Chapter 132 Tiger-mouthed wolves

When the train staggered around a curved section on the track, several people in the luxury carriage on the train cheered up. Later, the train seemed to shake its body uprightly and speeded up under them. The iron wheels on the track chirped regularly. At this time, the people in the carriage relaxed again.

They have been proofreading the investigation report in London for a week. At present, at the end of the nearly five-minute break, some of them are smoking silently, and some are writing scattered and incoherent comments, waiting to start again.

Paul? Forster squeaked his straight pipe, and then he realized that the end of the smoke had burned out, so he began 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-Mexico Petroleum?"

Opposite the aisle, George? Elliot looked up from the page of the document he was looking at.

"A week ago, Admiral Fisher submitted a report to the Prime Minister of Salisbury, listing a detailed statement, describing the important surnames of oil and the necessary surnames necessary to ensure that the Anglo-Mexico company controls the Mexican oil field before the oil is released from the Persian oil field. I really don't know the details, Paul, maybe. We got some information from some friends"

He frowned again and thought that there were too many things that had happened recently.

"King Edward is very concerned about the current car race from Yanjing to Paris. In the past, people suspected that the 20th century was the era of cars, but now? The Chinese "mustros" have been the first to cross the Volga River, and 15 Mustang cars have entered Tszin. They are mass-produced cars. The harsh roads and environment, and tens of thousands of miles have confirmed the advent of the automobile era. There is no oil in the UK!"

"So, at least until Persia really extracts oil, they will definitely support Anglo-Mexico oil companies."

Horace? Dr. Wigel said that as an expert in the UK, he can say that he knows the UK very well.

"Oil is like coal. If they really realize the important surname of oil, and now, the important surname of oil will be fully displayed to the world with this car rally, and if the Persian oil fields can't be extracted, even at the risk of conflict with the United States, they will ensure themselves. The oil supply!"

Elo nodded.

"Yes, compared with Britain, our political axe can't give too much support. After all, not everyone can realize the important surname of oil. Moreover, as you know, Mr. Roosevelt has never had a good impression on Mr. Rockefeller and the New Jersey standards."

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

Cas? Miller spit out smoke and said that the Mexican oil field is too big, just an oil well, spewing out tens of millions of barrels of oil in two months. This is a large oil field that is enough to make the whole world crazy.

"Do we have any other ways?"

Eliot frowned.

"There may be other ways, such as indirect acquisitions. Now those financiers on the UK's Needle Street hope that Anglo-Mexico Oil Company will be listed. According to their estimates, the market value of Anglo-Mexico Oil Company is at least 200 million pounds. Just 50% of the amount, I think that's enough. But it takes at least 100 million pounds, that is, at least 450 million US dollars.

He barely smiled.

"I guess it's difficult for Mr. Rockefeller to accept such an approach, right?"

No one in the luxury car answered this question. Paul? Fowles slowly rubbed his hot pipe pot. Horace? Wigel took off his gold-framed glasses, raised them to the light, and then put them on again. Cass? Miller took a calm sip of coffee and stared down at the gorgeous Turkish carpet in the carriage.

Cas? Miller sighed.

"Now, although we have spread the news that Miss Sterling is the wife of Chinese with the help of British newspapers, although Miss Sterling is now subject to the micro-words from the upper class, it is just a micro-word. In the face of wealth, any so-called "race and bloodline" has become a decoration!"

He said he combed his smooth gray hair with his hands.

"Well, gentlemen, can you tell me, is there anything else we can do?"

This silence lasted for a while, and Eliot's eyes kept staring at the young man sitting in the carriage. This time, in order to acquire Anglo-Mexico Oil Company, Mr. Rockefeller sent the best candidate, even his son. Little John from beginning to end? D? On Rockefeller's face, he saw boredom and careless emotions, and even didn't say a word, just occasionally looking at the information in his hand.

"Oh, now that we have arrived in the UK, tell me how many opportunities we have to buy this company!"

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

"If we are willing to spend enough money! I think it's about 600 million US dollars. We can get 50% of his shares when it is listed on the Anglo-Mexico Oil Company!"

"Yes."

Horace? Weigel repeated and checked the yellow manuscript in his hand. In Horace? Cass and Paul on Wigger's right also looked at the manuscript on their thighs without squinting, and nodded tiredly to show their consent.

