Chapter 251 Billionaire
Upon hearing this, the Beggar Gang disciples started the platform vehicle again and drilled down violently.
As expected, things started to happen again soon, and at 400 meters, the content of gravel decreased, and groundwater and a large amount of mud gushed out again.
Old Carl couldn't help but dissuade them, "We've drilled into the underground riverbed. If we continue, we might contaminate the oil. Even if there is crude oil, the price will be greatly reduced."
Zhang Ailun remained calm and said, "Continue."
The Beggars' Sect disciples also continued their work, watching the drill bit drill 460 meters, 470 meters, and 480 meters underground. Soon the amount of water and mud decreased.
The wet soil began to be rich in black substances. When it was about 510 meters underground, a large amount of black mud was also gushing out of the pipeline, mixed with pitch-black crude oil. Immediately afterwards, as if a key point had been opened, crude oil could not wait to pour out of the pipeline, gushing out in large quantities like a flood!
"Boss! It's crude oil!" Upon seeing this scene, the Beggar Gang disciples couldn't help but cheer.
The knowledgeable Beggar Gang disciple analyzed the amount of oil and reported: "The underground oil reserves in this area are not much less than those in the other oil field. There are at least 200 million barrels of crude oil resources. That is a value of million US dollars!!"
Old Carl felt numb when he saw this scene.
No, you really have oil here?
Why? Is this reasonable? Two oil fields on 400 hectares of land?
Moreover, each drilling was accurate, at about 160 meters and 512 meters underground respectively.
You kid, it’s definitely on!!
Zhang Ailun raised the corner of his mouth, suppressed his inner excitement, and ordered: "Let the platform machine rest and cool down, fill it with oil, and continue drilling in another place in half an hour."
He turned around, walked to the side, sat on a chair, opened a bottle of Red Bull and started to maintain his health.
The inexperienced younger brothers were still working diligently to dig and fill the holes, while the more perceptive younger brothers had already come over to help the chief leader by fanning the spirit, massaging his shoulders and back.
Old Carl couldn't help but admire the leader's luck and vision. "These two oil fields are enough to make you a billionaire, and you will live a worry-free life for the rest of your life. But there will probably be a lot of troubles in the future."
"It's just two million barrels of oil reserves, so they won't force you to buy or sell. Kansas and Texas are full of private oil field owners, and they haven't encountered any accidents." Zhang Ailun comforted.
Old Carl was a little confused and worried.
Because he is considering whether to cash in on the oil field contract to make a quick buck, or keep it and develop it slowly. This may be the kind of happy trouble!
Who says self-made billionaires don’t suffer?
"If someone offers a reasonable price, you can consider contracting and selling a well. Anyway, the cash flow from oil extraction is very slow, only a few million dollars a year. If the oil company can pay off the bill in one lump sum at a reasonable market price, it is not impossible to sell it to them." Zhang Ailun pondered.
"I think what you said makes sense." Old Carl said in agreement.
The younger brother next to him was also numb.
Listen, what are you talking about! Just a few million! Knife strangled.
This may be the confidence of the oil field owners.
Zhang Ailun also took out his mobile phone to take some photos of the scene and sent them to his relatives and friends, telling them the good news that he had discovered oil and that becoming a billionaire was a foregone conclusion.
The friends were all stunned and sent messages of congratulations.
Zhang Ailun also did not show favoritism: Everyone gets a share! You are all my family!
This statement brought tears to the eyes of the friends. If the position of the chief leader was not already there, they would have almost wanted to worship him as their godfather.
The site was repaired for about half an hour, and Zhang Ailun asked the Beggar Gang disciples to continue driving the platform vehicle and move to another area.
Based on the geographical location suggested by the intelligence, the mining area was marked on site and drilling operations began about 850 meters underground.
The Beggar Gang disciples, who already had enough experience, began to work. The drill penetrated into the ground, soil splashed, and soon they reached dozens of meters underground.
Old Carl had been numbed by the chief's decisiveness and waited for the result of oil production. Although groundwater and mud were sprayed during the period, the people present basically remained calm and their faces were not red.
300 meters underground, we encountered underground gravel. 400 meters underground, we encountered an underground riverbed.
The drill bit worked non-stop until it reached 800 meters underground. It was already past two in the afternoon. Zhang Ailun was holding a takeaway lunch, eating fried chicken and beer, and watching the drilling machine continue to work with great interest. Soon, the Beggar Gang disciple in charge of guarding noticed the changes in the pipeline, and brown-black liquid gushed out of it.
He quickly shouted, "Crude oil is gushing out!"
Zhang Ailun put down the fried chicken in his hand and hurried over, only to see a steady stream of crude oil gushing out.
The Beggars' Sect disciples also analyzed the approximate amount contained in the extracted crude oil.
