Chapter 1206 It’s Great to Be Young

Xiao Wen is indeed one of Zheng Yang's many local snakes, and he actually knows that Sister Hong is on Lao Yu's strings.

Then, it is normal for him to help. It can not only please Sister Hong, but also pave the way for friendship, so why not?

Sister Hong is a bit dumbfounded. The real noble people are right in front of you, these ignorant guys.

After chatting for a while, Xiaowen said that Ergou did something wrong in this matter at the beginning. He hoped to invite Sister Hong and Boss Feng to have a drink together in the evening.

Sister Hong simply refused, saying that we came here just to hide from peace, and Ergou's behavior was pretty good, so how could we blame him?

Xiao Wen invited her again and again, but Sister Hong just refused and took out three jade gourds carved from mutton-fat white jade, giving one to each person.

How dare you want these three people? Finally, it was Feng Jun who spoke up, "Lao Kong, you usually take care of this house. With this little care, your hard work will be paid for."

The two sides were being humble to each other. Feng Jun's cell phone rang. He picked it up and said hello, "Old man, what are your instructions?"

When they heard the word "old man", Xiaowen and the other three exchanged glances, thinking that it couldn't be that one, right?

The caller was none other than Mr. Yu. He smiled heartily and said, "What can I say? I want to confirm with you for the last time. Don't you care who the crude oil is sold to?"

"Of course I don't care," Feng Jun stood up and walked into the next room while answering the phone, "As long as it's not sold to Xiao Nihong."

Mr. Yu asked in a relaxed tone, "What if it is a private enterprise, can you accept it?"

"Mr. Yu, this is your business, I am only responsible for you," Feng Jun said clearly, and then he rolled his eyes, "Just for this matter, you called me specifically?"

Mr. Yu smiled heartily, "Ha, I really can't hide it from you. I just want to ask you, there are other free oil storage tanks. Are you interested in filling them with crude oil?"

Feng Jun was stunned for a moment before he replied in a deep voice, "I don't quite understand what you mean... Can you promise to keep it confidential?"

Mr. Yu answered easily, "I guess not, so I want to know what you think."

"Do you still need to ask me?" Feng Jun snorted, "By the way, you haven't paid the cost of crude oil this time. Before you pay the cost, I will no longer sell crude oil."

"Money is not a problem," Mr. Yu replied lightly. "Currency itself is meaningless... After paying the fee, can you fill the tanker with crude oil?"

Feng Jun pondered for a moment and replied, "My time is actually very precious. Master, if you have anything to say, could you please explain it more clearly... Wasn't the oil tanker rejected before?"

"This... you can understand that the crude oil you gave is too good," Mr. Yu replied thoughtfully, "Some people want to get more. I ask you this because I want to know how much you trust me, old man."

"Tsk," Feng Jun smacked his teeth. These people who are the best at calculating in the earth world began to calculate against each other again, but he was not interested in getting involved at all. "I didn't even talk to you about the price of crude oil. You said Woolen cloth?"

480,000 cubic meters of high-quality light crude oil was delivered without even negotiating the price. He was truly wealthy and willful.

"Well, then I know how to deal with it," the old man smiled with satisfaction, "You can rest assured that I am with you for a day, but unfortunately... the oil storage base in Jin Province is still a bit inconvenient to transport. .”

The base is already quite close to the railway, but even railway transportation cannot match the convenience and low cost of water transportation.

This is what Mr. Yu lamented. He was quite satisfied with the quality, quantity, and timeliness of the crude oil provided by Feng Jun. He only regretted that the base was a bit small, and he had to transport crude oil to other places to clear the capacity. .

"Then it's up to you," Feng Jun replied lightly, "I don't have a lot of time to do the oil business. When it's inconvenient for me, the supply won't be so timely. You have to understand this. "

"At an inconvenient time?" Mr. Yu couldn't help shouting, "How can you have such an attitude about such an important matter? That's crude oil, crude oil directly linked to the U.S. dollar... It's not just energy!"

The old man who co-authored also aimed at the hegemony of the US dollar. Feng Jun could understand his mood, "I can only say that I will do my best. The way I obtain resources is not as easy as you think... Just like the supply of graphene, it cannot be Always guaranteed.”

You cannot think that if the conditions are ripe, I should cooperate fully, but if your conditions are not ripe, I can only wait stupidly.

Why don't you ask, are the conditions here ripe for me? Since it is a transaction, we must tolerate each other. It is not that your difficulties are difficulties and my difficulties can only be overcome by myself.

Mr. Yu could also hear his dissatisfaction, but he still said, "Actually, you are hiding a lot of things. You can know how many oil storage bases we have, but I don't know how much crude oil you can take out at one time."

