Chapter 21 Oil is out
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"Young master, it didn't work!"
Chen Ping came back with a bitter face and reported that it has been five days since he came to San Francisco, and the gold bars he brought have become 150,000 US dollars. It is worthy of the famous Citibank in later generations. It is not only efficient, but also gave a limit check. But before Master Li's check is opened, there is bad news. At this moment, several San Francisco shipyards only If you can produce some small boats, there is no large cargo ship that can carry thousands of tons of goods that Li Yunfei wants, and even if there is, 150,000 US dollars is far from enough.
"Less money!" Li Mo looked at the chequebook with a wry smile and kept thinking, how can we turn 150,000 into one million or ten million in the fastest way?
"Why don't we buy some boats!" As soon as Chen Ping suggested, he saw Li Mo shaking his head and said, "Forget it, save some money."
After Li Mo finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Thomas, who was in a daze, squinting his eyes and joked, "Dear Thomas, is there any way for you Jews to turn 150,000 into a million?"
Thomas, who was used to Li Mo's attitude, turned his head and ignored it directly. Yaya, how dare not to dump the young master, you wait. The more Li Mo thought about it, the more angry he became. He directly crossed his waist and scolded, "Aren't you nagging me every day that you Jews will end up doing business? Why are you dumb now!"
"100,000 becomes a million? God, I'm not Rockefeller." In the end, Thomas almost knelt down to Li Mo, so he had to howl with a sad face.
"Wait, what are you talking about? Rockefeller? ? I really want to hear such a name there?" Li Mo, who was confused, couldn't remember it all of a sudden. Fortunately, Thomas solved his puzzle and said, "Dear Li, don't you know? Rockefeller is the elite of us Jews, and his oil trust is in charge of the whole world.
" By the way, how can I forget this God of Wealth!" Li Mo patted his head and suddenly stared at Thomas.
Thomas, who was stared at all over his body, did not dare to leave, so he had to avoid Li Mo's gradually green eyes. He could only pray in his heart that this guy should not go crazy. Just as he couldn't hold on, he suddenly heard Li Mo ask, "Thomas, do you know about oil mining?"
"Oil exploitation? What is this guy going to do?" Thomas didn't understand why Li Mo began to care about oil, but he replied quickly, "I know something, but dear Li, you're not going to enter the oil industry, are you? Although Rockefeller is the elite of our Jews, I don't think he would want anyone to grab his cake!"
"No, no." Li Mo shook his head, drew a slightly upturned arc at the corners of his mouth, and said, "I don't want to enter the oil industry now, but do you think if I sell a large oil field to Rockefeller now, do you think he will want it?"
"Big oil field!" Thomas, who had seen Li Mojin's powerful fingers, suddenly lit up his eyes, but soon he warned worriedly, "Dear Li, do you really know where there is a big oil field? Oil is not gold. It will take at least three years to accurately detect the reserves.
"I'm not sure about the reserves, but at least there should be..." Li Mo stretched out two fingers and hesitated for a long time. After adding another finger, he said fiercely, "Three hundred million tons!"
"God!" Thomas fainted!
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Texas.
"Damn the weather, and that damn Brit!" Martin tightened his collar hard, looked at the snowflakes flying outside, and cursed in his heart.
Three months ago, when the damn British little white face ran to Dallas to buy the barren land in the eastern suburbs that even the Indians did not want to patronize, almost everyone was laughing at him, and after repeatedly confirming, the tax official had to believe that someone really wanted to buy the land. Although it was dissuaded, it could be seen. The other party still had no hesitation, and the tax officer had to go through the formalities for him.
But the tax official is really a good person. Originally, he should have charged at least 50,000 US dollars for land according to the area. In the end, the tax official only received 20,000 yuan. According to his words, he hoped to leave some money for the British young man to buy a boat ticket.
But when everyone was ready to watch the joke, the little white face actually brought ten sets of drilling equipment and recruited a full 3,000 workers in Dallas! God, three thousand people, you know, there are only two thousand people in the largest iron ore in Dallas.
Then Martin heard that the little white face said that there was oil under the land. God, is this guy crazy? Oil should be on the beach near the Gulf of Mexico, where there are large areas of oil drilling, not here, where there are only stones.
But the British little white face not only did not look back, but immediately separated the ten drilling wells according to the size of the land immediately after recruiting people, and then started at the same time when they were far away from each other. As an recruited employee, Martin had to start to go crazy with this little white face.
Fortunately, this little white British face doesn't want to discriminate against black people like their white American cousins. At least more than half of the 3,000 people are black, and the rest are those yellow-skinned Mexicans.
Martin looked down on those Mexicans. They not only lost the war, but also lost their dignity. What did they get when they lick their faces to join the United States? Their land was still acquired by the Americans, and their women ran away with the richer American white face. They almost lost everything!
