The next day, in a quiet tea room of the State Guest Diaoyutai State Hotel, the aroma of tea wafted through the air, but the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Under the careful arrangement of Song Wanpeng, general manager of China National Offshore Oil Corporation.
Mo Zhexuan finally met Nelson, the representative of the American Arco Oil Company.
The eyes of both sides met in the air, as if foreshadowing a fierce verbal battle that was about to take place.
"Mr. Mo, I really don't understand why you insist on joining the Yacheng offshore gas field project.
I must remind you that once you get involved, it will be difficult to recover your costs for at least ten years, during which time you will need to continue to invest money.
The amount of this money is unimaginable.
You might even risk bankruptcy before you even start production.”
As soon as we met, Nelson started firing questions at me like a machine gun.
The female translator brought by Song Wanpeng was about to speak, but Mo Zhexuan quickly responded in fluent New York English:
"Mr. Nelson, please don't worry about whether I will go bankrupt.
I am determined to join the Yacheng offshore gas field project, on the one hand to contribute to the energy construction of my country.
On the other hand, I hope to build a deep-sea pipeline so that my hometown, Hong Kong, can use cheaper natural gas and benefit the people there."
“Then it’s probably difficult for you to realize your second dream, because the large gas field in the Yacheng Sea area only has a volume of about 10 billion cubic meters.
It is more than enough to satisfy the needs of a coastal province, but it is not enough to build a deep-sea channel to Xiangjiang."
Nelson hurriedly explained, hoping to make him back off.
"But why do I feel like it's definitely enough, and can even last for more than 10 or 20 years?"
Mo Zhexuan glanced at Song Wanpeng and the female comrade standing beside him, smiled, and everything was said without words.
"General Manager Song! I want to talk to Mr. Mo alone." Nelson was surprised.
Although his expression was calm, he had an inexplicable feeling that the Chinese man in front of him seemed to know the secret of the true reserves of the Yacheng sea area gas field project.
"Okay! Then you guys talk slowly." Song Wanpeng was very tactful and nodded with a smile.
But no one noticed that there was a hint of strangeness in his expression when he left with the lesbian.
As soon as he left the private room, Song Wanpeng couldn't wait to ask what the conversation between Nelson and Mo Zhexuan had just been.
The female comrade recalled for a moment and then told the conversation between the two of them in a disjointed manner.
"Mr. Song! That's all I remember."
"Xiao Liu! Thank you for your hard work. Next, I will give you a difficult task. Do you have the confidence to complete it?"
"I will definitely live up to your expectations."
"Okay, follow me!"
The two came to another private room, and a female comrade named Xiao Liu put on the eavesdropping equipment debugged by professionals.
He was transformed into a glorious intelligence officer.
At the same time, in the tea room box, Mo Zhexuan and Nelson both slowly ate desserts and drank tea.
No one spoke first, and there was silence for a while.
"Mr. Mo! The American Arco Petroleum Company will definitely not allow you to participate in the Yacheng offshore gas field project.
I advise you to give up when you realize the difficulty and use your 100 million yuan to invest in other industries."
Nelson was the first one who couldn't help it. Now he hoped to persuade the other party to withdraw quickly so that he could sign a contract with China National Offshore Oil Corporation.
"Mr. Nelson! You don't need to persuade me anymore. My determination to join the Yacheng Sea Area Gas Field Project will not change.
Now I have some news, are you interested in hearing it?"
Mo Zhexuan actually admires the American company Arco Petroleum.
After all, if a person does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. Now that he has met me, I will naturally not let the other party's conspiracy succeed.
"What news?"
"Come here!"
Nelson put his ear closer out of curiosity and heard terrible news.
His expression turned ugly in an instant, and a sharp light flashed in his blue eyes.
Song Wanpeng in another box was on the verge of collapse when he heard the most important part.
They actually started whispering to each other, and I could only curse: Damn it.
"How did you know that?"
"There's a saying in China: There's no such thing as an impenetrable wall. Your company's deception is truly brilliant, but it's a shame it happened to me."
"Tell me! How many shares do you want?" Nelson now wanted to stab the other person to death.
If eyes could kill, he would have killed Mo Zhexuan hundreds of times. Now he could only ask how big his appetite was.
Mo Zhexuan took a deep puff of his cigar, stretched out two fingers, gestured a bit, and then slowly said:
"100 million MiGold represents 20% of the shares!"
"That's absolutely impossible." Nelson stood up from his seat like a lion and refused sternly.
"Mr. Nelson! I came here today to tell you that China is the real leader of this project. You and I have no right to make decisions."
Mo Zhexuan responded loudly, then stood up and quickly left the box, remaining unmoved no matter how Nelson tried to persuade him to stay.
After a while, Song Wanpeng appeared outside the door. He said hello and left calmly.
Song Wanpeng looked constipated. He wanted to ask something but didn't know how to start.
"Mr. Nelson! How did the talks go? Do you agree to the participation of China Gas Company in the project?"
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