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Venezuela, Maracaibo Naval Port.

Maracaibo Naval Port, where the North Atlantic Fleet and the Great White Fleet of the United States entered the port, has become a de facto base camp for the American negotiating group.

A de facto base for the U.S. Navy.

However, there was a problem that the distance from Caracas, the capital of Venezuela, was considerable, but it was rather good.

Negotiators for plantation and oil had arrived in Caracas.

“Can Dewey-sama come over?”

“I’m fine. I’ve passed the entire US Naval Garrison over to Sampson’s friend. Sampson is good because he’s competent.”

“okay.”

Caracas.

The Venezuelan capital was dominated by favorable public opinion towards the US Navy and the US negotiators who defeated the vicious Germans and British.

A cheering crowd took to the streets to welcome the American negotiators.

“Is the Department of Agriculture here too?”

“They have been around for a few days. They said a few more will come later.”

“Aha.”

rumble.

They got off the black wagon.

The face of the negotiating team was splendid with the staff of the Ministry of Agriculture and the executives of the International Fruit Company.

Most of the people who could not see the stone of oil were those involved in the plantation.

They entered the negotiating room.

“Is the deal on Plantation going well?”

“It’s not going to be easy. But thanks to that, the chances of success are high.”

“What does he mean?”

“The relationship between President Castro and Vice President Gomez is very bad. It’s exactly a relationship that looks good on the outside, but it’s rotten on the inside.”

“Can it be turned over at any time?”

“We’re lining up for the Vice President.”

Dewey stopped walking.

Why are you telling yourself this?

There was no need to find a reason.

He stared at the executives of the International Fruit Company with terrifying momentum.

“It means that we should also join the line.”

“The dreadnought makes negotiating easier when the US Navy, which has several asymmetric forces, participates. Maracaibo is a naval port for the Navy, but at the same time it is an agricultural land suitable for plantations.”

“Is it only Maracaibo?”

“I can’t. Valencia next door is also an important plantation area. We will form a plantation belt to build a railway, and we will collect the next Venezuelan government including the cost of the infrastructure.”

“Is it land payment?”

Swordsmen for plantation.

Dewey narrowed his eyes.

He knew the tricks of international fruit companies.

Fruit companies ignorantly rip off land in the name of ‘laying’ the railroads.

These guys, when Costa Rica couldn’t pay the railroad bonds, they were crazy people who ripped off up to 7% of Costa Rica’s land.

Costa Rica to Banana Republic.

It was unclear how much the railroad bonds would rip off Venezuela.

“Don’t worry, Marshal. We will reach an agreement as much as possible so that the land of the US Naval Garrison can also be obtained.”

“U.S. Navy garrison? Ha, you guys are going to use us as a security company.”

“Ah, no way. I would appreciate it if you thought it was just a service for the national interest of the United States. After all, our interests are directly linked to the interests of the United States.”

“You’re good at talking only with your mouth pierced.”

“Maybe we can even rip off the Maracaibo Naval Port.”

Stop.

Dewey stopped walking again.

“Maracaibo Naval Port?”

“The Venezuelan government’s fear of the dreadnought is beyond imagination. Even they are in a civil war. The dreadnought is a feared object, but it is a game changer that becomes a weapon of destruction if you bring it into your allies. Do you understand?”

“If it’s to attract dreadnoughts, I’ll give you anything.”

Marshal Dewey wiped his chin.

The power of the dreadnought seems to have resonated with the heart of the Venezuelan government.

Even the Venezuelan government is in a situation where the president and vice president are secretly separated due to US intervention.

It was the perfect situation to eat.

“The British-German naval blockade has incapacitated the Venezuelan navy. In fact, the Venezuelan naval force is dependent on the United States.”

“It sounds like they need a US naval garrison.”

Dreadnought.

The diplomatic effect of this warship was considerable.

“After all, the owner of the Caribbean is the United States. We will bring all the land that doesn’t exist and make a US naval base in Maracaibo.”

“Since you’ve pushed away England with a dreadnought, you’re looking at our naval forces in awe.”

“That’s not all.”

Fruit company executives smiled.

“The power chosen by the US Navy will soon become the government of Venezuela.”

“……haha.”

“Love calls are pouring in from both sides of the current Venezuelan regime and the civil war. It means you can tear it off as much as you want.”

“is it.”

Dewey spread out his palms again.

In effect, the Venezuelan government’s right to escape life or death has come into its own hands.

There was only a sad laugh.

