Chapter 58: Abandoned Oil Field

  At the end of the month, Xiao Pang returned to Dongying with a red and radiant face. He made a loud phone call to Su Cheng, shouting: "Master, come and pick me up quickly, there are too many things, I can't carry them all!"

  Su Cheng drove his own Jeep from Dahua Enterprise to the station to pick up people.

  As soon as I entered the door, I saw a small fat man with a red glow on his face, leaning against a pile of large boxes, still holding a bottle of Coke and savoring it.

  Suzhou stopped the car and asked suspiciously: "Isn't it all Moutai behind you?"

  Someone told me the wholesale price, 7.2 yuan per bottle, I bought 10 boxes, 120 bottles, over 800 yuan. Xiaopang smiled complacently: "I plan to drink half and leave half, it will be vintage later."

  "You've got a pretty good investment vision." Su Cheng walked around the wine box in a circle.

  In 20 years, these aged Moutai will sell for over 10,000 yuan each. These 120 bottles are worth 12 million. In comparison, Xiaopang only spent the equivalent of an ordinary person's annual salary.

  "Turned around, Su Cheng asked again: 'Have you gotten the original juice?'"

  "I've finally found two 2-jin bottles." Xiaopang lifted the topmost box, revealing two small jars inside. "These are all 30-year-old original brews. The 60-year-old original brew can only be drunk here, not taken away."

  As he spoke, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  Back home, Xiao Pang immediately turned on the TV.

  Su Cheng put down a box of Moutai wine with one hand, and only after putting away all 12 boxes did he sit down to rest. He asked in puzzlement: "What's good on TV at this hour?"

  Xiao Pang sat on the ground, staring intently and said: "What's with this TV? Look at all the things in it... Sigh, give me a TV and I can spend my whole life without moving an inch."

  Su Cheng shook his head helplessly, turned around and went to the kitchen to cook a pot of instant noodles, put it on the table and said: "I'm saying, you've been suspended from work for more than two months, and there's no movement in business, aren't you anxious?"

  Xiao Pang "popped" open a bottle of Coke, laughing: "There's instant noodles to eat, Coke to drink, and a spring bed to sleep on. Isn't making a fortune in business for this kind of life? What's the rush?"

  In 1987, instant noodles were considered a semi-luxury item. A 100g packet cost 25 cents, and if you wanted to buy it last year, you would have needed two more grain coupons. At such an expensive price, the quantity was small, so for those who didn't have much money, eating two or three packets was like playing a game. Except for the wealthy, at that time Chinese people bought instant noodles just to try something new.

  Su Cheng stared blankly for a long time, finally gave up and waved his hand, saying: "Tomorrow you come with me to the oil field office, we're going to rent an abandoned oil field."

  Xiao Pang laughed and said: "I knew it, Master will think of everything as good, I'll just mix and wait for death."

  Su Cheng also laughed and took out a small box from the cabinet, throwing it at Xiao Pang: "Take a look."

  Xiao Pang obediently opened the small box and was stunned with a "wow".

  Inside, neatly stacked were 10 bundles of money, 100 sheets of 10 yuan each, totaling exactly 10,000 yuan. It was exchanged back by Su Cheng with 1500 US dollars.

  This sum of money is a huge amount by any standard. It's also Suzhou City's private savings and has nothing to do with the factory.

  An ordinary working-class family, a lifetime of thrift and frugality, would probably be able to save up this amount.

  "According to the investment ratio, I have 30% and you have 70%..." Su Cheng also "popped" open a can of Coke. This student-style dinner tonight is equivalent to a week's salary for a leading cadre.

  "No way. Master, I don't understand technology, and the oil field is all up to you. I've thought about it for a long time, if you put out a few thousand yuan, I'll take care of the rest... My old man said that masters are for life, with your age, maybe even after I'm dead."

  Su Cheng couldn't help but smile and said, "I can tell you, buying a useless oil field, once good luck strikes, it's like having a money printing machine..."

  "Master has 70% and I have 30%. Without Master, we can't even buy a printing press, right?" Little Fatty's face was firm like the male lead in a revolutionary TV series. Having made up his mind, he wouldn't listen to any dissenting opinions from Si Liu Kai either.

  Su Cheng thought for a moment, then went back into the house and took out 5,000 US dollars. "Since you insist," he said, "I'll increase my investment to 70%. These dollars haven't been exchanged yet, take them to Qingdao to exchange them, be careful. Also, tonight go visit Director Wei, mention my name, and bring those two bottles of original sauce."

  The next day.

  Su Cheng drove his Jeep, with Xiao Pang's eyes wide open, to the oilfield office.

  Also as deputy director, Wei Kong's status was much higher due to his management of the tertiary industry company. Not only did he have a spacious office, but also a full-time secretary. Seeing the two, he smiled brightly.

  Wei Kong still looked like a white-faced scholar, leading the two into the office, first congratulating Su Cheng before smiling and saying: "I was just guessing when you would come, I had my secretary sort out some abandoned oil well data, take a look, if there's anything that interests you, let me know directly."

  He spread out a map on his desk, marking the locations of abandoned oil wells, with dense red dots, numbering two or three hundred.

  Next to it was a notebook with more detailed information such as equipment and average output.

  Xiao Pang suddenly breathed rapidly and his eyes involuntarily looked towards Su Cheng.

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