A Dodge truck pulls into Bull Town, an obscure town between Dallas and Houston with a small population and small, short streets that can be seen at a glance.

In addition to the tavern, there is a grocery store, a tavern, and a bank.

I don't know which idiot banker opened a bank here, and he didn't have much business in normal times, just to give some loans to farmers, and over the years, the nearby farmers gradually owed money to the bank.

Houston's banks have failed quite a bit, but the banks are still alive and lending money to farmers who are struggling financially, as long as they mortgage their land to the banks.

Droughts, sandstorms, and damned economic depression are tormenting the town, and more and more farmers are getting on their knees begging for mercy without impressing the banks, and more and more people are losing their land.

And those who have not yet lost their land, they are losing their land.

Stopped in front of the town's only tavern, a man in a denim suit got out of the car.

George Bush, the man who had just lost his farm, had been helping people run transportation lately, and every time he passed by the bank, he would pause for a moment in his gaze at the fools who walked out of the bank with a dejected face.

"Luckily, I can still help people sell alcohol!"

Because of Prohibition, it was impossible to say tavern on the door, but the Reagan Hotel, which never sold a meal.

The street was deserted, there were no pedestrians, the man looked around, found nothing unusual, walked to the door of the tavern and shouted inside.

"The goods are coming!"

A couple of men came out of the tavern, and the tavern owner Reagan smiled at the sight of the truck, he had been waiting for these goods for a long time.

"Hi. George! ”

"Hi. Reagan. ”

Reagan was a tavern owner. He took a look into the car, nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand, and instructed a few guys behind him to move things to the car.

One by one, wooden boxes were moved into the tavern.

"Let's go, go in and have a good drink!" Reagan invited.

"No problem, Reagan." The driver named George readily agreed.

"Damn Biden, you give me a little care. Don't break my goodies. ”

The shopkeeper shouted at one of the porters, and Biden smiled, not minding that the owner Reagan was rude, and he pried open the box, which was full of wine.

Biden took out a bottle of wine and handed it to Reagan playfully.

Reagan expertly "tested" and was satisfied with the quality of the wine, and Arenas did not brag, albeit with some delay, the wine was "good". It's cheaper and better than the wine made by the farmers in Bull Town.

On top of that, that guy actually got in touch with a big guy in the police department. The business is getting bigger and bigger.

Reagan was a little jealous, but he also enjoyed the benefit of being able to sell alcohol more unscrupulously in the future.

"At this time of the year, the eastern cotton merchants and beef cattle merchants have gone to Bulltown, and now they don't know where to go. Probably all went to Wall Street to buy stocks! ”

After a glass of wine, Bush told a bad joke.

"Everybody went bankrupt, and now the bank is the landlord of Bull Town, and most of the land has been bought by the bank."

Reagan said worriedly.

The bank took a fancy to the land in Bull Town, but did not find someone to manage the land properly, which was a little weird, and couldn't help but say it.

"Maybe people have taken a fancy to what's underground, haven't everyone in Texas been looking for oil everywhere in recent years?" Bush said casually.

"If there is oil in Bull Town, aren't you at a loss?" Reagan laughed and added, "I really want to see you regret it, so my business will be better." ”

Bush shook his head, a farmer without land is like a wife without a wife, and the taste of it is not something that a liquor dealer like Reagan can experience.

So he bowed his head and was silent.

Bush left Bulltown after delivering the goods, and the Dodge truck drove along the country road made of weeds and dirt, and the feeling of loneliness and vastness came to me.

In the distance is an endless pine forest, and it is said that there is a lumber yard on the other side of the pine forest, but the people of Bulltown have never been to the other side of the pine forest because the pine forest is too big.

Dididi――

A convoy appeared in front of them, all Dodge trucks, at least a dozen or so.

Someone in a car in front of him waved to Bush and signaled to stop.

Bush slowed down, the two sides stopped, and the man asked, "Is Bulltown here?" ”

"Yes." Bush nodded, and then looked at the stopped convoy, the carriage was full of all kinds of tools, these people were going to the field to do engineering?

The thought crossed Bush's mind and he asked, "Who are you?" Are you going to fix the Hoover Project? ”

"We're Halliburton Oilfield, and we're going to Bulltown to develop the oilfield!"

The other party replied.

