Chapter 661 The Long-Lost Farm Life

William White vaguely found that his layout in Texas was a bit weak. The previous layouts were really overstated.

Those bastards in California are a bit unethical, so I'd better be careful. Doing things in his old lair, William White admired their dog gall very much.

Los Angeles is not Houston. As the second largest city in the United States, the proportion of other ethnic groups is very high. Looking at Africa right now, it's impossible to sort it out even if you want to.

Let William White say that the mistakes are all habitual. Besides, do you really think that old Bush doesn't like fighting?

Ha ha, the treasury can run a horse. The continuously rising deficit is actually very gratifying. You're going to let people sell everything to go to war.

Whenever William White returned to his own territory, he always rode around on horseback. What is slightly different today is that he is also bringing his eldest daughter with him.

Don't underestimate this move. The old people on the farm know that this means that the child born with the golden key in his mouth is not an illegitimate daughter, and she also has the right to inherit.

The cowboys didn't care about anything else, and they knew now that the Whites valued the farm.

What? You say it's just girls.

This doesn’t really matter. To put it bluntly, there are not many farms that can be passed on for three generations, so why bother with it. Isn't there still a pair of twins, it's just a little bit small now.

"Daddy, I want a horse, my own."

"Well, I'll let them go and buy a good horse. You have to learn to take care of him, and if he wins races, Daddy will be very happy."

"I want white."

"Athena, this is not a good idea. Whiteness is actually a disease. When they were young, they were actually blue. Let me make sure first, whether you want a foal or a full-grown horse."

The father and daughter rode horses around the farm, and sometimes chatted with some cowboys.

After so many years, the vineyards of White Farm have become very large. Grape juice and red wine are still selling well.

From this point of view, William White is still very concerned about the farm. The economy of the United States has been ups and downs in recent years, and the most unlucky ones are farmers. If there is no extra income, it is very difficult not to go out of business.

Many people have a farm dream. In fact, farming is really difficult. Although labor here is cheaper than in cities, it is very unstable. People in their 30s and 40s are okay, those younger guys still hope to go out and try their luck.

Of course, William White's farm wasn't bad. If you really don't like herding cattle, you can still work in a winery. In this way, White Farm is relatively lively. Some young guys also gave up the idea of ​​going to Houston to try their luck.

The best job is right in front of you, if you still commit suicide. You must not blame others.

"Husband, your complexion has improved a lot recently. If there is nothing important, don't go out. Also, don't mess around."

"Okay, okay, I actually despise me, you say that, people are really sad."

"You don't come here, anyway, those things can't be done all the time." William White smiled happily. There are three children here, and when he talked about these things, he still blushed.

"Okay, okay, I'll just hug you and make sure you don't move around."

Life on the farm is indeed very lazy. William White discovered that he had gained two pounds. This is not good, every inch of fat is one inch short, you still need to practice more.

"Boss, the academy would like to confirm whether you will attend the awards ceremony on time."

"Lisa, are the old guys kidding me? I don't have Alzheimer's, tell them it's business as usual."

"Okay, boss." The little assistant pouted secretly, you are happy here, the outside world can't receive your news, so you are naturally anxious.

William White actually wanted to say, if I hadn't agreed in advance. It is simply impossible to go now. What about Oscar, I don't believe it, you dare to blackmail my statuette.

Seeing a handsome pot dressed in cowboy, Filson was very entangled. I have seen unreliable people, but I have never seen you so unreliable. Instead of discussing a business worth a billion dollars, he chose to herd cattle here.

Nima, do these cows pile up as much as a fraction of your business?

"Well, boss, can you herd cattle?"

"Filson, you are layman's words. Cattle herding here in Texas is very casual at all. You just need to kill those wild wolves that break in, and leave the rest to God."

William White is really not a nonsense, although there are modern farms. The native Texans weren't too fond of it.

The beef from those farms is mainly exported or sold to urban residents. To paraphrase William White's words, people in the city can't work hard, and they can't eat anything good.

"Boss, we have negotiated the BP project. Now, you are the boss of the world's top ten oil companies."

"Hahaha, not bad, not bad. Those John Bulls, don't wait for the price to increase?"

Filson smiled wryly, what's the price increase now? The foot basin was miserable this time, and it would not be slowed down in three or five years. The Teutonics have taken over a mess this year, and it's been tough as well.

The boss, the second child, and the third child's economy are collectively lying down, but the oil production is increasing. Kuwait's production capacity also recovered very quickly. If there is no accident, they can fill up the vacated share of Sha Damu.

Under such a situation, it is impossible for the price of oil to remain above $20. John Bull also saw through this situation and was forced to throw the pot away.

What? Will it rise in the future?

so what?

That's something for the future, and it may not be his fault. If they can't cut their positions in time now, their treasury may be empty.

"Bosses, Goldman Sachs and Morgan Stanley lowered their economic forecasts at the same time. Now, only Lehman Brothers is optimistic about the economic situation this year."

"Ha, this is really interesting. Let me tell you, all kinds of predictions in the election year are all bullshit. What they said is not a prediction at all. Damn, do they believe it?"

"Hehe, that's roughly the case. Our think tank judges that the economy in the foot basin is difficult to predict. If they continue to tighten monetary policy, the situation may deteriorate further. As for the United States, the high-tech industry continues to strengthen. At the latest in the third quarter, the United States will have one Waves of good market."

The third quarter? William White sighed secretly. From the looks of it, old Bushu was still going to be unlucky. In the third quarter, this time is a little bit late. Nima, can't you add some fuel to the high-tech industry?

In fact, there is no shame in holding stinky feet now. You can absolutely say that my bill is better than the Gore bill. Considering that time is running out, let's push this first.

"By the way, Filson, since they are not optimistic, have they sold some stocks?"

"No, just made some hedging, and the funds are not very large, but they are raising funds."

"Look, I knew that they were planning to pick up those bloody chips. The US Federal Reserve has been printing US dollars non-stop, hehe, this is planning to blow the biggest bubble in the world. Alas, except for resources Assets, I don’t know what to invest in.”

"Hehe, I'm afraid it will be difficult. Investment banks like Lehman obviously don't buy it. As for the retail investors, they actually have very limited bargaining chips."

"Okay, we don't need to express our opinion, just let them make troubles. Filson, take a good rest for two days, you need to exercise."

William White made an early move, so there's no point in ending now. He can just stay aside and watch the big show, and now he is very curious about how these bastards plan to buy the bottom.