MTL - Hello 1983-Chapter 1143 Boss, promise them!

  Chapter 1143 Boss, promise them!

   With such a large number of technical talents going abroad, even if Maozi's side becomes a mess, they will definitely be noticed by the relevant departments.

  Of course Liu Qingshan is aware of this, don’t think that if the Immigration Bureau doesn’t approve the visa, then the joy will be in vain.

  The solution is not difficult, one is to pass in batches, this will take time, and Liu Qingshan is too lazy to wait.

   The easiest way is, of course, to send someone to the Immigration Bureau to say hello.

  Jiang Shuichang is more suitable for this kind of thing. He has been here for several years and is relatively familiar with the land.

  Liu Qingshan prepared one hundred thousand dollars for him, saying hello, it is definitely not enough to say hello.

   "Boss, it doesn't take so much, 10,000 yuan can do it." Old Jiang directly took out a stack from inside and put it in his pocket.

  When he comes back, things will be handled quickly, and he can notify the more than 500 technicians to go to the Immigration Bureau to go through the formalities, all of which are three-year visas.

  Liu Qingshan also shook his head: This guy is poor and crazy, right?

   It takes time to process a visa, and Liu Qingshan is not in a hurry. Now that the time has entered May, there is finally some warmth here.

  The river thawed and the grass sprouted. Liu Qingshan had nothing to do. He went fishing with a fishing rod every day, so leisurely.

  Maozi's land is vast and sparsely populated, so the fish resources should not be too rich.

   Komsomolsk guards the Amur River, which is the big river on the Sino-Russian border. They call it the Amur River.

  Liu Qingshan threw the hook into the water, and began to bite the hook frequently. When he caught a smaller one, he put it back into the river directly.

  Now it’s just spring here, and the Kaijiang fish is still very fresh.

  Li Tieniu was impatient with fishing, so he built a ground cage and threw it into the river to catch small fish, saying that he wanted to get it back for fish sauce.

  Li Tie sat on the edge of the birch forest not far away, keeping vigilant.

   "Looks like a big fish has come."

  Liu Qingshan muttered, and then Li Tie stood up, only to see a few people walking down the road, and two cars were parked by the side of the road.

   "Boss, how is the harvest? Hey, this Aohua is estimated to weigh four catties, amazing!"

  The one who led the way was Shuichang Jiang. He was also an old fisherman. He led those arsonists and worked on the Longjiang River for more than a year.

  Aohua is mandarin fish. It is one of the three flowers and five Luos here. It tastes the most delicious. Unfortunately, it grows slowly, and one or two catties is not bad.

  Liu Qingshan also nodded cheerfully: "Go back and steam it, and you just happened to show your hand, Old Jiang."

   After speaking, he looked at the few people brought by Jiang Shuichang. They were all wearing suits, serious, and their faces were also East Asians, but they didn't know whether they were from island countries or South Korea.

  Jiang Shuichang introduced: "Boss, this is Mr. Park Zhenghao from KONC in South Korea."

  KONC is the abbreviation of the National Oil Company over there. Liu Qingshan understood it as soon as he heard it, and he came here for oil.

   These days, he has received several batches of such guests, even people from the island country.

  Whether it is an island country or South Korea, due to the limited territory, they basically do not produce oil.

   However, these two countries have relatively developed industries and consume a lot of oil.

  Taking South Korea as an example, it now consumes millions of barrels of oil every day and is the fifth largest oil importer in the world.

  Their oil is mainly imported from several oil-producing countries in West Asia and transported by tankers.

  The other party found the Katyusha firm, of course for the import of crude oil.

   And this kind of thing is Liu Qingshan's decision, so Lao Jiang led it here.

  So Liu Qingshan smiled and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Park, nice to meet you."

  Park Zhenghao bowed first, then shook hands, and said in stick-like English: "Mr. Mountain, I've seen you for a long time. Please forgive me for taking the liberty to visit."

  Liu Qingshan smiled: "Mr. Park has a good fortune. At noon, we can taste fresh fish together."

   "It's a great honor." Park Zhenghao couldn't help but feel happy. He thought that Liu Qingshan's invitation represented something.

  It was still early, and Liu Qingshan was not in a hurry to go back. He found a fishing rod and handed it to Park Zhenghao. The two sat not far from each other, fishing together.

  Old Jiang is also a bit addicted, looking through the fishing gear in Liu Qingshan's car, there is actually a fishing net, and he happily started to cast the net.

  This is a technical job, Liu Qingshan does not know it, so the fishing net is still new.

   But in the hands of Lao Jiang, it was different. I saw him walking slowly by the riverside with his fishing net, observing the situation of the fish in the water.

  Suddenly, he lunged two steps forward, the fishing net was thrown out, stretched into a standard circle in mid-air, and fell into the water with a soft swish.

  Old Jiang drew the net skillfully, and when he pulled the net to the shore, two big red-tailed carp were shaken out soon.

  Liu Qingshan was not idle there either. When he picked up the fishing rod, what he caught was a small fish half a foot long.

  Liu Qingshan shook his head, picked the fish off, threw it back into the water, and muttered: "It's too small, there's no meat."

   On the other hand, Park Zhenghao also gained something. When he lifted the pole, he made a buzzing sound, and then the pole completed a scary arc in a short while.