"There's oil in Bulltown?" Bush hurriedly asked.

"Don't you know that all of East Texas is crazy right now, and everyone is looking for oil!"

The man was a little surprised, looked at the shabby appearance of Bush's collar and smiled, "Give you a piece of advice, if you want to get rich, you have to rely on this!" ”

As he spoke, his fists twitched up and down, comparing the movements of a pumping machine when it was working.

On the way back to Houston, Bush saw more and more trucks heading to Bulltown, loaded with all sorts of oilfield equipment.

"Deserted and remote East Texas is about to change!" He muttered.

Then, almost every day, he heard about the East Texas oil fields, some said that Rockefeller had taken a fancy to it, others said that Mellon's Gulf Oil Company had also arrived, and that the local oil tycoons were not to be outdone, and thousands of small oil merchants flocked to East Texas like locusts.

When there are more people, the moonshine business is better, and Bush attends more frequently. Occasionally, planes will be seen flying in the sky, and big oil companies will use planes to scout the East Texas oil fields, and even the sky will not be at peace.

The Halliburton Oilfield Company was very efficient, and a month later it found oil in Bulltown, and soon a huge oil storage tank was built in Bulltown, and the oil pipeline from Bulltown to Houston was built.

"Alas, I don't have that life!"

Bush came to Bulltown again, and Reagan's tavern expanded. It has become a veritable hotel. Still unable to satisfy the dreamers such as oil workers and oil merchants who flocked to them.

"The bank is still the same bank. In the past, people didn't pay attention to its name, but recently it has changed its name, and everyone knows it as Wells Fargo. ”

Reagan was very happy to see Bush and excitedly briefed Bush on the changes in Bull Town.

"The story of Reagan and Bush was popular in Bulltown, where Reagan was a success, oil saved his pub, and Wells Fargo funded him to expand his business. And Bush is a frustrated man, before the big development. He sold his farm. ”

In the tavern, Dr. Pratt, vice president and head of engineering at Occidental Petroleum, was smiling and telling the story of Bulltown to visiting Stuart and Handar Brown.

Occidental Petroleum owns almost the entire East Texas oil field, and if it seizes the East Texas oil field, it will seize the energy lifeline of the United States, which is the most proud thing for Situ Nan.

"The story of Reagan and Bush is really good."

When Situ Nan heard these two names, he had to laugh secretly, and couldn't help but look over. Fortunately, it was just a coincidence of names, and those two guys didn't grow into the faces of handsome Hollywood guys and the faces of communist/industrialist/isty/righteous fighters.

"I said it. It's a treasure of tens of billions of tons, and the Doctor brought Halliburton Oilfield Company in, and the two sides worked together, and they did a good job. Otherwise, Western Petroleum alone would not be able to develop this super oil field. ”

Situ Nan lowered his voice and expressed his appreciation to Pratt.

Pratt was in charge of oil development, Handar Brown was in charge of the oil company, and Stuart was more focused on coordinating the close cooperation of the various companies in the Williams consortium to fight off the coveting of the East Texas oil fields by other forces.

"We've already drilled 200 wells, and if we work harder, we can drill 1,000 wells.

Despite optimistic estimates, the East Texas field could produce 500,000 barrels of crude oil per day. ”

Pratt's eyebrows fluttered, his face excited.

The success of the East Texas oil fields established the hegemony of the Western oil company in the American oil industry, and it was of great significance to the country -- the Western oil company faintly had the momentum of the Standard Oil empire of the past.

"The fly in the ointment is that oil prices are too low now, and the price of Houston crude oil has fallen to 15 cents a barrel, and we have lost a lot." Handar Brown said with a frown.

"Low oil prices allow us to make a lot less money, and at the same time, it can also kill other oil companies!"

Situ Nan smiled, looked confident, glanced at Dr. Pratt, and thought: Dr. Pratt's estimate of the production capacity of the East Texas oil field is still too conservative, and the oil field production can be increased several times.

Continuing to describe in a seductive voice: "Think about it, when we put a huge amount of oil on the market, Mobil, Exxon, Gulf, BP, and Shell, which had just suffered heavy losses in the economic crisis, were beaten by us again, and they were even more anxious than us. ”

"That's right! We need to get ahead of the second oil conference and expand our market share as much as possible. It's going to look good! ”

Henda Brown was quick to reflect.