Forget it, I don't think about it. It's my turn to guard the drilling today. It's better go early. At least two dollars a month won't let the children starve!
Martin walked into the snow with a deep and shallow foot, and he didn't know that while drilling into a small house nearby, Li Mo was also looking at the weather with a worried face.
Of course, Li Mo is not worried that there is no oil down here, but that the weather will delay the mining speed. Now he has no way back. 100,000 US dollars have been turned into machines and land. If it can't be mined as soon as possible, he doesn't even know how long he can last.
Suddenly, the door was blown open by a gust of feng shui, and snowflakes all over the sky suddenly poured into the house. Before Du Dazhuang, who was protected by his side, he saw Thomas rushing into the house with Chen Ping.
"This damn weather and those damn niggers, they are so lazy!" As soon as Thomas entered the room, he patted the snowflakes on his body and cursed.
After shooting the residual snow, he saw a cup of steaming coffee on Li Mo's table. He hurriedly rushed over and looked up. It was a little more comfortable, but he couldn't figure out why this Chinese child, who was just over 13 years old, actually liked to drink coffee? Don't they only drink tea? And there is no sugar in this coffee yet!
"I said Thomas, aren't you afraid that I will poison it?" Seeing that Thomas, who was the most particular in Ping said, actually drinking his own saliva, Li Mo suddenly laughed.
"Poisoning?!" Thomas was stunned, then put down the cup and gritted his teeth: "Dear Li, I don't have time to joke, you know? We are already in debt! I'm in debt! Today's salary is paid with a loan. If I can't find oil, I'd rather be poisoned now!"
Seeing that Thomas was so angry, although Li Mo still looked relaxed, he was also very anxious, but he was afraid that if he was in a hurry, it would affect everyone's mood, so he still smiled and said calmly, "Believe me, Thomas, there is really oil here!"
"Is it true? But now it has drilled more than a few hundred meters! Li, do you know? I don't want to joke, and I'm afraid of hearing any bad news!" Thomas sat down dely and looked at the drilling schedule and map in front of him, a little at a loss.
Chen Ping, who came back together, also sat silently on the sofa next to him. Since three months ago, Li Mo began to look for oil and stopped all the original plans such as buying boats and materials, Chen Ping was still very optimistic, but what about now? He regretted it. Why didn't he persuade the young master at the beginning? It's hard to get off now, but is there really oil?
Seeing the two people sitting next to him, Li Mo was also uncomfortable, but he could not tell them that the young master had traveled through. In his previous life, when he came to Dallas with a military delegation, he visited this famous oil field in the United States. Moreover, this is not a mountain or a water. On the endless plains, he who has accurately calculated the route of the visit will not make a mistake at all.
But can you say this?
Thomas has tried his best. After the plan began, he took 30,000 US dollars, bought ten sets of drilling equipment from those small oil merchants along the coast, and brought hundreds of experienced oil workers. And whether it was the later land purchase, recruitment, or the current supervision, calculating the progress, this guy did himself. What else do you want him to do with everything he can do?
Chen Ping also tried his best. In addition to being responsible for logistics, he also stayed by the drilling every day, personally supervising the work of the workers, responsible for external contacts, and so on. It was originally difficult for a person who graduated from the navy to do this. What else could he be asked to do?
"Are you in a hurry?" Li Mo's heart was a little shaken for the first time.
"Dear Li, tell me, is there really oil down here?" Thomas broke the silence, looked at Li Mo seriously, and said, "Oh! Stop lying to me by saying that your teacher told you. If your teacher really knows that there is oil here, why did he go to the Far East? Does he say that he doesn't know it's valuable?
Li Mo saw Thomas, who was so serious and at a loss for the first time. He thought that this guy was just the young man who was almost killed by Rudolph more than half a year ago and was threatened by himself. He was careful and afraid that doing something wrong would kill him. The pressure he shouldered was indeed a little more, or let him vent. Leak, maybe it will go crazy!
But there are some things you can't say! Li Mo had to smile and relieve the tension and said, "Thomas, do you remember what I said to you? Believe me, you will be the greatest mining tycoon in the world.
"As for how I know that there is oil here, hehe, have you ever heard of the magic of the East? Actually, I know how to spell! Haha..." . After Li Mo finished speaking, he laughed. The reason for this deception was really rubbish!
Thomas obviously didn't know what a spell was. Looking at Li Mo, he was a little dazed and was about to turn his head to ask Chen Ping, but at this time, the door was knocked open again. Du Dazhuang was once again ready to block the young master with his body, but before he was halfway there, he heard Zhang Shun's shouting from outside!
The oil is out! Young master, it's really oily!
Suddenly, everyone jumped up, and even Thomas, who couldn't hear, was infected by this excitement and soon understood what had happened!
"Do he really know how to spell? What is a spell? Thomas blinked his eyes.