Chapter 43: Gaoyang's Reputation

  Gao Yang smiled slightly and got up to stand beside the huge floor-to-ceiling window facing the garden, smoking and gazing out at the beautiful Shanghai night scene.

  Gaoyang didn't say a word, so Andrews could only stand beside him quietly and accompany him to watch the night view, guessing what he wanted to do in his heart. Until Gaoyang extinguished the cigarette and turned to face Andrews, saying "Has Meifu Company made a lot of money recently?"

  Andrews' heart sank as he thought to himself that something was wrong. The crude oil sold by Mobil in the US mainland cost around $1.5 per barrel, while what they sold to Gaoyang was at $2 per barrel! Just talking about transportation costs alone didn't make sense, and a large profit had fallen into Mobil's pocket.

  Gao Yang looked at Andrews, who seemed to be smiling but not quite, and continued, "Specifically what everyone has in mind is unspoken, the price will be discussed later." Andrews was startled, are the good days going away? But soon he felt strange, if you don't talk about the price, then what did you come to find me for?

  Andrews was about to speak, but Gao Yang stopped him and continued, "This time I came to ask you, what is the maximum amount of goods your company can ship to me every month? I'm talking about the total quantity that arrives."

  Andrews hastily began calculating in his mind, "It takes 22 days for an oil tanker to travel from San Francisco to Shanghai, plus loading and unloading crude oil and maintenance, which is about two months per trip. The company's total tonnage of oil tankers that can cross the Pacific Ocean, including leased ones, is 12.7 million tons, so... "Mobil Corporation can provide you with over 46 million barrels of landed crude oil every month," Andrews replied.

  "Oh." Gao Yang rubbed his eyebrows and said "I see." Andrews looked at Gao Yang tensely, vaguely guessing what he was thinking.

  Gao Yang smiled faintly and said, "Then please have your company deliver 4.6 million barrels to me every month. As for the remaining demand, I think I'll go find the Dutch instead."

  Andrews was taken aback and hastily said, "Mr. Gao, I made a mistake just now, it's 50 million, no, no, no, it's 60 million barrels! Our Mobil company can produce more than 200 million barrels of crude oil every month! We can fully meet your needs!" Andrews was really anxious and spoke somewhat incoherently, how could such a good business be let to the Dutch? What would happen if the board of directors found out?

  "200 million barrels? Can you deliver?" Gaoyang looked at him with a smile. Andrews was taken aback, what to do? It can't be delivered! Gaoyang shook his head slightly and said "Starting next month, the monthly arrival of crude oil must be at least 46 million barrels, as for the price..." Gaoyang paused for a moment, Andrews began to sweat nervously on the side. Even if it's just one cent less, it's a huge loss of profit!

  "Make it $1.8 per barrel, you ask your board of directors, if they can accept it then let's hurry up, if not then forget about it and don't mention negotiation again." Gaoyang patted Andrews on the shoulder with a smile "I've disturbed you today, another day when I have time I'll invite you for tea." After saying that he turned around and left.

  Andrews was stunned, blankly seeing Gao Yang leave. The $1.8 billion company should be accepted, after all, the total amount has increased significantly, it's just that... he felt himself getting further and further away from the board of directors. Andrews sat on the sofa in a somewhat depressed state, taking out cigarette after cigarette to smoke.

  Leaving Andrews' residence, Gao Yang sat in the car and instructed "Go to Royal Dutch Shell."

  Jacobs Hendrikus van Toff is the representative of Royal Dutch Shell in Madrid. Born 62 years ago in Utrecht, a city in southern Netherlands, Van Toff went to sea as a sailor at the age of 19 and spent his youth wandering around the Dutch Spice Islands. When the Royal Dutch Petroleum Company was founded in 1890, Van Toff joined the company in the Spice Islands, and has been through storms for over 30 years until now.

  However, the old man was still full of energy and felt that he could work for Royal Dutch Shell for another 20 years! After dinner, Vanhoff ordered his butler not to disturb him and went to the study alone to research Gao Yang's materials. Yes, it was researching Gao Yang!

  Recently, Gao Yang has been making a name for himself. The large-scale highway construction in Jiangsu and Anhui provinces, the steel plant in Ma'anshan, and the munitions factory in Nanjing are just a few examples of his domestic achievements. However, it's his work on the world's longest bridge spanning the Yangtze River, the new high-speed rail link between Nanjing and Shanghai, the nylon stockings that have captivated women around the world, and the miraculous sulfonamide drugs that have saved countless patients from suffering, that have earned him international recognition.

  According to rumors, the Karolinska Institute in Sweden may award this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine to Gao Yang! This news has caused a sensation around the world. If it is true, it will be the first time that the Nobel Prize is awarded to an Asian, and even more surprisingly, to a Chinese person who is often referred to as the "Sick Man of East Asia"!

  Fan Tofu was completely uninterested in these messages, the only thing he wanted to know was why Gao Yang had to cross the Pacific Ocean to buy American oil, while ignoring the Royal Dutch Shell Oil Company right next door!

  Recently, the idiots at Shell UK incited the British government to send a Far Eastern fleet to put pressure on Kaohsiung, but were chased back by the Americans. As a result, Kaohsiung increased its monthly procurement from Mobil to 2.6 million barrels! That's an order of over $50 million every month!

