Rebirth: Rising Hong Kong

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The port of Marseille, France, on a luxury cruise ship.

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Under the umbrella, Buffett was leaning comfortably on the sun lounger with two bottles of French red wine beside him, holding a fishing rod in his hand, fishing leisurely.

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On the deck, five blond beauties with hot body and hot body were chasing and frolic on the deck wearing swimsuits.

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On the sea more than ten meters away, there is a small boat, rippling with the waves, and sitting on the boat is a white-haired old man, who is also fishing like Buffett.

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Buffett has been watching the old man for a long time, and the other party basically didn't catch any fish.

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"Poor guy!" Buffett snapped his fingers, and a beautiful swimsuit stepped forward, "Bring me some cans of cold beer!"

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"Okay, Mr. Buffett!" The girl swayed away, turned back quickly, and handed Buffett two cans of cold beer.

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Buffett took the can of beer and stood up, shouting to the old man who was also fishing not far away: "Hey, friend! Would you like some beer?"

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The white-haired old man turned his head, looked at Buffett who was standing on the deck waving his arms at him, and said with a smile, "Thank God, of course!"

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"The Exotic Land Reclamation of Vegetable Skeletons"

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Buffett threw two cans of beer straight over!

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Clap!

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The beer fell on the side of the boat, and the white-haired old man picked up the net bag used for fishing and copied the two cans of beer into his hands, opened it with a tap, took a sip, and motioned to Buffett, "Cheers!"

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The romance of the French and the love of life are vividly displayed at this moment.

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Although the old man didn't catch any fish, he was still so happy because he got two free cans of beer.

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Contentment is always happy, this is the attitude of many French people.

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When Buffett was communicating with the old man across the sea, the entourage behind him came up and said, "Mr. Buffett, the meeting is about to start, Mr. Downey will let you over!"

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Buffett was stunned for a moment, then shrugged and said, "It's like this every time, bother me when I'm happy! God, when will I be clean and I won't hear Mr. Downey's name again?"

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This luxury yacht has a total of three floors, starting from the first floor and ending on the third floor. Whether it is the decoration style or the overall layout, it is more like a private club.

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Buffett came down from the deck and entered the lobby, which was laid out like a bar lobby, with an extravagant drink counter next to an old-fashioned record player and a bunnies serving wine.

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When the bunny girls saw Buffett, they all greeted him politely.

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Buffett smiled very gently, but when he took over a bunny girl and brought her a cocktail, he wiped oil on her cheek.

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Buffett drank his cocktails in one gulp. This is his habit before meetings. Strong cocktails will make him excited, and he can have a healthy and vigorous momentum in the meeting.

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After drinking, Buffett put the glass on the wine table and walked towards the door of the conference room.

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At the door, two black bodyguards saw him and immediately bowed to him.

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Buffett nodded, stood at the door, tidied up his clothes, and sighed at the palm of his hand. He had bad breath for free. After doing all this, Buffett nodded to the black man.

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The two black bodyguards opened the door of the conference room together.

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At this moment, the conference room was full of people. In addition to Donnie Rothschild, the big boss Buffett knew, the other six people were many high-level executives of the First Bank of France.

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Those French people looked very arrogant. When Buffett walked in, they all raised their chins and threw a contemptuous look.

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Buffett didn't care about these despising eyes at all, he smiled and bowed to Downey.

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Downey was chewing on a cigar, dressed in a neat black suit, with a big, shiny back, and a bow tie around his neck. With a martini in front of him, he leaned back on a chair, like the godfather of the Italian mafia.

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"Get to know what I told you just now, Mr. Buffett from Wall Street in the United States!" Downey pointed at Buffett arrogantly with a cigar in his hand, and introduced him to the French elders.

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Those French elders just nodded to Buffy, looking aloof.

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"As for the six senior executives of the First Bank of France, the leader is Mr. Mark! He is also the president of the bank!" Downey introduced.

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Buffett looked at the president, Mark, who was a short, fat man.

