537: C537 Oil

C537 Oil

"I think, Director Yuen, the reason why you want me to help you in Q City is because you have no other clones, right?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Yuen Qiang's eyes.

"As far as I know, Director Yuen, you have eaten too much oil in the oil mine in South City, that's why you want to find someone to cooperate with you."

As soon as his voice faded, Yuen Qiang's facial expression changed.

"Looks like you know quite a lot." Yuen Qiang smiled once again, but this time, his smile had an unusual meaning.

"More or less, I know a little. For example, when Director Yuen helped the Zhongshan Group previously, it was not only to help them, but also to help yourself."

"You want to take the Zhongshan Group as your own to distribute the oil resources that you can't swallow."

Yuen Qiang could not laugh anymore.

He did not expect that the matter that he thought he hid well would be discovered by Jiang Feifan.

"Director Yuen, you don't have to look at me like that. My original intention was to work with Director Yuen, not to oppose him."

"Then how do you plan to work with him?"

After a few words, Yuen Qiang no longer dared to look down on Jiang Feifan.

"I want the oil mine in Q City."

"You mean you want me to give you the oil mine in Q City?"

"Not really. After all, Director Yuen, you don't have the time to care about it. Instead of giving me the oil mines like this, perhaps we can get to know each other in another way in the future."

Oil was relatively scarce. Controlling oil was equivalent to controlling the lifeline of the entire economy. That was why Jiang Feifan was interested.

Yuen Qiang looked at Jiang Feifan and suddenly felt as if he had caught a mouse and put it into a rice jar. However, this feeling was quickly replaced by another one.

Was this the so-called saying that the Yangtze River would push the waves forward?

Jiang Feifan was not an ordinary person. Even if he did not agree to it today, he might have other ways to get what he wanted.

However, at that time, he and Jiang Feifan might become enemies.

In this way, he would add an opponent to himself.

Yuen Qiang did not have any intention of adding an enemy to himself.

After a few thoughts, Yuen Qiang made his decision.

"Alright, I promise you."

Yuen Qiang had been in the business world for most of his life, but he had never made such a hasty decision. It was such a big decision.

If the target was Jiang Feifan, did he think it was normal?

Jiang Feifan smiled and nodded. From the beginning to the end, he did not show any surprise.

It seemed like he had expected this.

Yuen Qiang looked at him and once again sighed in his heart at Jiang Feifan's strength.

In order to build a good relationship with Jiang Feifan, he took the initiative to say, "I'm preparing to attend a banquet tomorrow night. At that time, a few big shots will also be present. You come with me. I'll introduce you to them."

Jiang Feifan knew that Yuen Qiang was expressing goodwill to him in a disguised way. He did not oppose it, so he nodded and accepted his offer.

The next night, at 8 PM, Jiang Feifan came to the place Yuen Qiang had agreed on.

South City's five-star platinum hotel.

This was the banquet venue for tonight.

When Jiang Feifan arrived, the entrance of the hotel was already filled with luxury cars. It seemed like quite a number of people had already arrived.

Jiang Feifan took a taxi over. He might drink at the banquet, but he didn't drive or drive. He didn't drive, so he took a taxi over.

A taxi stood out among the luxury cars.

Many people who hadn't entered the hotel saw this and lowered their steps to look at the person who got out of the taxi.

Tonight, this hotel was booked for this banquet.

So the people who came here were all here to attend the banquet.

Everyone was very curious, what kind of person would attend such a high-class banquet, and actually come by taxi?

When Jiang Feifan got off the car, he felt that there were many contemptuous gazes looking at him from the surroundings.

However, he did not mind.

Those so-called upper class people usually liked to show off. All these years, he had not seen much.

What he liked the most was to slap these so-called upper-class people in the face when they were proud of themselves.

Jiang Feifan didn't even look at the people who were sizing her up. He walked directly towards the hotel's main door.

Just as he was about to walk into the hotel door, someone suddenly stopped him.

Jiang Feifan looked at the person who stopped him and raised his eyebrows in doubt.

"What's the matter?"

"What do you think? Do you know what this place is? Just because you're dressed like a beggar in the slums, you still have the nerve to walk in? Who are you trying to embarrass?"

The man who stopped Jiang Feifan looked to be less than thirty years old. He was a young man.

The clothes he was wearing were not cheap at all. However, the clothes that he was wearing did not show any nobility.

Instead, it completely displayed the air of a rich man.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Jiang Feifan glanced at him indifferently. He did not care about such clowns. However, seeing him jumping around in front of him made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"How dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am?"

"You? You're so ugly. Who else could it be?"

"You, you dare to call me ugly! Do you know how much this suit I'm wearing is worth? It was personally designed by a foreign designer. This suit, you'll never be able to touch it in your entire life!"

Jiang Feifan looked at his eager expression and felt that it was ridiculous.

This kind of clown, planning with him, was somewhat discounted and did not want to bicker with him.

He really hated people pretending in front of him.1

"You bought these clothes on the website, didn't you? One look and you can tell it's cheap. You dare to come to such a high-class place with such cheap clothes, you're really shameless."

That person continued to ridicule Jiang Feifan.

Jiang Feifan was not angry. Instead, he looked at him with a 'gentle' gaze. That gaze seemed to be saying, Say more, say more.

He was like a spectator watching a clown jumping up and down.

The young man also felt the sarcasm in Jiang Feifan's eyes at this moment. He was instantly furious.

He stretched out his hand and was about to grab Jiang Feifan's collar.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted from not far away, "The oil king is here!"

When the young man heard this, he immediately ignored Jiang Feifan and ran over.

A large group of people ran towards Yuen Qiang. It could be seen how powerful the status of Yuen Qiang, the Oil King, was in South City.

Yuen Qiang walked over under the escort of a large group of people.

The young man from earlier tried to talk to Yuen Qiang, but he never got involved.

When he walked to the entrance of the hotel and saw that Jiang Feifan was still standing there, he had an idea and shouted at Jiang Feifan.

"Where did you come from, you stinky beggar? Did you hear me?! Didn't you see that Director Yuen was about to enter? Why are you blocking me here?!"

Jiang Feifan looked at him with amusement.

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