“Maracaibo. To install the US Naval Garrison facilities, you’ll need quite a lot of land.”

wow.

clasped hands

In Marshal Dewey’s smiling eyes, imperialism flashed.

***

Washington DC

U.S. Treasury Building, secret meeting room.

“Maracaibo.”

bang.

I hit the map of Venezuela with a pointing stick. On the left side of Venezuela, there was a huge lake that could be seen on a map.

Lake Maracaibo.

There is a military port where the navy will enter. Although the site is currently used as a temporary base for the US Navy, it is interpreted from a completely different perspective from the perspective of the oil companies gathered here.

“This is the best place for profitability.”

Northeast of Lake Maracaibo.

It is the core area with the largest oil field in the vicinity. At the same time, it was a fertile land with outstanding value as a plantation land as it was a lake.

It is also a candidate for a US naval base.

“According to the telegram of the current negotiator, we are working hard to prepare a site for the US naval base and to dispose of the land for plantation.”

“A naval base?”

“Venezuela is also at risk of splitting the current government in half, and it is also a place where civil wars are taking place. If only the dreadnought, an asymmetric force, is brought to their side, they will eat half of it.”

The executives of the conference room murmured.

If land for a US naval garrison was sold, there was no better place to extract oil than this.

As it is a military facility, access is strictly controlled and no one is allowed in.

Even the Venezuelan government cannot easily enter because it is treated as an overseas territory.

“Besides, if we can secure more than 800,000 acres of Venezuelan plantation land, we can eat all of the core of any oil field.

In fact, our stake in the New York Big Bank is much larger than that of the fruit companies.”

“You’re reliable.”

“Besides, UFC Fruit Company is half of our company, with a large investment from our big New York bank.”

“Then there will be no more strife.”

Rockefeller nodded satisfactorily.

If you can get the key sites for the Maracaibo oil field, the game is over.

“But I plan to accept the oil mining rights.”

“Are you going to release information about oil to Venezuela?”

Twenty-two negative auras came up.

But no matter how much we hide, the Venezuelan government will eventually find out, and then the feeling of betrayal will try to kill us.

Rockefeller grinned as if figuring out how I felt.

“Are you planning on leaking any false information?”

“No. I’ll tell you the facts.”

“fact?”

“Yes.”

Sometimes fact assault works best. Because there is no barrier as high as reality.

It’s physically impossible, who knows?

“Venezuela’s oil is basically of low quality. It requires advanced technology to be refined. Standard Oil has a certain amount of refining technology, and there is a large amount of capital to invest in technology.”

“Right.”

“But what about the Venezuelan government? They won’t even have the technology to dig, let alone refining.”

“I agree.”

“They can’t extract oil in a profitable way.”

This is the truth.

Even in the original history, there was no profitability in the early days, so it was passed on to overseas oil companies and received only royalties.

“They can’t fill this gap for a long time.”

“It makes sense.”

“Besides, we have the technology and capital to lay the pipeline.”

Maracaibo.

It was a port city and a large lake.

“The terrain is good. It’s good for us.”

“It seems so.”

“Yeah, Maracaibo is a natural terrain where you can run one-stop from pipeline to export right away.”

so good

It is best when served as a dreadnought to the US Naval Garrison.

You don’t have to worry about security.

“Morgan.”

Rockefeller raised another question.

“Yes.”

“Then how much are you planning to tell the Venezuelan government about reserves?”

“Of course, I’ll tell you based on the amount of lucrative oil reserves. Besides, I’m going to sprinkle some seasoning here.”

assault with facts

But hide what you hide.

A clever lie is made up of 90% truth and 10% lies.

“You can hide the reserves.”

“You’re hiding it?”

“Yeah, if you say anything later, you can say that you found it then. What do they say when we say we found the reserves now? Instead, we have to blur the boundaries very much when we get the oil business right. So we can eat it all.”

“Well, if it’s a work like that, leave it to Standard Oil. There is no other group as nimble as our legal team.”

“I believe.”

Even if the reserves are hidden, there is no way to find out.

If we hide it, how will they find out?

“But I learned a lot in a short time.”

“Our intelligence service is competent. The information about the intelligence service is confidential, but I’m telling you because you signed a confidentiality agreement anyway.”

“Such a trusting relationship. Okay.”

Rockefeller nodded satisfactorily.

Treasury intelligence was sent in with GE engineers to repair the Great Venezuelan telegraph facility.

It became possible to wiretap the entire body of key facilities.

