Manhattan Reborn 1978

three days later.

Tuesday, April 79, 4.

Professor Bartlett's home in the Brookline neighborhood of Boston.

David sat by the window in the second-floor study, holding the Boston Globe in his hand in the morning light. After carefully reading the entire page of news, he let out a long breath and smiled silently.

When he was watching the TV news yesterday, the host spent less than 30 seconds briefly reporting that Iran's new leader Khomeini had announced that he would abolish the monarchy of the Pahlavi dynasty and establish an Islamic republic based on Islamic law (Sharia).

But in today's report of the Boston Globe, a more detailed report was published yesterday by the Iranian ambassador to the United Nations, who made an official statement to nearly 100 public media in New York.

Its main content is to establish the Faqih guardianship system (rule by religious jurists) and make the religious leader Khomeini (Supreme Leader) the highest authority in the country. "

The power of the president and parliament of the new Iranian government will be restricted by it, and it will become a brand new theocratic state. It will also issue a series of long-awaited national reform executive orders as soon as possible.

So, Iran has now created the world's first modern theocracy, with religious leaders holding the power over military, judicial and diplomatic decision-making."

As briefly mentioned in the statement, the new policies that the Khomeini government will implement will inevitably reshape Iran's political, economic and social system structure, and have far-reaching all-round and multi-level impacts on the Middle East and the world.

David leaned back as he spoke, hiding half of his face from the morning light outside the window. He closed his eyes, and all kinds of information and thoughts began to integrate and spread rapidly.

If Iran cannot restore its crude oil exports of 500 million barrels per day in the short term, the United States, as the world's largest economy and crude oil importer, will suffer a huge impact.

All the decisions made by Khomeini and those who supported him will not only bring small "surprises" to future historical dramas, but will also lay the most important foreshadowing and fuse for the next big drama to unfold!

. . .

Outside the study, the neatly dressed Professor Bartlet looked at David who was sitting on the sofa. He saw that David was supporting his chin with one hand, and in the morning light with fine dust floating in the air, he seemed to be silently enjoying the great surprise and quietness?

Professor Bartlett's mouth twitched, and he felt that he was becoming increasingly unable to understand his last student: "Let's go, time's up."

"Aha~Okay." After hearing this, David sorted himself out, sat up straight, looked at the instructor respectfully and asked, "Shall we set off now?"

"Yeah!" Professor Bartlet responded with a heavy nasal voice, stood up, put on his coat, and went downstairs first.

David, who followed behind him, also put on his coat, picked up several manuscripts that he had prepared late last night, and found two pens on the desk and threw them into his briefcase.

. . .

It's noon, south of downtown Boston.

A moving car slowly drove into the Morgan Manor, which has a history of nearly a hundred years.

At the main entrance of the manor, in the spacious and bright hall, the butler, who had been waiting there for a long time, led his old friends Professor Bartlet and David. The three of them walked through the hall to the backyard and entered a medium-sized sunny conference room that David had never been to before.

At this time, the conference room filled with sunlight was already full of people.

This is a regular meeting, which takes place every three months. Each time, it is chaired by old Morgan or an important member of the family. Most of the participants are core management who help the Morgan family manage various investments and industries.

David already knew this information before following his mentor here.

However, Professor Bartlett did not give any answers to his questions about the content of the meeting and why old Morgan personally asked him to attend. He just told him to come with peace of mind.

Peace of mind?

After hearing this word, David really felt relieved and stayed at his tutor's house for three days. He went through all his study notes and found more than 30 of them that he was particularly interested in. He planned to take them back and study them more.

. . .

In the conference room.

Old Morgan was sitting at the northern end of the long conference table. When he saw Professor Bartlet and David come in, he nodded to them with a smile on his face, cleared his throat, raised his hand and spoke loudly.

"David, come here!"

"Your place is here!"

"..?!" David pointed his finger at his nose in surprise, making sure that Old Morgan was not joking. He licked his lips helplessly, blinked at his mentor, and responded.

"Go." Professor Bartlet seemed to have known this for a long time. He also winked at David, chuckled and waved his hand.

"Okay." David opened and closed his mouth a few times, and immediately had some guesses about the hidden intention of old Morgan in specially summoning him to attend the meeting today.

He took a deep breath, "withstanding" the silent gazes of everyone in the conference room, walked to the side and behind old Morgan and sat down. His eyes swept around and finally fell on the face of "Crown Prince" Panaris.

Panaris, the eldest son of old Morgan and the best heir according to family tradition, shrugged with a relaxed smile when he saw David looking at him, and pointed at several documents on the desk with his hand.

Oh, I see.

David stretched his neck and glanced at the first pages of several documents placed in front of everyone on the conference table, and finally verified some of his previous guesses.

"Everyone, now everyone is here, let's start." Old Morgan raised his wrist to show his watch and said in a serious voice.