"This oil field has at least 500 million barrels of crude oil. Its market value is at least $ million. Together with the previous two oil fields, the total value of the three oil fields is about $5 million!"
Old Carl was shocked when he heard this, "So many?"
Zhang Allen also took a deep breath. Calm down, it's only $500 million. Oil tycoons can easily make billions of dollars every year, and three oil fields stacked together can't catch up with the real oil tycoons.
However, if there really is so much value, most people probably wouldn't be able to grasp it.
Zhang Ailun immediately asked the Beggar Gang disciples to reinforce the oil well pipeline and strengthen the railings around it. The installation of the kowtow machine would take at least one day, so there was no need to rush. With oil resources in hand, there was no need to worry about not making money. All he had to do was wait for people from the refinery or oil company to contact him.
Zhang Ailun also directly took out 20,000 US dollars to reward each Beggar Gang disciple present with dividends and rewards, and assigned more people to guard and maintain the ranch.
During this period, I also received news from Old George.
Old George: The private auction will be held at about 3: pm. Your golden mask will also be on display at that time. The participants are all celebrities from all walks of life, including movie stars, channel resource merchants, and company directors. Do you want to come and take a look? Maybe there will be something you like there. You should not be short of money to buy it, and it can also expand your network.
Zhang Ailun: How do you know that my Green Field Ranch has produced oil?
Old George: ???
No, did I ask you?
Old George was shocked: "What's going on? You found oil?"
Zhang Ailun: Yes, I am currently still worried about how to deal with the oil from my three oil fields.
Old George: Don’t tell me you are already a billionaire! How much oil assets do you have?
Zhang Ailun: Not much, just a few million barrels.
Old George: ...
Damn, what a beast!
I work hard from dawn to dusk to run the pawn shop business. After decades of accumulation, the emotions I have gained are worth more than the oil field you opened up.
Old George was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
Seeing a poor guest become a billionaire is such a heavy feeling!!
I still remember the first time the leader visited the pawn shop, he even mistook him for a homeless person buying things for zero dollars.
How long has it been since you became a billionaire? Is your life just a cheat?
Old George suppressed his envy and jealousy and immediately replied: Then you should come to this auction! When those people hear that you have oil resources, someone will definitely ask for your business card and ask you to sell luxury villas and private islands. With connections and resources, you can change female stars every day!
If you have rice in your hands, you will have no shortage of chickens coming to you.
Zhang Ailun: I do have plans to buy a private resort island, but I didn’t have much money before, and now I only have more than 10 million US dollars. Although oil is valuable, it is a continuous profit resource that takes at least decades to realize, and it cannot be converted into US dollars in a short period of time.
Listen, it's just over 10 million US dollars. My entire net worth is only tens of millions of real estate, and a million US dollars is enough for me to take out.
Old George suppressed his anger and said: Then you can sell it in a package to an oil company or a refinery.
Zhang Ailun: You are right, but if I have the money, wouldn't it be better for me to buy a refinery directly? I can make more money and save the middleman from making the difference.
Old George: ...
You're a fucking idiot. Are you talking like a human being?
I'm seriously talking to you about how to deal with the oil fields, but you're just too rich to buy this and that! Why don't you buy a seat as a member of parliament?
Anyway, there are Chinese congressmen in Los Angeles. If you give them a few million dollars at one time, they will definitely be happy to make room for you. After all, you are the financial backer. In capitalist socialism, if you have money, you are God.
Anyway, they are sitting there essentially to make money, and they can only embezzle a few hundred thousand at most every year. If they take more, they have to pay taxes.
If you have the ability, you can even become the deputy mayor of Los Angeles!
Well said! But Zhang Ailun has no intention of entering politics.
He only needs to invite Los Angeles congressmen to serve as consultants in the name of the foundation, pay them tens of thousands of dollars a month, and bribe them. Then what is the difference between this and being in power himself?
I talked to Old George for a few more words and agreed to go to the auction and meet some celebrities from all walks of life.
Maybe they have some dirty laundry to expose, isn't this another controllable resource that comes right to your doorstep? You don't even have to spend any money.
Zhang Ailun asked the Beggar Gang disciples to install a kowtow machine here and prepare to return to Luo City.
Facing Old Carl's question, the chief leader sighed helplessly, "No way, it's just a social event."
Old Carl looked at him speechlessly.
You kid, get ready.
He was so humble and low-key a few hours ago, but now he exudes the aura of a nouveau riche.
But if you have three oil fields worth $5 million at home, you can't help but install it.
If I don't pretend, won't others know that I'm rich? There's no need to wear fancy clothes at night! !
Compared to those high-income black basketball stars, athletes, movie and TV stars, the leader is still restrained.
