Standing up from the large table, walking through the room, to the European-style glass window on the east wall, his eyes staring at the wriggling people and carriages on the Bund street downstairs, and occasionally Chen Moran could even see the "Mustang" cars driving on the Bund road.

The logo of the Mustang car was copied from the logo of the "Ford" Mustang car he saw in the magazine, and the only thing that changed was the tricolor flag behind the galloping horse, but compared to the name "Mustang", the Chinese people were more inclined to "Pegasus", and they always felt that the name of "Mustang" was a bit difficult to get to the elegant hall.

After pouring two cups of coffee from the coffee pot, Guan Mingtang handed Chen Moran a cup of coffee standing by the window, this kind of "medicinal soup" in the Chinese mouth is not liked by everyone, but Chen Moran does not seem to resist it.

"Are you thinking about the blackmail of the British?"

As the manager of the company, Guan Mingtang already knew about the big oil field that Chen Moran invested in Mexico, and when he was surprised by the value of that oil field, he was even more surprised by Chen Moran's idea of wanting to monopolize the oil field.

Chen Moran did not answer, his eyes looked through the window in front of him, looking at the street downstairs, and occasionally cast his eyes to Pudong on the opposite bank, not far from the bridge construction site, you can see a bridge pier to be towering, and on the river, the huge caisson foundation building box is constantly gushing mud-colored river water, and hundreds of workers are working in the steel and wood structure caisson.

After taking a sip of coffee, Guan Mingtang looked at the boss by the window seriously.

"Chairman, if you want to monopolize the Mexican oil fields, then I can tell you clearly that this is simply impossible."

"Oh!"

Chen Moran replied lightly, and he didn't feel any surprise about Guan Mingtang's opinion.

"That oil field can bring me billions of dollars or even tens of billions of dollars in the future!"

Holding the coffee cup in his hand, Chen Moran said with some reluctance, according to the introduction in the magazine, even by 2010, the oil field still produces tens of millions of tons of oil every year, although the magazine mentioned that there will be a revolution in Mexico ten years later, but the Mexican political axe nationalized the oil field, but it was 34 years later.

With a return of hundreds of millions of dollars a year for 30 years, who is willing to give it up like this, even if he wants to sell the Mexican oil fields, he can wait until more than 20 years later, before Mexico has the idea of nationalizing the oil fields, sell the oil fields to that New Jersey standard, and in the end he can still squeeze out another amount of money.

Tasting the bitter coffee on the tip of his tongue, Guan Mingtang shook his head.

"If that oil field can only bring a few hundred million dollars in returns, then it is possible to succeed according to your plan, with the help of British influence, against the Rockefeller acquisition, but you can also see that even now, British support for Anglo-Mexican oil is limited, including Lieutenant General Fisher, who values the future of Persian oil more than Mexico."

I took a sip of coffee and glanced at the ships of various countries anchored in the Huangpu River.

"In the face of such a large amount of wealth, it is natural that British bankers could not have missed such a grand event, and their help was so generous at the beginning, wasn't it? They have provided huge loans to Britain and Mexico, and lobbied the political axe to support the British and Mexico companies, but they have turned their faces, will they do things that are not beneficial? Of course not! ”

"They wanted to squeeze out the Rockfick, and then pounce on the fat and take two bites." Saying that, Chen Moran added another sentence.

"It's not even as simple as wanting to take two bites, in the end they will do everything possible to directly control Anglo-Mexican oil, Rockefeller only wants oil fields, and those financiers want to annex the entire Anglo-Mexican oil company."

"Rockefeller! British financial business community! Chairman, these two wolves have pounced, how much chance do you think you have to save Anglo-Mexican Oil? ”

"It's not very likely that Anglo-Mexican oil will be completely preserved!"

Chen Moran, who walked to the window, stood in front of the window and looked at the other side motionlessly.

"But what they want is to dig out my heart and cut my flesh, even if I get hundreds of millions of dollars now, but what I lose is billions or even tens of billions of dollars, how willing is my heart!"

What does it feel like when things don't go your way?

Thinking of the recent encounter, Chen Moran really had a desire to go to the temple to burn incense, the news from the capital, the old woman and Li Lianying both held a grudge against themselves, if it weren't for the fact that Ji Li's card was in the way, even he might have been caught and thrown into the prison of the Criminal Department. Half a month ago, when Ji Li told him that he had received a certain amount of support and that Anglo-Mexican Oil had weathered the difficulties, Chen Moran thought that he had finally come to the end of his hardships.

The Mexican oil field plus the windfall harvest of the Persian oil field, Chen Moran can imagine when he closes his eyes, ten or twenty years later, he will become the richest person in the world, and he can also complete what needs to be done in the future, but now it's good, the dream hasn't woken up yet, and the cruel reality is in front of him, this piece of fat is not something he can monopolize, and even those people can leave him some scum, which is a great gift.

"What a heart."

Guan Mingtang muttered.