"Well~ As usual, let me go first." A middle-aged man with gray hair sitting on the left of old Morgan looked up at Panaris, then looked at the old friends and colleagues attending the meeting, and said with a smile.

"Everyone has just reviewed these materials prepared before the meeting."

"Now let's get straight to the point!"

"Everyone~ The latest news from the Middle Eastern country Iran has been confirmed!"

"We can foresee that a new round of international crude oil supply crisis will also come quickly."

"The last oil crisis a few years ago is still fresh in our memory~"

"This time, with the reminder from Mr. David Coleman, we have made the best possible preparations."

"But in the past few months, I still had a sense of luck, thinking that international oil prices had skyrocketed several times in the last round of crisis, and that the world's oil-producing countries were very satisfied with the current oil prices. Major crude oil importing countries have also accepted it and accepted reality in recent years."

"Well, let him speak for himself." Old Morgan suddenly interrupted the middle-aged man, glanced at his eldest son Panaris intentionally or unintentionally, and said loudly.

"Um... okay." The middle-aged man blinked and stopped talking, and the calmness and composure on his face gradually disappeared.

The "Prince" Panaris, who was sitting next to him, showed no surprise or nervousness when his father, Old Morgan, called him. He smiled slightly and continued, "Everyone, I will host today's regular meeting."

"..." After hearing this, some of the people present smiled to show their kindness, some of them kept their mouths shut with flickering eyes, and some of them had intriguing expressions, as if they were a little bit at a loss about the sudden changes before their eyes.

The subtle reactions of these people were keenly captured by old Morgan sitting in the main seat and David sitting behind him.

What was old Morgan thinking?

David didn't want to waste time trying to figure out what was going on in other people's minds.

There's no point in doing that.

Therefore, during the next four hours of formal meetings, he listened to the various speeches and observed the attitudes of the participants, and slowly "tasted" a hint of the flavor.

The more than 1 people attending the meeting represent the Morgan line of the Morgan family, and each of them controls 5 to key director seats on the boards of more than listed and unlisted companies or enterprises in the country.

To put it more bluntly, these people are Morgan's agents (white gloves) within various companies (enterprises). They are the tentacles of his power and the key executors who ensure that his personal will is effectively implemented.

It was because of their existence that David, who was temporarily called to attend the meeting today, felt that he had a preliminary glimpse of the Morgan family's continued development in the United States for more than a hundred years, and the huge wealth and invisible influence accumulated by several generations!

Using the word "preliminary" is not an exaggeration.

Because from the continuous speeches of today's participants, David discovered that the companies or enterprises managed by these agents did not include any military-industrial enterprises or energy companies, nor did they include any banks.

As we all know, the Morgan family, starting from J.P. Morgan's father Junius, has been involved in banking and financial investment in London, the world's financial core city at that time.

This quarterly meeting, chaired by old Morgan himself, did not touch upon the core of the family's inheritance for a century, the banking industry.

Why?

The answer is not difficult to guess at all.

David drew a big question mark on his notebook, and then wrote a name in the blank space below.

Julie (Bad Uncle Mediterranean-Judith K. Morgan)!

. . .

The meeting ended after noon.

David, who had served as a human background for more than four hours behind old Morgan, had the greatest reward when Professor Bartlett spoke up after the meeting to keep everyone there. He used the "First Edition of the Coleman Memorandum, April 79" compiled by David in the past two days to make his presence felt in front of all the participants.

"Everyone, this memorandum is a partial manuscript framework of the book "Monetary Finance" completed independently by David, plus some of my observations and summaries of the domestic economic development history and trends over the years, as well as our analysis and personal opinions on the impact of major events affecting the economic field at home and abroad in recent years, etc."

"These three parts constitute the first draft of the memorandum you are seeing now. The official version may not be available to you until the end of the year~"

Professor Bartlet finished speaking with a smile, and glanced at the people who had sat down again. After taking in the various expressions on their faces, he slightly widened his eyes, looked towards the main seat at the conference table, and said to Old Morgan.

"You should have read the manuscript of David's Monetary Finance."

“It’s not all done, it’s just a preliminary build of a very expansive series of books, there are still a lot of details that will take a lot of time to fill in.”

"so.."

"So, the author column of this book will only have the name of my mentor, Professor Bartlett, and I will just leave my name as editor on the last page!" Before Professor Bartlett finished speaking, David suddenly raised his right hand and stood up to continue.

"..leave your name as editor?" Old Morgan turned his head to look at him in surprise and asked with a raised lip corner.

"Yes!" David grinned, looked up at his mentor Professor Bartlet who also looked surprised, and said in a calm voice.

"I like to study and delve into economics and finance because they can help me seize more opportunities hidden beneath the surface of the economic cycle!"

David said, spreading his hands to his mentor, Professor Bartlett, and said with a smile: "I can't be a respected scholar, let alone a leader in a certain industry..."