"Okay, next time dad asks, I'll say this."
"Just be naughty." Nan Yi gave Nan Ruoyin a slap on the head and asked, "Did Huang Zhouxuan and Guan Erfu decide the winner in the stock market?"
"They're still fighting, Dad. They'll probably shake hands and make peace."
"Why?"
"Li Tongban jumped out to act as a peacemaker."
"Oh, let's make it. It's not like we're working for nothing. We can still make some interest."
Nan Ruoyin pouted, "I won't accept this. That woman surnamed Li is so irritating. I'm going to teach her a lesson."
"Oh, how can you be so magnanimous? She has suffered for more than ten years and finally caught a rich man to be her servant. It is understandable that she can't recognize herself for a while. Little girl, you are not angry that she offended you, but you are angry that she is pretty, right?"
"No, Dad, is she as pretty as me?"
"Haha, if you ask me, of course I will say you are pretty, after all, you are my daughter."
Nan Ruoyin's face fell, "That's because she's pretty."
"Haha, your voice is better than hers. She has a duck voice, and you have a hen voice."
"Dad is annoying."
When Nan Ruoyin heard Nan Yi's words, she turned her head and snorted.
"It's great that I can still find the qualities of a little girl in you." Nan Yi said with emotion.
Nan Ruoyin turned around and pretended to be childish and said, "Dad, can you take me to McDonald's tonight?"
"Wonderful."
"No, I want to eat McDonald's. Others are better."
"Go away, you've overacted."
“Hehehe.”
The father and daughter played for a while, and then stared at the TV screen intently.
Nan Ruoyin has 5,000 short positions, and Nan Yi has more, with 8,000. This time he did not go through the PY channel, but went through HSBC in London. However, no one will fill the margin for him again. However, he does not need others to fill it for him this time. He has plenty of money, and it is easy for Nan Yi to add margin.
"Flowers bloom and fall, years flow by like a long river, a myth is a wave, a myth is a teardrop, in the gathering and separation there is you, in the gathering and separation there is me, you and I are just passing by in a hurry..."
After dinner, Nan Yi and Nan Ruoyin did not rush back to their own building. They stayed with Fang Mengyin and watched the video tape of "Investiture of the Gods" with her.
"Dad, Nezha looks so familiar, is he Yuan Ye from "Sixteen Years Old"? "
"Did you see it?"
"I've watched two episodes, and I don't like Ouyang Yanyan and Bai Xue. Their character design is not good. They are obviously childish but they try to pretend to be mature."
"I think it's good. You are pretending to be mature, which is in line with the mentality of your age."
"I didn't."
"Don't make noise, just watch TV."
The quarrel between the two made Fang Mengyin, who was concentrating on watching TV, unhappy.
Upon hearing this, Nan Yi and the other man shut up.
After watching one and a half episodes, Fang Mengyin stopped watching. As long as she was not tied down by official duties, Fang Mengyin would go to bed early and get up after four o'clock the next day.
Back to their side, Nan Ruoyin stayed in the living room watching "Growing Pains Season 6", while Nan Yi returned to the bedroom, curled up in the quilt, and watched "Wan Jun" with a tissue in his hand.
In the following days, Nan Yi stayed at home watching TV. It should be the deliberate connivance of the US military, as many partial shots of troop deployments could be seen on TV, including aircraft carrier formations, the outlines of fighter jets on aircraft carriers, armored clusters, and soldiers sitting in transport planes. There were very few shots of aircraft that would really play a decisive role. The French Mirage 2000 and the British Tornado did appear several times.
There are also footage of Iraqi troops in Kuwait City, with their heads held high and their chests puffed out, marching in heroic steps. Tank formations drive through the streets with murderous intent, heading towards the areas they are to be stationed. This is the Eagle of Babylon, an iron army that can flatten the earth.
In Baghdad, in a bunker with an unknown location and no name, Saddam was smoking a cigar and flipping through "Wei Liaozi". With a click, the bamboo slips were unfolded bit by bit. As the bamboo slips were completely unfolded, a strategy slowly came into Saddam's mind - if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move either. I will launch a static defense on the spot.
