"You said stocks are their weakness, why don't I think it?" I asked with a frown.

Coolidge raised his eyebrows proudly and said to me, "Andre, you don't know this. The United States has entered a period of rapid development in recent years. According to my estimate, it will take at least four or five years of the golden age, that is, in these years, the stock market has been red. If you can seize this opportunity, you will definitely make a difference. Although the industry of the Rockefeller Consortium covers almost all fields, the four pillar industries now are railways, oil, banks and arms. Now John Rockefeller has begun to focus on the entertainment industry, which is also a major reason why they want to develop into Hollywood. For such a dynasty piled up with money, it is impossible to shake it without a certain strength. You have to do it to maximize the entry into it, so that they will feel that if you let you lose everything, they will not be able to live well."

Coolidge's face was solemn when he said these words. As a president, he naturally knew everything about the Rockefeller Consortium.

"Enter the interior of it to the greatest extent? DreamWorks are now mortal enemies of the Rockefeller Consortium. How can I get into their interior? Besides, if we get into their interior, aren't we friends?" I was a little confused by Coolidge.

Coolidge spread his hands: "So I'm talking about stocks! In the United States, many people, including some consortiums, are eyeing Rockefeller, but these people all use the same method to deal with Rockefeller, which is to desperately start from the industry and try to defeat Rockefeller through annexation, but in the end, they all ended up in failure and finally annexed by Rockefeller. Do you know why this is?"

"Why?"

Coolidge sat up and explained in detail to me: "The total assets of the Rockefeller Consortium now are about 150 billion US dollars. And this number may be conservatively estimated. Even the consortium's industrial companies belonging to the consortium are unable to count them. For them, as long as there are no problems with the main system, the loss of several other small industrial companies will not affect their foundation at all. So once a consortium wants to take advantage of the Rockefeller Consortium and swallow their industrial companies, the Rockefeller Consortium will not only not fight back, but will cooperate with the other party to acquire its own industrial companies."

"No way!? Does this guy think he has too much money?!" I was stunned.

Coolidge waved his hand and continued, "This is the cleverness of Old John Rockefeller, otherwise they would not have established such a big financial empire now. You also know that for a company, if it acquires other companies, it will definitely be short of funds and it will take a certain amount of time to digest it. This is equivalent to a python with a big belly after eating, not only has difficulty in action, but also listless and has no standing. At this time, it is often the time when the Rockefeller consortium succeeds, and they will be sure of it.

The plane suddenly exerted its strength and used their strong financial advantages to win the opponents. At that time, those companies not only had to spit out what they had eaten, but also became the prey of the Rockefeller Consortium."

"This is too cruel!" I not only respected the legendary old John Rockefeller.

This guy is simply awesome.

Coolidge drank the wine in the cup and patted me on the shoulder and said, "So Andre, it is impossible to deal with the Rockefeller consortium on the road to annexation of industrial companies, and will definitely fail. The best way to deal with this beast is to bite it like a mosquito and poke its head into its blood vessels. In this way, not only can they drink blood from a big gulp, but they have no way to treat you, because once they beat you to death, the virus from this dead mosquito may cause them to suffer a lot. At this time, they will not dare to do anything to you."

When Coolidge said this, I understood a little.

"Calvin, you mean, let me buy a lot of stocks in the Rockefeller Consortium. If I have a certain amount of their stock in my hand, they will be afraid of me?" I asked.

In my opinion, the Rockefeller Consortium has assets as mountains. If you don’t hold a certain level of stocks in your hand, you won’t even look at you, but how much does this “some” need? You know, with such a large family business, I’m afraid I will use all the funds of DreamWorks to buy other people’s stocks. In the end, it may not necessarily reach this “some level”. In this way, this plan will not be dreaming in daylight.

Coolidge nodded and shook his head again: "Andre, I asked you to buy stocks of Rockefeller Consortium, but it's not just about buying stocks. Think about it. DreamWorks' total assets are only a few hundred million, more than 150 billion. [. It's a drop in the bucket. Besides, it's good that you can take out the money to buy stocks for tens of millions. Simply buying stocks cannot achieve the goal. You have to take other actions."

"What action?"

