Port of Marseille, France, on top of a luxury cruise ship.
Under the umbrella, with two bottles of French red wine beside him, Buffett was leaning comfortably on the sun lounger, holding a fishing rod in his hand and fishing leisurely.
On the deck, five hot blonde beauties wearing swimsuits chased and played on the deck.
On the sea more than ten meters away, there was a small boat swaying with the waves. On the small boat sat an old man with white hair, who was also fishing like Buffett.
Buffett has been watching the old man for a long time, but he basically didn't catch any fish.
"Poor guy!" Buffett snapped his fingers, and a beauty in a swimsuit came forward, "Bring me a few cans of cold beer!"
"Okay, Mr. Buffett!" The girl swayed and left, then quickly came back and handed two cans of cold beer to Buffett.
Buffett took the can of beer and stood up, shouting to the old man who was also fishing not far away: "Hey, friend! Do you want some beer?"
The white-haired old man turned around, looked at Buffett, who was standing on the deck waving his arms to him, and said with a smile: "Thank God, of course!"
Buffett just threw two cans of beer over!
Snap!
The beer fell next to the boat. The white-haired old man picked up the fish net bag and took the two cans of beer into his hand, opened it, took a sip, and motioned to Buffett: "Cheers!"
The romance and love of life of the French people are vividly displayed at this moment.
Although the old man didn't catch any fish, he was still so happy because he got two cans of free beer.
Contentment is the attitude of many French people in life.
While 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 wants you to come over!"
Buffett was stunned for a moment, shrugged and said: "It's like this every time, disturbing me when I'm happy! God, when will I be able to be pure and pure and never hear Mr. Downey's name again?"
…
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.
Buffett came down from the deck and entered the lobby. The layout here is similar to a bar lobby, with a luxurious drinks station, an old-fashioned record player next to it, and a bunny girl serving drinks.
When the bunny girls saw Buffett, they all greeted him politely.
Buffett smiled like a gentleman, but when he took the cocktail from a bunny girl, he wiped some oil on her face.
Buffett drinks the cocktail in one gulp. This is his habit before meetings. Strong cocktails can make him excited and give him impassioned momentum in meetings.
After drinking, Buffett put the glass on the wine table and then walked towards the door of the conference room.
At the door, two black bodyguards saw him and immediately bowed to him.
Buffett nodded, stood at the door, straightened his clothes, and breathed into the palm of his hand again, free of bad breath or something. After doing all this, Buffett nodded to the black man.
Two black bodyguards opened the door of the conference room with their bows on the left and right.
At this moment, the conference room was full of people. In addition to Donny Rothschild, the big boss whom Buffett knew, the other six people were many senior executives of the First Bank of France.
The French people looked very arrogant. When Buffett walked in, they all raised their chins and gave them a look of contempt.
Buffett didn't care at all about the looks that looked down on him. He smiled and bowed to Downey.
Downey was chewing a cigar, wearing a crisp black suit, with his hair slicked back and a bow tie around his neck. He had a glass of martini in front of him and was leaning on a chair, looking like the godfather of the Italian Mafia.
"Get to know Mr. Buffett from Wall Street, who I just told you about!" Downey held a cigar, pointed at Buffett arrogantly, and introduced him to the French big guys.
Those French bosses just nodded towards Buffett, looking condescending.
"As for these six senior executives of the First Bank of France, the leader is Mr. Mark! He is also the president of the bank!" Downey introduced.
Buffett looked at President Mark, who was a short, fat man.
The French, especially French men, do not have high requirements for stature, because they once had a French Emperor named Napoleon, so it does not matter if a man is shorter, as long as he is capable, he is a strong man.
"And this Mr. Bol is the director of the bank's credit department, mainly responsible for asset lending!"
Buffett looked at Bol, but he was as tall and thin as a bamboo pole.
Downey introduced the six people one by one, and Buffett quickly memorized their names and positions, and finally reviewed them again until they were accurate.
"Okay, now that everyone knows each other, let's sit down for a meeting." Downey pointed to a chair and said to Buffett.
Buffett walked over, sat on a chair, and faced the six French bosses.
Downey chewed his cigar and acted as the leader of this meeting without hesitation. He glanced at the people in front of him with unruly eyes and said calmly after a while: "Now that the Banking Bill we have been longing for has been passed, then in this meeting
Before the bill is launched, I am going to make a bold attempt! That is to use the money of your National Bank of France to make a huge stock investment! The amount involved is about one billion US dollars! What do you think of this? "
"Of course there are opinions!" The short, fat President Mark spoke, puffing away at his cigar, "Such a large amount of money can't just be taken out! We also need a good excuse!"
"Yes, one billion is not a small amount, and the interest on the loan must be calculated clearly!" Director Boer also said with a certain attitude.
Downey looked at these pretentious French guys and smiled, "In the final analysis, you don't need money? The interest will be the lowest loan to us. Privately, if this investment is successful, we will give you a dividend!"
"After everything is done? To put it lightly, investment is risky and you need to be cautious when making moves! No one can say that investment will not lose money! Don't say that you will receive any dividends when the time comes. Maybe you won't even get your capital back!" President Mark
Arrogant way.
"Yes, if that time comes, I would like to ask Mr. Downey, who will bear this responsibility?" Director Bohl tapped his finger on the table and emphasized, "You can just walk away, but what about us? We have lost money in the bank, so that's
Going to jail!"
"That's right, this matter is serious! It needs to be considered in the long term!"
"I think this plan should be cancelled! If you use money from the National Bank to speculate in stocks, you might lose everything!"
Others also said one after another.
