Vol 6 Chapter 114: Shen Jiannan's trump card

Shen Jiannan actually has no trump card in his hands.
Uh!
　　 As a peg, it's too bad to take the trump card.
　　 This guy actually caught a lot of nuclear bombs.
　　 The foundation of Rockefeller and those old-fashioned families has always been in the energy field, relying on the monopoly of energy and petrodollars to suppress the world.
　　 But the times are changing after all.
　　 Although monopoly has stopped the development of science and technology and constrained the progress of society, it cannot constrain time and space.
　　 In the oil crisis era and the second oil crisis era, I am afraid that no one would have thought that there are more cars and more developed industries, but the price of crude oil has fallen to grandma's.
　　 Decrease in demand?
Obviously not.
　　 No one would have thought that the shale oil, which was discovered a hundred years ago and now considered as a chicken rib, would become the biggest nightmare of the OPEC group.
　　 North Dakota, USA.
　　 Markel Klopp carried an old suitcase and was coaxed out of an oil refinery. His old black-framed glasses fell to the ground, and even a shoe fell because of being pushed and shoved.
　　 This geophysical scientist, who was born in Germany and grew up in the Soviet Union, has traveled more than half of the earth through trials and hardships, like a laughingstock, no longer the glory of the past.
　　 The manager of the Shenandoah Petroleum Company branch who pushed him sneered at the scientist who was once unknown but devoted all his energy to geological exploration.
　　 "Old man, do you know how ridiculous your thoughts are?"
　　 "The cost of our oil extraction is only five dollars per barrel, while your shale oil costs five hundred dollars per barrel."
　　 "God. You are as ridiculous as holding a ring that can get good luck and selling it to Mr. Rockefeller."
　　 "Don't you understand what it means?"
　　 "Do you think that big people like Mr. Rockefeller still need God to grant luck? Money? Beautiful women? Status? Or anything you want?"
　　 "And you are even more ridiculous than the lucky ring sold to Mr. Rockefeller."
　　 "Get away, don't let me see you again, you idiot wasted my precious time."
　　 "Shale oil. That's shit. Understand?"
　　 "......"
Markel Klopp was very angry, but he didn't dare to refute it. In this capital world? 　Just like what this said in front of me? 　The shale oil mining technology he studied is just shit-like rubbish— -Worthless.
　　Now a barrel of oil can only be sold for twenty dollars? 　I also presented a barrel of oil? 　 And his shale oil mining, but each barrel cost five hundred dollars.
Enduring the anger and deep humiliation in my heart? 　Markel Klopp picked up his shoes, and glasses from the ground? 　Holding hopeless hope, prayed: "Sir. You listen to me? 　 If you can give me this project With sufficient funds, I will definitely reduce its production costs."
The manager of the Shenandoah company laughed wildly: "Lower? Do you think we haven't tried it? We invested 2 billion dollars in costs, but we couldn't even sell for 100 million dollars. They are all like you, Cheated away the bonus that should belong to us? 　Don't get out."
　　 "......"
　　Markel Klopp was frightened and left in a hurry?　Waiting until no one was there, he couldn't help but roared out of control when he pointed to the place he had come over.
"You idiot. You bastard, I curse you to hell. Do you understand that this new technology will change the times, I promise, one day? 　My invention will make you oligarchs complete Go to hell."
　　 "FUCK."
　　"You capitalists, short-sighted? 　You only know the profit at hand."
　　 "Fuck."
　　 "Woo..."
　　 "......"
　　 Swearing, Markel Klopp’s suitcase fell to the ground? 　Sit on the ground like a desperate child and started crying.
　　From the oil crisis years, he gave up physical research and invested in geological exploration? 　Discovered that shale oil can be further developed? 　And set up a research and development team in Polar Bear Oil Company.
　　Did you ever think about it? 　All his dedication overnight was treated as and even driven out of the Soviet Union.
　　 He traveled from Europe to many countries, and from Europe to all continents in the United States, and promoted all the oil companies, but no one recognized his research.
