Chapter 702: The Battle for Baku Oil Field Begins_2
Robert reported to Donnie.
Donnie pondered for a moment and said, “Prepare another hundred thousand US Dollars for Magichi. Now that the matter has spread, I believe the people over there must be getting restless and should be easier to approach. Additionally, deploy more manpower—I want to know the Rockefeller Family’s Oil Company’s attitude towards this!”
Robert and Fei Jackson both nodded and then went to handle their tasks.
Donnie sat alone in his office, also contemplating the matter.
In fact, to this point, Donnie had not decided whether he truly wanted to get involved in this affair or not. From the current standpoint, the Baku Oil Field was indeed a very, very good oil field. If he could secure the Baku Oil Field, he could use it as a lever to break into the Eastern European market.
But the actual situation was not like that.
Because Donnie knew very well that during World War II, the Soviet Union and Germany were locked in a fierce battle over the Baku Oil Field.
At that time, in order not to let Germany seize the Baku Oil Field, the Soviet Union nearly destroyed all the facilities of the field, and all the roads, railroads, and other transportation facilities within dozens of miles were thoroughly sabotaged.
Germany needed time and a large number of specialist technicians to repair the Baku Oil Field. Furthermore, with local guerrillas frequently launching surprise attacks and Soviet armies lurking nearby, it seemed impossible for the German forces to achieve the production levels they needed from the Baku Oil Field in the short term.
At that time, the Baku Oil Field provided 96% of the Soviet Union’s oil supply. Under such circumstances, even England and the United States could not accept Germany taking control of the Baku Oil Field, so the Baku Oil Field was no longer something a businessman could influence!
So if he really acquired the Baku Oil Field, would it just be for a decade or so of exploitation?
While Donnie was analyzing the situation, something very important to the people of Atlantic City was happening in Atlantic City.
The global Gambling God tournament sponsored by the Surf Hotel had officially begun! Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
The tournament had received excellent publicity, and with enticing prize money and ample time for preparation, it attracted many participants from other countries.
“All these people have been duly registered. For the upcoming matches, we’ll have someone keeping a close eye on them. If they are really skilled, they will be added to the blacklist!”
Joshua Allen, as the organizer of the Gambling God tournament, was reporting the current situation to Donnie.
While not all the participants in the Gambling God tournament were gambling experts, there was a good chance that a few true masters were among them.
If these masters could be put to use by the Surf Hotel, they would be an asset to the establishment. If not, they could potentially become enemies of the Surf Hotel.
That’s why Donnie had previously instructed Joshua Allen to collect these individuals’ information—with the idea that the skilled ones should be persuaded to stay. If they disagreed, regrettably, they’d find themselves on the Surf Hotel’s blacklist!
“The most important task for the next matches is to prevent any cheaters. We are holding a Gambling God tournament, not a cheater’s tournament!”
Donnie cautioned Joshua Allen, who, without the use of high-definition cameras, could only rely on their own casino staff to watch closely.
Joshua Allen nodded and said, “Understood. I’ve already recruited some people. These individuals are willing to give up the competition and join us at the Surf Hotel directly!”
There are rational people in the world, professional gamblers included. Some are very clear that they do not have the capability to become the Gambling God.
Since they can’t be the Gambling God, they might as well join the Surf Hotel for a stable income.
Lival McKee and Drake Watt are prime examples. Previously just dice listeners, they’ve now performed a magnificent turnabout, becoming one of the Surf Hotel’s gambling supervisors, not only with a stable and handsome income, but also with high social status!
“Additionally, the list of guests coming to watch the Gambling God tournament has been organized by Manager Nate. Boss, would you like to see it?”
Joshua Allen asked Donnie.
Donnie waved his hand dismissively. Due to the nature of the Gambling God tournament, no highly esteemed guests were expected, so Donnie decided to let Nate handle the reception of the guests—he did not plan to get involved.
However, after Joshua Allen mentioned a name, Donnie appeared somewhat surprised.
“Albert Furr? Why has he come?”
As a member of the Cabinet and the Internal Affairs Department of the White House, Albert Furr’s presence during a time when Harding’s administration was increasingly criticized by the public, and the Cabinet itself had been dubbed a “Poker Cabinet,” was unexpected.
Under such circumstances, Albert Furr’s appearance was indeed surprising.
Donnie couldn’t decide whether to call this man foolish or simply brazen.
But when Donnie learned that Archibald Roosevelt was also present, he understood that their visit might not be just for the Gambling God tournament.
“I’m aware of this now. Leave these two to me. Just have Nate do the reception!”
When Donnie met Albert Furr, he discovered that it wasn’t just Albert Furr who had come, but also the esteemed President of the United States, Warren Harding himself!
“Harding, you’ve really surprised me!”