Chapter 303 Petroleum Su? I Want Top Cloth?
Chapter 303 Petroleum Su? I Want Top Cloth?
war zone.
As night fell.
Su Mo has been sitting in the simple cell for several hours.
All without saying a word.
Close your eyes.
The few people watching kept clicking their tongues.
If it weren't for the fact that he was still breathing, everyone thought Su Mo was dead.
"Fatty, go ask Su Mo, what's wrong with him? Is he preparing to pass away? It's too scary. Isn't it normal for people to dig oil out of this place?"
"I just want to know, what's Su Mo's plan? Seeing that it's getting dark, and I haven't spoken yet, I'm so anxious."
"Isn't it? However, according to my observation just now, Brother Su may have taken a fancy to the other party's armed helicopter. This thing is valuable!"
"..."
Everyone discussed in low voices.
Looking sideways at the armed helicopter outside.
Although it looks broken.
but……
Everyone understands that this guy is definitely worth a fortune.
In addition, during the daytime, when Su Mo was escorted in, Su Mo stared straight at the helicopter.
It is not difficult for everyone to guess.
It is estimated that they are trying to beat other people's helicopters.
"Don't make any noise."
At this time.
Chen Dali licked the corner of his mouth and shouted in a deep voice.
He dragged Director Sun over.
The two muttered softly in the corner.
He has been dealing with Su Mo the longest.
What a shitty gunship.
In the beginning, Su Mo may have targeted his helicopter.
But... since the oil started to leak from the bottom of his feet, this guy's eyes have changed.
"You found out?"
"You found out too?"
The two looked at each other and nodded to each other.
He looked at Su Mo wistfully.
"I did find out, no need to guess, I heard from Fatty that after entering the war zone, Su Mo took out 2.5 million, think about it, when will this guy be so willing to spend money, it is impossible .”
Director Sun blinked his wise eyes, firmly grasped Chen Dali's hand, and said in a low voice:
"The initial investment is only 2.5 million. Think about it, what is he going to do?"
"Really, when I came here, I was terrified. You thought I was afraid of others, and I was afraid of Su Mo when I stepped on the horse. I was really afraid that Su Mo would be caught by me because of the arrest warrant for tens of millions."
Speaking of which.
Director Sun gave Su Mo another look with lingering fear.
He hurriedly shut his mouth.
I don't know when, people have already woken up.
And staring at the two of them, smiling.
"Don't laugh, you laugh so hard that my heart shudders, really, if you don't believe me touch it, my heart will almost stop."
Seeing Su Mo approaching, he kept laughing.
Director Sun couldn't stand it anymore and begged for mercy.
"What are your plans? There will be no one here. The mobile phones have been confiscated, that is, the tiny camera on the fat man's body is left. Tell the truth."
"Then I'll be straight."
Su Mo grinned and waved to everyone.
He motioned for everyone to gather around.
Get ready for a meeting.
After thinking about it for hours, I finally came up with a solution.
How can the oil at the bottom be turned into legitimate income.
Everyone sat cross-legged.
Neatly lined up.
Fatty took out a miniature camera and recorded the scene in front of him.
Never mind what?
Don't forget your responsibilities.
The director is right in front of him!
Don't go wrong.
"I will notify the armed personnel in a while, and we will do it for one purpose, to control that general."
"Force the other party to do business with us."
Su Mo opened his mouth.
Chen Dali felt a "thump" in his heart, lowered his head and covered his ears.
Can't listen.
I am still a public official, so I absolutely cannot listen to what Su Mo said.
Terrible.
Are you going to do business with militants abroad?
God.
Moreover, it is still in the live broadcast state, what do people in China think?
Finish with Su Mo.
The frying pan was also in the live broadcast room.
The fans discussed frantically.
"Damn it, Brother Su doesn't care about the money from selling arms now? Are you going to enter the oil industry? Good guy, is this going to make enough money at once?"
"It's not that easy, right? This is a war zone. Let's just say, what's the use of forcing this general to agree to you? This place is so chaotic, how will we exploit it? If there is no way to mine, what's the use of oil?"
"The people upstairs are definitely idiots. This place is in chaos now. Maybe it will be in chaos decades later. As long as there is legal land, it will be possible to mine sooner or later. Maybe there is not much cash, but... in the future, Xiao Xiaosu, or Xiao Xiao Xiao Su, isn’t this family property?”
"Su Mo, look at me, look at me... I have a big butt, and I can definitely have a son. Really, our son will also have a cloth on his head in the future."
"Can it be done? If it can be done... Hey, I also want to give birth to a monkey for Su Mo, no, a son... a fat son!"
"Bring me one, I can operate now..."
"..."
The fans in the live broadcast room went completely crazy.
Everyone think carefully.
If Su Mo can really handle it and buy a piece of land in this place.
Don't look at the mess now.
But the chaos will end one day.
However, the oil in the ground will not disappear.
This is wealth.
What's more, even if Su Mo doesn't need it in this lifetime, what about future generations.
With a piece of cloth on my head, I am the richest in the world.
Based on what?
Isn't it just the oil in the ground?
Inside the cell.
Su Mo smeared stars and flew around, constantly brainwashing everyone.
"Director Sun, think about it... When I walk the entire globe, what will you look like? Now the three-layer body armor is okay, what if someone wanted your body? Can you block bullets, and can you block shells? ? But...with this piece of land, it’s different, and many countries will definitely revoke the arrest warrant.”
"There is also Captain Chen, loans, what's the point of a one-time loan of several million, tens of millions, oil exploration, how much money will you be able to borrow in the early stage? Will the future president of the National Bank have to be yours?"
"..."
With Su Mo's flickering.
Successfully attracted everyone into the group.
However, even he himself knew it in his heart.
If you want to occupy a piece of land, you can't rely on your own ability.
At the very least, it needs to be recognized by others, which requires formal procedures.
To go through the formalities, you have to pay.
Pay for shares.
I don't know, if all the assets of 100 million yuan are invested, how many shares can they occupy?
Moreover, some big bosses have to be brought in.
"Hey buddy, buddy, come here."
After everyone discussed it, they checked the available equipment on their bodies.
It was found that there were no usable weapons.
In the end, he took off Director Sun's iron pants.
Fatty took the lead in beckoning to the militants guarding in the distance.
Su Mo lay in ambush and tried to win in one fell swoop.
but.
Clutching the warm metal underpants in his hand, Su Mo stared at Director Sun, feeling really embarrassed to speak.
I endured it for a long time.
That's why I asked in a low voice
"Director Sun, your...is the hole reversed?"
"Shouldn't it be the front? Why are you driving the rear?"
Su Mo just couldn't understand.
If you wear a large size, you have to take it off?
The hole is in the back, so it doesn't work at all?
"Someone is coming, don't ask, this hole is breathable, he just pissed in his crotch, don't you see that the iron sheet is rusted?"
"Can't figure it out?"
Chen Dali on the side cursed angrily.
Jumping up quickly, he grabbed the militant who came to the fence by the neck.
Su Mo saw this.
Put the tin pants on this guy's forehead.
"Bang... bang... bang."
Cannon fists sounded.
...
at the same time.
inside the camp.
General Mohan stared at a document sent by Long Guo, his eyes were quite confused.
Muttering words in his mouth, he read the content of the document sent by the other party.
"Happy Family Funeral Co., Ltd.? Want to buy land here?"
"What... the Pyramid Burial Project?"
"To express sincerity, give General Mohan free mummy funeral service?"
"?"
mesbooks