Chapter 118 Lucky People
Failed, successful, lucky and tragic, there is always only half a chance in this industry, either to succeed or fail, and thus half of the chance of success will explode in an instant for oil to surge nearly a hundred feet from the top of the drilling tower.
"We have oil!"
Jili, who was taking a nap in the mansion in the city, woke up, jumped up, got into the carriage under the escort of the bodyguards, and rushed to the oil well outside the city.
The scattered indigenous people near the drilling put on their coats and rushed into the crowded dusk.
The oil rig of the Anglo-Mexico oil company found oil, which was enough to wake up the whole of Mexico and make the earth shake. The drilling tower is a magnet that sucks all living beings into it. Why? Because oil is not just a commodity like cocoa powder, nickel or iron. Oil is fuel. It is warm, powered, and bright. In fact, it is quite close to life itself - the second only thing in the world to money. And it is here, rushing out, rushing to the sky, and then falling heavily on the ground 120 feet or more.
People facing the wind, their faces, beards and hats are shining because of this beautiful black spray. No one cares. Children and adults ran forward to wet their heads and stretched out their hands to catch the precious **. A man even knelt under the oil fountain near the drilling platform, raised his head to face the surging black rain, and then fell down like magic.
And this person is Zhang Zhipeng. At this moment, he finally understood why there are so many people in the oil industry, and there will be so many stories, not just because he is wealth.
It's not even like winning the lottery; it's more exciting than the lottery. If you win the lottery, anyone can buy a lottery ticket. Lottery is just a matter of luck. Everyone buys a lottery ticket. A certain proportion of people will have good luck. As long as he lasts long enough, he will definitely get his luck.
Oil is not like this. It's like being pointed at by God. And God doesn't just give someone a check with a few zeros. This gift is for a real person, a strong and shrewd person, to make him profit. The lucky person is the one who owns the land here that night. Any land is good.
Overnight, they will become millionaires in the backyard, or as long as they think properly, they will become millionaires. People's thinking will turn to the share of concessions, the area of land, and drilling. Some people face such an opportunity but let it slip away. They may agree to 15% when they can ask for 30%.
They may sign a contract with a bone-sucking sponsor. They may be sold millions of dollars worth of land for a small amount of money for a few hundred and thousands of yuan.
But not here, it's just a dream! The land here does not belong to those "lucky" people. God's fingers are not pointed at the poor indigenous people or the greedy Mexican landlords. God pointed his finger at another group of people, a group of people who came from afar.
The land here belongs to the oil companies of England and Mexico, a British company registered in London. Now he owns more than 4 million acres of land here and the exploration and exploitation rights of this land, and the cost is only 8 million dollars. Of course, this It does not include the nearly two million dollars of tribute paid to President Diaz and some officials.
Just as Lucas and Thomas commanded eight employees of Anglo-Mexico Oil Company desperately trying to control the rig, the frenzy caused by the underground gushing black dragon continued. People continue to gather. Now it's not just the residents nearby, but the people from farther away. These are all those who envy. Those who don't have half an acre of land in heaven. They were also watching, but they closed their mouths and dragged their children away from the black fountain.
The thick black fountain continues to spray on the heads of all winners and losers, dreamers and jealous people.
Finally, after nearly two hours of oil eruption, as the drillers put the wellhead in place, embedded the huge screw into the cement, and then fixed it, the wellhead was quickly installed. They tightened the valve, and the source of oil that spewed out of the ground was stopped.
Lucas climbed 90 feet up the iron ladder outside the drilling tower. He hung outside as much as possible to let the air full of oil through his hair. Lucas, covered with oil but a smile on his face, saw the carriage coming quickly from a distance.
He took a deep breath. He knew that the woman from England in the carriage was destined to become the richest woman in the world. In just two hours, he believed that the well had spewed at least nearly 10,000 barrels of oil, and the well might bring her at least millions of dollars in wealth.
The carriage stopped. The place Ji Li saw was full of black, and the original yellow-red soil would be full of sticky and oily oil.
"Morell, this...is this oil?"
"I think it should be! "Miss!"
After getting this answer, the excited Ji Li jumped directly from the station to the oil despite wearing a white chiffon skirt, and then excitedly picked up a handful of oil.
Looking at Ji Li, who was dancing on the oil "dance floor" like an oil angel, Lucas walked over, took off his oily hat, and made a standard gentleman's salute.
"Miss Sterling, I think you're right!"
Looking at the land that was completely "submerged" by oil within hundreds of feet of the surrounding square garden, Ji Li's eyes were full of trust, and her husband would never make mistakes!
"He said there would definitely be oil here. I believe him!"
He!
