162 Crude Oil Quotas (1/2)

Was it not important to make an ecological environment in a cave? The key was to see if there was enough space in it and whether the living environment was good enough.

If possible, Chen Fan was prepared to control the electric eel, to have it go in and look around to see if it could find a place and make it its camp.

After all, today's technology was so advanced but an electric eel could only hide in the water, unable to experience the pleasure of moving ashore. However, wouldn't it be possible for the electric eel to come ashore if the space was large enough?

Of course, that depended on how much space there was. If it was small, then there wouldn't be enough room for the electric eel.

Determined, Chen Fan was ready to let the electric eel widen its path to the unknown space.

As for the unidentified creatures inside?

No matter how strong an ant is, it can't beat a dinosaur!

It was more difficult to dig stone than to dig soil. He could not be rough and only could dig slowly with the spear because being rough would make the stones collapse. Fortunately, there were no twists and turns in the passage; otherwise, the 30-meter spear would not be able to be used inside.

After estimating the area to be excavated, Chen Fan thought it would take two days' work.

The cave was narrow after the electric eel went in, so it could only use the power of forward collision to gouge the rock. While using the spear to gouge the rock, Chen Fan sighed with emotion. If there were a terrorist inside, then it would be tunnel warfare.

Titanium spears were strong enough and the electric eel was strong enough, too. A single spear could break a ton of heavy rock without a problem.

Rumble...

Rumble...

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Chen Fan couldn't resist his sleepiness after working until late at night.

Early in the morning on the second day, Chen Fan stood in front of the mirror, carefully getting dressed. He was going to do a formal thing today, so he purposely put on his black jacket and most expensive shirt.

This jacket was completely black without much decoration, and the wool felt comfortable. It was said that it was the latest style from Milan's international fashion week and cost more than 70,000 dollars.

Dressed, Chen Fan walked down the stairs. Wang Bing, dressed in a black suit, stood like a javelin beside the car looking quite a bit like a bodyguard in, ”Sea Palaces.”

But...

When he saw Chen Fan coming out, he immediately tore off his disguise and showed his true face.

”Boss, you in these clothes is truly d*mn cool. I'll also go and buy a jacket to wear tomorrow.” Wang Bing smiled, reached out his hand and surreptitiously touched Chen Fan's clothes. ”So smooth, nice texture. . .”

”Well, it was seventy-two grand. Go and buy it!” Chen Fan ostentatiously shook his jacket with a flourish. ”It's in the Armani shop on Yuanbao Street.”

”Hey, it's a nice day today!” Wang Bing opened the back door flatly.

”Good sh*t, I'm freezing to death!” Chen Fan exhaled a white mist and ducked into the car. The 26,000-ton oil tanker from Saudi Arabia was due to arrive in Zhongyun tomorrow, and Chen Fan was going to help the owners find a buyer today.

The Zhongyun Refinery and Chemical Factory was affiliated with the southwest oil and gas field branch of China Petroleum & Natural Gas Co. LTD. This was an enterprise invested in by the Zhongyun government. The company had more than 2,100 employees and could produce five major categories, 70 varieties and 120 brands of petroleum products but unfortunately, had always been in a state of low production efficiency because there was not enough oil for processing.

The factory was introduced by Ma Rongtao and Chen Fan was ready to negotiate the selling of petroleum.

Strictly speaking, Chen Fan's behavior was already part of the smuggling of crude oil. Because he did not get the crude oil import quota and production schedule, his oil was not officially recognized.

But that wasn't a big deal. Yesterday, he called the company and said he had a huge amount of oil coming to the dock and asked if they wanted to buy.

When the officials there heard this, they knew it was crude oil smuggling without Chen Fan mentioning it. Isn't smuggled crude oil still pure crude oil? It was not stolen from China and who cares if it was legal? As long as the price was reasonable, why not?

”Boss, what will you say if they want to keep the price down?” Wang Bing turned to Chen Fan on his way to the petrochemical factory.

”The ship is now just near the Hainan. If they bargain, I'll sell to foreign countries. I can sell to Vietnam, the Philippines and a bit further, it can be sold to Japan or South Korea.” Chen Fan lounged in his seat. ”We have crude oil in our hands and a tanker. Why are we worried if there are buyers?”

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With his legs crossed, Wei Zhixiu's posture was not gentlemanly. He was so bored that he kept drinking his tea.

At just 39 years old, the director of the oil refining chemical factory in Zhongyun could enjoy a lot of benefits but instead he was sitting at home, like a little old man waiting for his wife who dressed up and went out in the middle of the night. Full of worries, stretching his legs and drinking a cup of tea, he wore an expression of bitterness and depression, and it looked awkward.

The crude oil index sent to them every year was not little but the actual quantity was, which made their factories hungry all the time. Even buying some oil residue or buying crude oil through an illegal path was never enough for the factory that consumed so much.

Yesterday, he received a call from someone who claimed to have a considerable amount of crude oil and asked him if he wanted it.

”I'll take as much as you have!”

Wei Zhixiu's tone at the time was domineering.

”My crude oil is a bit expensive. Ah, I am afraid you do not have enough money!”

The other side's tone was full of contempt!

Chen Fan did not tell him how much crude oil he had because it was privately owned. He was covering himself in case the deal failed.

”Oh my god, please give me a well that never dries up!” Wei Zhixiu put the teacup on the table and went downstairs.

There were still more than ten minutes left to make the appointment. He wanted to see what kind of person he was and why he could be so arrogant.

The Zhongyun Refining and Chemical factory had been in the same state of profit and loss for several years but when the crude oil supply was insufficient, it accumulated 300 million in funds.