"600 million!"

Little John? D? Rockefeller shook his head.)

"Now, let's calculate it carefully. If we spend 600 million US dollars, how many years will it take to recover this investment?

He moved slightly in the chair, brought the typing manuscript closer to his face, and then began to read it out loud with a slow, monotonous accent without any comments.

"The estimated reserves of the oil field are not less than 10 billion barrels, uh-huh! That's $16 billion, right? The future price increase of oil should be taken into account. It is estimated that in 20 years, Europe will need to import more than 500 million barrels of oil every year! So literally, it's appropriate for us to spend 600 million US dollars to buy shares in Anglo-Mexico Petroleum, isn't it?

Horace? Dr. Wiggle looked up at little Rockefeller.

"Yes, if it is used for 600 million US dollars to acquire Anglo-Mexico Petroleum, it will not only further consolidate the company's position, but also may bring hundreds of millions of dollars in return to the company every year in the future."

Cas? Miller nodded.

"This is exactly why Morgan bought Carnegie Steel Company with an actual value of no more than $400 million for $492 million. The future benefits of mergers and acquisitions need to be considered in the process of mergers and acquisitions."

Paul nodded and wrote a sentence on the edge of the recording paper very conscientiously. The acquisition in the next few months will exhaust everyone's energy.

But little Rockefeller continued to read down.

"Interestingly, do you think it is possible for the British to buy shares in Anglo-Mexico Petroleum Corporation?"

Then he said thoughtfully.

"Do you mean that even if British financiers are kind to let go of this fat meat, the British Admiralty may invest in the acquisition of shares of Anglo-Mexico Petroleum in the future to protect fuel?"

"I think it's like this. If oil shows his important surname, even if Ji Li's husband is Chinese, it is still possible for the British to do so in order to ensure oil safety."

Cas? Miller nodded and said.

Horace turned to Cass.

"So you think Britain's support for Britain and Mexico is limited, right?"

"This is not limited and unlimited support, but is determined by the important surname of oil."

Cas? Miller said seriously.

"The reason is social and economic."

"All right, gentlemen,"

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

"Let's not start analyzing the cause first!"

Then he looked around at the people in the carriage.

"I think my father said it very clearly when I came."

Little John? D? Rockefeller went on. He went on.

"We must buy 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 the oil fields in Persia at the same time, if we..."

"At least in the short term, we can't get involved in Persia. Similarly, we must also let the British understand that we have the determination to get the Mexican oil field!"

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

"Last year, Mr. Morgan acquired Mr. Carnegie's steel empire. At that time, we were busy with the world territory of the oil industry, and now it is the same. If we let the Anglo-Mexico Oil Company expand, then twenty years later, we will have to encounter a strong competitor. Gentlemen, Morgan bought it. Carnegie's entire steel empire, and at the same time, bought several iron mines in our hands, and established the American steel company on this basis. The deal cost more than $1 billion, and all the funds were provided by the syndicade, led by Morgan. So far, Morgan has successfully achieved a monopoly on the steel industry in the United States. The steel output of its steel enterprises accounted for about 65% of the total steel production in the United States at that time. The era of trust enterprises has been started by my father, but now what we need is to further consolidate this empire!"

Little John? D? Rockefeller gently raised his right hand and then pointed out of the train window.

"At least, we now understand that the British political axe's support for Anglo-Mexico Petroleum is limited. The British financial community regards Anglo-Mexico Petroleum more as a prey. As for Miss Sterling, we must consider that she is just a dilapidATED aristocrat with a large oil field. On the surface, she seems to get what she needs. With the support, even the Royal Navy helped her get the tanker. Just as we were talking, with the help of the British political axe, she had shipped back 1.5 million barrels of oil to Britain, but gentlemen, the prey is prey! If we can give enough attractive numbers, then..."

Little John? D? Rockefeller's words paused, showing some confidence.

"We can take this prey back from other people's mouths!"

The train continued to drive in the direction of London, and the elites from the United States in the luxury car continued their plans while discussing how to give the deadliest blow to Anglo-Mexico.

In the gray hall, Ji Li and Catherine looked calmly at the tycoons in front of them in the London financial industry. They came here for only one purpose.

"Issory of shares!"