"You know them, do you think it's possible for them to give up on that oil field?"

"But...... Zheqin, do you know what you can do with the income brought back from the oil field? ”

When he turned to face Guan Mingtang, Chen Moran looked extremely serious.

"It can make you the richest person in the world, it can be used to expand the industrial factories of industrial companies, and it can accelerate the development of Pudong......"

Guan Mingtang said a series of help from the oil field, but Chen Moran suddenly stopped talking, Guan Mingtang didn't know what the money would be used for in the end.

Perhaps Chen Moran himself will become the richest man in the world because of his own oil fields, but the most important thing is that the money can support the future war, and even support the military, political, and economic reforms of the New Deal Axe, and at the same time provide and need funds for the education and industry of the New Deal Axe.

Britain and France have hundreds of years of foreign raids, the United States has a hundred years of accumulation, and it is said that it has the reparations of the First Sino-Japanese War, but what does China have? The only thing China can rely on is that oil field.

In the future, if needed, the money will be turned into a national bond from Chen Moran's hands, and Chen Moran will become the largest holder of the national bond, which is nothing more than just going out of the left hand and coming back with the right hand, while the individual profits, the country will also profit from it, not to mention ...... "That money can do a lot of big things!" ”

Chen Moran just muttered in the end, and the unwillingness on his face was unmistakable.

"However, last year, the world only extracted 200 million barrels of oil, and the market value was just over $200 million!"

Guan Mingtang said lightly on the side, since he knew that the chairman owned such an oil field in Europe, he paid attention to the "big oil field with an oil blowout close to the world's production", and also cared about oil profits, oil is indeed a black gold with great profits.

"Ten years from now, the world will need 1 billion barrels of oil a year! By then, Mexico will be able to produce at least 200 million barrels a year, Mexico will be able to provide me with $200 million a year, and in twenty years, the world will need at least 1.5 billion barrels a year......"

Chen Moran shook his head and put on an expression that you don't understand, how many people in this world understand the important surname of oil, they don't understand it doesn't mean that Chen Moran doesn't know, in the future as long as you turn on the TV every day, you will see too much oil-related news, wars, price increases, international relations, for China and themselves now, oil is just money.

"If China is Britain or the United States or Germany, you have a chance to own oil fields, don't you? But this is the Great Qing Kingdom, and ......"

After hesitating for a while, Guan Mingtang gently reminded him.

His words only brought a miserable smile on Chen Moran's face, a helpless and painful smile.

"Zheqin, when you go to Nanjing Road, you can see the one or two pieces of silver I lost, and it's still on display there!"

His expression changed with this sentence, almost every time Chen Moran found that his will had become weak, and even when he was intoxicated with the current life, he would get on the carriage and go to the "mahogany carriage" on Nanjing Road to see the one or two silver that Charlie put in the display case.

"When I took out the two pieces of silver, I said that the individual is strong, and the country is weak, and the individual will always suffer, and I am not willing to be slapped like that, and now I am even more unwilling to be blackmailed like this!"

Silence, after this sentence, the two of them were silent, Chen Moran stared at the Huangpu River with both eyes, looked at the Huangpu River with the outer [***] ship in the heart, couldn't say a word for a long time, and finally sighed again.

"Yes...... What's the use of being unwilling! ”

Shaking his head gloomily and helplessly, Chen Moran, who was powerless to fight back after being blackmailed by others, walked towards the desk with a slightly tired expression, and finally sat on the chair again.

"Since it is inevitable to sell, let's strive to sell it at a good price!"

After saying this, Chen Moran leaned back on the chair again, his eyes looking directly at Guan Mingtang.

"Zheqin, have you ever wondered if you are a Qing native or a Chinese?"

Silently meeting Chen Moran's gaze, Guan Mingtang looked at it for a while and shook his head.

"I am the king of a foreign country, and I lord the affairs of China! Protect the Qing Dynasty but not China. Maybe they've already told me the answer, don't you think? To be honest, a slave like me who died in the country can keep a little scum, it's all God blessed. It stands to reason that I really want to thank them! ”

After finishing speaking, Chen Moran leaned over to the desk again, took a note and began to write a telegram to Ji Li, even the most helpless reality still has to be faced.

"If it's just to maximize profits, then I have some suggestions!"

Looking at Chen Moran who was writing a letter, Guan Mingtang suddenly mentioned it, and said that he pulled the chair in front of Chen Moran's desk and went down.

Admiral Fisher smiled from the center of the office and greeted her.

"Ah, Miss Stirling! Come in. ”

When Kiri entered Fisher's office, the Admiralty staff closed the door behind her.

Fisher glanced at his pocket watch, it was a quarter past five, he knew what this Miss Stirling had come here for, and he smiled apologetically as Gilly was about to speak.

"Miss Stirling, I hope you understand, I'm only the Second Admiralty!"

