As the train staggered around a crooked section of the tracks, several individuals in the plush carriage of the train cheered up. Later, the train shook its body as if upright, and sped up under them, and the iron wheels on the tracks rattled regularly, and at this point the people in the carriages relaxed again.

They have been proofreading investigative reports in London for a week. Right now, at the end of their nearly five-minute break, some of them are silently smoking cigarettes, some of them are writing scattered, incoherent comments, waiting to start again.

Paul? Forster squeaked his straight-stem pipe, and then, realizing that the end of the cigarette had burned out, he proceeded to pour the white ash into the ash box on the wall of the car.

"Do you really think that the British political axe will definitely support Anglo-Mexicanate?"

On the opposite side of the aisle, George? Elliot looked up from the page of papers he was looking at.

"A week ago, Admiral Fisher presented his report to the Prime Minister of Salisbury, with a detailed statement of the important surnames of the oil, and the surnames necessary to ensure that the Anglo-Mexican companies control the Mexican fields before they were produced, and I really do not know, Paul, perhaps. We got some intel from some friends."

He frowned again and thought about it, there were so many things that had happened recently.

"King Edward was very interested in the Yenching-Paris car race that is now being held, and in the past, people thought that the 20th century was the age of the automobile, but now? The Chinese "Mustang convoy" has been the first to cross the Volga, fifteen Mustang cars have entered Tsarczy, that is a mass-produced car, the harsh roads and environment, tens of thousands of miles have verified the advent of the automobile age, there is no oil in Britain! ”

"So, at least until Persia actually extracts oil, they will definitely support Anglo-Mexican oil."

Horace? Dr Wigel said that as an expert on the UK, he knew a lot about the UK.

"Oil is like coal, if they really realize that oil is important, and now, oil is important, with this car rally will be on full display in the world, and if the oil fields of Persia can't extract oil, then they will secure their own oil supply even at the risk of conflict with the United States!"

Elliot nodded.

"Yes, compared to the United Kingdom, our political axe is unlikely to give much support, after all, the importance of oil is not everyone can realize, and, as you know, Mr. Roosevelt has never had a good opinion of Mr. Rockefeller and New Jersey Standards."

"Now, the British haven't made it clear yet, have they?"

Cass? Miller spat out a puff of smoke and said that the Mexican oil field is so big that it is just an oil well, spewing out tens of millions of barrels of oil in two months, and this is a big enough oil field to make the whole world crazy.

"Is there any other way we can do it?"

Elliot frowned.

"There may be other options, such as indirect takeovers, and the financiers on Needlework Street in the UK right now want the Anglo-Mexican oil company to go public, and according to their estimates, the market value of the Anglo-Mexican oil company is at least 200 million pounds. At 50 percent, I think, that's enough. But it would require at least £100 million, or at least $450 million. ”

He forced a smile.

"I guess Mr. Rockefeller would have had a hard time accepting such an option, right?"

But no one in the luxury car answered the question. Paul? Fowles slowly rubbed his hot pipe pot. Horace? Wigel took off his gold-rimmed glasses, held them up to the light, and put them back on. Cass? Miller took a sip of his coffee with composure, staring down at the ornate Turkish carpet in the carriage.

Cass? Miller sighed.

"Now, with the help of the British newspapers, we have spread the word that Miss Stirling is the wife of a Chinese, and although Miss Stirling is now criticized by the upper class, it is only a whisper, and in the face of wealth, any so-called "race and blood" has become an ornament! ”

He said as he stroked his hand through his flat, slippery gray hair.

"Well, gentlemen, tell me, do we have any other way?"

The silence continued for a while, and Eliot's eyes remained fixed on the young men crowded in the carriage, this time in order to be able to buy Anglo-Mexican Oil Company, Mr. Rockefeller sent the best men, even his son. Little John from start to finish? D. Rockefeller's face saw boredom and carelessness, and he didn't even say a word, only occasionally looking at the information in his hand.

"Oh, now that we're in England, you tell me how many chances we have to buy this company!"

As usual, little John? D. Rockefeller glanced at Eliot as he spoke.

"If we are willing to spend enough money! I think about $600 million, we can get 50% of Anglo-Mexican oil when it goes public! ”

"Yes."

Horace? Wigel repeated, examining the yellow manuscript in his hand. In Horace? Cass and Paul, to Wigel's right, also stared at the transcript on their laps and nodded tiredly in agreement.

"Six hundred million!"

Little John? D. Rockefeller shook his head.