　　 Almost two decades of hard work have been ruined, and faced with the experience of not being able to live in a motel, this determined scientist completely collapsed.
　　 is like a child, lying on the ground crying.
　　 Looking at the yellow sand in the sky, Markel Klopp has never been as desperate as he is now.
　　 Even Xuelan does not recognize his research project. In this world, who can have huge funds to support the terrorist funds invested in his project.
　　 No one can.
　　 The mockery of the manager of the Xuelan company is still in my ears.
　　Isn’t it like selling lucky rings.
　　 Sky-high lucky rings can only be afforded by Morgan, Rockefeller and the world’s top consortia, but these giants don’t need the help of the goddess of luck.
　　 And those who need, have ideas, it is impossible to afford such expensive things.
At this moment, a man with a hat and leather jacket covered with dust and yellow sand quietly walked behind Markel Klopp and said: "Mr. Klopp, you don’t seem to be in a good situation right now. You need me Help?"
　　 Markel Klopp was taken aback. He saw people smiling and thought that he had nothing to lose. He wondered: "Who are you? Do you know me?"
Peng Er smiled and said, "Is it important? I think what you need most now is to find a hotel to take a hot bath and have a big meal. If you like, there are beautiful girls waiting for you. "
hot shower?
Feast?
　　 There are women?
　　 Markel Klopp was stupid. After he understood what Peng Er was talking about, he couldn't help laughing wildly: "Do you think you are the messenger of God?"
　　 Peng Er also smiled very happily. He had received the task of finding Markel Klopp for a long time, and he finally completed it today.
　　 took out a cigarette and handed it over, Peng Er said: "If you have to think so, of course, he is a in the eyes of many people. Of course, I think he is a devil."
　　 "......"
　　 At this time, Paris, France.
　　 Shen Jiannan did not have any adverse reactions to being scolded as a devil. He looked at Avril with a mischievous smile on his face. His eyes, eyebrows, and nose were all shocked, unbelievable, and deeply surprised.
　　 And Avril Lavigne's still a little immature face is full of pride, the slyness in the transparent eyes is as moving as a cute elf.
　　 Is it a pleasant surprise?
　　 Is it unexpected?
　　 Not happy.
　　Although Avril Lavigne didn't say anything, her talking eyes had already said everything with joy.
　　 Harm!
　　 The expressions on Shen Jiannan's face are all pretentious.
　　 I had expected this moment when I knew Morgan had calculated himself.
　　 The French Financial Secretary hosted a banquet. Of course, such a good opportunity must send someone to explain the trouble in his name.
　　 Who else is more suitable than Avril Lavigne to come forward?
No.
　　 scorned the shamelessness of Old Morgan in his heart, even his granddaughter was calculated, Shen Jiannan excitedly grabbed Avril's hand and asked: "My angel, why are you here? I am so happy to see you."
　　 Avril laughed as happy as she ate honey.
The word 　　 angel and Shen Jiannan’s excitement all show that the man in front of him loves himself so much.
　　 "My brother said you might be here, so I asked him to bring me here."
　　 Avril said with a smile, and 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 with a few ladies, showing good self-cultivation in every move. The handsome gentleman was polite and made a few ladies. It was full of smiles.
　　 Damn bastard, he's so handsome with me.
　　 Shen Jiannan cursed in his heart, took Avril’s hand and said,
Don’t you introduce me to my elder brother?

　　 Avril was a little shy, but she still took Shen Jiannan and walked over to Pier Ponte John Morgan.
　　 Little Morgan noticed that Shen Jiannan had come in. At this time, he noticed that his sister had brought people over, smiled apologetically at the ladies, and looked at each other with Shen Jiannan.
　　 I have to say that capital has the effect of strongly altering genes.
　　 Nearly two hundred years of family inheritance, the descendants of the Morgan family are genetically perfect. Pierre Ponte John Morgan, as the first heir of the Morgan family, is impeccable in terms of temperament, cultivation, appearance and height.
　　 With a smile on his face, he stared at Shen Jiannan, but he didn't fall into any disadvantage, and he was not afraid of the plundering, domineering, and invincible belief in Shen Jiannan's eyes.