‘Usually, I only eavesdrop on core editorials. Even leaving the possibility of eavesdropping on the entire Venezuelan body in the first place is a huge information asset.’

It’s a waste to run it all on a regular basis.

You can choose to cook when you need it.

“Secretary Morgan, is the Maracaibo oilfield the only oilfield in Venezuela?”

President Melon raised his hand and asked a question.

I turned my head towards it.

“No. However, the reserves of Maracaibo alone will chew up the oil fields of Pennsylvania. We estimate it to be about 15% of the total reserves.”

“…15% Pennsylvania oil fields?”

“Yes. Venezuela’s oil fields are vast. The core of them is the Oricono oil field.”

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Oricono oilfield.

Combining these two, Maracaibo and Oricono, at the present time yields reserves that eat up all the oil fields around the world.

But not all reserves are good.

Problems exist, of course.

“The problem is profitability.”

profitability.

Unless there is a war, it is meaningless if there is no money to mine for oil.

“The profitability of the Oricono oil field is uncertain. So Maracaibo, which has relatively low reserves but has good profitability, will probably be a key oil field.”

“It seems that Maracaibo’s profitability is relatively good.”

“Yeah, maybe half of it comes from Maracaibo.”

The profitability issue is not sensitive.

Gulguk oil is also a business.

However, Melon’s questions were not over.

“By the way, will Venezuela be watching?”

The conference room was quiet again.

***

“If I were the Venezuelan government, I would be quiet for the time being, but in a few years it would be a challenge.”

“That’s a really good question. Chairman Melon. You got the point right.”

“Yes?”

“Of course, Venezuela will risk his life to nationalize it. It’s natural.”

Melon kept her mouth shut at my answer.

“Besides, American citizens won’t even blink an eye if your oil companies lose oil to Venezuela. They’ll say you’re a bunch of robbers aristocrats who monopolize and suck out profits.”

“…Let’s go on.”

Rockefeller and Melon sat down and began to listen to me.

“If this is the case, public opinion will not move for us. Never.”

“Why do you think so?”

I raised my index finger to their question.

“Ultimately, if we want to protect Venezuela’s oil fields, we have to move the US military.

But who would want to protect her son and her husband by sacrificing their lives to protect the oil companies?”

“…Huh.”

“It’s not going to win the sympathy of any American citizen. The other Banana Republic and Venezuela are different in size. It’s workers’ oppression there, but it’s war in Venezuela.”

Venezuela?

It differs greatly from other Latin American countries in terms of national power, population, and land size.

“There is a workaround.”

I pulled my upper body.

“If American citizens have no reason to risk their lives, they can make it for them.”

“Give me a reason to risk my life? How?”

“Listen to me for once.”

He soothed the impatient giants.

“I am going to set up a national oil company.”

“The National Oil Corporation?”

“Yes, in connection with the sovereign wealth fund. Oh, don’t worry that we will take it all away. Venezuela’s oil fields are wide, and even if the sovereign wealth fund eats a little, there is a lot of oil to eat.”

Norwegian sovereign wealth fund.

I plan to run a national oil company with reference to the 21st century Norwegian sovereign wealth fund.

“We will turn Venezuela’s oil revenues into investments in the sovereign wealth fund. We will use it to conduct investment activities around the world.”

“The Sovereign Wealth Fund, the Federal Reserve, and the Treasury will become the three pillars of the American economy.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. It matters what you do with your sovereign wealth fund.”

I smiled.

“Didn’t you say you were giving American citizens a reason to risk their lives?”

“…..okay.”

“I will make all Americans risk their lives to defend Venezuela’s interests. Literally life itself.”

“What? How?”

Some executives jumped up.

Rockefeller and Melon also focused their attention on my lips.

“Based on that money…”

Write….

I took a deep breath and then exhaled. He looked around the conference room with a serious face.

“I would like to implement the National Health Insurance.”

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Of course, it would be difficult with only the money of the sovereign wealth fund.

Sovereign wealth funds through the state-run national oil corporation only serve as the backbone of medical insurance.

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Of course, you have to pay for health insurance.

But as long as health insurance can survive.

It does not change the fact that the lives of American citizens are at stake in this Venezuelan oil project.

It’s not just hereditary here.

In the future, it will serve as a justification whenever we protect our overseas oil business rights.

“A pretty good idea, isn’t it?”

“……”

In the middle of everyone with their mouths open in surprise.

I was the only one with my chin tucked in and smiling softly.

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