Rutman brought me into the villa with a bunch of chaebols. When I saw the anticipated smile on their faces, I basically knew what these guys wanted to do.

So, when Rutman told me to take off Roosevelt's pants, I chuckled.

"Mr. President, I am a serious person and never do anything to take off other people's pants. Besides, that cripple Roosevelt is not a beauty, and it doesn't look good if it takes off. I heard that his wife is very beautiful, so I can consider asking me to take off his wife's pants." I narrowed my eyes and turned to look at the sky outside the window.

Since these guys want me to help, there is no benefit, I will not reach out.

Coolidge knew my thoughts, and he smiled and took the conversation, "Brian, what you said, if you had a chance to take off Roosevelt's pants, you would definitely be happy to go. Who wouldn't want to be able to reveal Roosevelt's ugliness? But this temptation may not work for us. Think about it, the last time Roosevelt was almost naked, who was interested in his pants."

The three of us were whining here, and the chaebols couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mr. Corleon, Mr. President, don't make any metaphors, just discuss it well." Jack Morgan began to rub his temples.

"Andre, you really don't plan to help?" Rutman asked seriously as he looked at me.

"How do you ask me to help?" I groaned.

"Of course it's your influence. As long as you come out and fuck Roosevelt against you, it will be a big help." Rutman touched his upper lip and almost made me laugh to death.

"Mr. President, you have a great influence. Why don't you go out and fight against Roosevelt? Now the people of the whole country are in the same position as that guy. If I stand opposite him, wouldn't I be unable to get along with myself? I'm afraid I can't help with this." I shook my head.

Seeing my attitude, Rutman understood that I would not be able to do this without giving me some sweetness.

So Rutman turned his face and shrugged at Jack Morgan, meaning he would come to see him next.

Jack Morgan is cunning and naturally knows what I think.

"Andre, do you think this is OK? If you can help us through this difficulty, we will give you one-tenth of the Louisiana oilfield shares?" Jack Morgan said word by word at me.

Cough cough. Coolidge was almost choked to death by coffee next to me.

The Louisiana Oilfield is a famous large oilfield in the United States. One-tenth of the shares should be 500 million or 600 million. Jack Morgan gave it to me so easily, which really touched me a little.

Because of the business of Lockettke Oil Company, I still have some understanding of the oil industry in the mainland of the United States. Now in the United States, almost every large consortium has its own oil company, among which the Rockefeller Consortium and the oil companies under the Morgan Consortium are both well-known large companies. Of course, our Lockettke Oil Company has become one of the top ten oil companies in the United States with the development of the Alaska oil fields and its investment in the U.S. mainland oil companies.

It is true that Louisiana's Big Oilfield is a large oilfield, but this oilfield is very different from other oilfields. Other oilfields are often held by a consortium, but Louisiana's Big Oilfield is indeed a group of people. No one among these people owns more than 50% of the shares, so the management of the oilfield is a bit chaotic and disputes often occur.

In this oil field, the guys in front of me are the ones who want to give me one-tenth of the shares. Obviously, I think this business is good. After all, it is very difficult to manage the Louisiana oil field." Mr. Morgan, this is too much. One-tenth of the Louisiana oil field, at least 500 million or 600 million. How can I be embarrassed?" I waved my hand.

"Andre, who asked you to help us a lot?" Jack Morgan immediately laughed when he saw me like this.

He seemed to feel that things were almost certain.

I drank a cup of coffee and said, "Everyone, I really can't agree to this condition. I secretly used a color on Coolidge while saying that.

Who is Coolidge? I immediately understood what I mean.

"Mr. Morgan. You are all the richest people in the United States. The total assets of the people here are probably astronomical. If the Federal Reserve is hit, the losses will be immeasurable for you. Not to mention 500 million or 60 billion, even 500 million or 60 billion, 500 billion or 60 billion is probably not exchanged." Coolidge sneered.

Coolidge's words made Morgan's smile disappear.

Coolidge is telling them clearly: it would be too whimsical to exchange the Fed's crisis for 500 million or 600 million.

Morgan looked at the companions around him, his face quickly recovered, and then looked at me and said, "Andre, as long as you can help us through this crisis, you can do the conditions."

At this moment, these chaebols were determined to bleed.

"Calvin, what do you think?" I forced myself to hold back my smile and turned around and asked Coolidge.

Coolidge paused and said, "This way, we will give you a billion."

"What...what!?" A guy from the Cleveland consortium almost jumped up from the sofa.

"Calvin, you give us a billion? What does it mean?" Morgan is much more sophisticated.

"I'm not finished yet. I mean, our Lockettec consortium gives you one billion. What about you, give us 50% of the shares of the Louisiana oil field." Coolidge shrugged gracefully.

I quickly put down the coffee in my hand to avoid being choked.

This guy is even more ruthless than me!

Fifty percent of the shares of Louisiana oilfield are basically worth nearly $2.5 billion. We took it for $1 billion, which made more than one billion without any effort. And as the market develops in the future, the profits we recovered from the oilfield are even more enticing.

"That's it..." Jack Morgan felt a little embarrassed.

Many people around him were almost knocked out by Coolidge's words.

Jack Morgan stretched over and discussed it with a few guys, then turned around and said to me, "Okay! Andre, we promise you!"

