At the end of the month, Xiaopang returned to Dong* Camp with a red face, called Su Cheng in a high profile, shouting: "Master, come and pick me up. There are too many things to take."

Su Cheng then drove his own jeep from Dahua Industrial to pick up people at the station.

Not far from the door, I saw a little fat man with red face leaning against a pile of large boxes, holding a bottle of Coke in my hand, and enjoying it happily.

Su Cheng parked the car and asked suspiciously: "There isn't all Maotai behind you?"

"I asked someone to tell me a wholesale price, 7 yuan per bottle, I bought 10 boxes, 120 bottles, and more than 800 yuan." Xiaopang smiled proudly and said, "I'm going to drink half of it and keep half of it, and it will be aged in the future."

"You have a good investment vision." Su Cheng circled around the wine box.

After 20 years, these aged Moutai will be sold for more than 10,000 yuan, and these 120 bottles will be 1.2 million yuan. Compared with that, Xiaopang only costs an ordinary person a year’s salary.

Turning back, Su Cheng asked again: "Have you got the raw juice?"

"I have to make a note, so tired that I found 2 bottles and 2 kilograms." Xiaopang lifted the top box, revealing two small jars, and said, "It's all 30 years of raw pulp. 60 years of raw pulp can only be drunk, not taken away."

As he said that, he kept laughing.

When he returned home, Xiaopang turned on the TV as soon as possible.

Su Cheng put all 12 boxes of Moutai in one hand before sitting down to rest, and asked in confusion: "What's the best thing about the TV at this time?"

The little fat man sat on the ground and said intently: "Why is the TV at this time? How many things do you watch on this TV... Oh, give me a TV, I can never move for the rest of my life."

Su Cheng shook his head helplessly, turned around and cooked a pot of instant noodles in the kitchen, put it on the table and said, "I said, you have been off salary for more than two months, and your business has not changed. Are you in a hurry?"

Xiaopang opened a bottle of Coke with a bang and said with a smile: "There are instant noodles to eat, coke to drink, and spring bed sleeping. Isn't it just for this? What's the matter with me?"

Instant noodles in 1987 are considered semi-luxury products. The specifications of 100g per bag cost 25 cents. If it were last year, it would have to be 2 taels of extra food coupons. Such a expensive price, but the portion is small. For big-bellied men who have no oil and water, eating two or three bags is like playing. Except for the rich, Chinese people at this time just try it out when buying instant noodles.

Su Cheng glared for a long time, finally gave up, waved his hand, and said, "Tomorrow you and I go to the oil field office, and we will rent the waste oil field."

Xiaopang was happy and smiled and said, "I knew that Master would plan everything, I just need to just eat and wait for death."

Su Cheng was also happy when he heard this. He took out a small box from the cabinet and threw it to Xiaopang and said, "Look."

Xiaopang obediently opened the small box and was stunned.

There were neatly 10 stacks of money inside, 100 pieces and 10 yuan. Together, it was exactly 10,000 yuan. Su Cheng exchanged it for $1,500.

This money is a huge sum of money no matter what. It is also a private deposit in Sucheng and has nothing to do with the factory.

An ordinary working family can save these things if they are thrifty all their lives.

"Based on the capital contribution, I am 30% and you 70%..." Su Cheng also opened a bottle of Coke with a "bang". Today's student-style supper is equivalent to the salary of a leading cadre for a week.

"No. Master, I don't understand technology, so it depends on you to see the oil field. I have already thought about it. You can give me a few thousand yuan to make it. I'll be three or seven, and I'll help you watch the oil field..." Xiaopang said very seriously: "My father said that Master is for the rest of his life. With your age, maybe I'll die later."

Su Cheng laughed and said, "I can tell you that if you buy a waste oil field, once you get good luck, it will be like a money printing machine..."

"Master 70% and I am 30%. Without Master, we can't buy a money printing machine, right?" Xiaopang looked firm and looked like the male protagonist in a revolutionary TV series. He made up his mind and couldn't even say 4 or 6.

When Su Cheng thought about it, he simply went back to the house and took out another $5,000 and said, "Since you insist, I will invest 70% of the money. Before you can exchange these dollars, you can take them to Qingdao to exchange them, pay attention to safety. In addition, you will go to see Director Wei tonight, tell me my name, and bring those two bottles of raw juice."

The next day.

Su Cheng drove his jeep and came to the oil field office with his chubby eyes.

Also the deputy director, Wei Kong's status is much higher because of managing the tertiary industry company. Not only does he have his own generous office, but he also has a full-time secretary. When he saw the two, he smiled.

Wei Kong was still like a white-faced scholar. He led the two into the office and congratulated Su Cheng first, and then smiled and said, "You are still guessing when you will come. I just asked the secretary to sort out the information about the waste oil well. Look, if you like it, tell me directly."

He spread a map on his desk, marking the location of the waste oil well, and there were dense red dots, afraid that there were as many as two or three hundred.

Next to it is a notebook with more detailed information on equipment, average output, etc.

Xiaopang suddenly felt nervous and breathing rapidly, and his eyes were unconsciously looking at Su Cheng.

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Chapter completed!