Noticing the words in her words, Lucas became curious about him, but this curiosity was only fleeting. For him, the fuel injection of this oil well not only means that the white skirt in front of him is full of oil, the wealth of a woman like an oil angel, but also means his wealth. He can get A huge bonus of 5,000 US dollars.
Of course, this is far from comparable to this oil well. It is only worth at least $10,000 worth of oil before the oil well is stopped.
Ji Li, with some oil on her face, flashed a pair of beautiful eyes and asked Lucas.
"Mr. Lucas, what do we need to do next?"
"The next thing to do is to connect the oil well to the pipeline, and then start counting the money! Miss Sterling!"
Captain Lucas forgot his gentlemanly demeanor and replied in very rude words.
"Then let's connect the pipeline and start counting the money!"
As she spoke, Ji Li smiled and looked at the place where the sunset fell. The white skirt under the sunset was full of oil. Her face was reddened by the sunset. Just like an angel, an oil angel, everyone, whether it was an employee or an onlooker who was collecting oil on the ground with an iron barrel, thought so.
"Do you know? Your father-in-law, your oil well has extracted oil!"
Just start counting the money!
With a silly smile, Ji Li seemed to see the surprised look of the stunned man who saw a large amount of money flying in front of him soon after, and thought of the smile on Ji Li's face more brightly.
The sky in late spring is as blue as the empty and quiet sea, without a trace of clouds. The air was moist, and he felt particularly fresh and refreshing when he breathed. Chen Moran, who was sitting in the garden, smiled and was full of joy. Half an hour ago, he received a telegram from Mexico, which was very simple.
"Your father-in-law, the oil field has come out of oil, and 76,000 barrels have been released. Love your wife!"
What is the concept of 76,000 barrels of oil a day? This means that this is an oil well alone. In the next few months, it will bring him more than $80,000 in wealth every day. Even if all kinds of expenses are removed, there will be at least more than $70,000. This well is Ji Li's first oil well, Dospocas. Well No. 1, this standard is determined to find a high-yielding oil field in Mexico. Originally, because the driller did not extinguish the boiler, it burned for two months and injected 10,000 tons a day, which made the fire impossible to put out at all. It was not until more than two months later, when the amount of fuel injection was reduced, it was extinguished. In the past few years, this oil well alone can bring him thousands of dollars of wealth.
"Developed! Now it can be regarded as a developed one!"
His mouth muttered, and a smile squeezed out of Chen Moran's face.
When Xiao Yiren, who was in a good mood, came over, he saw the smile on Chen Moran's face. When he sat down, he said that there was also a smile on his face. Today is a good child.
"Well, it seems that you are in a good mood today."
"Ah, yes, today is a good day."
Chen Moran looked directly at Xiao Yu's face, and his eyebrows were full of joy when he spoke.
"What's going on now? Is there any good news? Tell me about it!"
Xiao Wei asked with a smile.
"Isn't it a good day for Huangpu's first-year students to graduate today?"
Chen Moran blinked his eyes, but did not say anything about the oil out of the oil field, but mentioned another thing.
After the Spring Festival, those students who were about to graduate trained with the recruits on Hell Island, and even held two exercises. The effect was quite good. Today is the day of their graduation. Some people will serve as officers on Hell Island. Through continuous exercises, they will improve the command level of the company platoon. In addition, 132 students will return to their hometowns to establish the branch of Huangpu Sports School.
Xiao Yiren put on a look that I didn't believe.
"You are happy about this. You laughed last night! I'm afraid it's something else!"
"What, the telegram just sent half an hour ago!"
Chen Moran, who was in a good mood, took out the telegram from his wife from his pocket.
"Tsk, tsk, look at you two... 76,000 barrels, good boy!"
Xiao Qiren, who was shocked by the numb words on the telegram, got goose bumps all over his body. After seeing the number on the telegram, his face suddenly changed, and he looked stunned.
"8...80,000 US dollars, one...day, almost 200,000 yuan!"
He nodded with a smile, and Chen Moran replied in an affirmative tone.
"No! 200,000 yuan a day, at least for two months, you can enter this number every day! In the future, no matter what I want to do, there should be no problem with tens of thousands of yuan a day. What's more, this is just an oil well. I bet you that the land there alone can bring us at least hundreds of millions of yuan in return in the future!"
Xiao Yan, who was stunned, looked at the thin electric newspaper in his hand. Listening to Chen Moran's words, he could hardly believe his ears. The huge return of hundreds of millions of yuan a year is almost the wealth of the enemy of a rich country. The fiscal and tax revenue of a year is only 100 million yuan, less than 150 million yuan, and Chen Moran's beautiful ink stone The oil company's oil fields can return hundreds of millions of yuan.
When he was stunned by surprise, Xiao Jian realized a problem. When he was in the United States, he had read the oil fever in the United States in the newspaper. He also knew that the oil, which seemed to be black gold, on the other hand, was stained with blood and earned hundreds of millions of yuan a year, which was enough to make the whole world crazy.
