Chapter 106 The Land of Spraying Gold!

As in the past, after seeing the young master leave the bedroom, Risa served breakfast for the young master, but when she walked to the dining room with a simple and nutritious breakfast, she saw that the young master was bending over and standing next to the phone next to the wall of the living room, shouting at the microphone, while the receiver was clinging to his ear.

This young master looks calm, but he is shouting - shouting about money. Companies, factories, silver, docks, iron factories, one thing after another, are all related to money in the end.

After putting down the plate, Resa, who was in a good mood, stood there and wanted to hear more. Growing up in Fuli Manor, she has never heard a rich man talk about money. She listened to her mother and the servants.

But for the past owner here, Sir Fuley, the current young master and the people of this class, money seems to be an untouchable topic. It seems that for these already rich people, money is like air: something that exists around them, something that they don't need to think about.

But like the young master now, he is holding the phone and talking about money and talking about how he is short of money. This is the first time that Risa has seen it. It seems that at this moment, the concept of money like air no longer exists. For them, money is also money. Rich people like them will also worry about money. Although the money they have is enough for them to spend their lives, people's desires are endless.

"...Hmm! I will squeeze out another amount of money as much as possible. The project cannot be postponed!"

When Resa hasn't heard enough. Chen Moran, who was holding the phone in his hand, said helplessly, and then raised his head.

"Oh, good morning!"

Seeing Ruisha standing by the door of the restaurant, Chen Moran casually said hello, and then went straight into the study. For several months, the silver in his pocket flowed out of his pocket like the river of the Huangpu River.

"Oh!"

Sitting in the study, he took out a photo album from the drawer and looked at the money in it. Chen Moran sighed. He had thought about starting a printing machine to print banknotes from other countries, but the reality was cruel.

The pattern of the pound is the simplest, but the cross texture of the paper on the banknote and the complex watermark of the full version are enough to make Chen silently deterred. Even a batch of pound banknotes purchased through foreign banks only have a special texture on the paper surface and no watermark.

There are subtle differences between German marks, French francs and export banknotes. The most fundamental difference is the watermark. European banknotes are different from American banknotes. US banknotes have no watermark, only artificial fibers, while banknotes in European countries use watermarks and can buy the same banknotes, but the problem of watermark cannot be solved. No country will export banknote paper with its own watermark.

Although it is possible to print small notes with that kind of watermark-free paper, it may be successfully circulated, but the risk in it is by no means what Chen Moran is willing to see.

"In the end, I'm still poor!"

The dilemma of getting flattering in the waist bag made Chen Moran's eyebrows squeezed into a ball, and then threw those dozen versions of banknotes directly into the drawer.

Chen Moran, who was a little annoyed, tried to calm himself down, but after smoking a cigarette, he became more irritable. When he leaned against the back of the chair, Chen Moran, who was a little restless, saw a color magazine lying in the unfinished drawer.

World Expo

Looking at this magazine, Chen Moran remembered that this was a magazine that he casually took out of the pile of old books in the safe when he was copying the Army Tactical Textbook a few days ago. Originally, he wanted to adjust it when he was tired, but somehow he threw it in the drawer.

Sitting up straight and taking out the magazine, he looked through the magazine. It is a habit of Chen Moran to borrow books to adjust his mood. Those classical Chinese books in this era are impossible to adjust their mood, which will only make him more depressed.

As soon as he opened the magazine, there was a title in the catalog that attracted his attention.

"Discover the Golden Lane Oilfield"

Golden Lane Oilfield?

Chen Moran was stunned at first, and then opened the page directly.

"The Golden Lane oil field in Tampico Bay, Mexico, is famous for having three 10,000 tons of wells in the world. Dospocas 1 well, with a daily output of 11,000 to 20,000 tons, Petrero? De? Lano 4 wells, with a production of 14,000-15,700 tons, while Cerro? The initial output of Assur No. 4 well is as high as 37,000 tons/day, which is the highest single well in the world..."

I only saw the introduction in the opening box of the article. Chen Moran only felt that his eyes lit up. What his eyes saw was not oil, but... money! I hurriedly continued to watch it.

"In 1900, Robinson, president of Mexico's Central Railways, invited Edward, an American and California oil entrepreneur,? Dohanni and his partner Canfield came to Mexico to find oil to solve the fuel problem for the railway locomotives here.

Dohanni and Canfield bought 180,000 acres of land in 1901 and founded the Mexican Petroleum Company to drill in the Tampico area on the east coast. ...In the next three years, he spent more than 3 million dollars in nearby areas and drilled a large number of wells, all of which were low-yield wells that could not be self-injected. A total of 125,000 barrels of oil were produced in three years, and it is heavy crude oil, which is not suitable for refining kerosene. At that time, kerosene was the leading product of oil refining, and the effect of paving roads with this heavy crude oil was good... The British who contracted construction projects in Mexico. Pearson... In 1906, he rented a large area of land around an asphalt lake in the isthmus of southern Mexico, and invited Captain Lucas, the discoverer of the "spindle top" high-yielding oil field in the United States, to Mexico to guide drilling and set up the Mexican Eagle Oil Company. At this time, Dohanni was already producing oil in Tampico, and he hurriedly Transfer to the north and obtain the right to use large areas of land near the oil seedlings in the Tampicco area.

