Hello, 1983

With such a large number of technical talents going abroad, even if Maozi's side is messed up, it will definitely be noticed by the relevant departments.

Liu Qingshan is of course aware of this. If the Immigration Bureau does not approve or apply for a visa, then there will be no joy.

The solution is not difficult. One is to pass it in stages and batches. This takes time, and Liu Qingshan is too lazy to wait.

The most straightforward way, of course, is to send someone to the immigration office to say hello.

Jiang Shuichang is more suitable for this kind of thing. He has been here for several years and is familiar with the land.

Liu Qingshan prepared $100,000 for him to say hello, and it would not be easy to just rely on words.

Boss, you don't need so much, you can get it for 10,000 yuan. Lao Jiang took out a pile of it and put it in his pocket.

When he comes back, things will be done neatly, and the more than 500 technicians can be notified to go to the immigration bureau to go through the formalities, all of which are three-year visas.

Liu Qingshan also shook his head straightly: Is this guy crazy?

It takes time to apply for a visa, and Liu Qingshan is not in a hurry. Now that the time has entered May, there is finally some warmth here.

The river froze, the grass sprouts, and Liu Qingshan has nothing to do. He goes fishing with a fishing rod every day, so leisurely.

Maozi's land is vast and sparsely populated, and fish resources should not be too abundant.

Gongqingcheng guards the Amur River, which is the big river on the Sino-Russian border. They call it the Amur River.

Liu Qingshan threw the hook into the water, and began to bite the hook frequently. When he caught a smaller one, he put it back into the river.

Now that spring has just started here, Kaijiang fish is still very fresh.

Li Tie Niu didn't have the patience to fish, so he got a cage and threw it into the river, specializing in small fish, saying that he wanted to get it back to make fish sauce.

Li Tie sat on the edge of the birch forest not far away, keeping vigilance.

Looks like a big fish has come.

Liu Qingshan snorted, and then Li Tie stood up, only to see a few people walking down the road, and two cars parked on the side of the road.

Boss, how's the harvest? Oh, you, this Aohua is estimated to weigh four kilograms, amazing!

It was Jiang Shuichang who led the way. He was also an old fisherman. He led the arsonists and worked by the Longjiang River for more than a year.

Aohua is a mandarin fish. It is one of the three flowers and five Luos here. It tastes the most delicious. Unfortunately, it grows slowly, and it is not bad for one or two pounds.

Liu Qingshan also nodded cheerfully: Go back to the steaming, just in time for you to show your hand, Lao Jiang.

After he finished speaking, he looked at the few people Jiang Shuichang brought. They were all dressed in suits, serious, and their faces were from East Asia, but they didn't know whether they were from an island country or South Korea.

Jiang Shuichang introduced: Boss, this is Mr. Park Jung-ho from South Korea.

It is the abbreviation of the national oil company over there. Liu Qingshan understood as soon as he heard it, and it was also for oil.

These days, he has received several batches of such guests, and even people from the island country.

Whether it is an island country or South Korea, because of limited land, basically no oil is produced.

However, these two countries have relatively developed industries and consume a lot of oil.

Take South Korea, for example, which consumes millions of barrels of oil every day and is the fifth largest oil importer in the world.

Their oil is mainly imported from the oil-producing countries in West Asia and transported by tankers.

The other party found the Katyusha firm, of course, to import crude oil.

And this kind of thing is Liu Qingshan's idea, so he was brought here by Lao Jiang.

So Liu Qingshan smiled and stretched out his hand: Mr. Park, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Park Zhenghao bowed first, then shook hands, and said in stick-flavored English: Mr. Mountain, I have been looking forward to you for a long time, and I take the liberty to visit. I hope you will forgive me.

Liu Qingshan smiled: Mr. Park has a good time. At noon, we can taste fresh fish together.

It's a great honor. Park Zhenghao couldn't help but feel joy in his heart. He thought that what Liu Qingshan's invitation represented.

It was still early, and Liu Qingshan was not in a hurry to go back. He found a fishing rod and handed it to Park Zhenghao.

The two sat not far from each other and went fishing together.

Lao Jiang was also a little addicted. He rummaged through the fishing gear in Liu Qingshan's car, and there was actually a fishing net, so he happily began to cast the net.

This is a technical job, and Liu Qingshan can't, so the fishing net is still new.

But when it came to Lao Jiang's hands, it was different. I saw him grabbing the fishing net and slowly reaching up by the river, observing the fish in the water.

Suddenly, the body rushed forward two steps, the fishing net was thrown out, stretched into a standard circle in the air, and fell into the water with a soft swoosh.

Lao Jiang skillfully collected the net, and when he pulled the net to the shore, two big red-tailed carp were soon shaken out.

Liu Qingshan wasn't idle either. When he picked up the fishing rod, he caught a small fish half a foot long.

Liu Qingshan shook his head, picked the fish, and threw it back into the water, with a squeak in his mouth: It's too small, there's no meat.

On the other hand, Park Zhenghao also gained something. When he lifted the pole, he made a buzzing sound, and then the pole completed a scary arc.

What a big fish!