  "These Welsh idiots!" Vantoff would curse every time he thought of the matter. Americans are not fools, business matters can only be handled with business means.

  Fan Tuo has visited Gao Feng at SC Trading three times, but each time ended in vain without even seeing Gao Yang's face. In order to get the order from Gao Yang, Fan Tuo's already sparse hair had been worried away a lot recently.

  "Knock, knock, knock." The sound of knocking on the door echoed. "Didn't you say not to disturb me?" Vantov's angry voice rang out. After a pause, the housekeeper's voice came from outside the door, "Sir, Mr. Gao from SC Trading has come to visit."

  The door was suddenly flung open with a "bang". "Who? Which Mr. Gao?" Vantov stared fiercely at the housekeeper's eyes, his voice low and even. His hands were shaking slightly due to over-excitement.

  "Mr. Gao Yang, the president and boss of SC Trading Company." The butler had just finished speaking when he was pushed aside by Fantou "They are in the living room."

  In the living room, Gao Yang was admiring the artworks placed around him, including paintings by Van Gogh and Paul Gauguin, sculptures by Lorenzo Bernini and David d'Angers, which made Gao Yang's heart beat faster. It's really worth a lot of money.

  Fan Tuo walked in quickly, his eyes fixed tightly on Gao Yang, the fiery gaze made Gao Yang slightly startled.

  After the pleasantries, they sat down and the butler brought in coffee before leaving. "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Gao," said Fantov, who spoke fluent Chinese, as he took out a cigar from his humidor, cut it, and handed it to Gao Yang.

  Gao Feng took out a Zippo from his pocket to light Gao Yang's, "Your company's lighter is as perfect as a work of art, I also bought one." Fantov also took out a Zippo to light his cigar.

  "Thank you for your support," Gao Yang said with a smile.

  "Mr. Gao has come this time, I don't know what noble business he has." Vantov's fluent Chinese made Gao Yang feel a bit close, no need to waste energy points.

  "Visiting Royal Dutch Shell should only be for buying oil, right?" Gao Yang said with a smile, biting his cigar.

  "Thank you, Mr. Gao, for your support to our company. Royal Dutch Shell is willing to provide you with the best service." Vantoff said with a sincere face.

  "What is the maximum amount of oil your company can provide for me every month? The total quantity to be delivered." Gaoyang said, leaning on the sofa.

  Vantov slightly lowered his head and began to calculate, Gao Yang puffed on his cigar and sat quietly waiting for his answer. "At least 2 million barrels per month, and the output will increase after increasing the extraction intensity." Vantov raised his head and looked at Gao Yang with a serious face.

  "Ah, what about the price?" Gao Yang asked with a smile.

  "Heh heh, and how's Mobil doing?" Vantsov said with a smile.

  Gao Yang smiled and said, "Two million barrels per month, $1.7 per barrel, your company can revise the contract when it has the ability to provide more oil."

  "Deal." Both parties stood up and shook hands.

  At the same time, in the modern space-time, in Gangnam-gu, Seoul, South Korea, Room 2, Building 521, Jamsil-dong. The company's largest shareholder, Lee Soo-man, and the company's president, Kim Young-min, are receiving a dignified guest in the conference room.

  "It's already been decided and there won't be any possibility of change. The government has agreed to the sale of National Pension Service's shares, what are you still insisting on?" the mysterious person said with a relaxed expression.

  Lee Soo-man clenched his fist with a poker face, but inside he was furious to the extreme. One sentence, just one sentence, and it would take away decades of his hard work! Kim Young-min looked at Lee Soo-man with a sympathetic expression, but he too had no solution, as the two parties were fundamentally not on the same level.

  At this time, the mysterious person's mobile phone rang. After answering the phone and humming a few times, he said to Li Xiufull: "TRUSTON and NEOWIZBUGS have already agreed to hand over their shares. What are you still hesitating about?" The tone of his words had become slightly impatient.

  Li Xiufull took a deep breath and stared at the mysterious person in front of him, asking "I want to know who wants to acquire ** company?"

  The mysterious man stood up, looked at Li Xiufull and said "I can understand your feelings, but this time it's something that both the government and the seven major conglomerates support. Whether you like it or not, the outcome has already been decided. However, for our company, it's also a good thing. At least the new boss is extremely rich." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left. When he reached the door, he turned his head back and said "Ah, if you really don't want to, then prepare to leave Korea."

  The mysterious person left, and the conference room fell into an eerie silence. Half a minute later, Kim Young-min looked at Lee Soo-man's pale face, intending to comfort him with a few words, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only let out a long sigh and get up to leave the conference room.

  Li Xiufull sat alone in the chair, his eyes dull and lifeless. Could decades of hard work just be gone like that? Although no one had mentioned money from start to finish, Li Xiufull knew that the buyer who could get the Korean government and the seven major conglomerates to come out together wouldn't care about this small amount of money. But it wasn't a matter of money!!! It was just that he couldn't do anything himself! In Korea, no one could withstand the pressure from both the government and the seven major conglomerates at the same time!

  At this time, Zheng Xiujing, who was bored at home watching TV, had no idea that because of her, the fate of many people would undergo an extraordinary change on this ordinary night!