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Chapter 747: 648
Was Tang Qing interested in getting involved in the oil industry?
Of course, he was.
Just not a huge interest.
After all, compared to other things, oil holds more political than economic significance. Its price is subject to both the U.S. dollar and the Organization of the Petroleum Exporting Countries (OPEC), making it the focus of competition among major powers.
Just as he had previously thought.
Fossil fuels will eventually exit the stage of history.
Tang Qing was interested in the future, in alternatives to oil.
For instance, new energy industries such as solar energy, nuclear energy, and compact high-capacity batteries attracted him more than the heavy asset model of the oil energy industry, which he truly found as tasteless as chicken ribs.
After all, oil, unlike other minerals, can easily be replaced. You cannot forge iron and steel from air, can you?
Tang Qing hesitated.
Should he dip his toes into this industry?
It wasn’t about the money, but the value of the investment.
Looking at Ayman, full of anticipation, Tang Qing could only say, "Give me a night to consider it, and I will give you my answer tomorrow." He had to delay for a night, allowing him the opportunity to find out more about this oilfield and to have the command room evaluate the investment’s worth.
Upon hearing this, delight filled Ayman’s face.
Tang Qing didn’t directly reject him.
That meant there was no issue with Zijin, and there was even an intention to invest. This was already the best outcome. After all, there was a funding gap of up to three hundred million dollars, a truly colossal sum. Even if his father wanted to casually take it out, it wouldn’t be too simple. It wasn’t that there wasn’t any money, but there were other uses for it.
"Tang Qing, I knew you were capable, haha," Ayman joyfully said.
"Don’t mention it, it’s not certain whether it will happen or not," Tang Qing lightly laughed.
"No worries, whether it happens or not, we are still friends. After all, this is a lot of money. I have to sell everything to raise it," Ayman spoke pitifully. But Tang Qing knew that this was true.
Saudi Prince.
Not worth that much.
If it wasn’t for his dad being one of the previous Saudi King’s nine sons and a ranking Saudi Prince, Ayman would probably just be a salaried prince. A total asset of over ten million U.S. dollars would make him considered wealthy among the Saudi princes.
Two hundred million U.S. dollars.
Although it wasn’t all of Ayman’s wealth, he would have to cobble it together and add a loan to get it.
"You have to scrape together two hundred million dollars, you’re so poor," Tang Qing commented mockingly.
Ayman was chided by Tang Qing.
However, he was not angry at all. He felt that this was what friends were like. He had met quite a few friends who only saw the good side of things without any interest in mingling. Ayman, on the other hand, felt very close to Tang Qing.
"Exactly, I also told you, I am the poorest out of all my brothers. Mainly because I haven’t done too many investments and haven’t really tried, but I am truly poor. Yet, those guys on Wall Street always try to coax me into investing.
They promise high return rates, but I know they just want my commission. They do not care whether I make money or not. Regardless of whether I profit or suffer a loss, they still get paid. When I lose, they encourage me to turn it around, and when I profit, they urge me to press the attack.
They just want me to not pull back my money, those bloodsuckers. They cut half of my ten million dollars initially. That was all my pocket money at the time. Then they continue to coax me, and frequently call me. Dammit, I should have bought U.S. treasury bonds instead..."
When he got to this point, Ayman couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of his mouth, harboring deep resentment for those tradesmen on Wall Street. From how talkative he was, you could imagine his heartache at having half of his personal savings whisked away.
Tang Qing was helpless.
The world of tycoons.
Where millions of dollars can be spent at will.
He laughed lightly without responding, only carefully listening to Ayman’s complaints. It was quite amusing.
Wall Street.
They are indeed good at this. Various funds and financial companies make their profits from transaction commissions. They are safe from losses whether it rains or shines, charging based on transaction times. As for whether investors make a profit, they couldn’t care less, playing a full game of manipulation. It’s truly meaningless.
But why are people still willing to invest money into it?
Are they fools?
Of course not, because these people are not swindlers. They also have investment channels and capabilities. Therefore, many times they can still make money, and the return rate is not bad. This return is an overall return. If you look at individual investors, however, it is full of ups and downs.
But it is not absolute. After all, if you don’t have the skills, how would you dare to open a company?
Anyway, Tang Qing would not hand his money to these investment funds unless it was to acquire shares. Up to now, he still had no interest in buying stocks. Stock market, exchange rate, bonds, funds, Tang Qing had zero interest in getting involved in any of them.
Very simple.
It’s pointless.
Playing.
But only in a field where he sets the rules.
In front of the command room’s strong information gathering capabilities, Tang Qing knew a lot more than the average person. Like those companies on Wall Street, they basically all relied on bankers for their livelihood.
Actions of the U.S. military.
The Federal Reserve’s interest rate adjustment.
The European Central Bank’s reserve requirement adjustment.
Even the financial statements of various companies.
Industry information.
Before it’s released to the public, these bankers already have full control of this information. All of these things can reverse the trends in the global stock market, exchange rate, futures, and other financial markets. The first to know are always these bankers.
What does this represent?
It represents...
