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verfasst von kingsolomon, 20.05.2003, 20:07

-->Bericht aus China

(aus Jim Rogers neuem Buch, abgedruckt im heutigen Daily Reckoning )



THE WORLD'S BEST CAPITALISTS
By Jim Rogers
The Chinese work from dawn to dusk.
But not only do they work hard, they also save and invest
more than 30 percent of their income. We in America at the
moment save about 1 percent of our income. It is because the
Chinese work so hard and save so much of what they earn that
their economy is growing faster than ours.
In the city of Zhengzhou I observed the Chinese work ethic in
action in its most simple and primitive form: the
attentiveness of a waitress, Mae Wang.
Employed by one of the restaurants in town, her behavior was
simply an exaggeration of that which was typical of all the
workers in China. Mae Wang, when a restaurant patron caught
her attention, literally ran to the table to be of help. Like
a sprinter. Across the room. She ran to see what she could do
to serve you. For me she was something of a metaphor, a
motif, if you will, stated as part of an overture to the
symphony of Shanghai.
Shanghai lay before us like Oz. We were approaching what I
predicted would be the Emerald City of twenty-first-century
capitalism - within our lifetimes. Zhengzhou was the first
stop on the beeline we were now making for the city. Nanjing
was the final stop. In Nanjing, I looked out our hotel room
window and saw building cranes everywhere I looked; it was
here, in Nanjing, that someone informed me that fully half
the building cranes in the world were currently in China. My
itinerary, it appeared, was trying to prepare me, to educate
me, for what lay ahead.
We finally arrived in Shanghai, and I instantly fell in love.
Again. Yet again, Shanghai had changed. This was the fourth
time I had been there, and every time it was a different
city, a different country. Had it changed for the better? The
city is modern, full of high-rises. It is trendy,
fashionable, sophisticated. And rich. I happen to like big
cities. I do not dream of returning to Demopolis, Alabama,
where my phone number, as late as my college years, consisted
of a single digit. For me, Shanghai is one of the great,
exciting places in the world. And I would be very happy to
live there. It would be like moving to New York in 1903, as
New York was really blossoming.
Before 1949, before the revolution and the establishment of
the People's Republic, the Shanghai stock market was the
largest in Asia, the largest between London and New York.
Shanghai was the center of commerce - and sin, the axis of
everything in the Far East. In 1988 I visited the Shanghai
exchange. To reach it, you walked down an unpaved road into a
somewhat ramshackle storefront featuring little more than a
thousand square feet of office space, and to buy stock you
simply walked up to a counter, overseen by a single
attendant, and paid for your shares. An over-the-counter
stock was exactly that.
The attendant totaled the transaction on an abacus. And in
1988 there were only a handful of stocks publicly traded. I
bought a bank stock, more for its historical than intrinsic
value. (The certificate hangs today, framed, on the wall of
my home in New York.) At that time, in remarks recorded by a
television crew, and later broadcast on PBS, I predicted
great things for China:
"This is history being made," I said, in voice-over as I
purchased my shares."This is the way American stock markets
evolved over two hundred years ago. Someday I'm going to
invest a whole lot of money in China, so it's important to
know how things work now. Before the revolution, China had
the largest stock market in the Orient, and if I'm right,
someday it will again."
The stock exchange in Shanghai today, a little more than a
decade later, is located in a brand-new office building, a
gigantic, broad, square structure containing a vast,
ultramodern trading floor, where maybe three hundred people
work at computer terminals. Completely electronic and
growing, it technologically dwarfs the New York Stock
Exchange, where, thanks to powerful anachronistic interests,
brokers are still running around exchanging pieces of paper.
Naturally, I opened an account.
Earlier, to accommodate the growing number of foreigners who
wanted to invest there, the Chinese had begun creating a
class of shares known as B shares. The market's A shares were
limited to purchase by the Chinese. By the time Paige and I
arrived in 1999, all the foreigners, having failed to get
rich quick as they had expected to do, had started bailing
out, victims of just one more of the many bubbles that had
burst, and the market in B shares had bottomed out.
You know a market has bottomed out when everybody gives up in
despair and does not even want to talk about it. That is the
way B shares stood when I was in China. It was purely
fortuitous - it happened to be that way when we were there,
and I happened to notice because I have been around markets
for decades. There was nothing but despair and disgust,
outright animosity toward the B shares. They were selling for
twenty cents a share, and I stocked up. I bought a lot of
shares in a lot of different companies, first because they
were so cheap, and second because I believed China to be the
wave of the future; not knowing how any stock in particular
would perform, I expected all of them to do well.
Had A shares been available, I would not have bought them;
there was not the necessary hostility toward them. It was the
foreigners who had all dumped their stock, screaming,"Get me
out of these B shares!" It so happened that within a year or
so the Chinese made some changes in the law. The A shares and
B shares became the same. And the B shares went through the
roof, along with the entire Chinese stock market. For a lot
of reasons my investment turned out to be a good one, but
that is irrelevant (although the lesson of buying totally
depressed shares usually works out - if not always so
quickly).
I have no intention of selling. I do not know what my shares
are worth today. I do not want to know what they are worth.
They are not for sale. I still own these stocks and hope to
own them forever. I hope that they are in my estate.
Certainly China will suffer setbacks along the way, just as
the United Kingdom and the United States did in their rises
to greatness. But I would have to be a sucker to sell my
shares. It would be like buying shares in New York in 1903
and selling them in
1907.
While I was on this trip, Zhu Rongji, the Chinese premier,
was at Harvard Business School making a speech. And somebody,
some aspiring something-or-other, raised his hand and asked,
"Are you going to devalue the Chinese currency?" There had
been a lot of speculation that the Chinese government was
going to devalue before making the yuan convertible. We are
not going to devalue the currency, Zhu answered. If you
really think we are going to devalue the currency, he said, I
suggest you buy puts on the currency.
Now, buying puts is an extremely sophisticated way to profit
when something collapses. But here was the premier of a
Communist country telling this whippersnapper to buy puts,
essentially telling him,"Call my bluff, if you don't believe
me."
The Chinese understand money, finance, capitalism. This was
the premier of the country. This was not his treasury
secretary or the head of the central bank or the president of
the stock exchange. This was the guy running the country. He
knows money, and that sophistication permeates the whole
society - finance, getting rich, saving, investing for the
future, educating your children.
Compare that economic sophistication to the demonstrable
ignorance of a fellow like George W. Bush, who recently, in
remarks of his own, showed that he did not know the
difference between devaluation and depreciation, an absolute
embarrassment, especially for someone who attended business
school.
Forget that he is the president of the United States and not
the voice of Communist China. Do not get me wrong; it is not
just Bush. No recent U.S. president has understood basic
economics. Bill Clinton did not even know that the biggest
stock market bubble in decades was occurring while he was
president. He did not even know it popped when he was in
office.
I would cast a pox on both their houses - the Democrats and
the Re-publicans.
Regards,
Jim Rogers
- from Adventure Capitalist

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• Herzerfrischendes für die Republikverdrossenen hier - kingsolomon, 20.05.2003, 20:07
  • Re: Na und? Wie wollt Ihr Deutschen... - Tassie Devil, 20.05.2003, 23:44
    • Re: Und noch etwas:... - Tassie Devil, 20.05.2003, 23:48
      • Ich sehe schon langsam - Turon, 21.05.2003, 00:45
        • Re: Hach, Turon! - Tassie Devil, 21.05.2003, 01:28
          • Re: Hach, Turon! - Turon, 21.05.2003, 02:14
            • Re: Ohne Worte - Tassie Devil, 21.05.2003, 03:09
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