Chapter 58 Waste Oil Field

At the end of the month, Xiaopang returned to the East * camp with a red face. He called Su Cheng in a high profile and shouted, "Master, come and pick me up. There are too many things to take it."

Su Cheng then drove Dahua Industrial's own jeep and suddenly went to the station to pick up people.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw the little fat man with red light, leaning on a pile of large boxes, carrying a bottle of coke in his hand, delicious.

Su Cheng parked the car and asked suspiciously, "Isn't it all Maotai behind you?"

"I asked someone to tell me the wholesale price, priced at priced at priced at 2 yuan. I bought 10 boxes, 120 bottles, more than 800 yuan." Xiao Pang smiled proudly and said, "I'm going to drink half, leave half, and it will be aged in the future."

"You still have a good investment vision." Su Cheng circled around the wine box.

After 20 years, these aged Maotai will be sold for more than 10,000 yuan, and these 120 bottles are 1.2 million yuan. In comparison, Xiao Pang only spent an ordinary person's salary for a year.

Turning his head, Su Cheng asked again, "Have you got the original pulp?"

"I need a note. I'm exhausted. I found 2 bottles of 2 kg." Xiao Pang lifted the top box, exposed two small altars, and said, "They are all 30-year-old raw pulp. The 60-year-old raw pulp can only be drunk, not taken away.

With that, he laughed in his aftertaste.

When he returned home, Xiao Pang turned on the TV as soon as possible.

Su Cheng put a box of Maotai wine in one hand, put all 12 boxes away, then sat down to rest, and asked doubtfully, "What's so good about the TV at this time?"

The little fat man sat on the ground and couldn't take his eyes off his eyes and said, "What's the TV at this time? Look at how many things are in this TV... Alas, give me a TV, and I can move for the rest of my life.

Su Cheng shook his head helplessly, turned back to the kitchen to cook a pot of instant noodles, put it on the table and said, "I said, you have been suspended for more than two months, and the business has not made a sound. Aren't you worried?"

Xiao Pang opened a bottle of coke and said with a smile, "There are instant noodles to eat, coke to drink, and spring bed to sleep. I make a lot of money in business. That's not the reason. Why am I in a hurry?

Instant noodles in 1987 are semi-luxury goods. The specification of 100g per bag costs twenty-five cents. If it was last year, there would be two more two more grain tickets. Such an expensive price, but the portion is small. For big-bellied men who don't have oil and water, eating two packs and three packs is like playing. Except for the rich, Chinese people are just trying to buy instant noodles at this time.

Su Cheng stared for a long time, and finally gave up depressingly. He waved his hand and said, "Tomorrow you and I will go to the oilfield office, and we will rent the waste oil field."

Xiao Pang was happy and said with a smile, "I knew that Master will plan everything. I'll just eat and wait to die."

Su Cheng was also happy to hear it. He took out a small box from the cabinet and threw it to Xiao Pang and said, "Look."

The little fat obediently opened the small box and was stunned.

There are 10 stacks of money neatly, 100 pieces of 10 yuan, put together, exactly 10,000 yuan. It was exchanged by Su Cheng for 1,500 dollars.

This money can be called a huge sum of money in any case. It is also a private deposit in Suchu City, which has nothing to do with the factory.

Ordinary workers' families, who are diligent and thrifty all their lives, can probably save these.

"Calculate the shares according to the capital contribution, I am 30%, and you are 70%..." Su Cheng also opened a bottle of coke. Today's student dinner is equal to a week's salary for leading cadres.

"No. Master, I don't know anything about technology. It's all up to you to see the oil field. I've thought about it for a long time. You pay a few thousand yuan. I'll help you watch the oil field..." Xiao Pang said very seriously, "My father said that Master is a lifetime. At your age, he may die."

Su Cheng laughed and said, "I can tell you that once you buy a waste oil field, once you have good luck, it's like a money printing machine..."

"Master 70%, I 30%. Without Master, we can't buy a money printing machine, can we? Xiaopang looks like the hero in the revolutionary TV series. I made up my mind, and I couldn't even say it well.

After thinking about it, Su Cheng simply went back to the house, took out another 5,000 dollars, and said, "Since you insist, I will invest 70%." I haven't had time to change these US dollars. You can take it to Qing* Island to exchange it. Pay attention to safety. In addition, you should go to see Director Wei tonight, say my name, and bring those two bottles of raw pulp.

The next day.

Su Cheng drove his jeep and came to the oilfield office with a straight-eyed little fat.

is also the deputy director. Wei Kong's status is much higher because of the management of the third production company. He not only has his own generous office, but also has a full-time secretary. When he saw the two of them, he laughed.

Wei Kong still looked like a white-faced scholar. He led the two into the office. He congratulated Su Cheng first, and then smiled and said, "Guess when you will come. I just asked the secretary to sort out a piece of information about the waste oil well. You can have a look. If you like it, please tell me directly."

He spread out a map on his desk, which marked the location of the waste oil well, with dense red dots, and I'm afraid there are as many as two or three hundred mouths.

Next to

is a notebook with more detailed information such as equipment, average output, etc.

Xiao Pang suddenly became nervous and short of breath, and his eyes unconsciously looked at Su Cheng.

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