"We are husband and wife, I contract all the oil supply. Then I will give you the best price."

"This is the offer from Shell and Exxon, you can see it yourself!"

"good."

Zhang Yong brought the report.

Smacking his tongue secretly.

I feel that I have missed countless opportunities to make a fortune before.

Airline gasoline is so expensive!

A barrel costs eight dollars!

One barrel is about 200 liters.

"In New Jersey, a barrel of crude oil costs less than a dollar. But it costs more than three dollars to refine it into aviation gasoline. The price is doubled when transported to us from abroad. It is nearly eight dollars a barrel." Song Ziyu was very upset.

Such high aviation gasoline occupies a very high cost. Not to mention training, it is expensive every time you go out!

The reason why Chennard chose to form a mercenary aviation team was actually to omit the training step. Otherwise, the fuel consumption was really large and the National Air Force could not bear it at all. Instead of training on its own, it would be better to pick up ready-made ones.

It cannot be said to be completely wrong.

It can only be said that reality is heartbreaking.

Without a systematic training system and enough time, it is impossible to train qualified pilots in batches.

An intellectual young man cannot fight in heaven without five years from entering the aviation school.

Without corresponding technology, God will die.

It means that all the previous training costs are in vain.

Time waits for no one. There is no way to hire foreign pilots.

In the late Japanese invaders and late Germans, there were still planes, but they were unable to supply qualified pilots. In the end, they were defeated.

"I only need three dollars a barrel. Delivery to my door."

"real?"

"certainly!"

Zhang Yong answered with certainty.

Many oils were free before.

Of course, it may be in the eyes of the bald man and his wife that they were both made by Sicilians.

There must be a fee to pay. It’s just that Zhang Yong is responsible for the payment.

In the past, Zhang Yong did not calculate carefully and did not pay attention to this matter. But now it is different. Since he is a mercenary, he must calculate it clearly.

Per barrel of airline gasoline, calculated at three dollars, is already very, very cheap.

Delivery to your door. 500 barrels a day. It's $1,500.

It's $45,000 per month.

It's more than half a million dollars a year.

Huh?

Not many, it seems?

Well, this is just the private money given to the main palace.

More than 500,000 US dollars a year, it’s almost done. Then you can make money and you can earn more...

"What is the budget the lady gave?"

"The oil is $500,000 a year. It cannot be overspent."

"It's almost done. Where is the money?"

“My account.”

"Okay, I'll arrange 500 barrels of air petrol every day and deliver it directly to the terminal."

“That fee…”

"You open another account and transfer it to another account."

"I?"

"Yes. Open an account with your name. I won't use it."

"Then, there is also the ammunition fee..."

"Give it all to me!"

Zhang Yong brought all the price lists.

First find what you can solve. What you can solve is wrong. It is the system that can solve it.

The system can supply various types of ammunition, free of charge, and the money can also fall into your own pocket.

The oil, ammunition, and medicines are all done.

What is left is labor costs and food costs. This cannot be replaced.

Huh?

It seems like you've made a lot of money?

The key is to clearly mark the price. There is no deception.

Even if you settle at the lowest price, you will get a lot of income a year.

There is a way to make money...

Of course, this matter cannot be made public.

Even Song Ziyu can't tell the truth.

She just needs to know that she paid for the subsidy.

“Will there be too many?”

Sure enough, Song Ziyu began to worry.

More than one million US dollars a year. Where can Zhang Yong do it?

"It's okay to lose a little."

Zhang Yong shook his head. His words were sincere and his feelings were sincere.

Song Ziyu must believe that he is really losing money.

Then he accidentally cried to his wife for poverty, which made him look like Zhang Yong’s loyal and righteous.

You can't show your wealth at any time!

"All right!"

Song Ziyu was very moved.

Suddenly I wanted to get married soon.

This will give it to him.

"By the way, how are our stock investments?" Zhang Yong staggered the topic.

"It seems that there is no change." Song Ziyu replied, "The trend is very stable. You don't make any profit or lose. You keep pressing."

"Wait a few more months. There will be changes in a few months.

"OK."

Song Ziyu said he listened to her completely.

She actually didn't understand many things. She did it according to his requirements.

Zhang Yong wanted to speak but stopped. A staff member came outside.

"Report!"

"Come in!"

"Specialist, Chief Gu of the Third War Zone called you to call."

"Three War Zones?"

"Yes."

"good."

Zhang Yong then said goodbye and went to answer the phone.

Gu Zhutong? What's the matter?

Back to the office.
To be continued...