"Actually, it's not important," Feng Jun chuckled. "For me, crude oil is just a matter of transportation. Even if there are not many strategic reserves in the country, you can think that the reserves are full. Use this Just build the confidence to do something.”

"How is this possible?" the old man retorted directly. "How much oil arrives at the port every day and how much oil is consumed cannot be hidden from others. We can say that the crude oil reserve is full, but others have to believe it. .”

Feng Jun chuckled, "Haha, old man, is it useful to tell me this? I'm just a commoner, and I've never learned a course like strategic deception."

"Strategic deception..." Mr. Yu pondered for a moment before speaking. "This kind of brain-burning matter is not something that an old man like me should consider. I just want to finalize one thing. How much crude oil can you provide at most in the short term?"

"It depends on how much money you can print," Feng Jun replied proudly. "For you, money is not a problem. For me, crude oil is not a problem."

Mr. Yu was choked to death. What a crazy boy. But this answer really satisfied him. "Well, I will urge them to transport crude oil as soon as possible... Is there any news about graphene recently?"

"It's a bit interesting," Feng Jun replied lazily. In fact, two hundred and twenty tons of graphene were in his storage bag, but he didn't plan to take it out right away. People don't know how to cherish things that are too easy to get.

"Then hurry up." Mr. Yu didn't ask much, but changed the subject, "Is there something wrong with your house in the city? Do you need me to arrange some helpers for you?"

"No need," Feng Jun simply refused, "When you move out, I will go back to live there."

Because of Mr. Yu's call, the next day, the department manager of the securities company was scolded by his superiors again, saying that the people you hired were also a bit jealous. When the social impact is not good, just deal with it if you can.

So that night, the woman who was acting recklessly came to the villa to apologize in person, but Feng Jun didn't let her in at all.

The next day, Feng Jun felt a little bored and was thinking about whether to go abroad to relax. At noon that day, Michael Ray came to visit with his wife.

On the other side of the lake, the lake filling project has begun, but it is obvious that this project cannot be completed in the short term, so the couple went out for a trip a few days ago and had a good time along the Great Western Line.

They came back last night. They heard that Feng Jun had moved into the villa, so they came to visit. At the same time, Mrs. Lei wanted to ask Feng Jun if he was willing to rent out the villa for a period of time.

Of course Feng Jun refused. He dared to lend hundreds of thousands of tons of crude oil on credit. How could he care about such a small amount of money?

Then Mrs. Lei retreated to the next best thing, and rented two houses to us. Wouldn't it be too deserted for you two to live here?

Feng Jun refused again, and Mrs. Lei was a little unhappy when she left.

Because of the appearance of this couple, Feng Jun decided not to travel, so as not to worry about anything going wrong here when he came back.

But since he couldn't practice while living here, and he couldn't be released from the small courtyard, Feng Jun relaxed like never before.

During the day, Sister Hong would go out to do errands or go back to the manor to practice, leaving him alone in the villa, which was really a bit boring.

It was a cloudy day. In the afternoon, it started to rain lightly. It stopped in the evening, and the sky was still overcast.

Feng Jun liked the weather and even moved a deck chair and sat in the yard to soak up the rain. Because the greening of the villa was quite good, outsiders wouldn't notice such a weirdo here if they didn't pay attention.

Unknowingly, there was a burst of laughter in the distance, and it sounded like six or seven young people were walking over.

When they arrived at the door of the villa, the group stopped, and they could vaguely hear them talking about "Prado" or something.

Feng Jun glanced sideways and found that a group of young people were talking about what happened a while ago. Some people were holding selfie sticks and talking to the camera, as if they were playing a live broadcast.

Feng Jun felt a little helpless. He definitely didn't want others to live broadcast in front of his house, but what happened a while ago also had some influence on the Internet. If he went out to chase people again, it would not only go against his low-key plan, but also easily become a hot topic.

Anyway, those who play traffic nowadays are basically offline.

But these young people are okay. UU Reading www.uukaｎshu.net Someone stood at the door and told what happened that day. At the same time, he did not forget to stamp the hardened ground under his feet. "It is said that the cement floor in front of the door has the land use rights of this handsome man." The rich guy’s…”

"A place like this, where every inch of land is at a premium, is actually hardened and used as public land. Poverty has not killed my imagination... Because of poverty, my imagination has not been born at all. There is no need to kill it!"

It was actually quite interesting for the young people to complain, and not long after, several spectators gathered around.

Several young people have already started discussing whether to stage a restoration drama here to recreate the scene of that day. However, if they want to do this, it seems that it would be better to discuss it with the owner of the house...

Someone else said that it might not be too difficult to borrow a Prado, but... who can push it?

Someone else said that we can use cardboard to draw a Prado and treat it as a prop.

Even Feng Jun couldn't help but smile when he heard these discussions. It's great to be young...

(The third update is here, loudly call for monthly tickets)