Justin was thinking about it: people want the land nearby, from Corpus Cresti in the southeast, to Crystal in the northwest, to San Antonio in the north, and Peters in the east.

How big is that? Millions of acres of wood? We're going to be farm brokers for the rest of our lives!

The oil field is not the cover of the upper layer of the earth's crust as imagined by the smuggler, but the bottom of the big lake of oil. It's a small lake, and there are small lakes under the small lakes.

Where there is a farm on a shallow oil field, of course!

All deep and large oil fields, or large oil fields that are estimated to be developed in the 21st century, should also be used!

Therefore, the value of a farm cannot be judged by the fertility of the land on the farm.

However, looking at the 16,000 dollars he had earned and the 4,000 dollars he had just gotten, Jia Fat couldn't help but be in high spirits again, and went all out to the next target, the 16,000-acre farm, Duval's Anet Farm!

"Chen Guang, the money is a little short! I have to go to New York to exchange some gold sand. It's up to you here, and here's the rest of the gold coins, which are worth 1 to 10 against the dollar. "Buy, buy, the money is gone! There is no squirrel bank here, just go to New York to exchange it!

......

If you're looking for a squirrel bank, head to Third Avenue!

I don't know which of the brainy leaders of the Squirrel Bank came up with the idea, the local head office of the Squirrel Bank must be built on Third Avenue!

"Hey, who do you see, hey! Newman! Fat Newman! That Fat New Man from the Bordeaux Squirrel Bank! Back then, the 30-year-old Fat New Man is now 40 or 50 years old, right? No, I have to be old! Otherwise, I will become a monster!" The smuggler habitually went to the head office in New York and saw an acquaintance!

"By the way, you have to prepare a warehouse with gold sand! It's better to find a house closer and rent it temporarily. No, buy it, do you use it often?"

On the fourth day, of course, it was a long-awaited reunion, performed in the lobby of the Squirrel Bank on Third Avenue in New York City!

"I'm here to exchange for gold sand!

"What? It's only 78%? No, I'm in the Old World, Marseille knows it? I'm in Marseille and I'm 82.5%! Bordeaux knows it? I'm 92.5% in Bordeaux! It's only 78 percent, I'm looking for your leader! At least 92.5% of it has to be given to me!"

Sure enough, I heard the noisy new fat man come out.

"Monsieur Le Pen, is that you? God! I really saw you again! You have been twenty years since you went to Paris, haven't you? I only learned from my father's letter that you have returned to the New World! When I came back this time, I also said, maybe I would be lucky to meet Monsieur Le Pen! BaLa...... "The fat man of New Zealand meets his old acquaintance in a foreign land, or his benefactor, and he is excited, BaLaBaLa, BaLaBaLa!"

The LePon in front of him is still the outfit of twenty years ago: 1.8 meters tall, in his fifties, with a thin face, hooked nose, and sharp eyes!

He wears a black woolen top hat, a black leather waistcoat and a tweed jacket, but the trousers are indecipherable, as if they were herding cattle, and below is a pair of black shiny leather shoes, a well-made cane in his hand, and a gold pocket watch chain on the upper left side of the waistcoat.

It's just that the temples are gray!

After greeting each other, the hall manager immediately reported the reason for the quarrel to the boss.

"You don't know! The French Bourbon Ministry's master of the interior once personally used the gold dust provided by Monsieur Le Pon to mint the coins, and obtained a 92.5% gold ratio! This is still the value after taking the 5% seigniorage!

David, weigh this bag of gold sand and take out an accurate purity report!"The big boss is going to fake the public and private!"

"Monsieur Le Pen, come and sit down with me!" the fat man pulled the guest away, leaving a blanket of eyeballs: When did the fat governor be so polite to the people of the Old World?

"Alas, since the fall of the Bourbon dynasty, our French banking industry has been unlucky!

Louis XVI owes us a lot of money. He's dead, and the money can't be repaid! There's only a net asset left! The manor is better, and there will always be people who buy it, and even if they rent it out, they can get some rent back!

The most uncomfortable thing is to use the palace to resist the loan, this palace, not only can not be rented, but also have to pay maintenance fees!

The economy of the Old World is no longer working!

No, the bank intends to shift its focus to the New World. I'll just figure it out!

That's right! When I met you, it was really my gospel! Last time, when I was desperate, you came! I got through the difficulties!

This time, I'm desperate again! You're here again! Hehe! God sees me pitiful, and lets you help me again!"

"What's wrong with you again? This time, there's no more money being choked, right?"

"Alas! The checks written in the Old World have all been cashed in the New World! No, the cash reserves are in a hurry! I can only live by borrowing!"

The smuggler remembered the fifteen checks he had cashed out not long ago, and he felt a little weak! However, when he remembered the amount of gold sand in the treasury he had just bought, he was right-hearted again!

"By the way, how is your father? I haven't seen him in years!" remembered the news from the fat man and his father, and he finally accepted the favor. I'm afraid there are nearly seventy people!

"My dad is fine! He's still having fun in the bank! It's your friend's apple orchard, be careful! It's not just one or two people who have a crush on it!" It is estimated that the fat man's ventilation message is a family heirloom.

"Thank you! I'll tell him when I meet him!"

While he was talking, the appraiser named David knocked on the door and came in, and took out the test report with an incredulous face: "Mr. Newman, this is incredible! It's as high as 97.8% purity! I did it twice myself!"

"The mint of the Ministry of Internal Affairs still asks for this kind of gold sand as a minting salary! I said that I have never seen it! Okay! People are here to help us, how can we make other people's money?

Monsieur Le Pen, just like Bordeaux, minted coins and wrote cheques on the spot, what is the matter?" "The fat man has a bright brain, and he knows that when he holds Le Pen, he is holding the thick thigh of never worrying about cash! The bank earns interest on loans! It is not the difference in the price of gold sand!"

"Okay, get a few more carriages!"

Rao was mentally prepared, and the fat man and the bank staff were still taken aback!

2,400 kilograms of gold sand! It really took six horse-loaded wagons to pull it away at one time!

It's not that I'm scared by the quantity, but that these gold sands are piled up there in bags like this, and no one guards them at all!