This shipment of oil is worth approximately US$10 million at the current price. Du Fei's purchase price, even including freight, is only US$1.5 million.
The rest is all profit, and Du Fei can get 30% of it, which is about 2.5 million.
And two such oil tankers would leave the Persian port every day, and Du Fei could get more than five million US dollars, which is more than 100 million US dollars a month!
This is only a small part of the entire market.
At this time, Du Fei completely understood why America was so keen on provoking wars everywhere, especially in the Middle East.
Without him, it would be so profitable!
What's more important is that this money is completely stupid, and those people can put it into their own pockets with peace of mind, without any legal risks. As for moral risks... they have no morals at all, let alone worry.
Meanwhile, the Royal Gardens by the sea in Kuching.
When Du Fei received the news that the oil tanker had safely left the Persian port, he couldn't help but smile.
The successful departure of the oil tanker from Persia shows that the entire plan has been 90% successful. No one can prevent this cargo of oil from being converted into US dollars.
Chen Fangshi on the side is also refreshed. As the great steward of Kuching and even the entire Borneo, Chen Fangshi is now very proud.
Not only did Teacher Wang give him another daughter last year, but with Ozhou's actions in Papua, Du Fei had to deal with the pressure and began to reconsider the integration of the original Indo Federation.
Once officially implemented, Chen Fangshi will almost certainly become the prime minister of the new federation.
Chen Fangshi took out a document and sent it to Du Fei: "This is the oil distribution plan for the next three months..."
Du Fei took it and glanced at it.
This oil distribution plan includes not only oil coming out of Persia, but also local oil production in Nanyang.
Although the cost of extraction is slightly higher than that of Babylon and Persia, Du Fei controls all the oil production in the southern South China Sea, with a daily output of approximately 600,000 barrels, which is equivalent to one-eighth of Babylon and one-tenth of Persia.
This income alone can exceed 20 million US dollars a day after oil prices soar.
Du Fei glanced at it, frowned slightly, handed the document back and said: "Everything else is fine, except Yizhou, cut it in half, and I want them to increase money."
Chen Fangshi understood that Du Fei had been suppressing the industrial development of Yizhou. Oil, as the blood of industry, must be restricted.
Before the war between Babylon and Persia broke out, Yizhou could purchase oil from other sources.
But after the war broke out, the impact was not only the skyrocketing oil prices, but also the sharp decline in exports between the two countries, creating a gap.
Some people can buy it, and some people can't.
…
More than a month later, the war between Babylon and Persia has no intention of stopping. Both sides are eager to kill each other to relieve their hatred.
On the contrary, the popularity of Afhan, who had been dominating the headlines before, began to decrease.
On the surface, the Soviet army has completed its occupation there and established a new pro-Moscow government.
Although there were battles with local guerrillas, they did not cause particularly heavy losses to the Soviet army.
But everyone knows that it is a powder keg with a fuse that has been lit.
I don't know when it suddenly exploded.
Du Fei is happy every day. In the past few days, oil futures have risen to 40 US dollars a barrel, and the price is still on the rise.
As long as the war between Babylon and Persia does not end, it is difficult for oil prices to fall significantly.
After a month of running-in, the number of oil tankers coming out of Persia has reached the level of three per day, and the frequency is still increasing slowly.
Depending on Persia's production and the number of tankers Dufy can mobilize, the shipping volume will probably eventually reach 900,000 barrels per day.
At this time, in a luxury hotel in Lijiapo.
A handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes had just checked in carrying a very elegant suitcase.
The light-colored suit paired with leather shoes and jeans made him look exactly like a Hollywood movie star.
However, the young man's true identity is a ClA agent.
The young man's room is located on the fifth floor of the hotel. He takes the elevator up, steps on the red carpet, and is led by the waiter to the door of the room.
The young man politely thanked the waiter and walked into the hotel room. He turned around and was about to close the door when the door opposite suddenly opened and a woman with long brown hair walked out and said with a smile: "Hey, Ethan, long time no see."
The young man frowned: "Diana? Why are you here?"
A woman named Diana walked out of the room, walked directly to Ethan, and grabbed his tie frivolously: "We haven't seen you for so long, why don't you invite me in for a drink? I'm sorry I've been thinking about you, my little pumpkin~
"
Ethan frowned even more, took a step back, and said warily: "This joke is not funny at all."