Pratt nodded.

The decision to expand production capacity and crack down on competitors was soon reached.

The discovery of the East Texas oil field changed the pattern of the international oil market, and now Western oil companies have built an oil artery from the Gulf of Mexico to the Great Lakes, and the oil transportation network covers the east and west coasts of the United States, as well as Europe and Asia, and has established an oil network all over the world, more than the Mobil-Exxon oil empire of Rockefeller.

Manipulating oil prices, striking at the enemy, and influencing the world, Situ Nan's means and vision are no worse than those of OPEC later.

Most of the countless "others" who hoped to get a piece of the East Texas oil field failed to do so, and many of them were already poor and gave it a go, but soon lost everything and lost their jobs completely, and the Texas prairies could no longer sing the glamorous jazz music that was popular in the past.

Time is very short, the memories in my mind are still gone, but I feel that the flashy and rich twenties are so far away that they are like ancient legends that have gone away, so strange, so unexpected.

"Low oil prices have cost big oil companies, and small and medium-sized oil merchants have hurt even more."

When he came to Texas, it was natural for Situ Nan to visit his old friend, Senator Anderson.

Seeing Situ Nan, Anderson complained.

"So, a lot of people are taking risks and even stealing oil from Occidental Petroleum Company."

"This behavior is shameful, the company has invited a security company to protect the oil field." ”

The complaints of small and medium-sized oil merchants. It's a real headache for senators and state officials. But what is the matter with Situ Nan? To say that there is something. It is also a good thing that oil fields can be bought from small and medium-sized oil merchants at a low price.

"I heard that the state government is ready to set up a commission for the transportation of petroleum railways and impose an emergency martial law if necessary?" Situ Nan asked directly.

If there is nothing to do, Situ Nan wants to reach an agreement with the local officials in advance.

The senator nodded.

On his recommendation, Stuart met with Governor Ross Sterling, one of the four Texas oil tycoons.

Ross Sterling is a hard-line conservative who, upon meeting, asks directly: "Texas oil is bursting." I've gotten a lot of complaints about Occidental Petroleum, and I personally believe that Occidental Petroleum has gone awash in production and caused Texas oil prices to plummet. ”

As soon as they met and ate a nail, they were asked in a questioning tone, Situ Nan didn't have a good face, and he said lightly: "So what?" ”

"I hope that Occidental Petroleum will take the initiative to limit production and contribute to the increase in oil prices, which is also beneficial to Occidental Petroleum Corporation."

Rose Sterling quickly realized that his tone was a little good, and that the person in front of him was a real big man, and he should be polite.

When he spoke again, he was much more respectful.

Situ Nan also knew that the bankrupt petty oil merchants were about to riot. Occidental Petroleum and other big oil companies have bought a lot of oil fields during this time, and agents of the Rockefeller family are quietly buying oil fields in Texas.

It's time to take a break!

Situ Nan thought for a moment. Nodding, in principle, I agreed to limit production and ensure price.

But whether to do it or how to do it is another matter, and Occidental oil companies are not afraid of the state government.

With the acquiescence of Big Oil, the state government imposed military control on several major oil-producing counties, sending thousands of National Guard personnel into the fields, which temporarily halted production for a few days.

At the same time, the Railway Transport Commission also imposed quota production, which was a ruthless move, which suddenly restricted the transportation of crude oil to the outside world, and small and medium-sized oil merchants could not transport oil to the outside world, so they had to grit their teeth and accept it.

A week later, the price of oil in Texas returned to 90 cents per barrel, and even Situ Nan had to admit that the governor "used a knife and a gun", and the effect was really good.

Of course, Occidental Petroleum and Chevron have their own transport pipelines, which are not at all restricted by the Railway Transportation Commission and can produce according to their own schedules.

However, on the surface, under pressure, the quota production system of the Railway Transport Commission was conditionally accepted.

"Again, we do ours, and no one can order us to do anything."

Before leaving Texas, Stuart told Pratt.

"Of course. Oil prices will rise, but they will not stop at 90 cents. Soon the court will rule that the state government's forced halt to oil production is unlawful. ”

Pratt laughed.