Nan Yi wanted to show some respect to the US dollar, so he played exciting and tense music around the living room. Whenever the phone rang, he would tremble like a sieve, with cold sweat on his forehead. He would say "add margin" to the person on the other end of the phone, then hang up the phone heavily, breathing heavily.
Looking at the more than one million US dollars deducted from the account, Nan Yi made a phone call and transferred more than 100 million from the account, leaving only 7 million in the account. If there were no difficulties, he would take the initiative to create difficulties, otherwise the game would not be exciting, and his children would not understand how hard it was for him to make money, and would not know how to be grateful.
He looked alternately at the TV screen, then at the computer screen, then lowered his head to poke the needle and thread through the patch of his trousers. Three years new, three years old, a pair of trousers was worn for nine years.
A breeze blew in from the yard through the floor-to-ceiling window, blowing up a heavy book on the coffee table. In the whistling wind, the title of the book on the cover, "Public Opinion Warfare - Creating a Gratitude Effect," swayed quickly in the wind.
Clang, clang, the door of the ice cabinet was blown open by the wind, and several stacks of banknotes fell out of it. Following the wind, Mrs. Chen brought Nan Yi a bowl of vegetarian noodles with boiled water, and a small bowl of chili sauce on the side. On the tray, garlic cloves were dancing in the wind.
"Master, today's tiger bone soup is the first soup, and the nutrients have been cooked into the noodles."
"Well, you're thoughtful."
Nan Yi put down his needle and thread and his shorts, peeled two cloves of garlic, went to the sink to wash his hands, came back to put some chili sauce on the noodles, and started to eat them with the garlic.
After finishing a bowl of noodles, Nan Yi felt hot and thirsty. He took a can and filled it with mineral water airlifted from Kanglong Island. He gulped down two big gulps and breathed a sigh of relief.
After washing up again, Nan Yi returned to his bedroom and changed into a sweatshirt with the words "XX shopping mall opening with 10% off sale" embossed on it. He went to the tool room to get out a hoe, went to the garden, and tended to the two rows of vegetable plots he had cleared.
After weeding the grass, he went to a corner of the manor to open the cover of the septic tank and waited for a while to let the methane gas dissipate. Nan Yi also went to get the golden shoulder pole, golden dung shovel, and golden urine bucket. The weather was cool, so he didn't have to worry about burning the vegetables when applying manure water to the vegetables at noon.
Before applying the manure water, Nan Yi first harvested the radishes on one-third of the ridge. The radishes were small, the big ones were only as thick as the thumb, and the small ones were only as thick as the index finger. This was the nature of the variety, they would not grow big, so this kind of radish was suitable for pickling as a whole.
On January 9, WTI oil futures opened at 25.52 and closed at 27.26 US dollars; on January 10, the opening price was 28.05 and the closing price was 27.71 US dollars... On January 15, the opening price was 31.30 and the closing price was 30.07 US dollars; on January 16, the opening price was 31.17 and the closing price was 32.00 US dollars.
By January 16, Nan Yi no longer received calls for increasing margin. The United States released the first batch of 1.12 million barrels of crude oil into the market, and the International Energy Agency followed suit, releasing 2.5 million barrels of crude oil.
On January 17, F-117 stealth fighters, F-15E fighter-bombers, F-15C/D fighters, F-111 fighter-bombers, F-4C anti-radar attack aircraft, B-52C strategic bombers, French Mirage 2000 and British Tornado fighters; E-3D airborne early warning aircraft, EF-111A electronic jammer, E-8A joint surveillance and target attack system aircraft, TR-19 strategic reconnaissance aircraft, and RF-4C tactical reconnaissance aircraft took off one after another and flew towards the Iraqi mainland.
When the first missile landed, major oil companies around the world immediately announced that they would freeze oil prices at a lower level before the war.
