206 The Graff Sea (2/2)
”I'm going to this oil auction!” Only thinking for five seconds, Chen Fan slapped his knee and said in a tone as indestructible as an iron hammer.
Oil is an average priced good, and even if the price of a barrel of oil is a dollar higher, the buyer will still lose 50 percent. After all, three million barrels would be three million, and a buyer would be able to bid that, if he adds a few cents at random.
And, if he wins the bid...
Well, there's something called an agreement penalty...
The only problem now is, how to qualify for an auction?
It's not a great deal, but it's definitely a big deal. The bidding process may be just a formality, giving companies that are scrambling for oil a level playing field. Since everyone wants it, the higher price wins. So, he could get it without offending anyone!
Generally speaking, there would be a threshold for the auction, where only either a person with strong economic strength, or a company with a deep knowledge of the company, could participate. At present, he had more than 10 billion RMB in economic power and five large oil tankers totaling over 200,000 tons.
It's a bit of a hassle to know, but only with a certificate of deposit from a Swiss bank and a certificate of ownership of five tankers, could the mercenary businessmen not refuse him. Whether it turns out to be a success or not, this is a very worthy revenge to try.
After patiently researching for most of the day about the group, he closed the computer. He had one week to prepare, and if he could attend the bidding meeting, he had a high confidence of winning the bid.
Ho!
The word ”killjoy” was coined to describe the present situation. While Chen Fan shrank in bed, thinking of the manipulation process, and preparing to send the electric eel to Libya to look at the situation for subsequent program-related information, the white python was very tiresomely swimming ashore, dashing in front of the electric eel and shouting. Chen Fan moved his mind to the electric eel, and then, almost without thinking, rewarded it with a flick of the finger.
If it was before, and the electric eel flicked its forehead, the python would definitely have been in a rage. But now, it was distinctly different from the old days, and after a flick from the electric eel, it laid obediently next to the electric eel, staring at him with its big eyes.
”I have no time to fool around with you, I still have serious business to do!” Chen Fan muttered in his heart, as he controlled the electric eel to move toward the exit. But as the electric eel moved, so did the python.
We know that animals can't understand the human mind, and humans can't communicate with animals. So, in general, you can only use violence to express your own will.
The electric eel moved helplessly, with its claws scratching his abdomen, ready to release the current to drive it away, as the six-meter reptile unexpectedly tried understand the electric eel, roaring softly, and stopping from twisting its body.
”Oh, you know how to read expressions?” Chen Fan said to himself, as he controlled the electric eel to wave its paw to signal it to return.