　　 Of course, with the Morgan family's background, as the first heir in line, Jr. Morgan has this capital to look at anyone.
　　 Shen Jiannan is not good either.
　　 You must know that the former Morgan, but the creditors of the world, any country’s finance ministry has to rely on the breath of the Morgan consortium.
　　 Although it is no longer famous, and has been suppressed by the Conservative Party for many years, the family label has been gradually diluted, but the power accumulated at the end of the century is so huge, it has become a large and invisible existence than its reputation turned into a phantom.
　　 Controlling the Monetary Fund in the name of the government, and controlling the World Bank by the Multilateral Guaranteed Investment Agency and the International Bank. Every move affects the direction of the world economy.
　　 Besides, this is in France.
　　From Morgan’s largest estate in France, we know how close the relationship between Morgan and France is.
　　 On the 27th, the World Bank officially announced its establishment after the Bretton Woods meeting, and the World Bank began operation. The first batch of loans approved was a loan of 250 million US dollars to France.
　　What concept?
　　 After the conversion, in the subsequent international loans, no country has surpassed this loan amount, even thirty years later.
　　 And even the disintegration of the Soviet Union is inseparable from the Phantom.
　　 Since 1990, 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.
　　 You can imagine how terrifying this Morgan is.
　　 Of course, Shen Jiannan didn't fall into the trap. As a peg, he has the background to fear no one, not to mention that there is a woman like Avril beside him.
　　 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 to whether Morgan used this as a bargaining chip for marriage, what does it matter?
　　 Soon, the two sides got together.
　　 Avril let go of Shen Jiannan's hand, grabbed Little Morgan's arm and said, "Brother, this is Shen, my boyfriend, you know."
　　 Pierre Ponte John Morgan stretched out his hand politely, shook hands with Shen Jiannan and smiled and said, "Shen. Hello, 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 his face, Shen Jiannan shook hands with Little Morgan and said, "Uncle, hello. I am very glad to see you here. I often hear Avril Lavigne talk about you. I have never met. regret."
　　 Brother!
　　 This Chinese name made Pierre Morgan's face twitched, except that Shen Jiannan's hand was a little sore, as well as this name.
　　 As the rumors and father said, this guy is a bastard.
　　 A pang of pain came from the wrist, and Pierre Morgan pulled back the back of his hand to the back, maintaining his grace and said, "Oh. Then we should have a good drink."
　　 The two stared at each other, almost sparking.
　　 Avril was a little puzzled, why the atmosphere between the two men who met for the first time was so strange, and there were all doubts in her eyes. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
　　 At this moment, a waiter passed by and Shen Jiannan concealed a glass of red wine and ran into Pier Morgan.
　　 are really inexplicable men.
　　 Avril was still puzzled, but seeing the two men seemed to have reconciled, a smile appeared on her face again and she took Shen Jiannan's arm.
　　 Pierre Morgan was very grateful for his sister's relief, and the hand behind his back hurriedly moved vigorously, very disgusted with Shen Jiannan's overbearing and sneaky handshake.
　　 At this moment, a white-haired old man with a big belly and red face came over holding a wine glass, glanced at Shen Jiannan, and said to Pierre Morgan,
Mr. Ponte, it’s been a long time.

　　 Pierre Morgan raised his glass and touched the person and said, "Oh, Mr. Kantsu, I am very happy to see you. Shouldn't you be in Washington at this time? How come back suddenly."
　　 What is this special is to ask knowingly.
　　 You are working on Lao Tzu's hometown, can't I come back and have a look.
The person here was IMF President Michel Condesu, who was not ashamed of Little Morgan’s brazenness in his heart, but his face was calm: "Oh. I just had a vacation recently, so I will come back and have a look. I won’t introduce you. Will your friend admit it to me."
　　 Old fellow, you can really pretend.
　　 Jr. Morgan also despised Kant's old cunning and cunning. It took Morgan a hundred years to be unable to penetrate France completely, because many old families secretly supported politicians like Kant's, and they often made troubles.