Now we'll try anything, however hopeful it may be.
A little nervously, Yang Dawei dialed the very ordinary phone number on Wu You's business card.
Wu Youzheng and Hu Lei were studying the newly added layout together.
As time went on, the trees on the mountain had grown to a size far exceeding the initial design, requiring additional elements to be added to the original plan.
Just then, the phone rang.
Wu You took out his phone and saw that it was an unknown number, and it was a good consecutive number. He originally wanted to hang up immediately, but he chose to answer it anyway.
A somewhat hesitant voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, is this Mr. Wu?"
Wu You felt that his memory was not bad, but who was this person whose voice carried a hint of unease?
"I am Wu You, and who are you?"
Yang Dawei, sitting in his chair, loosened his tie.
"Mr. Wu, you may have a bad memory. I am Yang Dawei, the one you met once at the Sofia Hotel."
"Oh, Mr. Yang, I have a deep impression of the taste of those two yellow croaker dishes!"
Upon hearing the name Yang Dawei, Wu You immediately remembered him.
No wonder Wu You didn't recognize it at first.
At the time, Yang Dawei gave Wu You the impression of being confident, calm, polite, and unassuming.
He was the epitome of a successful person in Wu You's mind.
The person on the phone now sounded only anxious, bewildered, and deeply exhausted.
On the other end of the phone, Yang Dawei cheered up a little when he saw that Wu You still remembered him.
"It's like this, if I may ask, Mr. Wu, are you very familiar with the Saudi prince?"
Wu You was in a bit of a dilemma, as it seemed like someone had come to ask him for a favor.
He hated this kind of thing the most, and frankly speaking, he and the Saudi prince had only talked once, so they weren't very close, and could even be said to be from two different worlds.
"Mr. Yang, please speak frankly about what you need to say, but I am not very familiar with the Saudi prince."
Yang Dawei's heart skipped a beat, but then he felt somewhat relieved.
"Mr. Wu, to be honest, I, Yang Dawei, have really messed up this time. The reason I invited you to eat yellow croaker last time was originally because I wanted to..."
Yang Dawei recounted, almost as if he were pouring out his heart, how he seized the opportunity to get involved in the fuel business, how he acquired enough fuel from abroad, how his cargo ship was hijacked by pirates, and how he eventually found himself with nowhere to turn, only to be confronted by Da Wanghui who demanded exorbitant prices.
He then recounted the entire series of events to Wu You.
After saying that, Yang Dawei felt much better in his chest.
Wu You patiently listened to Yang Dawei's hardships, feeling as if it were the first half of a business movie, and that the protagonist would eventually turn his life around for some reason.
However, Yang Dawei left a good impression on him, and he would help if he could.
"Mr. Yang, your biggest crisis right now is being unable to deliver goods on time, right? I'll try to contact someone else for you, and I'll call you if I get any news."
"Alright, thank you, Mr. Wu. As long as you can help me, I, Yang Dawei, will definitely offer sufficient compensation..."
Looking at the disconnected phone number, Yang Dawei felt no hope.
For that kind of person, a one-meal acquaintance is enough; they're already grateful if they'll listen to your complaints.
After hanging up with Yang Dawei, Wu You called Zhou Peng to ask if he knew anyone in the fuel business who could help in an emergency.
Zhou Peng thought Wu You wanted to start a fuel business, so he kindly asked around for him.
The result was that someone he knew was doing the business, but the available fuel reserves were less than 10,000 tons, which was far from enough to meet Yang Dawei's needs.
Zhou Peng suggested that Wu You contact the Saudi prince, saying it might be effective.
Wu was in a bind, but since things had come to this point, he might as well leave a comment under Mohammed's tweet; at least he had tried his best.
I used my phone to access Twitter via a VPN and left a message asking if the Saudi prince would sell the fuel he had stored in an oil depot in a neighboring country.
Unexpectedly, just 10 minutes later, my phone received another call from an unknown number.