The speculators who thought they saw through everything and bet everything on their fortunes, even their lives, went crazy. On January 17, as soon as the market opened, God played a big joke on them. The opening price was $24.50, and it closed at $32.00 yesterday. Who stole the $7.5 difference?
Generally speaking, the company platform that operates WTI oil futures will provide 50-200 times leverage. Of course, there are people willing to provide more or less leverage. It is not that there are no institutions willing to provide 1000 times leverage, but the handling fee will be a bit higher and the conditions for forced liquidation will be more stringent.
If you are worth 1 million today, it may become 1 billion or even hundreds of billions in a few days. Faced with such temptation, there are many people who dare to take a gamble.
While Nanyi was paying attention to WTI oil futures, several Hong Kong representatives of Shengmin Petroleum Group, which was established a few years ago, were also closely following the oil futures prices.
Shengmin Petroleum Group is a very special group and also a group with great sentiment. "Living for the people" is its highest pursuit. At the beginning of its opening, a slogan was posted on the wall of the lobby on the first floor of its headquarters - hard work and simplicity, serving the country and the people, not for profit, and all benefits are given to the people.
Back then, after Shunzhi chopped off the heads of countless people who opposed him, he finally put forward his policy agenda of "never increasing taxes". It was precisely because of these four words that the subsequent Kangxi and Qianlong prosperous eras were created.
The same idea applies, never making a profit should be very interesting.
"Dad, it's 23.34."
"Immediately, open a position immediately and buy 320 barrels."
"Dad, the lowest hand."
"You make up for the shortfall."
"Hehe, really." Nan Ruoyin smiled, picked up the phone to place the order, and after a while she said, "Deal."
"Watch the plate."
a long time.
"It's 22.83."
“Close the position immediately.”
"Dad, the line is busy."
"Keep fighting, $510, if we can't close the position we're going to go bankrupt."
“I’m fighting.”
Nan Ruoyin nervously dialed again and again.
"Yes."
"Close the position quickly."
“Closed the position.”
"Very good, keep watching the market."
"It's 22.07."
Nan Yi wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Let's go all out. The life and death of the Xiaonan family is at stake here. Buy all the stocks, 5 lots."
"21.12."
"Close the position and report the profit."
After a busy period, Nan Ruoyin said, "Report, our total profit is 772 billion US dollars."
"Very good, the word 'yi' is added beautifully."
Nan Ruoyin stood up from her seat and walked to Nan Yi's side. "Dad, I'm tired. I don't want to play anymore."
"You've learned it, right? Futures are like a sword, and every microsecond is a life-or-death decision. Fortunately, both of us are in good health, otherwise our hearts wouldn't be able to take it."
"Hey, Dad, if futures were really played like this, no matter how much money you have, it wouldn't be enough to lose."
"Hahaha."
In New York, in the trading room of Scarlett Fund's WTI oil futures trading team.
The album "Please Don't Let the Hammer Hurt Them" released last year by MC Hammer, the pioneer of hip-hop who was a former baseball player, was playing in the room. The traders were holding carbonated drinks in their hands and twisting their bodies to the music. The floor was a mess, with potato chips and donuts scattered all over the floor, and turned into lumps after being trampled.
The tie around his neck was taken off and twirled in his hand. A fat man picked up a slice of pizza and stuffed half of it into his mouth. He casually smeared the jam on his fingers on his snow-white shirt, nodded to show his satisfaction with the taste of the pizza, looked up at the WTI quotation on the big screen, and picked up the Coke on the table and took a big sip.
The Scarlett Fund only raises useless people. They never know how to operate the market in seconds. They usually trade in months, collecting information for several months, building positions for several months, and harvesting the profits in one or two months. If you ask them to build a position of millions of barrels in a few seconds, they can only reply, "I can't do it!"
The short position was established more than a month ago. The only thing they have to do now is to keep an eye on the overall market [there is no overall market for futures trading. I write this way to make it easier to understand. Don’t laugh if you understand, and just watch the fun if you don’t] and wait for those who are long to hedge and close their positions. Of course, traders with more energy can also play short-term trading with the funds entrusted to them by the fund.