Damn! I almost didn't have any effort to pick up such a big advantage, and I almost had a good time. I quickly patted my chest and agreed, took Coolidge and took the words.

"This is the second..."

"Calvin, there is a second one!" Jack Morgan was dumbfounded, and the guys around him all looked like they were urinating.

Isn't that enough to take half of the shares of Louisiana's oilfield for one billion dollars in a blink of an eye?

But Coolidge showed a very shameless look, and he was righteous and stern: "Of course, there is a second one! What's wrong, don't you agree?"

"Okay, okay, let me talk about it first, what are the conditions?" Jack Morgan knew this time that he had met two rogues. He had no choice.

"Second. You all know CBS." Coolidge smiled slightly.

Jack Morgan and I sat closest. When Coolidge said this, I saw the muscles on Jack Morgan's face tremble.

CBS is now the second largest broadcaster in the United States after NBC, and is very important in the American public opinion circle. This company was originally a joint broadcaster, but was later acquired by Columbia Records. In the economic crisis, Columbia Records encountered economic difficulties. Jack Morgan seized the opportunity to quickly raise funds and acquired 75% of the company's equity, making CBS a promising subsidiary of the Morgan Consortium.

Coolidge is obviously on his sight this time

I sat next to me, looking at Coolidge, and wanted to rush over and kiss him hard. I originally thought that this blackmail would be good enough to get hundreds of millions. This guy was fine, and he ate and took it. He didn't say that half of the shares in Louisiana Oilfield were involved in CBS.

God, I know better than anyone what CBS is, that is a money tree. Will Jack Morgan agree?!

Just when I was worried about Coolidge, Coolidge showed a smile and no smile.

Jack Morgan's old face is sometimes blue and sometimes white.

"Calvin. You won't want to take 50% of CBS shares from me, right? Let me tell you. This is unlikely." Jack Morgan naturally understood the importance of CBS, so he stuttered this very unconfident sentence.

"Hahahaha." Coolidge laughed: "Mr. Morgan. Look at what you said, how could we ask you for fifty percent of the shares."

"That's good, that's good." Jack Morgan let out a long breath, took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

But before he finished wiping, Coolidge's words made the handkerchief fall off in his hand.

"Mr. Morgan, fifty percent is too much. I think it's twenty-five percent."

"What...what!?" Jack Morgan finally jumped up, and he jumped up like a piss.

Although one-quarter of CBS's shares is only one billion at most, everyone understands that CBS has huge development prospects. Having one-quarter of the shares means a steady stream of returns. What's more, CBS is different from ordinary companies. It is also a tool of public opinion. Mastering one-quarter of the shares means that it has a certain degree of voice in CBS, which is much more attractive than the Louisiana oilfield.

Looking at Jack Morgan's appearance, Coolidge immediately smiled: "Mr. Morgan, we can't just ask for it. We acquired it fairly. Andre, what do you think we will take out 400 million?"

"Four hundred million? Four hundred million is a little bit short, let's make up an integer." I laughed.

Jack Morgan opposite him looked a little better when he heard what I said, but the words I followed made him sit on the sofa with his chest:

"Calvin, make up an integer, about 500 million." I stretched out five fingers.

"Five... billion! Andre, are the integers you DreamWorks mentioned are all five units??" Even Rutman was about to go crazy.

"Of course! How much do you think it is?" Coolidge said with wide eyes.

Everyone can tell that these guys think that the integers I said are billions.

"If you think it's too little, then I'll add a little more, Andre, do you think it's going to add 10 million or 20 million?"

Puff puff puff!

I guess we will continue to talk about it. The people in the living room are about to squirt blood!

"No, don't add it, Andre, I agree, I agree." Jack Morgan covered his chest and interrupted our conversation. He was really afraid that if we both continued to talk, he would have a heart attack.

Seeing Jack Morgan agree, Coolidge and I smiled at each other.

"Andre, they all agreed to your conditions. You can always come forward to the Latin American Fed, right?" Rutman said with a bitter face. "The Latin American Fed? Why? Of course I can't pull it." I sat up straight.

"Yes, the Federal Reserve cannot pull it." Coolidge nodded repeatedly.

The group of people in the living room were completely pissed by us.

"God!"

"Cake seller!"

Whispering cry came everywhere.

"Andre. I just like to see them pissing off." Coolidge said to me with a wicked smile.

"Andre, Calvin, don't you just stop playing, can't you be more serious?? This is a big deal!" Rutman was about to collapse.

"We're not kidding. The Fed may not be able to escape this time." Coolidge shrugged.

"If you can't escape, why do you still have the conditions so happy to drive it!" Rutman asked.

"Come on, I'll analyze it for you." Coolidge waved his hand to the group of people, and all of these guys leaned over.

"Everyone, you all know that the method was not bright, and the things you did have been doing so over the years since its establishment were really domineering. They use state power to make profits for themselves, so that no one in the country has any objections to you. Especially this economic crisis. To a certain extent, it has a lot to do with you. After the economic crisis, you not only did not take responsibility, but instead used the Federal Reserve to impose your losses on the people. You said, can people not hate you?!"

"Stop talking about Roosevelt. Even I want to stand up and expose you."

Coolidge's face was full of righteousness, which made the group of people stunned.

"But Calvin. You are on the same front as us, you have to help us!" Jack Morgan said hurriedly.
To be continued...