In June 1908, the Mexican Eagle Oil Company in San Diego? There was a strong blowout in the No. 1 well of Dospocas in Rama, but the driller did not extinguish the boiler fire, which caused the oil well fire, which was out of control.

The political axe sent more than 200 soldiers to put out the fire, but there was no way to let the well spray crude oil every day, and let the fire burn brightly for more than two months before it was naturally extinguished.

This well is a disaster and good news. It is estimated that this well produces more than 10,000 tons of crude oil. This means that high-yielding oil fields in the United States can be found in Mexico. The "Golden Belt" of Mexico has appeared here.

... De Gaullil has set several wells for Mexican Eagle Oil Company. Among them, Petrello Delano No. 4 wells suddenly blowouted on the night of December 27, 1910. The oil and gas column spewed up to 35 floors, and 14,000 to 15 crude oil were spewed out one day and one night. 700 tons. It didn't make a big fire this time. After eight months of spraying in a row, 117 million barrels of crude oil (about 15.96 million tons) were sprayed before stopping.

In the same year, the Mexican oil companies of Dohanni and Canfield also made significant discoveries in Juan Casciano near Dospocas. The first well produced 15,000 barrels (about 2,000 tons), and the second well injected 70,000 barrels (about 10,000 tons) per day.

1913, Cerro? The Assur No. 4 blowout is even more powerful, producing more than 37,000 tons of crude oil, making it the world's highest oil production well in history..."

After reading the four-and-a-half-page article, Chen Moran was completely dull. His hands holding the magazine even began to tremble. He suddenly sat up straight, his lips were white, and he looked at the book in his hand with round eyes... What kind of oil field is this? It's simply a flowing black gold tide!

"A well of 15.96 million tons! God! Crazy, crazy... 117 million, how much is a barrel of oil!"

Mumbling the hundreds of millions of oil wells, Xiao Yuren suddenly Chen Moran was looking for something like crazy.

"There it is! There..."

After looking through the documents, they were thrown to the ground casually. After a few minutes of turning them, with a surprise scream, Chen Moran grabbed a piece of paper and giggled.

"$1.19! I'm so developed, now I'm so developed!"

This paper was quoted from the Asia Petroleum Company a few months ago after deciding to make a car. This is not a CIF price, but a Texas FOB price.

"Two hundred million taels of silver! It's 200 million taels!"

Holding the quotation in his hand, Chen Moran picked up the book again. On the last page of the article, it was a small table. The small table not only marked the names and output of 16 famous oil wells in the Golden Lane oilfield, but also marked the position of those oil fields with longitude and latitude. You only need to rely on this longitude and latitude. To drill the well directly.

This is not only 200 million taels, but billions of taels of silver in front of Chen Moran. After a while, he can recover from this surprise. After carefully copying the small form, Chen Moran locked the magazine back into the safe. The old books and old magazines in the safe have completely changed them. The position in his heart, what kind of book is it, is simply Alibaba's treasure.

"Mr. Xiao, the young master is waiting for you!"

Almost as soon as Xiao Yuru got out of the carriage, Chen's servant came to him and said.

Half an hour ago, Xiao Yuren, who was at school, was pulled over from the other side by a phone call and walked to the outside of the study on the first floor. He knocked hard on the open door and then walked in. Chen Moran, lying at the table, heard the knock on the door, and then he looked up. His face was full of joy, as if he had picked up money.

"Wei Yang, you're here, come on! Come on in!"

After scanning the documents and books scattered in the study, Xiao Yuren frowned. He didn't expect that the study would be like this. At the military academy, he kept telling those students about the relationship between neat personal housekeeping and discipline. Looking at the messy study, he always felt a little dazzling.

On the table in front of Chen Moran, there is a map drawn with thick brown and red lines, with some place names scattered on it. Xiao Yuren then looked at the map on the table curiously.

"Mexico?"

"Yes, it's Mexico. To be precise, it's the Gulf of Mexico.

Chen Moran smiled and answered his straightforward interrogation. This map was two hours ago, when he sent more than 30 followers to the whole concession to buy a large-scale map of Mexico, even a Spanish version.

"Why? Are you going to Mexico?"

"No. I'm looking for something."

"What?"

"Oil."

Xiao Yuren, who was a little puzzled, was silent for a moment.

"What?"

"Oil."

Xiao Yiren frowned again, and this time his confusion went a step further.