Merely with this information, bankers can shuffle the entire financial investment companies in their own currency regions to serve their interests, ’follow me and you’ll have meat to eat, get the news in advance. Don’t follow me, you have no news, and you’ll have to wait and see.’
Over the decades.
All investment companies in Western countries have become the bankers’ ’little brothers’. Those who don’t follow have been washed out of the market. Of course, this does not stop the rise of countless new companies, unfortunately, they have to succumb to the ’information advantage’ in the end.
When some people can ’create information’, they control everything.
A market like this.
Such a profoundly information-controlled market, Tang Qing really has no interest in participating in to make money, because it is too transparent. Unless he is interested in the shares of some companies, he has almost no interest in investing in the financial market.
What he wants to do.
Is to qualify as the person ’selling’ information.
When the economic map of the Asia Dollar spreads across the world, he can charge these companies an ’advisory fee’.
Twenty percent of the profit is not much. For example, once the Mining Union issues a price adjustment notice, a certain sector of the global commodity market can give a shocking reversal. Those who do not cooperate, will be forced to leave the market.
That’s something interesting.
....’
After dinner.
Ayman stayed at the hotel.
Tang Qing and Lin Jiaxue went back to their villa.
They are planning to take Ayman to see the culture tomorrow because tomorrow is the weekend. By the way, Lin Jiaxue also received a gift from Ayman, a set of perfume, Chanel, limited edition.
In the car.
"Tangtang, are you really going to invest in that oilfield?" Lin Jiaxue was curious, it was 300 million US dollars, Tang Kai might not even be able to afford it.
"Not necessarily, I have to understand the project first, after all, it’s no small amount of money involved." Tang Qing kissed Lin Jiaxue’s forehead.
"How would you understand it?" Lin Jiaxue asked.
"I’ve already texted my friend, his people will go to help with the investigation, he also has people there, so there’ll be news soon. Don’t worry, we won’t lose out." Tang Qing replied with a smile.
Algeria.
A northern African country.
Naturally within the scope of ’Black Prison’ activities, although there are no mines of the ’African United Mining Group’ there, but in the ’African Protection Umbrella Plan’, it is a key area.
Although it is not easy to carry out business in such a stable country, once it is launched, its potential is impressive.
"Oh."
Lin Jiaxue, holding Tang Qing’s arm, closed her eyes. She didn’t care how Tang Qing would finance this deal, she knew that Tang Qing was not the type to pretend to be more than he is, he would never be reckless.
...
Two hours later.
Command Room.
"Tang Yi, how’s the investigation going?" Tang Qing asked, at this time Lin Jiaxue had already gone to sleep.
Tang Yi respectfully reported: "Sir, the investigation is complete. The oilfield is located in the southeastern part of Algeria, in the province of Tamanrasset, a desert area. The province covers a total area of 550,000 square kilometers and is the largest province in Algeria.
But it is located in the Sahara Desert, so the population is sparse, the total population is 150,000, transportation is inconvenient, the oilfield’s location has been determined, it is 210 kilometers west of the provincial capital, there is no highway access.
The project is a tendered oilfield project from the province, but due to the inconvenience of transportation, few people are interested, otherwise, Ayman’s girlfriend’s brother would not have a chance to get involved. Ayman’s girlfriend’s brother wants to use this to build a good relationship with the Speaker of the province.
Because, according to the news, he is likely to become Algeria’s next Minister of Energy and Mining, and once this oilfield is sold, it will greatly benefit his appointment..."
In Tang Yi’s report.
Tang Qing quickly understood.
This is a political achievement project.
Ayman’s girlfriend’s brother helps the Speaker of the province, who can perhaps be appointed Algeria’s Minister of Energy and Mining. Or they have already been decided, just one step away.
But there are risks.
That is, after that legislator leaves, whether the local area will change the promised conditions such as transportation, taxation, and so on; also, the construction of the entire 270-kilometer highway will take some time.
"Tang Yi, do we have any people in that province?" Tang Qing asked seriously.
"Sir, the Chief Inspector of Tamanrasset province is our fighter. He is preparing to run for Mayor of Tamanrasset city in March next year." Tang Yi replied.
"What? Mayor? Does the fighter qualify?" Tang Qing was surprised.
Being a scrutinizer in a province of a few hundred thousand people is not difficult, it’s only equivalent to a town in our country. But a city’s mayor, even if it’s an extremely small city, it wouldn’t be that simple, would it?
"Tamanrasset province is underpopulated and transportation is inconvenient, not many people compete, in addition, the fighter has significantly resolved security issues in the province during his tenure as Inspector General, his prestige is now very high, running for mayor is not difficult, by the end of next year, our plan is to propel the fighter to the position of Deputy Speaker of Tamanrasset province." Tang Yi explained.
"..."
Speechless.
The fighter is amazing.
Tang Qing thought it made sense.
In such a remote location, with a sparse population, and inconvenient transportation, all covered in desert, there wouldn’t be many people competing. It’s a good thing, once the fighter gets there, his interests would be secured. Plus, in the desert, what kind of resources it might contain is still uncertain.
Well.
This business seems viable, no losses expected.
