Reborn Financial Overlord

Shen Jiannan shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you don't cooperate when you are robbed, it means discrimination, then yes."

After a pause, Shen Jiannan continued: "Yesterday, when I was shopping with my two female companions, I met those black people. They asked me to give them some money. As everyone knows, I am very willing to do charity work , but at the same time as I decided to offer them a job, they thought I was discriminating against them and threw up my arms"

"..."

"That's how it happened."

"France is a romantic and warm country. I love it from the bottom of my heart, just like I love you, beautiful lady."

"But I was threatened. Fortunately, the French police were very good and solved the trouble for me."

"Hello, Mr. Shen, I am a reporter from the Gelan Economic News. Some analysts believe that wherever you go, disasters will inevitably occur. Therefore, the sharp drop in the franc is just an omen. What do you think about this?"

"Oh. I don't know whether to be honored or angry about it. But I went to America a while ago and fell in love with a girl named Avril Morgan, and as our relationship developed, the dollar ended The decades-long decline began to rebound and rise, does this mean that the girl is an angel and brought good news to the United States?"

"..."

There is an eternal truth in the capital market.

The reaction of the market is always faster and more sensitive than the news.

The press conference of the French Ministry of Finance was still being held, but the franc market suddenly reversed its downward trend and rebounded violently.

By the end of the afternoon, the franc had regained 5.00% of its [-]% drop yesterday.

at this time.

Three o'clock in the afternoon EST.

Old Morgan was sitting alone in his study drinking afternoon tea.

There are gourmet refreshments on the table, but the tea is a rare Chinese black tea.

This is a habit he has cultivated for many years. After eating a pastry, drinking a cup of black tea, and reading a book, although life is dull, it will become more fulfilling.

The door of the study was gently pushed open from the outside, and the old butler Alan Radcliffe walked in with a restrained body, and put the newspaper in his hand on the table.

It was a newspaper from France.

Old Morgan Zhizhu took a look at the content, his dim eyes were dull and deep, but he was calm and calm as if God controlled everything.

He had expected that Shen Jiannan would definitely go to France.

And everything is under his control.

As for Shen Jiannan's affirmation of the French economy and the value of the franc by the French Ministry of Finance, it was also within his expectations.

Like Germany, France's financial market is not fully open. Although Morgan Estate has deep roots in France, it is not so easy to influence France.

The Jewish consortium's attack on the franc this time was just a temptation.

Obviously, the French central bank reacted quickly and has not been fully affected by the European currency market.

If Shen Jiannan can't even see through this point, then he is completely ineligible to marry Morgan, let alone enter the IMF to share profits.

But looking at it, old Morgan's Gujing Wubo's eyes were a little turbulent, and he couldn't help but curse: "This bastard."

Alan Radcliffe, who was standing with his hands together, smiled and said, "Master Shen obviously understands women's thoughts very well."

Old Morgan said unhappily: "This bastard obviously knew that Avril Lavigne had gone to France."

Radcliffe continued with a smile: "It seems that Master Shen likes Miss more than we imagined."

Old Morgan was noncommittal. He predicted Shen Jiannan's trajectory, but Shen Jiannan predicted his own trajectory, and named his granddaughter to kidnap him. It felt really bad.

But unfortunately, he couldn't refute it.

You can think of it with your ass, and soon someone will ask him whether Avril Lavigne has a relationship with Shen Jiannan.

This is so... you have to admit it.

Shameless!

Throwing away the newspaper in annoyance, old Morgan said angrily, "Have you found out who is behind those bastards?"

Radcliffe picked up the newspaper and clipped it and said: "Cliff's people did it, probably under the instigation of DuPont. I think it was Rockefeller who wanted to plant a thorn between us and Young Master Shen. We need to send someone solve this problem?"

"No. If he just dies like this, he is completely unqualified to marry us. I think he must have a trump card in his hand to suppress Rockefeller, otherwise he will never force us to publicly admit our relationship and put ourselves in Rockefeller's shoes." Absolutely."

Chapter 1 Fourteen: The Ace in Shen Jiannan's Hand

In fact, Shen Jiannan didn't have any trump card at all.

Uh!

As a hanger, taking the ace is too much to lose points.

This guy actually has a handful of nuclear bombs in his hand.

The foundation of Rockefeller and those old families has always been in the energy field, relying on monopolizing energy and using the petrodollar standard to suppress the world.

But times do change after all.

Although monopoly stops the development of science and technology and constrains the progress of society, it cannot restrain time and space.

In the era of the oil crisis and the second oil crisis, I am afraid that no one would have imagined that with more cars and more developed industries, the price of crude oil fell to grandma's house.

Lower demand?

Obviously not.

No one would have thought that rock shale oil, which was discovered 100 years ago and is now discarded as tasteless, would become the biggest nightmare for the OPEC group.

United States, North Dakota.

Markelle Klopp was coaxed out of an oil refinery with a battered suitcase, his antiquated black-rimmed glasses dropped on the floor and even a shoe as he was jostled.

This geophysicist who was born in Germany and grew up in the Soviet Union, who has traveled more than half of the world after several trials and hardships, is like a laughing stock, and has lost the glory of the past.

The branch manager of the Shenandoah Petroleum Company who pushed him looked at this once unknown scientist with a sneer on his face, but devoted all his efforts and energy to geological exploration.

