Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

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

Well!

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 imagined that rock shale oil, which was discovered a hundred 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 because 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 else 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?

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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 20 dollars, and a barrel of oil is given as a gift, while his shale oil extraction costs 500 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 two billion dollars in cost, but we can't even sell it at a price of one hundred million dollars. It's all fucking bastards like you, You cheated away the bonus that should belong to us, so get out of here quickly.

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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.

Wooooooh.

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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 twenty 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 it and have ideas, it is simply impossible to afford such an expensive thing.

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 and said, 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.

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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.

Looking along the line of sight, a young man in his early thirties, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, was chatting and laughing happily with several ladies. He showed good self-cultivation in every move, and he was a gentleman and courteous, which made the ladies face It was full of smiles.

Damn bastard, almost as handsome as me.

Shen Jiannan cursed in his heart, took Avril's hand and said, Won't you introduce me to my uncle?

Avril Lavigne was a little shy, but she still pulled Shen Jiannan towards Pierpont John Morgan.

Little Morgan had already noticed Shen Jiannan coming in, and at this moment, he noticed that his sister was leading someone over, smiled and apologized to the ladies, and looked at Shen Jiannan together.

It has to be said that capital has a strong effect of changing genes.

With nearly two hundred years of family inheritance, the descendants of the Morgan family have perfect genes. Pier Pont John Morgan, as the current number one heir of the Morgan family, is impeccable in terms of bearing, cultivation, and appearance.

He looked at Shen Jiannan with a smile on his face, but he didn't fall into any disadvantage. He was not afraid of the predatory, domineering and invincible belief in Shen Jiannan's eyes at all.

Of course, with the background of the Morgan family, as the first in line heir, Morgan Jr. has the capital to look at anyone.

Neither can Shen Jiannan.

You know, Morgan in the past was a creditor all over the world, and the Ministry of Finance of any country had to rely on the breath of the Morgan consortium.

Although it is no longer as famous as it used to be, and has been suppressed by the Conservative Party for many years, and the family label has been gradually weakened, the power accumulated over the past century is so huge that it has become a large and invisible existence compared to the phantom of fame back then.

Holding the International Monetary Fund in the name of the government, and holding the World Bank through multilateral guaranteed investment institutions and international banks, every move affects the world's economic trend.

What's more, it's in France.

From the fact that Morgan's largest estate is in France, we know how close the relationship between Morgan and France is.

On December 27, 1945, the World Bank was officially established after the Bretton Woods Conference. When the World Bank began to operate, the first batch of loans approved was a loan of 250 million US dollars to France.

What concept?

Converted value, in subsequent international loans, no country has surpassed this loan amount, not even thirty years later.

And even the disintegration of the Soviet Union is inseparable from the Phantom.

Since the 1990s, the World Bank has approved a large number of loans to the Soviet Union.

According to World Bank regulations, loans must be guided by the bank's macroeconomic policies and debt issues, and even have the right to directly intervene in economic operations.

It is conceivable how terrifying this Morgan is.

Of course, Shen Jiannan wasn't at a disadvantage either. As a coward, he had the background of not being afraid of anyone, not to mention having a woman like Avril by his side.

From a psychological point of view, this guy will only feel that he has made a lot of money and will not feel so disadvantaged.

As for whether Morgan took this as a bargaining chip for a marriage, it didn't matter.

Soon, the two sides got together.

Avril let go of Shen Jiannan's hand, grabbed Morgan's arm and said, Brother, this is Shen, my boyfriend, you know.

Pierre Pont John Morgan extended his hand politely, shook hands with Shen Jiannan and said with a smile, Hi, Shen. It's a pity that I didn't see you last time. It seems that my sister likes you very much.

With a hypocritical smile on Shen Jiannan's face, he shook hands with Little Morgan vigorously and said, Brother, hello. I am very glad to see you here. I often hear Avril talking about you. It is really a shame that I have never met Pity.

Uncle!

This Chinese address made Pier Morgan's face twitch. Apart from the pain in his hand being held by Shen Jiannan, there was also this damned address.

Sure enough, as the rumors and father said, this guy is a bastard.

A sharp pain came from his wrist, and Pierre Morgan pulled the back of his hand back calmly, maintaining his demeanor and said, Oh. Then we should have a good drink.

The two looked at each other, and sparks almost flashed.

Avril Lavigne was a little puzzled, why the atmosphere between the two men who met for the first time was so strange, and their eyes were full of doubts.

At this moment, a waiter passed by, and Shen Jiannan touched Pier Morgan with a glass of red wine.

Really weird men.

Avril was still puzzled, but seeing that the two seemed to be reconciling, she smiled again and took Shen Jiannan's arm.

Pier Morgan was very grateful for his sister's rescue, and hurriedly moved his hands behind his back, feeling very disdainful for Shen Jiannan's domineering and sneaky handshake.

At this moment, a white-haired old man with a pot belly and a red face came over holding a wine glass, glanced at Shen Jiannan, and said to Pier Morgan, Mr. Ponte, long time no see.

Pierre Morgan raised his glass and clinked with the visitor, saying, Oh, Mr. Condesuu, I'm very glad to see you. Shouldn't you be in Washington right now? Why did you come back suddenly?

This is so knowingly asking.

You are messing with my hometown, why can't I come back and have a look?

The person who came was IMF chief executive Michelle Condesuus. He was very ashamed of Little Morgan's brazenness, but his face remained calm: Oh. I just happened to have a vacation recently, so I came back to take a look. I won't introduce you. Will your friend recognize me?

Old guy, you can really put on a show.

Little Morgan also despises Condesuu's cunning and cunning. It took Morgan a hundred years to completely infiltrate France, because many old families secretly supported politicians like Condesuu, and repeatedly obstructed them.