Now, let's do the math. Let's say we spend $600 million, how many years will it take to recoup that investment. ”

He shifted slightly in his chair, brought the typescript closer to his face, and began to read aloud in a slow, uncommented monotone accent.

"The estimated reserves of oil fields are not less than 10 billion barrels, well! That's $16 billion, right? It is necessary to take into account the increase in the price of oil in the future. It is estimated that in twenty years, Europe will need to import more than 500 million barrels of oil per year! So literally, we spend $600 million to buy a stake in Anglo-Mexican, is it appropriate, isn't it? ”

Horace? Dr. Wigel looked up at Rockefeller Jr.

"Yes, the acquisition of Anglo-Mexico's oil company for $600 million will not only further strengthen the company's position, but also potentially bring hundreds of millions of dollars in returns to the company every year in the future."

Cass? Miller nodded.

"That's why Morgan bought Carnegie Steel for $492 million, which is worth no more than $400 million, and the future benefits of the merger are something to consider in the merger process."

Paul nodded, and very dutifully scribbled a sentence on the side of the note-keeping paper that this acquisition would drain everyone's energy in the coming months.

Little Rockefeller, on the other hand, continued to read downward.

"Interesting, do you think it is possible for the British to buy a stake in Anglo-Mexican Petroleum themselves?"

Then he said thoughtfully.

"You mean that even if the British financiers are kind enough to let go of this piece of fat, it is possible that the British Admiralty will buy a stake in the Anglo-Mexican oil company in the future in order to ensure fuel?"

"I think so, if oil shows his important surname, even if Ji Li's husband is Chinese, the British can still do it to ensure the safety of oil."

Cass? Miller nodded.

Horace turned to Cass.

"So you think that British support for Britain and Mexico is limited, do you?"

"It's not about limited and unlimited support, it's about the importance of oil."

Cass? Miller said seriously.

"The reasons for this are social and economic," he said.

"All right, gentlemen,"

Little John, who hasn't made any decisions? D. Rockefeller suddenly slapped the armrest of the sofa and stood up.

"Let's not start analyzing the cause just yet!"

Then he looked around at the crowd in the carriage.

"I think my father made it very clear when I came."

Little John? D. Rockefeller continued.

"We have to buy the Mexican oil fields! Let's offer a price they can't refuse! ”

Horace raised his hand and pretended to surrender.

"John, you know, now they are exploring oil fields in Persia at the same time, if we ......"

"At least in the short term, we will not be able to get our hands on Persia, and in the same way we must show the British that we are determined to get the Mexican oil fields!"

Little John? D. Rockefeller went back to the couch again, and then looked thoughtful.

"Last year, Mr. Morgan bought Mr. Carnegie's steel empire, and at that time we were busy with the world map of the oil industry, and now it is the same, if we allow the expansion of Anglo-Mexican oil company, then twenty years later, we will have to face a strong competitor, gentlemen, Morgan bought the entire steel empire of Carnegie, and at the same time bought several iron mines in our hands, and founded American Steel on the basis of it. The deal cost more than $1 billion, with all funding provided by a syndicate led by Morgan. At this point, Morgan successfully monopolized the steel industry in the United States, and his steel companies accounted for about 65% of the total steel production in the United States at that time. ”

Little John? D. Rockefeller's right hand was raised slightly, and then pointed out the train window.

"At least, we now understand that the support of the British political axe for Anglo-Mexican oil is limited, and the British financial community regards Anglo-Mexican oil more as prey, as for Miss Sterling, we must take into account that she is just a broken aristocrat with a large oil field, on the surface, she seems to have the support she needs, and even the Royal Navy helped her get oil tankers, and while we speak, with the help of the British political axe, she has already shipped back 1.5 million barrels of oil to the UK, but gentlemen, prey is prey! If we can give enough attractive figures, then ......"

Little John? D. Rockefeller's words were paused, revealing a bit of confidence.

"We can take this prey back from the mouths of others!"

The train continued to move in the direction of London, and the elites in the luxury carriages who had arrived from the United States continued their plans while discussing how to deal the most fatal blow to Anglo-Mexican.

In the gray hall, Sister Ji Li and Sister Catherine calmly looked at the London financial tycoons in front of them, the reason why they came here was nothing more than one purpose.

"Issue shares!"

Catherine calmly asked rhetorically, she had come to London at the request of Gilly, who had won official support, but the greedy bankers, like wolves, had begun to seek a reward after giving her initial help, and the reward they demanded was very straightforward, a stake in the Anglo-Mexican oil company.

"Only in this way can we alleviate the financial pressure on Anglo-Mexican oil companies."