   "What a big fish!"

  Park Zhenghao cheered, and then heard a crackling sound, and the pole broke slightly. He looked disappointed for a moment and shook his head again and again.

  At this time, Liu Qingshan's voice came over: "The fish is too big to catch, it's better to do what we can."

   Park Zhenghao was taken aback by what he said: What do you mean?

  Liu Qingshan also started to pack the fishing gear, while Li Tie and Li Tieniu took out the cooking utensils from the car, and directly processed the fresh fish caught by the river.

  Lao Jiang is in charge of steaming the fish, while Li Tie is grilling the fish.

  Li Tieniu really made a plate of small fish sauce. Thanks to Maozi's side, he can still get authentic Northeast miso.

   This was brought by Lao Jiang and the others, but Maozi didn’t have it.

  The spring is harmonious, and everyone sits by the river and starts a pleasant lunch.

  Liu Qingshan picked up a piece of steamed Aohua, the fish was white and tender, and he couldn't help but praise it.

   "Mr. Mountain, I respect you." Park Zhenghao picked up his wine glass, touched Liu Qingshan lightly, and then complimented:

  “A few years ago, Mr. Mountain’s art troupe went to our country to perform. I was lucky enough to watch it live.

  Liu Qingshan smiled: "Mr. Park, are you here for crude oil?"

  He didn't want to go around in circles with the other party, so he went straight to the point.

  Park Zhenghao nodded his head vigorously: "I also ask Mr. Mountain for your help. I heard that you are planning to lay oil pipelines. In this case, if we KONC can cooperate with you, it will be beneficial to both parties."

  Liu Qingshan shook his head slightly: "Our crude oil will be supplied to the country first, I'm afraid there is no extra share."

  In Liu Qingshan's plan, the oil in the ground is not busy mining, and the more valuable it becomes in the future.

  As for supplying South Korea, he is even less interested.

  After being declined, Park Zhenghao thought that Liu Qingshan was trying to bargain, so he said sincerely:

   "Mr. Mountain, please rest assured that the price given by our KONC is absolutely fair. The price range is between US$15 and US$20, and it will never be lower than US$15."

  The international crude oil price is dynamic. In the past two years, it has basically been in the range mentioned by Park Zhenghao.

   After a few decades, the price of a barrel of oil will be over a hundred.

  As for the cost of exploitation, the cost of oil wells in Siberia is slightly higher. The current cost of a barrel of oil is about five dollars, and the profit margin is very large.

   This is also impossible. Who told a country like South Korea not to produce oil?

   "Mr. Park, it's not about the price." Liu Qingshan smiled lightly and continued to refuse.

  Park Zhenghao was stunned for a moment, he couldn't figure it out: Some people who offered to send money did not accept it.

  One of his assistants couldn't help interjecting: "Mr. Mountain, are you prejudiced against our Korean nation?"

  Liu Qingshan shook his head with a smile: "Of course not. I also have very good friends in South Korea, such as Mr. Cui Minhao. We have cooperated for many years."

  Park Zhenghao quickly glared at the assistant: "Mr. Mountain and Mr. Cui have published several historical novels. It can be seen that Mr. Mountain is a friend of our Korean nation. Immediately apologize to Mr. Mountain."

  In the past few years, Cui Jinzhu has been completely enlightened. He has written several historical novels, and two of them have been remade into TV dramas. He has become a very popular novelist in South Korea.

   When Cui Jinzhu signed his name, he always put Uncle Liu Qingshan first.

  Liu Qingshan smiled and waved his hands: "The main thing is our own country, which is developing rapidly and has a huge demand for crude oil. We ourselves have insufficient supply and are powerless."

   "A few days ago, there was a small company from an island country with a good life, who came to buy crude oil. I didn't see them at all; so, I have been very sincere to your great, great South Korean company."

   Hearing, Li Tieniu couldn't help it, and almost laughed out loud.

   Liu Qingshan said this in Chinese, so Park Zhenghao looked forward to the translation, and of course the translation was normal.

   After hearing this, Park Zhenghao got up and thanked Liu Qingshan. Anyway, this has given them enough face, and it is much better than what happened to the islanders.

   After sitting down again, Park Zhenghao continued: "Mr. Mountain, I also heard that you have business dealings with some banks in order to acquire oil resources in Siberia."

   "Actually, we at KONC also very much hope to invest in your oil wells. I wonder if Mr. Mountain is interested in cooperating in this regard?"

  Old Jiang on the side was quite moved when he heard this. He couldn't be more clear that both Katyusha Firm and Liu Qingshan were short of money.

   But look at the boss, but he didn't make a sound, and Lao Jiang didn't interrupt.

  Park Zhenghao continued: "Mr. Mountain, our KONC is full of sincerity, and we can spend at least 10 billion U.S. dollars as a shareholder."

Ten billion!

  Old Jiang couldn't help but widen his eyes.

  On the one hand, I feel that these sticks are really rich, and on the other hand, I am amazed at the huge value of oil resources.

   As a result, Lao Jiang couldn't hold back and asked, "Mr. Park, how many shares are you going to use this money to buy?"

   "Twenty percent." Park Zhenghao finally regained some confidence.

  Old Jiang gasped, and looked eagerly at Liu Qingshan: Boss, promise them!

  (end of this chapter)