frightfiction Chapter 269: The Prime Minister of the Empire Almost Choked to Death
Chapter 269: The Prime Minister of the Empire Almost Choked to Death
Obscene words beginning with letters like F and B were roared out by the crowd, vulgar but mixed with all kinds of indescribable joy and shock.
People were like Chicago gangsters who had discovered a truckload of moonshine during Prohibition, rushing madly towards the oil well that was erupting into the sky.
The whole area was in an uproar, everyone was rushing towards the gushing oil well, and people were throwing anything they could into the sky.
"Oil, damned paperback, it's all fucking oil."
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Yegorov still stood on the mound, calm and composed.
He took out a cigarette from the golden cigarette case and put it in his mouth. Under the black umbrella, he looked at the black liquid falling from the sky.
The bodyguard behind him bent down and lit the lighter, and the faint flame reflected his majestic face.
Not far away, the young manager Robert rushed over like a wild horse and tried to hug the latter.
When he was almost in front of him, he suddenly stopped, looked at Yegorov's ice-blue eyes that were intimidating without being angry, and then looked at the burly bodyguards around him, and he still backed down.
The young cowboy's son braked in front of Yegorov, imitated the gentleman Johns and made a nondescript gentleman's salute, then shouted excitedly:
"It's light oil! I tasted it myself, and it's sweet! You're rich, sir!"
Yegorov nodded.
It tastes sweet, not bitter or sour, which means that there are not many impurities in the crude oil, and the quality is higher, so it only needs simple refining before it can be used.
Yegorov exhaled lightly, and the smoke mixed with the rain.
He did not respond to Robert's excitement, but said in a calm tone: "Sweet oil, well, it means that the cost of mining and refining will be reduced."
In other words, the value of the oil field has increased, and Zhang Chi will earn more.
Robert was even more awed by this calmness, and he couldn't help but add, "This is simply God's inspiration, a true miracle!"
At this time, the on-site manager of Mobil Oil Company also hurried over.
He looked at Yegorov enthusiastically and said, "Sir, you discovered an oil field next to the foggy city! This is incredible!"
Yegorov could not deny that this was not a miracle, but just a small hint from the time traveler Zhang Chi.
Now, when Hill of the Third Reich hears this, he'll be eager to send Goering's air force to bomb the oil fields near the foggy city. (Goering: Where are the planes? I'm not there?)
The latter held all the shares of Texas New Century Petroleum Company through the synthetic man Yegorov.
Of course, a huge oil field only 50 km away from the foggy city cannot be completely occupied by a foreigner like Yegorov.
Unless Yegorov immediately became a naturalized citizen of the Kingdom of John, King George VI would probably immediately confer the title of Duke on him and then find a way to marry a princess to him.
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At this moment, Yegorov was surrounded by people who came to flatter him. He looked up and saw several bureaucrats from the Fog City City Hall in the distance looking at him with embarrassment, not knowing whether they should come over.
Yegorov gave a covert look to his confidant, who was also a synthetic human, and immediately understood what he meant and left the scene to send a message.
On the surface, the telegram was a commercial telegram sent to the White Eagle parent company on the other side of the ocean, but in fact it was asking the latter to immediately convey the good news of oil production from the Majiagang oil field to Zhang Chi in Pegu.
After all, a war of words will break out between Yegorov, Rockefeller and John for this oil field.
As Zhang Chi's agent, Yegorov must quickly learn the latter's negotiation bottom line and bargaining chips. What does Zhang Chi need? What can Zhang Chi abandon?
After sending his trusted aides to act quickly, Yegorov waved his hand to signal the Johns to come closer and talk.
"Gentlemen," he smiled slightly and raised his hand to signal the other party to stop, "why don't we find a dry place and discuss the future cooperation matters."
Everyone around looked at this man who appeared out of nowhere in the oil industry, and realized that his status had become very popular after the Majiagang Oilfield was discovered.
The rain gathered into a thin stream on the black umbrella beside him, and then slowly fell, brushing against the edge of his windbreaker and dripping.
It was cold rain, but also a hot flame burning in silence.
This competition for power and interests has just begun...
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In the restaurant of 10 Downing Street, the early morning sunlight barely shone through the heavy curtains onto the long table.
Prime Minister Qiu picked up a piece of smoked salmon with a silver fork and slowly put it into his mouth. Then he picked up the white porcelain cup and drank the black coffee with satisfaction.
He casually opened today's The Times, his eyes stopped on the front-page news, and his expression froze instantly.
Shocking! A giant oil field was discovered near the ancient capital, with preliminary estimates of reserves exceeding 1 million barrels.
"Cough...cough cough!"
Prime Minister Qiu suddenly spat out the coffee he had not yet swallowed, and the violent coughing sound echoed in the room.
The Ah San servants at the table were at a loss. The housekeeper hurriedly handed him a white cloth. He took it and wiped the corner of his mouth while gasping for breath: "Damn newspaper... cough cough cough... This is killing me!"
After five minutes of violent coughing, the Prime Minister of the Empire finally did not choke to death on the coffee.
Not long after, he finally calmed down his breathing. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he was the Prime Minister of the Empire. No one dared to point out his gaffe, right?
He waved his hand to signal his servants to leave, his eyes fixed on the headlines of the newspaper, his brows furrowed, and his right hand kept tapping the table, showing his inner uneasiness.
"Call all the cabinet ministers and the opposition leader Attlee. I need a meeting immediately!" Prime Minister Qiu angrily gave orders to the chief cabinet secretary on the phone.
"Oh my God," Prime Minister Qiu said, slapping his head in pain as he looked at the coffee-stained Times. "I can't believe no one warned me about this. I, the Prime Minister, actually learned this news from the newspaper."
"Could it be that the Prime Minister of the Empire is the last person to know about this?"
The first thing that will be excited about an oil field with huge economic benefits is of course the financial market.
In the financial markets, reality doesn't matter, expectations do.
Rather than reporting the news to the Prime Minister, it is of course more important to let his subordinates quickly make arrangements in the financial market before the news spreads completely.
During World War II, all the oil expenses of the John United Kingdom had to be transported back to the mainland from the oil fields under the John Company in Iran and Iraq, or directly provided by the "good boy" White Eagle United States.
The former would cost a considerable amount of shipping costs, especially since Hans' submarine is still hovering around the three islands.
The latter is clearly priced, and oil, as a scarce commodity, is naturally not cheap.
Now, all that is about to change.
That man - Yegorov discovered oil near the foggy city!
The foreign exchange market, bond market, futures market, so many markets will be impacted by the emergence of the Majiagang oil field. Who has the mood to inform Prime Minister Qiu, a fat man living at 10 Downing Street?
Your Majesty?
Even King George VI was mobilizing royal funds to find a way to acquire shares and control the oil fields...