I'm sorry, I may have been confused when I woke up at 8 o'clock, and as a result, I made the second watch into the third watch~

There is a change at 9 o'clock, and the next thing should be domestic and Xinhai~

In the Atlantic, a chartered passenger liner is sailing along the coast of the United States.

I'm afraid no one could have imagined that this passenger ship, which could carry at least a thousand people, would have only seven passengers at this time.

On deck, a white man in a crisp suit is holding a glass full of champagne. "Sir, do you think that Chinese will sell us the oil fields for thirty million dollars and fifteen percent of the proceeds?" As he spoke, he clinked glasses with one of his companions, and then drank it all.

"Of course." Rockefeller, who was pouring himself a bottle of champagne, smiled. "I once met that Chinese, it was a smart man, and he knew very well that he couldn't keep that oil field at all, maybe even his own surname, so the only way was to find a collaborator, and we, Standard Oil, were his best choice." As he spoke, Rockefeller Jr. pointed in the direction of Mexico. "You see, isn't it the Chinese who took the initiative to contact us now?"

"Yes, but I still can't figure it out, a Chinese can actually drill a well with that kind of output, with a production of 37,000 tons, I'm afraid there will be no higher production oil fields in the world, right?" A man leaning against the guardrail to enjoy the scenery said.

"You're not the only one who can't figure out this kind of thing, but who would have thought that Tampico, who didn't think there would be a large oil field, would have such a high-yield oil well..."

"Now I just hope that poor Chinese has not been eaten by the evil wolves around us before we arrive, otherwise we will run away in vain this trip..."

As he spoke, the captain of the passenger liner suddenly ran over.

"Sir, a telegram just came from New York." As he spoke, he handed the telegram to Rockefeller Jr.

"Telegram?" Little Rockefeller frowned, and after placing the champagne on the table, he took the telegram and read it, only to shake his head after half ringing. "I didn't expect the oil well to reach the United States so quickly, and it seems that we need to speed it up."

As he spoke, little Rockefeller said to the captain. "Mr. Captain, can this ship still pick up speed?"

"Yes, but in that case, the ship will probably arrive in Tampico—" Apparently the captain was a little distressed about the ship.

"Don't worry." Rockefeller Jr. laughed. "As long as this business is negotiated, even if it leaks a little, you can buy ten of these ships..."

"In that case, then I'll go down—" said the captain and ran down.

After a few minutes, it was obvious to the other passengers on the boat that the boat was moving much faster than it had just been.

Looking at the scenery in the distance, little Rockefeller muttered. "God forbid, I hope that the Chinese will be okay before I arrive..."

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The number three, like five and eight, is Yan Guang's favorite number.

And Yan Guang drilled the No. 4 well of Sultan Seroa, which has a historical production of 37,000 tons, when drilling the third oil well. In order to commemorate the number three, Yan Guang named this well Huasheng No. 3 well.

At the moment when Huasheng No. 3 drilled out the oil, the entire oil well was like an erupting volcano, and the oil in the ground rushed directly into the air at a height of dozens of meters, which could be seen clearly from a few kilometers away.

Looking at the black rain falling from the sky, Yan Guang first sighed at the power of nature, and then asked the workers and bodyguards below not to leak this matter, fortunately, the location of Huasheng No. 3 well is relatively remote, so although the oil spewed out a height of dozens of meters, no one saw it.

Needless to say, those bodyguards brought from China don't know who to reveal to Mexico and those who don't understand English, but those workers recruited from Mexico City and Tampico City...

Yan Guang may be able to control his thirty bodyguards, but he can't control the hundreds of oil workers.

He didn't know how long it would take to let others know, maybe days, maybe just hours.

After letting De Goril and the workers below deal with the Huasheng No. 3 well, which was still erupting, Yan Guang took Wang Er and several other bodyguards to ride back to Tampico City, preparing to contact Standard Oil before the matter became known to the world.

After receiving Yan Guang's telegram, although Rockefeller and his Standard Oil are now deeply involved in antitrust, the production of Huasheng No. 3 is real, as long as this oil well is negotiated, it can be inexhaustible, so Rockefeller let his son Rockefeller Jr. rush to Mexico.

In order to prevent accidents, Rockefeller also specially financed a passenger ship, so that Rockefeller Jr. could arrive in Tampico in the shortest possible time.

However, just two days after Rockefeller Jr. set off on his journey, the Standard Oil Company of New York had already sent a telegram to Rockefeller Jr., who was still on board. There is only one content in the telegram, that is, the matter of Huasheng No. 3 well has reached the United States.

Although neither Yan Guang, Rockefeller Jr., nor Rockefeller in New York thought that they could hide this matter for many days, they were still disappointed when this matter spread.

It takes a week to get from New York to Tampico even by boat, and now it's only been two days and there are five days left.

Five days may not be a long time in the past, but now neither Rockefeller nor Rockefeller Jr. knows whether Yan Guang can hold on, and even Yan Guang himself is not very confident.

Yan Guang's only hope now is that no one knows that he has made contact with Standard Oil, so at least there is room for the whole thing to turn around, and the evil wolves around him who want to swallow Tampico will also have a restrain from each other, but if they know that Yan Guang's ultimate negotiation target is Standard Oil...

It is not impossible that someone organized a team of horse bandits on the same day, and then rushed into Tampico to rob and kill Yan Guang, and finally appeared in Mexico City with a transfer agreement...

"Boss, the thirty-seventh letter..."In the office building, which was already about the same as the bunker, Wang Er walked over with a letter and threw it on the table.

When the letter fell on the table, there was a "bell" sound, and Yan Guang unexpectedly saw a bullet after opening it, and it was the kind with gunpowder.

"It's only been a day..."Yan Guang smiled bitterly.

After two days of concealment, the matter of Huasheng No. 3 well was finally known yesterday, and now every newspaper in Mexico has reports about Huasheng No. 3 well and Tampico, and Yan Guang also received a full thirty-seven letters with bullets on this day, and more than a dozen waves of businessmen who want to buy oil wells and land from Yanguang here at a low price have also come.

After every businessman who came with mean conditions was rejected, he would also tell Yan Guang not to go too far as a Chinese.

Just looking at the broken glass window and the gun hole on the opposite wall, Yan Guang really didn't know who it was...

"Wang Er, let's find someone to change a piece of glass later."

"Got it."

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