Wei Laisong was indeed taken aback by the enormous numbers Xing Baohua had mentioned.
With so much oil, how many years can Qilu Petrochemical refine it? Their annual refining output is only a little over 10 million tons.
This is not something that can be digested in a short time, but the thought of Xing Baohua consulting with him means that he wants to ask what the higher-ups think.
Goodness, it was the right decision for the family to go through all that trouble to bring him to Luzhong!
He really stood out in front of Xing Baohua!
We need to think about this with our family first, to figure out how to maximize their benefits.
After calming down a bit, Wei Laisong said to Xing Baohua, "Brother, this is a big deal. Go back and wait for my news. I'll find out the details and give you a clear answer. I won't let you suffer any losses."
"Okay." Xing Baohua nodded and left Wei Laisong's office.
Although we also sell our oil abroad, he felt it was better to act as a middleman and sell it domestically.
While oil prices are still low worldwide, these hundreds of millions of barrels of oil might be profitable.
Further details need to be discussed gradually. Although this matter was raised in accordance with the law, Xing Baohua did not know how the price would be calculated.
If they really want to get involved in oil, they'll need to establish another energy company under the Huahong Group.
Xing Baohua finally had some peace and quiet after finishing her busy work. She hadn't been able to go home for a while, so she took advantage of the lull in her schedule to go home for a visit.
When I got home, I found the door was closed.
As I was taking out my keys, my neighbor across the hall opened the door. After a polite greeting, they said that Mr. and Mrs. Xing were at the small square.
The small square is two or three kilometers away from Xing Baohua's home, which is neither far nor close.
To prevent her father from going astray in practicing qigong, Xing Baohua had him practice Tai Chi and dancing with a group of elderly people.
If that still doesn't work, Xing Baohua is willing to spend some money to have the old man set up a charity organization for middle-aged and elderly people. That way, he'll be busy and won't have time to think about those other messy things.
Xing Baohua hasn't gone to check on things since he said it.
While I'm not busy, I'll go see what the old man is up to.
When we arrived at the small square, we saw that there were indeed quite a few people. There were people dancing and playing musical instruments in the square, and there were also some stalls around the square.
It's like a small market.
The only discordant element was the prominent advertisements on a row of storefronts along the edge of the small square.
Naming, calculating auspicious times
The Eight Trigrams, the Six Lines, and the Eight Characters of Birth.
Fortune telling, marriage prediction, and prediction of benefactors.
Face reading, palmistry, bone reading...
Goodness, not only are all these gurus flocking here, but they even have storefronts! Aren't they just street vendors with small stools?
Xing Baohua searched around but couldn't find his father. Finally, he saw his mother in a storefront and went over to her.
"Mom, what are you doing here? Where's Dad?" Xing Baohua asked as she stepped forward.
"Are they talking to someone inside?" Aunt Xing pointed to the entrance room.
Xing Baohua peered in and saw a figure dressed as an old Taoist priest talking to Xing's father.
I was quite puzzled. Why did the old man stop practicing qigong and start doing these crooked and evil things? Who led the old man astray again?
The old Taoist priest inside the house, seeing someone enter, didn't stand up but asked, "What brings you here, fellow Taoist?"
Xing Baohua ignored the other person. Xing's father turned around at this moment, saw that it was Xing Baohua, and asked, "Why are you here?"
The words were simple, but the old Taoist priest opposite him had a glint in his eyes and quickly stood up.
They have a pretty good eye.
Actually, everyone knows who the old man is, and all the shops on the street belong to him.
Initially, Xing Baohua asked the old man to rent a storefront to run a charity organization, but unexpectedly, he ended up buying up a whole street of storefronts.
Xing Baohua had no idea where the old man got the money.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" Xing Baohua asked the old man without even looking at him.
"Isn't this collecting rent?" Mr. Xing said.
"This shop is yours! Didn't I tell you to get some work done? Why are you renting out a place?" Xing Baohua was genuinely puzzled, as he hadn't paid attention to his father's affairs for quite some time.
I'm completely confused right now, and it's not good to ask too many questions since there's an outsider around.
"This is something I can't explain to you in a short time. I'll tell you when we get home for dinner tonight."
As they were talking, the old man stood up and said to the old Taoist priest, "Here's what we'll do: I'll give you another half month. If you still don't pay the rent, you'll have to pack your things and leave!"
After the old man finished speaking, he walked out.
As Xing Baohua followed, the old Taoist suddenly grabbed Xing Baohua's hand and said, "Director Xing, don't go yet, I can tell from your complexion..."
"I see you have no shame, huh!" Xing Baohua swung his hand away with great strength, easily shaking off the old Taoist's hand.
Hurry up and take two or three steps out.
The old Taoist priest was thrown off balance by Xing Baohua. Once he regained his footing, he chased after him out of the house and shouted, "Director Xing, your face is dark. You're either going to lose money or be in trouble. I'll perform a ritual for you tonight and wish you wealth and prosperity!"
That was said very loudly.
Xing Baohua's face darkened further upon hearing this, and she made a mental note of the shop. She'd tidy it up later.
Damn, she's so calculating. The implication in her words is that she wants to use his name to attract business.
In front of everyone, Xing Baohua couldn't afford to lose her temper, so she protected the old man and woman and told them to go home first.
After arriving home, Xing Baohua asked her father about the house.
“At first I wanted to rent a room, but they all seemed too small. There used to be an organizing committee in the small square, which was under the jurisdiction of the Wuligou Neighborhood Committee. When I went to talk to them, they recognized me and said, ‘Your son is so capable, why are you still renting?’ They suggested I talk to the housing management bureau and buy that row of houses so they could renovate them later.”
So, in a rather haphazard way, I went to the housing administration bureau and completed the transfer procedures. A row of twelve houses was mine.
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