Coolidge gave me a blank look and shook his head: "At first glance, you are a person who is not involved in the stock market, you can't buy stocks stupidly and hold them in your hand! You have to buy and sell them constantly. Then make the money in your hand turn into two pieces, and two pieces will be four pieces. After a few years of tinkering, the Rockefeller Consortium you hold will have more stocks in your hand. As long as you make good efforts, even if the money you invested in was only a few million, it will make more money than if you worked hard to buy stocks that you can't hold. Doing so will not only strengthen yourself, but also maximize the damage to the enemy. If the Rockefeller Consortium makes a tough spot against DreamWorks, you put the stocks in front of them, and they will feel better. Without fighting, they will psychologically dismantle the enemy."

After listening to Coolidge's long speech, I gave him a thumbs up.

"The president is the president, and it turns out that it's poison to look at the problem!"

Coolidge was a little embarrassed by my praise. While reaching his hand into a woman's clothes next to him, he shook his head and said, "I am the president, so naturally I know all kinds of information. If you work in my seat for a few years, you might be better than me."

I smiled and asked, "Calvin, I still have a concern."

"Why are you so mother-in-law? If you have any concerns, you will say that I will leave tomorrow." Coolidge stuffed a grape into his mouth, and the juice splashed everywhere.

"Calvin, you also know that the stock market is changing. I am worried that I will lose all the money before I invested it." I said with a sad face.

Coolidge was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Yes, you said it well. The stock market is changing a lot, so there are so many people jumping off buildings every day, but those are ordinary stock speculators. The rise and fall of a company's stock has a lot to do with the company's internal operating conditions and the adjustment policies made by the company. If you understand these, you will naturally win every battle."

"You have a bitch, you have to say this! But now, where do you ask me to find out such a confidential matter! I can't turn into a mosquito and fly to Old John Rockefeller's room, right?" After hearing Coolidge's words, I suddenly became angry.

Coolidge looked at me with a helpless expression and pointed at himself, "Andre, is it a stick to sit in front of you? But the President of the United States! What information is in the world that I don't know?! With me here, what are you afraid of!"

Cough cough cough! I almost choked to death by the wine in my mouth.

"You mean you are a whistleblower!" I said in surprise.

Coolidge shook his head proudly: "What kind of whistleblower is not whistleblower? It's so ugly! I'll give you some advice. With me here, you can do it."

I looked at Coolidge meaningfully and laughed: "Calvin, I don't believe that the world's pie is so good. Why are you so kind to help me deal with the Rockefeller Consortium?! Say!"

Coolidge was stunned by my question, then scratched his head and said to me reluctantly: "Then I'll tell you a story."

"explain."

"A young man, after graduating from school, had a falling out with his father, a state legislator, and ran to New York to work as a lawyer. At that time, he was just a young man, empty-handed and lived a hard life. However, later, he met a beautiful Los Angeles girl, who was the kind of falling in love with two people at first sight. The young lawyer was very happy. He firmly believed that this girl would accompany him throughout his life. The two were engaged, and although their lives were poor, they were still very enjoyable. Until one day they bought something on the street and met a rich young master with greasy heads and flour faces."

Coolidge looked painful when he told the story.

At this time, even a fool could tell that the young lawyer was himself.

"This bitch raised a lover of that girl, and then pestered her, and finally. He succeeded, mocked the young lawyer in front of the girl, and then took the girl away." Coolidge lowered his head sadly.

"Damn it, I can't tell that this guy has such emotional trauma." I had a sad expression on my face, but I kept muttering in my heart.

"This young lawyer quit his job in anger and reunited with his father and wanted to embark on the road of politics. But just as he packed his bags and was about to leave New York.

But I accidentally read a message in the newspaper: A small hotel abandoned by someone committed suicide. And this girl was the lover of the young lawyer who followed the rich young master."

Coolidge looked at me with tears in his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Andre, do you know who that young lawyer is?"

Who else can you be raised by someone who is not your bitch? I cursed in my heart, but there was a questioning expression on my face: "Who?"

Coolidge sighed: "That young lawyer is me!"

"But what does this have to do with the Rockefeller Consortium?" I asked softly.

