Twenty-one is out of oil

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  "Master, it didn't work!"

  Chen Ping returned with a bitter face to report that after five days in San Francisco, the gold bars had been exchanged for $1.5 million. The famous Bank of America was indeed efficient and even provided a limited checkbook. However, before Mr. Li could even use his checkbook, bad news arrived: at this time, several shipyards in San Francisco could only produce small boats and did not have the large cargo ships that Li Yunfei wanted, which could carry thousands of tons of goods. Moreover, even if they had such a ship, $1.5 million would be far from enough.

  "Money is tight!" Li Mu sighed and looked at the checkbook, thinking in his mind how to turn 150,000 into 1 million, 10 million as soon as possible.

  "Why don't we buy a few small boats?" Chen Ping suggested, only to see Li Mo shake his head and say, "Forget it, let's save some funds."

  Li said, turning his head to look at Thomas who was staring blankly to the side, narrowing his eyes and teasing: "Dear Thomas, what method do you Jews have to turn 1.5 million into 10 million?"

  Thomas, who was already used to Li Mo's attitude, directly turned his head and ignored him. "You dare not to care about Young Master, just wait." Li Mo got angrier as he thought about it, and directly put his hands on his hips and scolded: "Damn you, aren't you always nagging me, saying that Jews are the last ones to do business? Why have you become mute now!"

  "Ten thousand turned into a million? God, I'm not Rockefeller!" In the end, Thomas almost knelt down to Li Mo, and could only cry with a sad face.

  "Wait, what did you say? Rockefeller? I think I've heard that name somewhere before?" Li Mu was confused and couldn't remember for a moment. Fortunately, Thomas helped him out: "Dear Li, don't you know? Rockefeller is one of the elite among our Jewish people, his oil trust controls the whole world."

  "Ah, I forgot about this god of wealth!" Li Mo slapped his forehead and suddenly stared at Thomas intensely.

  Thomas, who was stared at and had goosebumps all over his body, didn't dare to leave, so he could only avoid Li Mo's gradually greenish eyes, and pray in his heart that this guy wouldn't go crazy. Just when he really couldn't hold on anymore, he suddenly heard Li Mo ask: "Thomas, do you understand oil extraction?"

  "Oil exploitation? What's this guy going to do?" Thomas didn't understand why Li Mu had suddenly become interested in oil, but he quickly replied: "I know a thing or two, but dear Li, you're not thinking of entering the oil industry, are you? Although Rockefeller is one of our Jewish elite, I think he definitely wouldn't want someone stealing his cake!"

  "No, no." Li Mo shook his head, a slight upward curve at the corner of his mouth, and said: "I don't want to enter the oil industry yet, but if I were to sell a large oil field to Rockefeller now, do you think he would want it?"

  "Big oil field!" Thomas's eyes, which had witnessed Li Mogen's finger strength, lit up instantly, but soon he worriedly reminded: "Dear Li, do you really know where the big oil field is? Petroleum isn't gold, to accurately detect reserves, it takes at least three years."

  "I'm not quite sure about the reserves, but at least there should be...". Li Mo stretched out two fingers and hesitated for half a day before adding another finger, saying fiercely: "300 million tons!"

  "My God!" Thomas fainted directly!

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  Texas.

  "Damn the blasted weather, and damn that blasted Englishman!" Martin tightened his coat collar with a jerk, gazing out at the snowflakes dancing in the air, and inwardly cursing.

  Three months ago, that damned British pretty boy ran to Dallas and bought the desolate land on the east side of town that even Indians didn't want to visit. Almost everyone was laughing at him, while the tax officer had to confirm it again and again before he could believe someone really wanted to buy that piece of land. Although he tried to dissuade him three times, seeing his determination, the tax officer finally went through with the formalities for him.

  However, the tax officer was a good man. Originally, according to the area, he should have collected at least $50,000 for the land, but in the end, the tax officer only collected $20,000. According to him, it was his hope that this British young man would leave some money to buy a boat ticket.

  Just as everyone was ready to watch the joke, that little white face actually brought ten sets of drilling equipment and recruited a full three thousand workers in Dallas! God, three thousand people, you know the largest iron mine in Dallas has only two thousand people.

  Then Martin heard that the little white face said there was oil under this land, God, is this guy crazy? Oil should be near the Gulf of Mexico, where there are large tracts of oil wells, not here, only stones underneath.

  But the little white face of Britain not only didn't turn back, but instead, after recruiting a full team, immediately divided the ten wells evenly according to the size of the land, and then started them at the same time, far apart. Martin, as a recruited employee, had no choice but to start going crazy with this little white face.

  Luckily, this British white boy didn't discriminate against blacks like their American white relatives did. At least among the three thousand people, more than half were black, and the rest were 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 licked their faces and joined the United States? Their land was still acquired by Americans, their women followed richer American white men, and they almost lost everything!