Diana curled her lips and walked in. She sat down on the sofa and said, "Don't be so nervous. After all, we were once partners."
Ethan said: "You also said that it was once."
The woman pretended: "I'm really sad when you say that."
Ethan was unmoved and said: "Okay, just say what you want to do, otherwise don't waste everyone's time."
Diana put away her smile, got up from the sofa, spread her hands and said: "Okay, if you insist on this, then tell me~ Why are you here? If I remember correctly, you should be on a mission in the Middle East.
, you shouldn’t be here at this time.”
Ethan said expressionlessly: "I don't need to report to you where I am going. Also, I remind you, Miss Diana, my mission authority is higher than yours."
Diana narrowed her eyes slightly, flashing a dangerous cold light, and chuckled: "Of course, but as a friend, I would like to remind you that this is not the Middle East. I hope you don't cause trouble, and let us wipe your ass when the time comes."
Ethan said: "Don't worry about it."
Diana said as she walked out: "Then I wish you good luck."
With a "bang" sound, the door closed.
Diana did not go back to the room opposite, but took the elevator straight downstairs and got into a Nanyang car in the parking lot.
This kind of "Nanyang brand" car is actually a "BMW" car assembled in the Kuching factory, using the local brand in Nanyang.
Nanyang itself does not have the ability to produce cars, and all cars are imported.
Du Fei borrowed the Nanyang Trade Alliance to directly increase the tax cost of imported cars, and then used the price advantage to finally capture nearly 30% of the market share among Japanese people.
Diana got into the car.
A slightly bald middle-aged man sat in the car and immediately asked: "Have you seen him?"
Diana said "hmm" and said angrily: "I told you earlier, this person is a fool."
The middle-aged man frowned and said nothing, started the car directly and left the parking lot.
At this time, Ethan stood by the window of the hotel, watching the car leave expressionlessly, then turned to the phone and dialed a number: "Hey, it's me... Yes, they were here just now...
…I understand…don’t worry…”
Putting down the phone, Ethan's eyes were filled with determination.
At the same time, Du Fei received a long-distance call from America: "Correction, this is your problem. I hope you can solve it as soon as possible without affecting our cooperation... Now is the most critical time. I
We also found a way to mobilize fourteen oil tankers, so that three oil tankers can leave Persia every day, loading one million barrels of oil...Okay, of course I can help, if you don't mind..."
On the other hand, Ethan rested for a few hours.
It was almost evening, so I left the hotel where I was staying, called a taxi, and gave me an address.
The taxi driver is a local man about forty years old with dark skin. He speaks good English, smiles, and nods.
Ethan was polite, but there was a flash of contempt in his eyes. He had looked down on Oriental people since he was a child. Whether it was Oriental or flowers and fruits, he couldn't tell the difference at all.
But before they had driven far, there was a sudden "bang" sound, and a bicycle suddenly jumped out from in front of the taxi. The driver did not dodge in a hurry, and there was a collision between the two parties.
The bicycle fell to the ground, and the taxi driver got out of the car cursing and went to check.
Ethan sat in the car and couldn't help but frown.
Just now, he was thinking about the next meeting with someone. He was startled by the sudden accident and subconsciously looked out the window.
It seemed like an ordinary accident, but the instinct of an agent made him feel that it was not that simple.
At this moment, a man suddenly came to the taxi and opened the door.
Ethan was very vigilant. He instantly pulled out his gun and pointed it at the car door on the left. At the same time, he moved his body to the right and was ready to get out of the car at any time.
The visitor smiled and said: "Mr. Hunter, don't be nervous."
The person who came was a Huaguo man in his thirties. He smiled and showed his hands, indicating that he had no weapons.
Ethan did not lower his gun, but said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
The visitor took advantage of the situation and got into the taxi lane: "Let me meet you. My name is Wang Benzhong. I belong to the Third Branch, Fifth Brigade, Special Investigation Bureau, Kuching."
Ethan's expression was serious. He was no stranger to the Kuching Special Investigation Bureau. It was the largest intelligence agency with the largest number of people in the Nanyang area.