However, they are not always so relaxed. The smaller the event, the more tiring it will be for them to trade. For example, once a grain warehouse manager in a country accidentally left a cigarette butt in the warehouse, which caused a fire and burned tens of thousands of tons of grain. This caught the traders of Scarlett Fund off guard.
When reviewing the incident afterwards, they couldn't figure out how tens of thousands of tons of grain were burned. Could it be that the water in the fire truck reacted chemically with the air and turned into gasoline?
It was not until half a year later, when the Scarlett Fund held its mid-year meeting , that they heard a new term - "big rat". After that, traders would consider several additional factors when trading. Traders gave these factors a vivid collective name, the "naked official effect", also known as the "European and American Pension Treaty."
When we talk about intelligence, we often associate it with spies and agents, and then think of handsome men and beautiful women, neat skills, and all kinds of mysterious special equipment and weapons.
In fact, this is not the case. Intelligence is information. To execute a project, the more comprehensive the information, the better.
When it comes to business intelligence, Japan's conglomerates are far ahead of other forces. Not only are they comprehensive and systematic, but they also have a long history.
For example, the comprehensive trading company Mitsui & Co. has its own Intelligence Research Department (the predecessor of Mitsui & Co. Strategic Research Institute), under which there are several branch departments - International Intelligence Department, New Business Development Department, Business General Affairs Department, as well as the Overseas Knowledge Intelligence Network and Visiting Researcher Office, which are one level lower but directly under the Intelligence Research Department.
The Intelligence Research Department not only pays attention to the information of competitors, but also keeps a close eye on the direction of the international situation, the policies and economic trends of the countries where the business is located, presidential elections, changes in mayors of certain cities, etc., all of which are within its scope of attention; in addition, it also pays attention to new technologies and new applications that emerge internationally.
In short, it needs to have access to any information that may be beneficial or harmful to the Mitsui Group.
Nan Yi is not a genius. After more than ten years, he has not made any innovations. In fact, he has always been copying others. Hawkeye, Bat and Ghost under the intelligence group of the National Intelligence Commission can all find prototypes to imitate and learn from.
Hawkeye is responsible for collecting business information from public channels, and its members often exchange information with the intelligence departments of other consortiums.
In a JTV in Malate, Manila, Dai Suo, the leader of the intelligence gathering team with eagle eyes in Southeast Asia, was sitting at a table in the corner drinking beer.
JTV generally charges per person, with a certain amount of money per person, and beer and soft drinks can be drunk as much as you want within the specified time. The main profit point of this kind of store is the accompanying girls. The wine that the accompanying girls drink is called "Lady Drink" and is charged by the glass. If you encounter an excessive girl who drinks to death, your wallet will suffer.
Usually, there are not many girls who are too extravagant. Girls who work as hostesses in JTV are not doing so to earn barfine. What they are looking for is a long-term meal ticket that radiates golden light, so they are generally more cultured [even if they don’t have it, they will pretend to have it] and will not do anything too excessive to overcharge customers.
Dai Suo is a regular here. The hostess sitting opposite him is of very high quality, a cute Japanese girl, very kawaii.
"Mr. Mino, can I stay at your place today?"
"No, Aoi-chan, I've already told you that I'm not the target you're looking for."
"Baga, I didn't say that Mino-kun should be responsible."
"Haha, Dai-san, are you teasing our Aoi-chan again?"
Just when Dai Suo and Aoi Si were being affectionate with each other, a voice that Aoi Si hated appeared.
"Doi-san, please take a seat."
Dai Mino invited the Japanese man named Doi to sit down, and then gave Aoi Si a wink.
Aoi Tsukasa informed, stood up, bowed slightly and left.
Without any greetings, Dai Sano and Doi got straight to the point.
"The operating flow data of gas stations in Southeast Asia is not 100% accurate. Some of the data are the result of speculation, which is noted therein," said Doi.