Even though he had money, he never thought about buying a mansion or sleeping with female celebrities, because compared to spending money to buy excitement, the leader prefers to get it for free.
Zhang Ailun said hello to the Beggars' Sect disciples, handed the ranch over to them, and drove away from the ranch and returned to the urban area of Los Angeles.
According to the location coordinates sent by Old George, he arrived at the private auction in the city center, parked in a nearby parking lot, and sent a message to the other party. Soon Old George came with a few colleagues.
They greeted each other warmly and introduced themselves to each other. Zhang Ailun also understood that these were the leaders of Antique Street and experts in running pawn shops.
He wielded the Dragon Slaying Sword very well, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to build so much from scratch and have a net worth of nearly 100 million US dollars.
The bald middle-aged man with glasses owns three pawn shops in Las Vegas, but he is engaged in high-end industries and only recycles the resources of the rich, such as diamond jewelry and film and television props. The risks are high and the profits are also high. The people he contacts are either company directors or the wives of presidents, or retired athletes and celebrities.
Anyway, they are basically all down-and-out people who are very short of money. They are either in debt, getting divorced and dividing up their property, or on the verge of bankruptcy.
People who are not short of money would not come to him to sell things.
He made money by profiting from the blood of others.
He also owns several private properties in Clark County and has tens of millions of dollars in funds. He was the one who took the lead in this 17-carat pink diamond operation.
Clark County is home to superheroes and rich people.
The little antelope that the leader just bought last time was bought by a rich man from Clark County without even blinking an eye. He was very impressed by this.
The slightly fat man next to him also owns two pawn shops in Las Vegas. He brought his son and flew to the auction in a private plane. But compared to the bald middle-aged man, his business is more low-end, similar to old George, and he accepts everything.
From small items like toys, bizarre body art photos, animal limbs, etc. with a profit of tens of dollars, to large items like gold, fossils, porcelain, jewelry, etc. with a profit of tens of thousands of dollars.
The other old man had a gloomy face and looked like he had not slept well. After asking around, I learned that he had five pawn shops in San Francisco, but business had not been good recently and one of them even went bankrupt.
In contrast, Old George's industry advantages seemed to have disappeared. He did not open a store in Las Vegas, and his income was not too high. It was probably because he was not as skillful in wielding the Dragon Slaying Sword as these three, and his mind was not as dark.
Zhang Ailun asked whatever he wanted to know, wondering, "You already have assets close to tens of millions, and you still want to be interested in a diamond ring business worth more than 10 million US dollars?"
"Although the profit is not much, it is indeed something that can be earned." The slightly fat man Andrew said, "If you don't make money, you are a bastard. The main reason is that I want to meet more people at the party. If someone plans to sell their property, we can take over."
"That guy bought a gilded Ten-Faced Guanyin Bodhisattva statue from the Qing Dynasty from a friend in Chinatown a while ago. It was said to be a collection of Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty. It was very valuable, and the color and appearance looked very exquisite, but he didn't expect it to be a fake. He spent more than two million US dollars on it and lost everything he had." Old George couldn't help but gloat over his misfortune.
Zhang Ailun asked doubtfully, "Are you sure it's the Ten-Faced Guanyin Gilded Bodhisattva statue?"
"That's right." Old George nodded. "That thing is too complicated. I don't dare to touch it. All blue and white porcelain and the like are not reliable. But he thought he was very confident and bought it and smashed it!"
That's okay...
Isn’t that Master Ye’s thing?
Zhang Ailun still had some impression of this. He and Sig had fished it out of the sewer and sent it back. It was also a fake antique that Master Ye had cheated his friend of. He didn't expect that Master Ye was so treacherous. He changed the packaging and sold it directly for 200 million US dollars!
This is the heavenly bureau!!
Friends of friends are the suckers. They will first give you a little favor, then tell you that my friend has something good, and then directly trap you in, step by step.
He sold himself and still counted the money for others.
When old man Ethan heard what old George said behind his back, he couldn't help but get angry and said, "Can you blame me? Who would have thought that a good friend I have known for seven or eight years would actually cheat me for two million dollars! Fuck! I will never buy any antiques from the East again! They are all liars! They are all fake!!"
I couldn't help but cry.
Two million dollars! How many unscrupulous deals would he have to do to earn that much?
"Let's go find a seat and sit down first." The bald middle-aged man Coulson pushed his glasses and said, "I also made an appointment with a female star, Katherine Newton. I heard that she and her agent are also attending the auction and are preparing to sell a private collection."
Zhang Ailun was a little surprised. Kathryn Newton? Wasn't that the actress he saw on the private island last time? The actress from Ant-Man 3?
Her business must be really busy, making appointments with people and looking for resources everywhere.
It's about making money, no need to worry about it.
Several people readily agreed and went into the auction together.
(End of this chapter)