Donny held his cigar and looked calmly at Mark and his gang chattering. When everyone stopped talking, he slowly said: "Do you think the profit I gave is too small and it's not worth your help? Or?
Do you think my name as Donny Rothschild is not strong enough to be able to control you?"
No one present responded.
"If it's because of money, we can talk again! But if you think that I, Donny Rothschild, am not worthy enough, then I'm sorry -" Donny looked around with an eagle eye for a week, "I will find a new group of people.
Come and replace you! Bank presidents, vice presidents, credit department directors, etc., many people are rushing to do it!"
This sentence was full of threats, and the entire conference room was silent.
"Why, no response?" Donnie finally asked.
The conference room was still quiet.
Donnie suddenly stood up and crushed the cigar hard in the ashtray until it was flat. Then he raised his head and said calmly: "Did you hear that?"
"Hear that," Mark said.
"Hear that," said Bol.
These French bosses who were so arrogant and arrogant just now were all as wilted as eggplants beaten by frost.
Downey smiled, "Since everyone no longer objects, then let our genius trader Mr. Buffett talk about the next investment plan!"
Buffett stood up, looked at these French guys who were no longer arrogant, and said with a smile: "Actually, my investment plan is very simple, one billion, and I will help you double it in three years..."
The French guys refused in their hearts at first, which made it clear that this investment would not bring much benefit to them.
But when Buffett started speaking, their expressions became strange. From being repulsive and careless at the beginning, to now their eyes were shining and they were listening attentively.
One billion doubled in three years!
10% is 100 million US dollars!
By then, wouldn’t each of the six of them be able to get at least over 10 million?!
Including President Mark, they began to be tempted.
…
After more than an hour, the meeting ended.
The six bank bosses seemed to be very satisfied with Buffett's explanation of this investment. Although their posture was a little arrogant, they no longer had the same contempt for Buffett before.
After all, anyone will take a high look at a talented person.
"If you have time, you can go up to the deck and have a drink!" Downey said to Mark and others with a smile, "I have arranged those models for you, so don't waste them!"
We are all men and we will understand immediately when we hear this.
"Thank you, Mr. Downey, for taking care of me!"
"That model seems to be a new star?"
"Let's go out and take a look!"
The Mark Six couldn't wait to find those female models to "talk".
After they left the conference room, Downey stopped Buffett who was about to get up and leave.
"You performed very well just now!" Downey stood up, walked to the wine cabinet in the conference room, poured a glass of vodka himself, and then took a slice of lemon and handed it to Buffett, "Beauties with strong drinks are the standard match for heroes!"
Buffett took the vodka, took a sip, frowned and said, "It's all because of your arrangement, Mr. Downey, that those French guys are so obedient!"
Downey smiled, poured himself a glass of vodka, added lemon and ice cubes, shook it in his hand and said: "Wrong! What makes them obey is not my prestige, but their greed! To be honest, since France has
After Napoleon, there will be no more heroes in this romantic country!"
"What about De Gaulle? Doesn't he count?"
"He is just a lucky guy who was pushed out by the current situation!" Downey took a sip of vodka and let the liquor roll in his throat before swallowing it. "But most heroes have tragic endings. Prometheus is,
Napoleon is, so I hope you can break this curse and become the luckiest hero!"
"You will see this day, dear Mr. Downey! After I defeat that Shi Zhijian..." Buffett vowed.
"Then now I want to know your specific method of dealing with him!" Donnie laughed.
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 long in oil futures. Recently, various European countries have introduced policies to suppress oil prices, especially Germany. It is still controlling the state's control of oil futures."
Energy dependence…”
"In addition, I got reports through Wall Street that the Arab countries that produce oil have increased oil extraction in the past two years, resulting in oil hoarding, and the price has been suppressed again and again! Even so, in order to make money from selling oil, Arab oil-producing countries
The amount of oil production is still increasing at a rate of 30 million barrels per year!”
"It can be seen that whether it is the international environment or the internal environment, the price of resources such as oil is being depressed year by year, so when Shi Zhijian was long on oil, I chose to go short!"
Then Buffett took out the information directly from the briefcase he carried with him and used facts to support his speculation. The price of oil as an energy source will gradually decrease in the next one or two years, so this period is the best time to short oil futures.
opportunity.
After Buffett finished explaining his conjectures and plans, Downey drank vodka and sat leaning on the conference table, his expression lost in thought.
After a moment, he looked up at Buffett and said, "Will there be any changes? After all, that Shi Zhijian is very cunning. You also experienced him in the UK!"
"Variables?" Buffett sneered, "Unless there is a war in the Middle East, or a big explosion in a world-class large oil field, otherwise, there are no variables at all!"
Danny nodded after hearing this.
Since the end of World War II, "war" has become a luxury money-burning game.
No country or region will take the initiative to provoke a "war".
As for oil field explosions, they have happened before, but not many times.
The only thing that can be called hell in the future is the 1988 British North Sea oil field explosion.
Inferring from this, the future price trend of oil should be a price cut.
As for the reason why Shi Zhijian wants to be long in oil resources, he may be a gambler making a huge bet against the market trend.
Thinking of this, Downey Rothschild smiled, "You're right! Although Shi Zhijian is treacherous, he is not a god. How can he be able to predict everything? This time he started a war with us in the stock market, which is also his bad luck.
, he can’t compare to us in terms of manpower, material resources, or funds!”
Buffett also looked proud: "Yeah, I really want to see his sad face when he comes to France to raise funds!"
"Come on, dear Buffett! Let's drink to this powerful and unlucky enemy! I wish him, this unlucky guy, a happy time in France!"
