target the futures market with higher risks and returns!"

Sam took out a small notebook from the drawer on the left, quickly rummaged through it to find a record, showed it to his old friend, and smiled.

"Last time, the boss took us to invest in heating oil. If he hadn't found Mr. David Rockefeller Sr. and took over those orders..."

"We might be in big trouble!"

"..." Mu Brandes looked at the several records in front of him and nodded silently, indicating that he had no questions.

Of course he understands the trouble that Sam is talking about!

The futures industry in New York is neither big nor small.

Even if everyone has never met each other in person, most of them have heard about each other.

Futures contract trading itself is a gambling game of counterparty trading!

A "silly young man" like David who broke into the circle suddenly spent tens of millions on the long market price and won more than 1000 million in betting from the big short seller of heating oil futures. .

Those who lose in gambling and suffer losses in the trading market can find ways to get them all back in real life!

If David Rockefeller had not been willing to take over these long futures contracts, it is still unknown whether David could successfully close his position and cash out. .

so. .trouble? !

Does it belong to whose pocket the money is in?

Emm. .

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Manhattan.

42nd Street, the Auxiliary Police Office diagonally opposite the Wildfire Bar.

Superintendent Allston looked at Pamela Randy, who was sitting opposite and claimed to be an agent of the CIA's New York branch, and all the weirdness in his heart was "written" on his face.

"Are you... Ezra Claymore's subordinate?"

"Ok!"

"I just transferred to New York from the overseas branch. When I took my family to Hawaii for vacation a few days ago, I met David by chance."

"accidental?"

"Hehe~"

Auston laughed as he heard her use of the "official" term.

"Then you came to me because of... Chasida's case?"

"Yes!"

"Oh.."

Auston responded casually, put his feet on the desk, leaned back in the chair, and smiled with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Last time, Ezra Cremo came here, as if he was temporarily seconding Far from me to participate in the follow-up investigation~"

"Didn't he tell you?"

"said."

"However, Mr. Far Pocchivino himself stated that he no longer wants to participate in this case."

"This.."

Auston expressed that he was also in a dilemma and spread his hands: "Farr doesn't want to, and as his boss, I can't force him..."

Pamela Landi, who deliberately wore no makeup today, explained with a smile.

"I promised David in person that I would investigate Chasida's case for him."

"So, I would like to come over first to ask for your help. I want to meet with Far Pocchivino, who has been involved in the entire investigation of this case, to learn more about the specific situation."

"..."

Auston crossed his fingers on his lower abdomen, looked at her straight for a while, shook his head slightly and said.

"Feel sorry!"

"Within my job authority, I cannot force Farr... to help you solve the case."

"You just have to convince him to agree!"

"ok~"

Pamela Randy stood up with a smile, took out a business card from her pocket and put it on the table: "Then I'll come see him another day."

"This is my contact information. If he changes his mind, please contact me at any time."

"Ok!"

Auston glanced at the business card on the table, nodded to Pamela who waved goodbye to him, and watched her go in silence.