Soon, the Equator Trading Company's chartered ship returned with samples that Allen needed.

This time, Alan asked two people from the administration department to run errands as usual. He rummaged through newspapers in his office to find what he was looking for in the sales billboards. Don't say it, let him find a suitable one in the evening newspaper.

Located on a 50-acre site south of San Francisco and west of the metropolitan area, the facility and office building covers 50 acres. It was originally a botanical pharmaceutical enterprise integrating scientific research, production and sales, and is now sold to the society as a whole due to poor management, with a price of 500-6 million US dollars.

Alan jotted down the phone number and address and then took care of the rest of the company. There's no way, this kind of thing can't be rushed, and it always takes time for people to test.

When Alan told Lu Zheng about this, Lu Zheng felt that these were trivial matters and that Alan should take full responsibility for it.

Today's "Angel City Times", "Financial City Times", "Wall Street Journal", and "Financial City Daily News" are several mainstream newspapers and magazines that published a news at the same time: According to the most authoritative information in Congress, the Middle East was affected by the 'Desert Storm' natural disaster yesterday, causing 90% of the oil fields to be destroyed.

As the saying goes, the shorter the message, the more informative. This news made Lu Zheng's hairs stand on end, and he couldn't help but pay attention to it.

Lu Zheng urgently recruited Allen through an internal phone call, as well as four investment managers led by Joshua, two equity managers, and three futures managers whom he had never met: Jack Gary, Euphemia Lewis, and Kenan Oliver.

Lu Zheng was in the small conference room, and after everyone was seated, he stood up and propped his hands on the conference table, looking down at them domineeringly:

"Gentlemen, it is 9:40 a.m. on August 15, 1990.

I believe that all the gentlemen here have seen the news published at the same time in major mainstream newspapers and magazines - 'Desert Storm'. It means that the supply of oil in the whole Middle East will be insufficient in a short period of time, which means that crude oil futures and spot will rise. As for how much it will rise, it depends on your analysis.

Alan, all the money in our company's account is kept enough for daily expenses, and the rest is handed over to them.

After you come down, you will quickly discuss with the analysts of each department how much money each department needs, and within an hour after the meeting, all of it will be summarized to Miss Allen, and he will allocate it according to the total amount of funds in the company. ”

After Lu Zheng finished speaking, he walked back to his office without looking back, and let the managers figure it out for themselves.

Even if you get trapped, you have to gamble yourself, right?

Isn't all finance, whether futures, securities, stocks, or indices, all bets, except for the technical analysis of the real bulls?

Although Allen said that there are still $30 billion in the company's account, is it really a lot?

Compared with my own plan in the later stage, it is really a drop in the bucket!

As Allen said: Is $10 billion really enough to buy equipment in the White Polar Bear area?

I'm really nowhere to go now......

Lu Zheng thought like this, and unconsciously walked to his office, with no way Alan following him.

Inside Lu Zheng's office.

Lu Zheng stared straight at Allen's angel-like face with a smile like a flower and a devil-like figure.

I couldn't help but sigh, it really verified the saying: good horses, good cars!

Seeing Lu Zheng staring at her like this, Alan thought that Lu Zheng was going to let her put on some kind of pose, so he couldn't help but say shyly: "Boss, it's ...... time to work."

Lu Zheng burst out laughing, and the coffee sprayed on the table.

Alan hurriedly found a rag to wipe the table clean himself.

Lu Zheng said with a straight face: "What do you think, it's office hours." Why don't you go to work and follow me?

Now that you're here, tell me how much money you have in your account, do we have access to financing, and how much money can you probably raise?"

Alan quickly replied, "I still have $35 billion in cash on my account." After contemplating for a while, he continued: "There are still 3 billion US dollars in the equity of the fruit company, which can raise about 2 billion US dollars. Chaowei chips are not worth much, and they still spend a lot of money every month, about 2 million US dollars per month, which is simply a bottomless pit.

As for Equator Trading's sales of automotive EFI patents, all the contracts signed are: an entry fee of 500,000 yuan plus a commission fee of $500 per car. Now only 15 million yuan of licensing fees have been received from more than 30 automobile companies. ”

Lu Zheng smiled bitterly, hey, his foundation is still too weak.

He just checked it, and the current crude oil futures are $10 per barrel.

If all of your $37 billion is pounced on long, if you encounter the resistance of capital predators to short, you will be eaten away and there will be no scum left.

Lu Zheng felt that he was being roasted on the fire again.

Since several major mainstream newspapers and periodicals dare to publish them blatantly, there will definitely be a shadow of Congress. Done!

I'm not even 19 years old, I'm afraid of an egg!

It's a big deal, if you lose, start all over again!

Lu Zheng, who figured it out, said to Allen: "Don't ink in my office, hurry up and prepare funds." I'm going to put all 37 billion dollars in stud, and I must enter the market before I get off work this morning, and I'll wait for your news!"

Lu Zheng thought, if it weren't for the fuel consumption, I would have closed the curtains in the office and experienced the speed and passion of driving in the office.

Alan stopped talking, and finally shook his head, stepping on his high heels and hitting the ground with a "click...... The sound of "......" is gone.

Seeing the back of Allen's departure, Lu Zheng thought that he only cared about what he wanted to drive. I completely forgot that this building has not been bought, and it seems that I can only wait for next year, when the popularity of Liuli Island Country in the local crazy purchase of houses will go down, and I will give it a pot by myself.

Alan also felt helpless, thinking about the recent office and life here while walking on the road, of course, the time with the little man alone is indispensable, those past are like a movie, frame by frame scene replay.

Some scenes made Allen unconsciously feel that her feet were sore, making her eyes silky and her face flushed as drunk.

Damn, I'm still walking, what are I thinking?

The clip just now made this San Francisco girl feel as painful as hesitation and about to separate from the little man, and felt that being with the little man felt particularly fulfilling and warm.

Alan instantly shook off his thoughts and walked briskly back to his office. Picked up the phone, dialed the internal line of the finance department, and arranged: "Is this Allen, Mr. Martin? You need to prepare all the funds in the company's account within half an hour, and the boss needs to use the funds urgently at 10:30." After arranging, you go downstairs to the parking lot, and we will go to the bank together to handle the mortgage loan. ”