Leo? Milas took Catherine's words, his voice not loud, but with a taste that could not be questioned.

Although the Rothschilds had eliminated the U.S. branch due to a strategic error 37 years earlier, which led to the rise of the Morgan family, the Rothschilds' control in the Old World had rapidly declined due to the excessive diversion of funds to control the New World. Chancellor Bismarck seized the opportunity to form Deutsche Bank with Franco-Prussian War reparations, and through industrialization and a series of dazzling mergers and acquisitions, he quickly formed a new Juncker consortium: the four largest German banks.

The rise of a new financial group in Europe and the rise of the Morgan consortium in the New World have directly led to a great reduction in the power of the Rothschild family, but the influence of the Rothschild consortium in Britain and the Old World is beyond doubt.

"Maybe that's the reward you get for helping, isn't it?"

It was clear that Catherine was not frightened by the fame of the Rothschilds, but heard his words, and she turned around, with an indefinite smile on her face, and just looked at Gilly.

"I'm not going to agree to take 60 per cent of the company and issue the shares you'd expect at £35 each."

Ji Li took a deep breath and looked at these financial businessmen in front of her, this so-called meeting related to the "future fate of British and Mexican oil" was actually just a dirty meeting. £35 per share, and by acquiring 2 million of these shares before going public, they only need to "generously" give £70 million to achieve control of Anglo-Mexican oil.

"At least you still have control of Anglo-Mexican! Miss Ji Li, this may be the best choice for you! ”

Shelfield, the silver-haired deputy governor of the Bank of England, said softly from the side.

"If you lose the support of the financial community, Anglo-Mexican oil will become the prey of Rockefeller!"

When they helped Anglo-Mexicant get the support of the British political axe, they provided quite powerful help, suppressed the accusations of the upper class and the public of Ji Li's inappropriate marriage, and even provided Anglo-Mexican oil companies with loans of up to 13 million pounds for Anglo-Mexican oil to build oil refineries and order oil tankers in the UK, they have paid too much for Anglo-Mexican, and now it is time for her to reciprocate.

"In your eyes, we're just prey, aren't we? Almost everyone is eager to rip a piece of meat from Anglo-Mexican oil, Rockefeller's greed is for the annexation of Mexico's oil fields, and you are for control of Anglo-Mexican oil, who is more like a hound in comparison? ”

Looking at these people in front of her calmly, Ji Li shot back bluntly, leaving no trace of affection for these people, in Ji Li's opinion, the Anglo-Mexican Oil Company is the wealth of the Chen family, as the wife of the Chen family, she naturally needs to protect the interests of the family, and the bankers and their representatives around the long table listened to this explicit ridicule, and their faces showed a little embarrassment. In the end, Shelfield, who was the facilitator, forced a smile.

"Miss Stirling, Mrs. Owen, even after the issuance of shares and the listing of shares, there is still no company that can compromise your controlling position when it comes to getting the development bonuses that the company needs."

Shelvfield pondered calmly for a while, in fact, this is not only what London's financial industry needs, but also what Britain needs, perhaps Miss Sterling's husband, who is also a funder of the oil company, is just a Chinese, China cannot affect the interests of Britain, but out of caution, the British financial community still needs to master some shares of British and Mexicanate.

"And, Miss Sterling, you now have to consider a £13 million loan, a question you can't avoid, don't you?"

Kathleen accompanied her out of the room, and then followed her down the hallway to the first-floor lobby, where there was a large window on one side of the wall. It seemed to be a sea of jagged heads and colorful hats.

Ji Li, who was a little sullen, frowned, and looked at Catherine with her sister's arm.

"Sister, why are they so greedy!"

"Because everybody is very greedy!"

Catherine said quietly, and the two of them walked down the middle passage. Catherine walked up straight, glancing at the people in the hall with a sense of superiority, while Gilly looked gentle and shy.

The two men walked out of the Bank of England and got into the carriage that had been waiting at the door.

"Ji Li, will you promise them?"

Catherine turned her head to look at Ji Li, although she knew that the question was in vain, and it was not Ji Li who made the final decision, but her brother-in-law who was far away in Shanghai.

The generosity of those bankers may have been in preparation for the seizure of Anglo-Mexican oil now, and even for the seizure of control in the market in the future, and these greedy bankers have never lived up to the name of greed.

"I don't know!"

Ji Li shook her head, and then looked at her sister, both goals were confused, she simply hoped to be able to protect the property that belonged to her family, but now, one after another, people who pounced on her, told her how difficult it was to keep her property.

"Ji Li, do you believe that there will be oil in Persia?"

(To be continued)