"Supe, aren't you afraid of being robbed of such a large oil field? At that time, the bamboo basket will be empty!"
"Ratch?"
His words only made Chen Moran sneer.
"Isn't my marriage with Ji Li, to some extent, out of this consideration?"
From the beginning, he considered the safety factors of the oil field, otherwise he would have married Ji Li.
"The only ones that can pose a threat to Anglo-Mexico Oil Company are New Jersey Standard, California Standard and ductory Company. They will certainly do everything possible to get the mining rights of Anglo-Mexico Petroleum Company. If I, Chen Moran, run such an oil company there, then they may even use hard ones. But is it Ji Li now? Sterling, she is a British aristocrat!"
Chen Moran said softly, even with some pride on his face.
"Ji Li's identity is the security of her and the oil field. The British Empire is still the world's number one power, or Rockefeller's oil kings can have no worries about me, but more or less in Ji Li, they will not directly deal with her, and the safety of the oil field has a certain guarantee."
"But the problem is that no one will ignore such a large amount of wealth! Anyone!"
Xiao Yuren deliberately aggravated his tone. Even he had the idea of taking the oil field as an existing one. If he could do it, of course, he knew that he did not have the ability at all, and he could not take down the oil field, and he could not keep the golden doll from being taken away by others.
"Wei Yang, you're right, anyone will be moved by this wealth!"
A little indifferent expression appeared on Chen Moran's face. He believed that Xiao Yuren was also moved, but this expression was just fleeting.
"So they will definitely attack Anglo-Mexico Oil Company. They will take out astronomical funds to demand the acquisition of Anglo-Mexico Oil Company or cooperate in development. This is what those American oil tycoons often do. If they refuse, it will be equivalent to a relationship with him. How did New Jersey Standard Oil start? Question mark Those American oil companies have their own oil tankers, refineries, and even they can affect Mexico's railways. If you don't transport oil or refine oil for you, you can watch the oil field and cry! It was by relying on transportation and oil refining that Rockefeller annexed a large number of oil wells, which led to the world's first billionaire!"
The words seem to be contemptuous, but Chen Moran's face is full of envy. Not to mention others, it is enough for him to become a rich man like him, but this is just a dream, and it is an impossible dream to achieve. For a yellow-skinned Chinese, even if he really has Such a sum of wealth is just a golden doll standing in a group of wolves and children. Even the unintroverted Jews in this concession can bully him, not to mention those real tycoons.
"So what should we do?"
Xiao Yuren asked nervously.
"Self-respect for the foreigner!"
Calmly spit out five words, Chen Moran first sucked a cigar and then took a sip of tea.
"You mean to pull up to Britain?"
"Although cars are still regarded as toys for the rich, the economic potential of the oil era has begun to be recognized by more and more people. Unfortunately, it's just an understanding now, and it hasn't risen to the level of the country, but it's different now. Although the car has been invented for more than ten years, in addition to lighting with kerosene, gasoline and diesel have almost been discarded in vain. The American political axe does not realize the important surname of oil. The United States itself is the world's largest oil-producing country, so The surname of the political axe's direct intervention may be very small. Of course, if it is more than ten years later, the American political axe will definitely intervene. At that time, even with the support of the British political axe, I'm afraid it will be impossible.
With a cigar between his fingers, Chen Moran began to talk about his "oil-connection" strategy there.
"But now it's different. On the one hand, Britain's influence is there, and on the other hand, someone in Britain mentioned the important surname of oil more than a decade ago, but what? Britain itself has no oil, and the kerosene he uses relies entirely on the United States and Russia. The oil field of Anglo-Mexico Oil Company can be said to be the first oil field owned by the British company. Naturally, Gili can get the support of some British officials. Britain has the largest fleet in the world, as well as its own oil tankers and local There are also refineries, so if you want to break the pressure of the American oil company, you have only one choice, to use Ji Li to pull Britain in!"
Staring at him, Xiao Jian listened carefully to everything he said, afraid that even if his attention was only for a second, he might ignore something. It was this kind of concentration that made him realize that there were still some problems in this plan to use Britain to block the United States.
"This plan is indeed feasible, but... However, Americans may not know, but the British can definitely find out that you are a funder of Anglo-Mexico Petroleum Company and own all the shares. Is it possible for the British to support you at that time?"
"Ha ha! I'm Chinese, a low-class person with braids. Does China need oil? No need! Is China subject to British indulgence? Of course! And my wife is British!"
Chen Moran did not directly answer Xiao Yu's question, but said a few words in succession, and then looked at the time of the watch on his wrist.
"Wei Yang, it's time for us to go to school and see the students off!"
(to be continued)