  Forget it, don't think about these things anymore. Today is my turn to watch the drilling well, I'd better go early. At least with a salary of two US dollars per month, the kids won't starve!

  Martin walked into the snowy ground with one foot deep and one foot shallow, unaware that at this moment, Li Mo was also looking at the weather in a small house nearby, with a worried face.

  Of course, Li Mo is not worried that there is no oil underneath, but rather that the weather will delay the extraction speed. Now he has no way to turn back, one hundred thousand US dollars have all been turned into machinery and land, if they can't be extracted as soon as possible, even he doesn't know how long he can hold on.

  Suddenly, the door was blown open by a strong gust of wind and snowflakes poured into the room. Before Du Dazhuang could react to protect himself with his gun, Thomas rushed in with Chen Ping.

  "This damned weather, and those damned niggers, they're too lazy for anything!" Thomas exclaimed as he entered the house, brushing off the snowflakes from his body.

  After taking a few more photos of the remaining snow, he saw a cup of steaming hot coffee on Li Mo's desk and rushed over to down it in one gulp. Only then did he feel slightly better. But there was something that puzzled him - why did this Chinese kid who had just turned thirteen like drinking coffee? Weren't they supposed to only drink tea? And what's more, the coffee wasn't even sweetened!

  "I said Thomas, aren't you afraid I'll poison you?" Seeing the usually fastidious Thomas drinking his own saliva, Li Mo burst out laughing.

  "Poison?! Thomas was taken aback, then put down his cup, gritting his teeth: "Dear Li, I don't have time for jokes, you know? We're already in debt! In debt! Today's wages are paid with loans, if we still can't find oil, I'd rather be poisoned to death now!"

  Seeing Thomas so flustered, Li Mo's face still had a relaxed expression, but he was also very anxious in his heart. He feared that if he showed anxiety, it would affect everyone's mood, so he smiled and said calmly: "Believe me, Thomas, there really is oil here!"

  "Is it true? But now we've already drilled over several hundred meters! Li, do you know? I don't want to joke around, and I'm also afraid of hearing any bad news!" Thomas sat down dejectedly, staring at the drilling progress chart and map in front of him, somewhat at a loss.

  Chen Ping also quietly sat down on the sofa beside him, since three months ago, when Li Mo started the oil search plan and stopped all previous plans to buy ships and supplies, Chen Ping was still very optimistic, but now? He regretted it a bit, why didn't he advise Young Master at that time? Now it's already a situation where they can't get off the tiger's back, is there really any oil?

  Seeing the two of them sitting stupidly beside him, Li Mo's heart didn't feel good either, but he couldn't tell them that Young Master had crossed over from another world and in his past life had come with a military delegation to visit Dallas, touring this famous American oil field. Moreover, this wasn't a mountainous area or a swamp, on the endless vast plain, he who had accurately calculated the tour route wouldn't make mistakes.

  But can this be said?

  Thomas has done his best, after the plan started, he brought three million US dollars from those small oil merchants along the coast and bought ten sets of drilling equipment. He also brought hundreds of experienced oil workers. Whether it was buying land, recruiting workers, or supervising work and calculating progress now, this guy did everything he could do, what else can be asked of him?

  Chen Ping also did his best, apart from being in charge of logistics, he stayed by the drilling rig every day, personally supervising the workers, handling external contacts and so on. It was already a stretch for someone who graduated from the navy to do these things, what more could be expected of him?

  "Am I being too impatient?" For the first time, Li Mo's heart wavered.

  "Dear Li, tell me, is there really oil down here?" Thomas broke the silence, looking at Li Mo seriously and said: "Oh! Don't try to fool me with what your teacher told you. If your teacher really knew there was oil down here, why did he go to the Far East? Did he not know its value?"

  Li Mo saw Thomas so serious and at a loss for the first time, thinking that this guy was still the young man who was almost killed by Rudolf half a year ago, threatened by himself, carefully avoiding mistakes, afraid of being killed if he did something wrong. The pressure he bore was indeed a bit too much, otherwise, let him vent his emotions, or else he would go crazy!

  But some things can't be said! Li Mo could only smile and relieve the tense atmosphere, saying: "Thomas, remember what I told you? Believe me, you will be the greatest mining magnate in this world."

  "As for how I knew there was oil here, haha, have you heard of the magic of the East? Actually, I know magic! Haha......" Li Mo said with a smile, this ridiculous reason made even himself laugh.

  Thomas obviously didn't know what magic was, staring at Li Mo in a daze, just about to turn his head to ask Chen Ping, but just then the door was slammed open again. Du Dazhuang once again prepared to block himself in front of Young Master, but before he could even get halfway there, he heard Zhang Shun's shout from outside!

  It's oil! Young master, it really is oil!

  At that moment, everyone jumped up, even Thomas, who couldn't hear the words, was infected with this excitement and soon understood what had happened!

  "Is he really doing magic? What is magic?" Thomas blinked his eyes.