The person who called identified himself as Prince Mohammed's Asia public relations manager, to confirm whether the tweet was posted by Wu You himself. If so, the prince felt that the fuel was not a problem.
We can ship a batch of oil from oil depots in China, India, and Kazakhstan to him; up to 200,000 tons is not a problem.
Incidentally, the manager also asked Wu You if he could contact him if he had any rare gems or powerful bodyguards.
Wu You had thought that the other party might not even remember him, but he didn't expect them to send someone back so quickly.
It seems that the luminous pearl and Garurugi left a deep impression on the prince who loves novelty, and he still thinks about them fondly.
After hanging up the phone, Wu You realized for the first time how valuable his pride was.
To be honest, Wu You didn't initially expect to solve the problem; he was just helping out by making a couple of phone calls because of a good impression he had.
Of course, we will contact the person in charge as soon as we have good news.
Yang Dawei sat listlessly in his chair, absentmindedly picking at his fingernails.
The sudden ringing of the phone startled him.
Upon checking the phone, it was Wu You.
A glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart, which had been completely dead. In his mind, Wu You's last words were just a perfunctory response.
But now that I've called him back, the situation is different.
"Hello, Mr. Wu!"
"Hey, Mr. Yang, you think you can still scrape together the money to buy fuel? 40,000 tons, shipped directly from the Saudi prince's domestic oil depot, at the internationally accepted price, is that alright?"
"I...I..."
Yang Dawei found it hard to believe.
"Mr. Yang, don't you have enough money?" Wu You asked again when he saw Yang Dawei repeatedly asking for more.
"No, no problem, I can definitely come up with the money... Who should I contact?" He and Xu Maojun could still scrape together the money.
Wu You could sense Yang Dawei's excitement, so he didn't keep him in suspense.
"The contact person is Xiao Lucheng, the Asia Public Relations Manager for Prince Mohammed. I'll send you his contact information via text message."
...
Yang Dawei rushed to his hotel as quickly as possible and then contacted Xiao Lucheng.
When all the steps, including verifying the authenticity of the information, were completed, Yang Dawei couldn't help but shout "Yay!" in his office.
The 40,000 tons of fuel oil can be transferred directly from warehouses located in China, which is definitely timely.
The fuel returned after paying the ransom could be used for the next batch of goods. Although the money from these two transactions might have gone to the pirates, his overall strategy had come to fruition.
He dared not delay and immediately called Wu You back to express his gratitude.
When Wu You saw Yang Dawei's reply, he knew that Yang must have already confirmed it.
"Hey, Mr. Yang, is the fuel issue all right?"
"No problem, no problem. Mr. Wu, you saved my life. I will definitely come to your door to express my gratitude and bring my sincere thanks."
Well, another person has come to express their gratitude. However, Wu You did not refuse. Although it seemed that he had not put in much effort, he had at least done someone a favor and solved their major crisis. It was only natural to receive a token of appreciation.
As for how much sincerity Yang Dawei supposedly has, that's up to him to decide.
"By the way, Mr. Yang, what are your plans to do about the pirates?"
Yang Dawei seemed conflicted, but his tone was already relaxed.
"We can only take out a loan to pay the ransom first, and store the goods for later use."
Wu You said casually with a smile.
Why should we pay a ransom?
Yang Dawei on the other end of the phone was stunned by these words. If they didn't pay the ransom, were they going to abandon the goods and the crew?
"Mr. Wu is joking. The safety of the crew is still the most important thing, and the cargo ship must be recovered."
"Haha, just kidding, just kidding. By the way, Mr. Yang, the ship had an accident in the Gulf of Aden, right?"
"Where else could it be? There are detailed reports on the news websites."
After hanging up the phone, Wu You's mind started to wander.
It wasn't that he genuinely wanted to help Yang Dawei solve his problem completely; rather, he felt that the pirates seemed like good material.
It's even more suitable than finding "humanoid materials" in the Eastern Realm.
Moreover, those people seem to have a lot of weapons or similar items, so making a small fortune wouldn't be a problem.
There are still too few "humanoid monsters" on hand.
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