"The distribution map and reserve assessment of the iron ore in the Philippines, as well as the mining plans for two large mines, can be used directly."
"Yoshi, Dai Sang, your information is more valuable, what else do you want in exchange?"
"Not for now. You owe me some information. Also, you have to pay today's bill." Dai Suo said expressionlessly.
"No problem, Dai-san, cheers."
"cheers."
…
"Dad, candles are better."
"There are no candles here, so let's just make do with it." Nan Yi said as he stuffed the shredded oil felt in his hand into the double kick. "Okay, go find a branch and plug it in."
“I have already picked it up.”
Nan Yi took the branch from Nan Ruoyin, broke it into two pieces, inserted one piece into the double-bang, and held the other piece in his hand. After the oil felt on the double-bang was ignited, he used the branch to continuously smear the melted oil on the surface of the double-bang.
Nan Ruoyin fanned her nose and said, "It stinks."
Nan Yi drew his head back, stretched his hands straight, and squinted his eyes to avoid the smoke and dust. "Just bear with the stench. Who told you to play with torches? Okay, here you go."
"No, stinky."
Nan Ruoyin turned her head back.
"Don't use repetitive words. It's not cute when you say it at your age. If it were in ancient times, you would have reached the age of marriage."
Nan Yi stuck the torch in his hand on the beach. He couldn't stand the irritating eyes and bad smell of the oil felt. He thought to himself that he would prepare some red candles at Fang's manor next time, so that if Nan Ruoyin wanted to play with torches again, he would not suffer again.
"No, Dad, my birthday isn't here yet."
“Soon.”
Nan Yi sat down on the beach, and Nan Ruoyin followed and sat beside him, leaning her head on Nan Yi's shoulder. "Dad, can I find a husband like you in the future?"
"Haha, your standards are too low. To women, your father, I am not a good husband. To put it nicely, I am a playboy, a philanderer, and a swindler. To put it bluntly, I am a short-lived ghost, a bastard, a beast, and a worthless person. Anyway, there will definitely not be any good comments about me."
"No, Dad, you should have surpassed the category of good and bad and entered the level of hard work and evaluation."
"Yes, I like to hear this flattery. However, Dad knows exactly what kind of person he is. Nobleness has nothing to do with me. I am just a hypocritical person.
What is a good person?
Those who can keep pretending to be good are good people, and those who pretend to be good all their lives are great good people. This is my father’s definition of a good person, and he is working towards the goal of pretending to be good all his life.”
"Good and bad are determined by actions. Outsiders cannot see whether one's heart is good or not. Moreover, good and bad are relative. A soldier from a small country with a population of 10 million killed a general from a big country with a population of 1 billion, causing the big country to lose the war. Is this soldier good or bad? He helped 10 million people, but harmed 1 billion people.
If one day the big country and the small country merge into one country, will the evaluation of this soldier change? Is he a national hero or a discordant factor that destroys unity? For the sake of national integration, should his existence be downplayed and no longer mentioned? "
"Tsk, you are a person who has traveled thousands of miles, so you must have a profound perspective on things. Even a little girl like you can outdo Dad. No, Dad will also travel around the world when he has time."
"Hey, Dad, you can't leave again. There are a lot of things waiting for you to do."
"That's right, let's go back and keep an eye on the market."
Nan Yi stood up, kicked out the torch, and then took it home.
On the 18th, the opening price was US$22.35, slightly higher than yesterday's closing price of US$21.44, which gave long speculators a glimmer of hope.
Five computers were arranged in an inverted C shape. The middle one displayed WTI quotes, the two on the left received emails and opened them automatically, and the two on the right displayed oil-related information.
The television was still broadcasting news programs from various national television stations. The Gulf War attracted a lot of attention, and several television stations were updating their reports at irregular intervals around the clock.