"Old guy, do you know how ridiculous your thoughts are?"

"We only need five dollars to extract a barrel of oil, but your shale oil costs five hundred dollars a barrel."

"My God. You're as ridiculous as selling Mr. Rockefeller with a good-luck ring."

"Do you not understand what it means?"

"Do you think that a big man like Mr. Rockefeller still needs luck from God? Money? Beauty? Status? Or anything you want?"

"And you are even more ridiculous than selling a lucky ring to Mr. Rockefeller."

"Go away, don't let me see you again, you idiot wasted my precious time."

"Rock oil. That's shit. Got it?"

"..."

Markel Klopp was very angry, but he didn't dare to refute. In this world of capital, just like what the damn bastard in front of him said, the shale oil extraction technology he studied is garbage like shit— — worthless.

Now a barrel of oil can only be sold for [-] dollars, and a barrel of oil is given as a gift, while his shale oil extraction costs [-] dollars a barrel.

Enduring the anger and deep humiliation in his heart, Markel Klopp picked up the shoes and glasses from the ground, and begged with hopeless hope: "Sir, listen to me, if you can give me this project With enough funds, I will definitely reduce its production cost."

The manager of Shenandoah laughed wildly: "Reduce? Do you think we haven't tried it? We invested 20 billion dollars in cost, but we can't even sell it for [-] million dollars. It's all fucking bastards like you, cheating After leaving the bonus that should belong to us, get out of here."

"..."

Markelle Klopp was frightened and left in a hurry, and when there was no one there, he couldn't help pointing at the place where he came and roared uncontrollably.

"You idiot. You damn bastard, I curse you to hell. Do you understand that this new technology will change the times, I promise, one day, my invention will completely wipe out you goddamn monopolies To hell."

"FUCK."

"You capitalists are short-sighted and only understand immediate profits."

"Hold."

"Woooo..."

"..."

Cursing and cursing, the suitcase in Markel Klopp's hand fell to the ground, and he sat on the ground and cried like a desperate child.

Since the oil crisis, he gave up physical research and devoted himself to geological exploration, found that shale oil can be further developed, and established a research and development team in Polar Bear Petroleum Company.

He never thought that all his hard work and effort would be treated as rubbish and even kicked out of the Soviet Union overnight.

He traveled from Europe to many countries, and from Europe to all continents of the United States, and sold all the oil companies, but no one recognized his research.

Almost 20 years of hard work were ruined, and faced with the situation that he could not even live in a motel, this determined scientist completely collapsed.

Like a child lying on the ground crying.

Looking at the yellow sand all over the sky, Markelle Klopp has never been as desperate as he is now.

Even Xue Lan didn't approve of his research project. In this world, who else could have huge funds to support the terrifying funds invested in his project.

No one can.

The ridicule of the manager of Shenandoah Company is still in my ears.

Isn't he like selling lucky rings?

Sky-high prices of lucky rings can only be afforded by Morgan, Rockefeller, and the world's top consortiums, but these giants don't need the help of the goddess of luck at all.

And those who need and have ideas, it is simply impossible to afford such expensive things.

At this moment, a man with a hat and a leather jacket covered with dust and yellow sand quietly walked behind Markel Klopp and said: "Mr. help?"

Markelle Klopp was taken aback. Seeing the smiling faces of the visitors and thinking that he had nothing to lose, he wondered, "Who are you? You know me?"

Peng Er smiled and said: "Is this important? I think what you need most now is to find a hotel to take a hot bath and eat a big meal. If you like, there are beautiful girls waiting for you. "

hot shower?

Feast?

And women?

Markel Klopp was dumbfounded. When he understood what Peng Er was saying, he couldn't help laughing wildly: "Do you think you are the messenger of God?"

Peng Er also smiled happily. It has been a long time since he received the task of finding Markle Klopp, and he finally completed it today.

Taking out a cigarette, Peng Er said, "If you must think so, of course you can. He is a god in the eyes of many people. Of course, I think he is a devil."

"..."

At this time, Paris, France.

Shen Jiannan didn't have any adverse reactions at all because of being called a devil. He looked at Avril with a mischievous smile on his face, his eyes, eyebrows, and nose were full of shock, disbelief, and deep surprise.

On the other hand, Avril Lavigne's still immature face was full of complacency, and the slyness in her transparent eyes was as touching as a cute little elf.

Isn't it a surprise.

Isn't it surprising.

Not happy.

Although Avril Lavigne didn't say anything, the talking eyes had already said everything with joy.

Harmful!

The expression on Shen Jiannan's face was all fake.

When he knew that Morgan was planning on him, he had expected this moment.

The French Finance Secretary held a banquet. Of course, it was such a good opportunity to send someone to explain the troubles in his name.

Who else is more suitable than Avril Lavigne?

No.

In his heart, he despised the old Morgan's shamelessness and plotted against his granddaughter. Shen Jiannan excitedly grabbed Avril's hand and asked, "My angel, why are you here? I'm so happy to see you."

Avril Lavigne smiled as happily as eating honey.

The word "angel" and Shen Jiannan's excitement all showed that the man in front of him loved him very much.

"My brother said you might be here, so I asked him to bring me."

Avril said with a smile, her eyes glanced at a place not far away.