"The rich young master raised by that bitch is John Rockefeller, the son of Old John Rockefeller! You understand now!" Coolidge roared.

Day! How can such a coincidence happen in the world?!

My mouth is crooked and my eyes are slanted.

Coolidge saw my twisted expression on his face and thought I was sad for him. He couldn't help but say with relief: "Andre, because of that girl, I have always had a lot of feelings for Los Angeles. Because of her affection for Los Angeles, she gradually became interested in Hollywood movies. Then one day I saw your movie, especially the "People Who Called for Help". You don't know that when I was watching this movie in a small screening room in the White House, the story inside suddenly revealed the scars buried in the depths of my heart decades ago! I was crying alone in that small screening room. All the sadness that had been depressed in my heart for decades

The department vented, and it was from that moment on. Your movie became my favorite. Gradually, visiting Hollywood and DreamWorks became one of my wishes. Later, you also knew that your "Brave Heart" made the negotiations between the federal government and the British so that I had the opportunity to come. Then we got the same thing at first sight. Through the subsequent interactions, I found that we were very similar in personality, belonging to the same type of people, and we were very compatible with each other. Then, I received the news that the Rockefeller Consortium was preparing to attack Hollywood and was suddenly angry. This is also considered to be our destiny."

Looking at Coolidge's sincere gaze, I smiled, and then stared at him and said word by word: "Calvin, don't worry, whether it is Old John Rockefeller or Young John Rockefeller, I will definitely let them survive and die!"

"That's good! That's good! Come on, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's have fun. After tonight, I don't know when such a happy time will happen!" Coolidge laughed loudly, put away the sadness just now, and picked up the wine glass at me.

That night, both of us were drunk. We sang, danced, cried and laughed. We kept making noise until the sky turned white before we walked out of the back door of the Empire Hotel.

At 10 a.m. on December 18, under the welcome of Los Angeles people, the 30th US president left the Los Angeles city government by car. On this day, people were surprised to find that the president looked haggard and staggering, as if he had just been in a night.

"Look, this is our president! For us, we have all night long! We should be glad that we have such a president!"

"Yes! From the time we arrived in Los Angeles, the president was busy dealing with all kinds of things. You see, people have lost weight!"

"Americans are so president!"

...

On this day, I drove Coolidge away in person. The two of them chatted intermittently along the way. Perhaps because they were not awake yet, the two of them were completely inappropriate.

When I got on the plane, I was caught between a group of government officials and the celebrities watched Coolidge grab the escalator little by little and walked up. When he walked to the door, he did not get in, but turned around and squinted his eyes and looked for something in the crowd.

Everyone below was stunned, wondering what the president was going to do.

Only I know. I know he is looking for me.

I reached out and waved at Coolidge. When he saw me, he showed a knowing smile on his face.

Then I saw him take off his hat in a different way and wave it hard in the air at me.

"Andre, come on!"

Coolidge's sound like a broken gong was even overwhelmed by the buzzing sound made by the plane and reached everyone's ears.

Everyone looked at me at the same time, with so much suspicion, jealousy and confusion in their eyes. They didn't understand why the dignified American president cared and liked a maverick Hollywood director so much.

Looking at Coolidge standing at the door of the machine, tears finally moistened my eyes. For such a long time, I have never been a good person to him, and sometimes I even contempt and mocked him in my heart, but now, looking at his sincere smile, I can finally shed tears.

"Farewell, Calvin!"

I took off his hat from the head of an old man next to me, held it in my hand and shouted at Coolidge, shaking it hard while shouting.

Then, I saw Coolidge make a gesture of victory with the word "V" on me. The gesture was taught by me.

Coolidge's plane glided on the runway, slowly flew to the sky, and finally disappeared into the clouds.

The people who saw off at the airport also dispersed, leaving me alone standing in front of the sky in a daze.

Although I don’t quite understand why I feel so sad, I know that this must be related to the president who left the US.

"Calvin, a bitch, has to make me cry when I leave!" After cursing at the sky, I turned around and walked out of the airport.

Calvin is gone, and I still have to be busy with those endless things.

Everyone has their misfortune, which is what Coolidge said, but I think there is at least one thing for us that is lucky, and that is our encounter.
Chapter completed!