Looking at Situ Nan and Henda Brown, who were in suits and leather collars, the two were about to attend the oil conference in the Scottish Highlands, thinking of this, he smiled again, "The real quota production, the meeting to allocate the production quota is no longer Dallas." Good luck! ”

On board the William, Stuart South asked Henda Brown, "What is the share of the Western Department this time?" ”

"At least 50% in North America and 3/2% in the world!" Henda Brown Road.

"Good! That's it! ”

Situ Nan nodded.

The oil conference was a spoils meeting for the major oil companies in Britain and the United States, and morally people wanted to criticize them, but that's the way it is.

In the last meeting, several major oil giants carved up oil production, mainly in the Middle East, after the Middle East and North Africa oil exploitation, oil production increased greatly, and the competition between them became more intense, and it was inevitable that price competition would occur, and everyone lost a lot of money, so it was necessary to hold a new meeting to distribute the market.

"If they refuse to recognize our status, it's a big deal, we take a step back and make them happy, it's time for our market to not let a gallon! Who but God can oversee us oil companies! ”

Situ Nan said again.

"Don't worry, I'll have a good fight with them!" Henda Brown assured.

Although Situ Nan attended the meeting, in the name of the boss, he strongly expressed the attitude of the Western system: "It is necessary to limit crude oil production, but the market share must be distributed according to the current production capacity of each company.

The share of Chevron and Occidental Petroleum must not be less than 40%! ”

As soon as this statement came out, someone immediately retorted: "Exxon and Mobil's share will not be less than 45%!" ”

When the oil giants of Britain and France saw it, they cursed in their hearts. Just you Americans contract the earth!

This. Got it back?

Don't talk about the Europeans. The Mellon's Gulf Oil Company also sneered and snorted coldly.

After the discovery of the East Texas oil field, the Gulf Oil Company failed to intervene and was flatly rejected by the Western Oil Company, which somewhat affected the relationship between the two companies.

Business is business, though.

It was a meeting of intrigue and bargaining.

Situ Nan took the Scottish Highlands Conference as a holiday and stayed for a few days. Cheer up Henda Brown and go to the European continent to investigate.

Moreover, Exxon and Mobil's boss Rockefeller Jr. did not attend, and Situ Nan, as the leader of the consortium, could not lose too much points, and quarreled with a group of chairmen.

The 6 million unemployed in Germany need more attention from Stuart.

Many Germans have obtained jobs in the Far East through the Wilhelm Foundation, and it is estimated that the number of Germans who go to the Far East to make a living will reach 100,000, but this is only a drop in the bucket.

"The Germans still rely on the Führer to save them!"

Walking through the streets of Berlin, the scene you see is almost the same as what you saw after the last defeat: decay, chaos, lifeless, soulless, not like a noble Aryan?

The meeting with Wang Chen was in a hotel. Wang Chen was sent to Germany to take charge of some intelligence liaison work. In addition to making friends with the German military, political and business circles, he also sent money to Hitler and became a good friend of the top of the Nazi Party.

"Isn't the mustache crazy, but it's attractive?"

Situ Nan asked with a smile.

"There's only a thin line between a genius and a madman, and I'm believing in that saying more and more." Wang Chen said with a smile.

"The warehouse knows the etiquette. The quality of the Germans may be the best in the world, but when they are hungry, their IQ is consciously or unconsciously reduced. It just so happens that guy has a mentally handicapped aura, which is the most suitable for today's Germans! ”

Situ Nan commented.

Wang Chen nodded, Situ Nan's evaluation was appropriate.

The economic crisis gave the Nazi Party a chance, and the Nazi Party was on the rise.

Poverty, turmoil, precariousness, insecurity, and society is either on the far left or on the far right.

And neither the far left nor the far right is a good thing.

"Would you like to meet?"

Seeing that Situ Nan seemed to be interested, Wang Chen asked.

Situ Nan had the heart to meet with the mustache, but what did he say when he met?

Mustache is a very sensitive person, and he knows him better than him, so if he accidentally says something out of his mouth, will it make him resist?

Perhaps, talking about art, is a good choice.

Considering the reputation, I didn't want to "dye" the nobility of the Führer, so I shook my head: "Forget it when you meet, it's better to find a chance to peek." ”

"Take a look at his mesmerizing speech!" Situ Nan added.

"It just so happened that he had a street talk in the afternoon!" Wang Chen said.