Fisher also seemed a little helpless, he had given some support to Anglo-Mexican oil companies within his ability, but he was not able to control the behavior of London's financial industry.

"Your Excellency, in accepting your apology, I also need to convey my apology to you!"

Ji Li's seductive face showed a look of regret.

This time it was Fisher's turn to be puzzled, he was surprised to see Ji Li take out a piece of paper from his handbag, take it, he quickly raised his head, and when he wanted to say something, he stopped talking again. Businessmen are always like this, and it is understandable that they will choose to maximize their profits when there is only one choice, and the London financiers have pushed Gilly and her husband to a point where they have no choice.

"Your Excellency, what you see will be one of the terms of agreement between me and Mr. Rockefeller, and although we are only beginning to make contact, I would like to inform you before an agreement is reached, out of courtesy and gratitude for your help!"

Ji Li said solemnly, looking extremely serious.

And Fisher, knowing that he could not stop her decision, was a little moved, and the lady and her husband in front of him were undoubtedly respectable.

"Miss Sterling, are you sure you're going to do that? You know, maybe this condition will cost you tens of millions of pounds! ”

Fisher returned the note to Kiri with an uncertain tone in his tone.

"Your Excellency, General, you have given support to the Anglo-Mexican Oil Company, and I have also made a proper commitment to you, this is to maintain the sacrifice that must be made at that time, the only thing I hope is that Your Excellency the General can forgive Ji Li for her dishonesty!"

Ji Li stood up, holding her handbag in both hands, and bowed deeply to Fisher in front of her, the apology in her expression was unmistakable.

"My husband wants me to convey to the tax collector his gratitude for your support, and he says that this is probably the only way to express his apologies, and although it can't be compared to the oil fields, he still hopes that it may make up for something! At the same time, we hope to get your understanding! ”

"Miss Stirling! You and your husband are undoubtedly the most respectable people I have ever known! ”

Fisher, who was a little moved, looked at Ji Li seriously, he clearly knew what that simple note meant, which meant that the Miss Stirling in front of him would lose tens of millions of pounds or more, and the reason why he did it was only to apologize to himself, for the help he had provided, this kind of generosity and selflessness was unimaginable to him before today.

"Please turn to your husband, and ask him to visit England at any time, and mind that I wish to be able to welcome him as a friend! Also at the right time, if I visit Shanghai, I would like to be able to visit your husband as a friend! ”

Fisher said earnestly that for the first time he had a heartfelt respect, one might even say respect, for a businessman, and although he did not rule out the element of commercial interest, that agreement was unusually beneficial to Britain.

"I think my husband would be incredibly honored by this!"

Ji Li said with a smile, she knew what Chen Moran needed her to do, and she had done it, although she didn't know why her husband would make this "loss-making" decision in order to get acquainted with the Second Sea Minister in front of her, but she believed that even if he did it, he must have his intentions.

"Your Excellency, the Anglo-Mexican oil company may have become history, but the Anglo-Polish oil company still needs your support in the future!"

"It's my pleasure, Miss Gilly!"

Fisher bowed lightly rather gentlemanly, straightened his chest and looked at Ji Li in front of him seriously? Stirling.

"You and your husband are my friends at all times, and I ask you to believe that my friendship will stand the test as much as the friendship between you and your husband!"

The carriage of the luxury carriage was warm, not as cold as the streets of London at the end of October, and the soft sofa seats were also very comfortable, and Ji Li, who had completed her use, smiled and immersed herself in the memories of the two of them, knowing that she would soon be able to return to her home in Shanghai to her husband.

"Ji Li, those bank financiers may hate you to death because of this!"

Catherine said earnestly to her sister, whose face was beaming with joy that she had apparently received what she needed from Admiral Fisher, though she did not know what she needed.

"They also get what they need, don't they? Even if that's only part of it! ”

Ji Li said seriously, the British and Mexican oil company soon no longer belonged to her and Chen Moran, she looked at the pedestrians outside the carriage, and the chattering on the side of the road stopped.

"Yes! They will hate you, but it is Rockefeller who hates you even more! ”

Catherine said nondemittally that her brother-in-law got rid of all the contradictions, and when he got a unimaginable return, he was to some extent exchanged for the support of Rockefeller, and the Anglo-Polish oil company had completed the separation from the Anglo-Mexican oil company, and the two of them lost the Anglo-Mexican oil company, but they got an oil field that did not know how long it would take to extract oil. And what did Rockefeller and the financiers get?

"If they want to hate Rockefeller, let them hate! Sister, didn't we already make an appointment with Mr. Rockefeller Jr.? ”

Ji Li said with a smile, now there is only one last thing left.

At this moment the carriage passed by a newsstand, where the newspaper seller stood and shouted loudly, and whenever he heard his hoarse shout, passers-by might feel their whole body shake.

"Look at the moment in history, when the Mustang team won the greatest car race in history, and fourteen Mustang cars rushed through the Arc de Triomphe in turn......"

(To be continued)