The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment, and no one spoke any more, because everyone knew that speaking would mean being at a disadvantage.
"Manager Nelson! How about I make a suggestion?" Song Wanpeng, General Manager of China National Offshore Oil Corporation, was the first to break the silence, giving both of them a way out, and then said:
"Mr. Mo Zhexuan, Chairman of China Gas Company, is currently visiting the Ambassador Diaoyutai State Guesthouse. Could you two have a conversation?"
"Okay!" Nelson looked calm, but he was actually very scared inside.
If the cooperation really breaks down, then he will have to pack up and leave. Now he has no choice but to agree and see how the situation develops.
At the same time, be prepared to report to the company headquarters as soon as possible if it really doesn't work.
Then we can only make concessions. After all, we have earned enough, so it is not a bad idea to give up some profits.
Finally, we agreed on a time to meet Mo Zhexuan tomorrow morning.
Nelson and the white woman got into a Cadillac and left, ready to go to the U.S. Embassy.
As soon as Wang Yilin returned to his office, he was furious and smashed the teacup to pieces on the spot.
He hurriedly called his secretary and asked him to notify General Manager Song Wanpeng to come and discuss the matter.
As soon as Song Wanpeng arrived, Wang Yilin said angrily:
"Old Song, have you noticed that since the negotiations began, Nelson has been trying to take a larger stake.
Even though I've put so much pressure on him today, he still won't budge. What does this really mean?"
Song Wanpeng frowned and thought for a moment before answering:
“This is indeed unusual.
Perhaps it’s because our gas fields are so promising, and they foresee the huge profits they can make from them in the future.”
Wang Yilin nodded and added:
"I have the same suspicion. We have always believed that American interests come first, but now it seems that...
We may be overlooking the essence of the problem. Could it be that the survey data they gave us is false?
Could it be that the reserves of the large gas field are more than 10 billion cubic meters?"
Song Wanpeng agreed solemnly:
"If the reserves were really only tens of billion cubic meters, they wouldn't be so insistent on just such a small stake. We must take action to verify this."
Wang Yilin made a decisive decision:
"Okay, I'll immediately have Chief Engineer Li follow the Americans and re-survey the area to get to the bottom of it.
If the reserves are much greater than 10 billion cubic meters, we will have more bargaining chips to negotiate with them."
The two looked at each other and nodded, deciding to take immediate action to solve the mystery.
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