As for why the other party came to him, it seemed understandable. The appearance of Diana just now meant that his whereabouts had been exposed.
It's just that he didn't expect that the other party would appear in front of him so openly.
Wang Benzhong got into the car, glanced at the gun in the other person's hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Hunter, I don't mean any harm. Don't let the gun go off."
Ethan was unmoved. Although he was young, he was an elite in his field and would not let down his guard just because of a few words from a stranger.
Although according to the situation, the other party does not seem to want to use force, otherwise he would not meet him alone.
"What do you want to do?" Ethan was a little curious about the other party's purpose.
Wang Benzhong said: "It's nothing, I just want to help Mr. Hunter complete this mission."
Ethan's heart trembled: "What do you mean?"
Wang Benzhong said: "Don't be nervous. Isn't the purpose of your coming to Nanyang this time to investigate the Persian oil matter?"
Ethan's expression became more serious and he said in a deep voice: "Diana told you that?"
Wang Benzhong chuckled and said: "Mr. Hunter, there is no need to trick me. Now there is an opportunity. You can go directly to Kuching. There are all the results you want to investigate. How about it? Do you have the courage?"
Ethan didn't expect that the other party would make such a request, but he felt a little tangled in his heart.
Of course he knew that the root of everything was in Kuching, but when the other party opened the door directly for him to go, he was a little worried whether there was any conspiracy.
Wang Benzhong raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said with a faint smile: "You have half a minute to think about it. I will get off the car and leave in half a minute. There are still twenty-five seconds..."
Ethan pursed his lips tightly, his brain spinning rapidly, trying to figure out the other party's true intentions.
However, as the hands of the clock ticked, there was no clue.
Until the time was up, Wang Benzhong smiled: "It seems that Mr. Hunter hasn't made up his mind yet, so just pretend I haven't been here today. See you next time."
After saying that, regardless of whether Ethan still had a gun in his hand, he got out of the back seat of the taxi.
Seeing the other person leave as soon as he said it, Ethan realized that this was not just what he said, and at the same time, an idea came to his mind that if he let this person go today, he would definitely regret it.
As soon as this thought flashed across his mind, Ethan suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute~ I'll go with you."
Wang Benzhong smiled, as if he had long been sure that he would make such a choice.
Immediately, Ethan got out of the car and got into another black car behind with Wang Benzhong.
The car started and headed straight to the airport.
Wang Benzhong took Ethan on a small plane and arrived in Kuching just a few hours later.
After getting off the plane, Wang Benzhong looked at his watch: "Mr. Hunter, this time is not suitable. I'm going to make a call first. If the leader hasn't rested yet, you can go directly there now, otherwise you have to wait until tomorrow morning."
At this time, Ethan was still a little confused.
Originally, according to his plan, he planned to collect intelligence and evidence in Lijiapo first, and then choose the right time to come to Kuching.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived in Lijiapo, someone would bring me here overnight.
He took a deep breath, not sure if this was a blessing or a curse.
After waiting for a few minutes, Wang Benzhong came back and said with a smile: "Mr. Hunter, you are lucky. The leader knows you are here and is waiting for you."
Ethan is still not sure who the 'leader' in Wang Benzhong's words is.
But he didn't ask, since the answer would be revealed soon.
The two left the airport by car and soon arrived in Kuching city.
Sitting in the car, Ethan couldn't help being surprised.
This was the first time he came to Nanyang. In his impression, this was a barbaric and backward place, with people wearing clothes made of banana leaves and even terrifying cannibals.
However, at this time, he saw the bright lights in Kuching city.
Because the power generation is sufficient and the electricity price is very cheap, at night all the neon lights in the city light up, and some landmark buildings are directly illuminated by high-power searchlights, which look particularly majestic at night. In Ethan's opinion, the night view of the city is not inferior.
In the big cities of America.
If this was a European city or an Oriental city, he wouldn't be surprised, but this is Nanyang!
There were not many cars on the road at night, and we quickly arrived at the Royal Parliament Building.
This building, which symbolizes the center of power in Kuching, is illuminated by more than a dozen searchlights around it.
There are many people working the night shift inside, and the lights are on in the office.
Wang Benzhong drove the car to the parking lot and walked straight in with Ethan.