"Dad, according to the analysis report collected by the Intelligence Committee, Saudi Arabia, Kuwait and the UAE are in the same group within OPEC. They have high oil reserves, small populations, poor geographical environment, and weak ability to attract foreign investment.
Therefore, they pursue a low oil price policy in order to suppress the development of alternative energy sources in order to sell the huge oil resources as quickly as possible.
Countries such as Iran, Libya and Iraq have relatively small oil reserves, large populations, good geographical locations and environments. They hope to sell oil at the highest possible price to obtain the funds needed for economic development.
And $30 per barrel is a threshold. Alternative energy sources such as ethanol will have the possibility of competing with oil in the energy market only if the price of oil exceeds this threshold.”
"Well, this is public information. Petroleum alternative energy will be a hot topic in the near future. Computer No. 5, open Document No. 3."
Nan Ruoyin followed his instructions and opened the document. "Natural Gas Hydrate? Dad, this is nothing new. Didn't several countries start researching it in the 1960s?"
"Yeah, that's right. I read some information about it recently and found it quite interesting. We can also invest some money to do some research on it."
"Oh, natural gas hydrate looks similar to ice, so it can also be called combustible ice." Nan Ruoyin said with a sly smile: "Hey, Dad, do you remember the story you told me about water turning into oil?"
Nan Yi tilted his head and glanced at Nan Ruoyin, "Do you have any crooked ideas?"
"Yeah." Nan Ruoyin nodded sharply, "How about we launch Water to Oil 3.0?"
"Heh, turning water into oil has a bad reputation, why bother to ride on its popularity? You might as well give it a more mysterious name, God Oil, Buddha Oil, Alien Oil, anything is fine."
"Hehe, I'm going to call it Adam Oil." Nan Ruoyin laughed wickedly again, and then followed the reminder to look at the email computer, "Dad, there is a big email from Southeast Asia, and the hard drive space is not enough to store it. I'll go get the hard drive."
Nan Yi glanced at the screen and said, "No need, I'll log in to the server when I have time."
“Oh, are we going to set up gas stations in Southeast Asia?”
"It's hard to say. Let's do a prospect analysis first. Add a filter rule in the email program to prevent emails larger than 2MB from being received."
"oh."
Nan Ruoyin responded, called up the rule background, and entered "［adam ES_File＞=2mb off end adam］".
"Dad, the hard drive is not big enough and it will cause a lot of trouble. How about giving Seagate a sponsorship so that they can speed up the development of large hard drives?" After writing the rules, Nan Ruoyin turned around and said.
"Heh, Seagate is your home, so you can speed it up just like that?"
"They themselves must want to speed up their research and development, and I just want to add some catalysts along the way."
"Stop talking nonsense. Scientific research can't be done quickly just because you want it to. Come over here and watch the news with me." Nan Yi patted the sofa and said.
Nan Ruobi sat next to Nan Yi, looked at the market and said, "Dad, do you think the oil price will fall below $20 today?"
"I think so. There will be a lot of long positions being closed today. We two should also choose the right time to close our positions."
"Well, let me analyze the data."
Nan Ruoyin said as she jumped off the sofa and rushed to the computer. She pulled up the market data for the past two days and studied it for more than two hours. Nan Ruoyin also observed the market fluctuations for a while. "Dad, there is a chance that the price will approach $18 today. This will be a stalemate point and it is estimated that the price will not fall below $18."
"Then what price do you think is appropriate for us to close our position?"
"The minimum is $18.20. Any lower will be risky."
"Okay, it's up to you. If you say so, then we'll close the position."
"Um."
Nan Ruoyin nodded, staring at the screen without moving away for a moment.
"19.25."
"19."
"18.73."
“…”
Every once in a while, Nan Ruoyin would report the real-time price, and Nan Yi could understand the market conditions without even looking up.
"18.57."
"18.41, Dad, I'm calling." Nan Ruoyin checked the email computer screen and saw that Scarlett Fund had already started closing positions. She quickly picked up the satellite phone and called, "Start closing positions at $18.35, in batches, and close all positions before $18.20. Shut up, execute the order."