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French people, especially French men, don't have high requirements for stature, because they once had a French emperor, Napoleon, so it doesn't matter if a man is shorter, as long as he has the ability, he is a strong man.

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"And this Mr. Ball, who is the director of the bank's credit department, mainly in charge of asset lending!"

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Buffett looked at the Bol, but he was a tall and thin man like a bamboo pole.

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Downey introduced the six people one by one, Buffett quickly memorized their names and positions, and finally reviewed them again until they were exactly right.

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"Okay, now that everyone knows each other, let's sit down and have a meeting." Downey pointed to a chair and said to Buffett.

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Buffett walked over, sat on a chair, and faced the six French elders.

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Downey bit his cigar and acted as the leader of this meeting. He glanced at the few people in front of him with resolute eyes, and after a while, he said sullenly: "Now that the "Banking Act" we have been waiting for has been passed, then Before this law is launched, I am going to make a bold attempt! That is to make a huge stock investment with the money of your Banque Nationale de France! The amount involved is about one billion US dollars! What do you think about this?"

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"Of course there are opinions!" said the short and fat President Mark, biting his cigar and puffing at the clouds, "It's not like you can take out such a large sum of money! We also need a good excuse!"

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"Yeah, one billion is not a small amount, and you have to figure out the interest of the loan!" Director Bohr also said with a stern gesture.

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Downey smiled at these pretentious French people. "In the final analysis, don't you want money? The interest will be loaned to us at the lowest rate. In private, if this investment is successful, we will give you a dividend!"

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"After it's done? It's easy to put it, investment is risky, and you need to be cautious! No one can say that investment will not lose money! Don't say that there will be a dividend, or even the capital will not be recovered!" President Mark arrogantly.

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"Yeah, if that time comes, may I ask Mr. Downey, who will take this responsibility?" Director Bohr tapped his fingers on the table to strengthen his tone, "You can walk away, what about us? We ran out of bank funds, but that was Go to jail!"

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"That's right, it's a big deal! We need to think about it in the long run!"

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"I think this plan should be cancelled! If you use the National Bank's money to invest in stocks, you might lose everything!"

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Others also said.

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Downey calmly watched Mark's group chatting while holding a cigar, and after everyone stopped talking, he slowly said, "Do you think the profit I gave is too small to be worth your help? Or? Think my Donnie Rothschild name isn't big enough for you?"

None of the people present responded.

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"If it's because of money, we can talk about it again! But if I think Donny Rothschild isn't enough, then I'm sorry——" Downey looked around for a week, "I'll find someone New recruits to replace you! Bank presidents, vice presidents, directors of the credit department, etc., many people are rushing to do it!"

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This sentence was full of threats, and the entire conference room fell silent.

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"What, no response?" Downey asked at last.

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The conference room was still very quiet.

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Downey suddenly got up and slammed the cigar into the ashtray, until the cigar was flattened, and then he raised his head and said, "Did you hear that?"

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"I hear it," Mark said.

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"I hear it," Ball said.

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These French elders, who were still in high spirits just now, were all wilted like eggplants beaten by frost.

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Downey smiled, "Since everyone is no longer against it, then let our genius trader, Mr. Buffett, talk about the next investment plan!"

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Buffett stood up, looked at the old French who were no longer arrogant, and said with a smile: "Actually, my investment plan is very simple, one billion, and I will double it for you in three years..."

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Those French elders all refused in their hearts at first, which made it clear that their investment this time was not good for them.

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But after Buffett started speaking, their expressions became weird, from repulsion and indifference at the beginning, to now their eyes glowing and listening intently.

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One billion doubles in three years!

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10% is 100 million US dollars!

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At that time, wouldn't the six of them get at least ten million yuan each? !

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Including President Mark, they began to be tempted.

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…

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After more than an hour, the meeting was over.

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The six bank bosses seemed to be very satisfied with Buffett's explanation of the investment. Although their attitude was a little arrogant, they no longer had the contempt for Buffett before.