"Yes, if you need oil, there are enough in the kitchen."

Chen Moran, who was lying on the edge of the map and marking the position there, was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.

"Wei Yang, I'm not talking about that kind of oil, but the kind of oil used in cars."

Xiao Yiren was going to point out his mistake and told him that the transportation union in the foreign bank was willing to send a few barrels of gasoline or light oil, but Chen Moran had continued to talk.

"It's not because I need gasoline, but because I want to make money. You know, I don't have money now."

"Money?"

Chen Moran's explanation stunned Xiao Yu. In recent months, the company's spending money is indeed average. There is the simplest difference. Three months ago, Chen Moran never asked how to spend money, but now he can't wait to fight a few pieces to spend. He has no money!

As the manager of the company, Xiao Yanren knows how much money the company has spent in the past few months, and perhaps how much money he will spend, which is definitely an astronomical figure.

Chen Moran nodded and looked at the map on the table. The map was not detailed enough, but it was barely enough.

"Money, not raised! I hope I can buy these pieces of land. If we can find oil there, we will have countless money. With that money, we can do whatever we want!"

After sitting down, Xiao Yu's eyes stared at the map.

"Mexico?"

Xiao Jian, who witnessed the oil craze in the United States when he was in the United States, asked.

"Does Mexico really have oil?"

"Of course! You can find an oil field by drilling near the asphalt lake!"

Chen Moran directly said the "knowledge" he had just read in the magazine.

"Where in Mexico?"

"In the past, I have visited the Tampicco area and the "Golden Belt" area. There are many oil seedlings in both places. There must be large oil fields there!"

"You mean that as long as we dig oil there, we can make enough money?"

"This is exactly my purpose. I haven't done it."

"Oil will be the most important fuel in the world. Cars need it, ships need it, factories need it, oil "black gold" and "economic blood". No matter who it is, as long as you can find oil, you will get rich. Not just make a fortune - they will become the king of the world. In the future, the flow of oil will change the world's political and economic pattern. At least for a hundred years, no new fuel will replace oil, and the international competition for oil will not stop.

After a moment of pause, in the face of Xiao Xiaoren's surprise and puzzlement, Chen Moran's expression became serious, but there was still some ecstasy in the seriousness.

"But for us, oil is money! What we need is the wealth brought by oil! I marked about 150,000 hectares of land here, half of which belongs to a Mexican oil company run by an American. I want to buy the land here, and then..."

Looking at the map on the table, Xiao Yuren realized one of the most critical problems, so he interrupted Chen Moran's words.

"Wait! However, you should know that it is Mexico. I have some impression of that it is mostly populated areas of Indian indigenous people. It is easy for Americans to buy land there, but we are Chinese. However, do you have American nationality?

"Huh?"

After "discovering" this big oil field, Chen Moran, who was completely immersed in the black gold, did not realize one of the most critical issues, nationality discrimination other than skin color! If a Chinese discovers the big oil field, it will be swallowed by the big oil company. Not to mention the money, it is lucky to save his life.

"It's a little difficult!"

frowned, and the pencil tapped the map back and forth between Chen Moran's fingers.

"Are there any Americans in our company? I mean my own!"

After a little meditation, Xiao Yiren shook his head.

"Our company has 86 employees who have returned from studying in the United States, but none of them have been naturalized in the United States. The only way for Chinese to be naturalized in the United States is to be born in the United States. As for those American employees, are you worried?"

How can he rest assured that he will give such a large amount of wealth to those foreigners who eat bones and don't spit scum? Even if he gives it to outsiders, he can't rest assured.

"It's difficult!"

frowning and thinking, Chen Moran paused his head with a little hatred.

"We can't just watch that little silver run out, and everything is abandoned halfway. Without silver, everything will be delayed. Not to mention that there is not enough money in Pudong and the steel factory, even big things will be delayed."

Chen Moran shook his head with chagrin. Now he hated why he wanted to see that magazine. If he hadn't seen the golden mountain, he wouldn't have looked like this.

The silent study suddenly became hollow. One of them sat and the other stood, and they could only hear some breathing, while Chen Moran looked at the map on the table and thought hard about the solution. Slowly, his eyes flashed.

He drank all the tea on the table in one bite, and Chen Moran, who stood up straight, walked back and forth. Then he stood by the window and stared at the garden outside the window. At this time, Chen Moran just focused on the beautiful lawn outside, as if his attention was distracted even for a second, he might lose something forever.

Although he thought of a solution in his heart, for a moment, he couldn't make up his mind. This decision was too difficult. At this time, the wind outside the window made the shutters squeak, and the sound of the usual habit would sound so harsh.

"Oh, also... maybe there is another way!"

As if he had made a lot of determination, Chen Moran, who came back, licked his lips, leaving only a little helplessness in his eyes.

"I don't know if this method works!"

(to be continued)