"The truck driver you mentioned, where is he now?" Allen Zhang asked again.
"On the day of the incident, it seems he already resigned. He’s hiding in a small town in the countryside, definitely hates my guts by now." Maji said helplessly, "I was actually planning to give him a few thousand US dollars, but I didn’t expect him to be so timid. It’s my fault, but he also ate a meal I paid for, so we’re even."
A meal makes you even? Your values must be crooked all the way to your grandma’s house.
Allen Zhang nodded, then turned to Bailey and said, "Take these people first to the encampment on the peak of Qiliye Mountain for detention. Then go find that truck driver in the countryside and persuade him to testify in court."
"What if he refuses?" Melvin asked.
"Do I need to teach you? If he’s willing to testify, offer him a fee. If not, tell him Pike Company will accuse him of complicity in the arson, as a murder accomplice, facing criminal prosecution and a long time behind bars." Allen Zhang said.
"Ok, we’re on it now." Bailey and Melvin packed up the camera, took out the storage card and handed it to the General Sect Leader, then returned to the van with the Beggar Gang Disciples and took the few people into the vehicle.
Watching them leave, Allen Zhang also turned and got into the Jeep, asking Zorro to start the car.
"Damn, my lighter and cigarettes are still on that guy!" Zorro suddenly realized.
He had been so engrossed in the other person’s story earlier, thinking about how to stuff in a fist that he forgot his lighter and cigarettes after everything was done.
What a street spectacle.
"Just buy another one, what’s the big deal?" Allen Zhang said without a care.
Zorro didn’t say anything, still immersed in the legendary story, asking, "Boss, where are we going next?"
Allen Zhang checked the messages on his phone, from the oil company and a private message from Old Karl.
"To the Estate Ranch in Green Field Town."
"Ok." Zorro nodded and immediately drove towards Green Field Manor.
Allen Zhang, sitting in the passenger seat, took out his phone and began to reply to the messages one by one.
Watson Oil: Hello, Mr. Jin, after discussion by our board, based on the current international oil prices, our company is willing to buy the three oil fields at your Estate Ranch in Green Field Town, Los Angeles, California, for 79 million US dollars, 125 million US dollars, and 300 million US dollars respectively. If you have any concerns, we can discuss further.
Allen Zhang glanced at their quote, then at the daily intelligence report.
Immediately, he laughed.
Your bottom line is clearly 85 million, 130 million, 325 million.
Still haggling here, trying for kickbacks? With me, you won’t get a thing!
The General Sect Leader has already seen through you.
If your company doesn’t buy, there are plenty of others willing to.
However, given that they were a legitimate oil company and did not attempt to resort to any extreme measures of coercion to buy, the General Sect Leader still gave enough respect.
After all, a rare green player in the American server.
Allen Zhang: I will consider it. You can send someone to my Green Field Manor Ranch to personally inspect the oil output before we discuss further.
Watson Oil: Mr. Jin, our offer is definitely very sincere! We hope you will seriously consider it.
Allen Zhang: The price is indeed tempting, but with the international oil market prices currently fluctuating between 75-82 US dollars, and even the possibility of breaking through 95 US dollars per barrel in the next few years, I hope you can take this transaction cooperation seriously.
Watson Oil: We can’t change the international market oil prices, exploiting oil resources requires decades, and no one can predict the future price trends. After all, the launch of new energy vehicles and batteries has already indirectly affected the market, and there might be a future with oil prices falling below cost. We cannot purchase oil fields based on the current highest standards, and we hope you can understand our predicament.
Allen Zhang: No worries, I can understand, and I hope you can understand my choice to deal with other oil companies for the sale of the fields.
Hearing this, Watson Oil felt that other oil companies must have already sent people over.
Panic set in instantly, they hurriedly said: We will go to your Manor Ranch now! Please be sure to wait for our people to arrive before negotiating the price. Only a maximum of fifteen minutes!
He then exited the chat box.
On the other side, the manager of Watson Oil’s California branch looked at the message, turned to his female assistant with a wry smile, "The client doesn’t seem very satisfied with our price."
"It’s ok, whatever amount the other companies bid, we just bid a bit more. The board’s bottom line is that there is no bottom line, as long as we can develop the fields, the company is sure to profit, the shareholders only care about profit, they don’t care about the rest."
"What we need to consider are just Merlin Oil and Vema Oil companies, these two have branches in California, leaders who carry some weight. The other small fish don’t have the funds or capital to swallow these three oil fields, the owner definitely wouldn’t be happy with a staged payment."
The female assistant, also the deputy manager, holding the analysis report, confidently said, "According to our intelligence, the client seems to have a liking for young and beautiful white girls, I think perhaps we can start from there!"