Covering the microphone, Nan Ruoyin turned back and complained to Nan Yi: "There is something wrong with the operator at HSBC. Who wants to listen to his opinion at this time?"
"hehe."
Nan Yi smiled without saying anything and continued to look through the "Gold Manual for Futures Operations" compiled internally by Scarlett Fund.
Seven or eight minutes later, Nan Ruoyin cheered, "All positions closed, average $18.25."
"here you go."
Open a position at $38.25 and close it at $18.25, with a difference of $20. $20 x 1,000 barrels x 8,000 lots = $160 million. After deducting the handling fee and other miscellaneous fees, there is about $155 million left.
Nan Ruoyin's was a little worse off, with only $100 million.
"Hey, I plan to use half of it to buy a house in Hong Kong, Berlin, Toronto, and somewhere else... Never mind, I'll study it slowly, and use the remaining half to set up my own venture capital company. Dad, how about investing in the Internet?"
Nan Ruoyin stood there, calculating how to spend the money like a madman.
"You don't need to prepare that much. 30 million US dollars is enough. You can either buy a house or consider investing in other areas with the extra money."
Nan Ruoyin jumped to Nan Yi and said, "Say it again, say it again, Dad, I'll treat you to a big meal, how about the Wonderful Family Bucket?"
"You didn't learn my strengths, but you did learn to be stingy. Let's go to another place." Nan Yi said with a frown, deliberately teasing.
Nan Ruoyin grabbed Nan Yi's arm and shook it, "Okay, I'll go for it, big class building."
"Little girl."
Nan Yi stroked Nan Ruoyin's forehead, patted her shoulder, showed some intimacy, and then went out together.
If there had not been the oil price increase in August last year, perhaps oil prices should have gone up this time. However, with the lessons learned last year, the United States and other Western countries will not sit idly by and watch oil prices rise.
For Western countries at this time, an oil price of $20 per barrel is the optimal line for Western economies. Too high a price will cause inflation, while too low a price will be detrimental to technological progress and hurt the interests of oil companies. $30 is a warning line. If you exceed it, the economy will have problems. And $35 is a high-voltage line. If you exceed it, it means the arrival of the third oil crisis.
After experiencing two oil crises, the United States and other Western countries can no longer afford a third oil crisis.
From a grand strategic perspective, the United States would rather allow Iraq to occupy Kuwait than trigger a new round of oil price increases. At the same time, the Soviet revisionists became increasingly dependent on oil and foreign exchange to maintain their fragile domestic economy.
From any perspective, the United States needs low oil prices first, followed by so-called world peace and the Kuwaiti royal family's trivial matters.
The Iraqi strategic team probably analyzed that the United States has not yet emerged from the shadow of the previous war, and also analyzed that the United States would not go to war for Kuwait, or that the Soviet revisionists made some empty promises to Saddam, so they brazenly launched the invasion of Kuwait and hastily announced that it would be changed to Kuwait Province.
The success of the US oil strategy this time is actually due to the fact that there is a behind-the-scenes hero "George", who is a peace-loving person, unlike another KGB-born table-turner who keeps talking about "nuclear peace". For the Soviet revisionists, keeping oil prices stable at a reasonable level is also what it needs. Oil is exchanged for foreign exchange and then for food, thus quelling the domestic food crisis.
In general, the world pattern in the 1990s was already changing, and all countries involved in the overall situation had to adapt to the transition from a bipolar confrontation to a unipolar world.
Nine years ago, all the countries west of East Germany trembled in fear at the sight of the Soviet revisionist steel torrent. Now, the United States has slapped them from the North Pole to the South Pole, leaving them speechless and stunned, realizing that they no longer understand war.
"Missile" will become the most talked about term throughout the 1990s.
Sitting in the classroom building, Nan Yi's mind was filled with missile sausages, missile popsicles, missile candies, missile bread, missile pants, missile exercise books, missile pencils [fountain pens, ballpoint pens], missiles...