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After all, a talented person will be looked at by anyone.

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"If you have time, you can go to the deck for a drink!" Downey smiled and said to Mark and the others, "I've arranged those models for you, but don't waste them!"

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Everyone is a man, and as soon as I heard this, I immediately understood.

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"Thank you, Mr. Downey, for your care!"

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"That model seems to be a new star?"

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"Let's go out and have a look!"

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The Mark Six couldn't wait to go to those female models for "heart talk".

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After they left the conference room, Downey stopped Buffett, who was about to get up and leave.

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"You did a good job just now!" Downey got up, walked to the wine cabinet in the conference room, poured a glass of vodka himself, and took a slice of lemon and handed it to Buffett, "Beauty in spirits is the standard for a hero!"

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Buffett took the vodka, took a sip, frowned and said, "It's all arranged by you, Mr. Downey, and those French veterans will be obedient!"

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Downey smiled, poured himself a glass of vodka, added lemons and ice cubes, and shook it in his hands: "Wrong! It's not my prestige that makes them obey, but their greed! To be honest, since France came out After a Napoleon, there will be no heroes in this romantic country!"

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"What about De Gaulle, doesn't he count?"

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"He's just a lucky guy pushed out by the current situation!" Downey took a sip of vodka and let the spirits roll around his throat before swallowing. "But most heroes have tragic endings, Prometheus is, Napoleon is, so I hope you can break this curse and become the luckiest hero!"

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"You will see this day, dear Mr. Downey! After I defeat that Shi Zhijian..." Buffett vowed.

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"Then now I want to know how you dealt with him!" Downey laughed.

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Buffett hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "It's actually very simple, I heard that Shi Zhijian's Longteng Fund is aggressively longing oil futures, and recently European countries have introduced policies to suppress oil prices, especially Germany is still controlling the state's control over oil prices. Energy dependence..."

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"Besides, I got a tip through Wall Street that those Arab countries that produce oil have increased their oil exploration in the past two years, resulting in oil hoarding, and prices have been depressed again and again! Even so, in order to make money from oil sales, Arab oil-producing countries have The oil extraction volume is still increasing at the rate of 30 million barrels per year!"

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"It can be seen that, whether it is the international environment or the internal environment, the price of oil, a resource, is being pushed down year by year, so when Shi Zhijian is long in oil, I choose to be short!"

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Immediately after that, Buffett directly took out the information from the briefcase he carried with him, and used facts to prove his speculation that the price of oil, an energy source, will gradually decrease in the next one or two years, so this period is the best time to short oil futures. good time.

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After Buffett finished talking about his conjectures and plans, Downey drank vodka, leaned over the conference table, and his expression became thoughtful.

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After a while, he looked up at Buffett and said, "Will there be any changes? After all, that Shi Zhijian is very cunning. You have also learned from him in the UK!"

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"Variable?" Buffett scoffed, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "Unless there is a war in the Middle East, or there is a big explosion in a world-class large oil field, if not, there is no variable at all!"

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Downey nodded when he heard the words.

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Since the end of World War II, "war" has become a luxury money-burning game.

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No country or region will take the initiative to provoke a "war" upper body.

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As for the oil field explosion, it has happened before, but not many times.

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The future that can be called **** is nothing but the explosion of the British North Sea oil field in 1988.

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Based on this inference, the future price trend of oil should be a price reduction.

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As for the reason why Shi Zhijian wants to increase oil resources, it may be that a gambler is making big bets against the market.

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Thinking of this, Donnie Rothschild smiled, "You're right! Although Shi Zhijian is treacherous, he is not an immortal, so how can he be counted in anything? He is also considered unlucky for him to fight us in the stock market this time. , he is no match for us in terms of human, material and financial resources!"

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Buffett also looked proud: "Yeah, I really want to see him come to France to raise funds now with a sullen face!"

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"Come on, dear Buffett! Toast to this mighty and unfortunate enemy! I wish him a happy time in France!"

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"cheers!"

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