Catherine asked back calmly. The reason why she came to London was at Ji Li's request. Ji Li won official support, but these greedy bankers, like wolves, began to seek rewards after giving her initial help. The reward they asked for was very straightforward. Yingmo Petroleum Company Shares of.

"Only in this way can the financial pressure of Anglo-Mexico Oil Company be alleviated."

Leo? Milas took Catherine's words. His voice was not loud, but with an unquestionable taste.

Although the Rothschild family abolished the branch of the United States due to a strategic misjudgment 37 years ago, which led to the rise of the Morgan family, although the excessive transfer of funds to control the New World led to a sharp decline in the control of the Rothschild family in the Old World. Prime Minister Bismarck seized this God-given opportunity to form Deutsche Bank through the reparations of the Franco-Prussian War, and quickly formed a new Juncker consortium through industrialization and a series of dazzling mergers and acquisitions: the four largest banks of Germany.

The rise of new financial groups in Europe and the rise of the New World Morgan Consortium directly led to a great decline in the strength of the Rothschild family, but the influence of the Rothschild Consortium in Britain and the Old World is beyond doubt.

"This may be the reward for help, isn't it?"

Obviously, Catherine was not scared by the fame of the Rothschild family, but heard his words. She turned around with an unclear smile on her face, just looking at Ji Li.

"I will not agree to list 60% of the company's shares and issue the shares you expect at a price of £35 per share."

Ji Li took a deep breath and looked at the financial merchants in front of her. This so-called "future fate of Anglo-Mexico Petroleum" meeting was actually just a dirty meeting. At 35 pounds per share, they bought 2 million shares before listing. They only need to "generously" take out 70 million pounds to control Anglo-Mexico oil companies.

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

Sherfield, vice president of the Bank of England, who was full of silver hair, said slowly.

"If we lose the support of the financial community, Anglo-Mexico Petroleum will become the prey of Rockefeller!"

When helping Anglo-Mexico to obtain the support of the British political axe, they provided quite powerful help, suppressing the accusations of the upper class and the public about Ji Li's inappropriate marriage. They even provided loans of up to 13 million pounds to Anglo-Mexico to build an oil refinery in the United Kingdom. They have paid too much for Yingmo to buy an oil tanker, and now it's time for her to give in return.

"In your eyes, we are just prey, aren't we? Almost everyone is eager to pull a piece of meat from Anglo-Mexico Petroleum. Rockefeller's greed is to annex Mexico's oil fields, while you are to control Anglo-Mexico Oil Company. In contrast, who is more like a hound?

Looking at these people in front of her calmly, Ji Li replied bluntly, leaving no affection for these people. In Ji Li's view, Yingmo Petroleum 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. The bankers and their representatives around the long table listen to this explicit sarcasm. There was a little embarrment. In the end, as a coordinator, Sheffield forced a smile.

"Miss Sterling, Mrs. Owen, even after issuing shares and listing, there is still no company that can regret your controlling position when you get the development bonus required by the company."

Sherfield pondered calmly for a while. In fact, this is not only needed by London's financial industry, but also what Britain needs. Perhaps Miss Sterling's husband is also a Chinese investor of the oil company. China can't affect Britain's interests, but out of caution, Britain's finance The world still needs to control some of the stocks of Anglo-Mexico.

"And, Miss Sterling, you have to consider a loan of 13 million pounds now. You can't avoid this problem, can you?"

Kathleen accompanied Ji Li out of the conference room, and then followed her along the aisle to the hall on the first floor. There was a large window on one side of the wall of the hall. At present, it seems to be a sea of uneven heads and colorful hats.

Ji, who was a little depressed, frowned and looked at Catherine with her sister's arms.

"Sister, why are they so greedy!"

"Because everyone is very greedy!"

Catherine said quietly, and then the two of them walked along the middle passage. Catherine walked with a straight back and glanced at the people in the hall with a sense of superiority, while Ji Li looked very gentle and shy.

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

"Ji Li, will you promise them?"

Catherine turned her head and looked at Ji Li. Although she knew that this question was useless, it was not Ji Li who made the final decision, but her brother-in-law who was far away in Shanghai.

The original generosity of those bankers may have been prepared to seize Anglo-Mexico Petroleum now, and even to seize control in the market in the future. 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. Her two goals were all confused. She simply hoped to protect her family's property, but now, one person after another 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)