Park Zhenghao cheered, and then he heard a crisp sound from Kacha and the rod was slightly broken. He was instantly disappointed and shook his head again and again.

At this time, Liu Qingshan's voice came: The fish is too big to catch. It's better to do what you can.

Park Zhenghao was stunned when he said this: What do you mean?

Liu Qingshan also began to pack up the fishing gear, while Li Tie and Li Tieniu took out the cooking utensils from the car and processed the fresh fish they caught by the river.

Lao Jiang was in charge of steaming the fish, while Li Tie started grilling the fish.

Li Tieniu really made a plate of small fish sauce, but thanks to Maozi's side, he could still get the authentic Northeastern soybean paste.

This was brought by Lao Jiang and the others, but Maozi didn't have it.

The spring is in full bloom, and everyone sits by the river and starts a pleasant lunch.

Liu Qingshan sandwiched a piece of steamed aohua, the fish was white, and the mouth was tender, and he couldn't help but praise it.

Mr. Mountain, I respect you. Park Zhenghao picked up the wine glass, touched Liu Qingshan lightly, and then complimented:

A few years ago, Mr. Mountain's art troupe went to our country to perform. I was fortunate to watch it live. It was so wonderful. A piece of Da Jang Geum is still echoing in my ears to this day.

Liu Qingshan smiled: Mr. Park, are you here for crude oil?

He also didn't want to go around in circles with each other, so he went straight to the point.

Park Zhenghao nodded his head vigorously: I also ask Mr. Mountain to help me a lot. I heard that you are planning to build an oil pipeline. In this case, if we can cooperate with you, it will be beneficial to both parties.

Liu Qingshan shook his head slightly: Our crude oil will be supplied to the domestic market first, I'm afraid there will be no excess share.

In Liu Qingshan's plan, the underground oil is not busy mining, and the more valuable it goes, the more valuable it is.

As for the supply to South Korea, he is even less interested.

After being politely rejected, Park Zhenghao thought that Liu Qingshan was trying to bargain, so he said sincerely:

Mr. Mountain, please rest assured that the price we give is absolutely fair. The price range is between $15 and $20, and it will never be lower than $15.

The international crude oil price is dynamic. In the past two years, it is basically the range that Park Zhenghao said.

After a few decades, the price of a barrel of oil will be over a hundred.

As for the cost of exploitation, the cost of oil wells in Siberia is slightly higher. The current cost of each barrel of oil is about five dollars, and the profit margin is very large.

This is also a no-brainer. Who is it that a country like South Korea does not produce oil by itself?

Mr. Park, it's not about the price. Liu Qingshan smiled and continued to refuse.

Park Zhenghao was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand: he took the initiative to send money, but he still didn't accept it.

One of his assistants couldn't help but interject: Mr. Mountain, are you prejudiced against our Korean nation?

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: Of course not, I also have very good friends in South Korea, such as Mr. Choi Minho, and we have cooperated for many years.

Park Zhenghao hurriedly glared at his assistant: Mr. Mountain and Mr. Cui have collaborated on several historical novels. It can be seen that Mr. Mountain is a friend of our Korean nation. I will apologize to Mr. Mountain immediately.

In the past few years, Cui Jinzhu has completely enlightened, wrote several historical novels, and two of them have been remade into TV series, and has become a hot novelist in South Korea.

When Cui Jinzhu signed his name, he always put Uncle Liu Qingshan in the front.

Liu Qingshan smiled and waved his hand: It's mainly our own country, which is developing rapidly, and the demand for crude oil is huge. We ourselves are insufficient in supply, and we are powerless.

A few days ago, there was Xiaori, an island company with a good life, who came to buy crude oil. I haven't seen them at all, so I said that I have been very sincere to you, a wonderful South Korean company.

Say hello, Li Tie Niu couldn't help it, he almost laughed out loud.

Liu Qingshan said these words in Chinese, so Park Zhenghao wanted to translate, and of course the translation was normal.

After hearing this, Park Zhenghao also got up and thanked Liu Qingshan. No matter what, this has given them enough face, and compared with the experience of the islanders, it is already much better.

After sitting down again, Park Zhenghao continued: Mr. Mountain, I also heard that you also have business dealings with some banks in order to acquire oil resources in Siberia.

Actually, we also very much hope to be able to invest in your oil wells. I wonder if Mr. Mountain is interested in cooperating in this area?

When the old Jiang on the side heard it, he was quite moved. He knew better than that, whether Katyusha firm or Liu Qingshan were all short of money.

But looking at the boss, he didn't say anything, and the old Jiang didn't interrupt.

Park Zhenghao continued: Mr. Mountain, we are very sincere and can put up at least 10 billion US dollars to buy shares.

Ten billion!

The old ginger couldn't help but widen his eyes.

On the one hand, they feel that these guys are really rich, on the other hand, they are amazed at the huge value of oil resources.

As a result, Jiang couldn't hold back and asked, Mr. Park, how many shares are you going to buy with this money?

Twenty percent. Park Zhenghao finally regained some confidence.

The old Jiang sucked in the air and looked at Liu Qingshan eagerly: Boss, promise them!