Thursday, April 14, 2011

Why You Should Never Believe a Commie Mercantilist...

...or the financial reporters who cover them:
BEIJING (Reuters) - China's foreign exchange reserves soared to a record of more than $3 trillion by end-March, while its money supply growth blew past forecasts, threatening to aggravate the nation's inflation woes and trigger more policy tightening.

Chinese banks extended 679.4 billion yuan ($104 billion) in new local currency loans in March, while the broad M2 measure of money supply rose 16.6 percent from a year earlier, both above market expectations.

Tapping the brakes on money and lending growth has been a crucial part of Beijing's campaign to rein in inflation, which probably hit a 32-month high of 5.4 percent in the year to March, according to local media reports.

After making progress at the start of the year in mopping up excess cash, the People's Bank of China appeared to lose some ground in March.
This after months and months of reports that the PBoC was tightening, the PBoC had given up stimulating exports, and the Chinese government was moving the economy towards serving "domestic consumption."

Don't believe a word of it.  Old habits die hard, and crusty old corporate racketeers don't like to lose money.  Like our own situation, I doubt the Chinese elite and the government that serves it will change its "economic model" until that model has left the country a smoking ruins.

1 comment:

  1. Goodfellas: Bust the joint out

    A parallel to having the Government as a partner.

    == ==
    Although unaware of how to run a restaurant, Paulie (mob boss) promises to offer protection by becoming a partner. Sonny (restaurant owner) is now committed and beholden to Paulie:

    Narrator: Now the guy's got Paulie as a partner. Any problems, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with a bill, he can go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can call Paulie.

    But now the guy's got to come up with Paulie's money every week. No matter what. Business bad? F--k you, pay me. Oh, you had a fire? F--k you, pay me. The place got hit by lightning, huh? F--k you, pay me.

    Paulie could do anything. Especially run up bills on the joint's credit. And why not? Nobody's gonna pay for it anyway. And as soon as the deliveries are made in the front door, you move the stuff out the back and sell it at a discount. You take a two hundred dollar case of booze and you sell it for a hundred. It doesn't matter. It's all profit. And then finally, when there's nothing left, when you can't borrow another buck from the bank or buy another case of booze, you bust the joint out. You light a match.
    == ==