On the streets of Berlin, there were crowds of people, and Situ Nan was fortunate to see the figure on the podium!

During the speech, the voice was hysterical, his fist was waved, and his hand was raised at a 45-degree angle: "You may say: Mr. Hitler, I need a job, a piece of bread."

Yes. You're right, life is so important.

But I want to tell you, there is one thing in this world that is more important than life, and that is freedom!

That's dignity!

As long as the French flag flies over Alsace and Lorraine for a day, our dignity does not exist!

As long as those French, Englishmen ...... in our land"

After speaking, he looked solemn, looked up at the sky, and worshiped like a god.

The Germans present were fascinated by this, and they were beaten with chicken blood, as if they had seen bread and dignity.

The effect of winning the hearts and minds of the citizens of Berlin in a single speech is truly incomparable!

Situ Nan shook his head, retracted his gaze, and returned his attention to the street café where he was.

Seeing that Hans next to him was happily looking at the figure not far away, he asked with a smile, "Are you sure he is the person you are looking for?" ”

"He's great, isn't he?"

Hans nodded, not hiding his admiration for that person at all, Farben IG needs such a person to reunite Germany!

For this speech, Farben donated 500,000 New Marks.

Situ Nan didn't want to reorganize the company, and Hans did it anyway.

Farben IG Company finally merged in the hands of Hans, and for this reason there were some conflicts with Situ Nan, and the relationship has been estranged a lot in recent years, but it is worth it.

Because Farben IG is not just a chemical giant, but the entire German chemical industry!

Only by integrating the entire German chemical industry can we compete with the world.

BASF's synthetic ammonia technology, which BASF is so proud of, was plundered by the victorious countries after the war, and then spread uncontrollably.

China was originally a backward industrial country, and after the technology of synthetic ammonia was transmitted to this country, the output of chemical fertilizers was higher than that of Germany, which made the Germans feel painful - obviously, they could make that money.

In terms of organic chemistry, the Americans invented nylon and synthetic rubber, seizing markets around the world, and their synthesis technology is ahead of Germany.

Germany lacks industrial raw materials such as rubber and plastics, and needs synthesis technology more than the United States.

If that politician was the savior that the Germans needed, then Hans also secretly felt that he was the one needed by the German chemical industry.

That's my mission!

"You did make a good investment! Farben IG, perhaps, is a natural pair with the Nazis! ”

Situ Nan commented with a smile.

"Isn't it the same with the Meihua Company and the Zhi Gong Party?" Hans smiled as well.

Situ Nan shook his head lightly, noncommittal.

"The German economy is sluggish, and even if the Nazi Party comes to power, it may not be able to solve the problem.

"The ......"

Hans's gaze fell on Situ Nan's face, and he spoke with some difficulty, euphemistically proposing his thoughts.

He wanted to repair the relationship with Situ Nan and get the money and technology that Farben IG needed from Situ Nan, as well as - oil and rubber!

The street speeches dispersed, the Germans gathered in the streets and refused to disperse, and the crowd was still cheering, as if they had decided that a savior had appeared.

In the quiet café not far away, Situ Nan's eyes fell on Hans's face, and seeing that there was pleading and a little humility in his eyes, he had already thought in his heart that a few years later, would the beautiful Faben need to beg for people like this?

"Good!" Situ Nan nodded.

Walking out of the café and on the way to the Hindenburg House, Situ Nan happened to meet the mustache.

The mustache saw Wang Chen sitting in the car, and saw the strange man accompanied by Wang Chen, the man smiled at him and nodded, was slightly stunned, and then passed by......

When the dust of the second oil meeting fell, Situ Nan met an angry Henda Brown. The Western Department was boycotted by other oil companies at the meeting, and the results were not satisfactory.

"It doesn't matter, since we can't get the results we want at the meeting, let's take the initiative! Who will restrain us?

……

I have already negotiated with Farben to supply 2 million tons of crude oil and refined products to Farben every year. ”

South Szeto Road.

This is just the beginning, and the supply of oil to Germany is expected to be much more than that.

If nothing else, even if Germany and the United States go to war, Western oil companies will continue to supply crude oil to Germany through Spain.

Historically, Rockefeller's Mobil Oil Company did just that.

Shortly after leaving Germany, the Nazi Party came to power, and a new page in history was opened.

(To be continued.) )