Resource Tycoon Reborn

Chapter 515 Dudley is coming to China

The Cowser Manor, which had been dormant for a long time due to the war, welcomed a group of guests today. The leader was naturally Prince Abdullah and Prince Maktoum, followed by several reporters from Western media.

Behind them is a construction team, nominally, to clean up the ruined Cosell Manor. In fact, the two of them will officially verify Fang Mingyuan's prophecy today."

"Maktoum, do you think there will really be a spring there?" Prince Abdullah asked uneasily.

"Alas..." Prince Maktoum sighed and said, "Abdullah, this is the twenty-first time you have asked today, and the ninety-seventh time in the past three days!"

Prince Abdullah looked embarrassed. He also knew that he was a little obsessed with this spring. But this cannot be blamed on him. Who would let Kuwait today, let alone find another place with a daily water discharge volume in Kuwait?

It is very difficult to find a spring of more than 100 cubic meters, or even a spring of tens of cubic meters. And it is still in the Kausair Manor, a manor of great historical significance to the Kuwaiti royal family. If it is said that it can really be found this time

The spring is also an auspicious sign for the Kuwaitis who have just experienced the war. And whoever finds the spring will also gain great political benefits.

Prince Maktoum looked at him with pity, but he also understood that this was the Kauser Manor in Kuwait. If it were in the Emirate of Dubai, I am afraid that he would not be much better than the current Prince Abdullah.

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"May God bless you!" Prince Abdullah prayed devoutly.

The construction team entered the Cosell Manor and, under the guidance of the construction team foreman, began to clean up the ruins of the small building in the Cosell Manor. After the house is cleaned up, the small building will be rebuilt according to the original drawings. Prince Abdullah and Prince Maktoum

Then he took the head of the construction team and reporters and walked deeper into the manor.

Prince Abdullah and Prince Maktoum pretended to admire the scenery in the manor, chatting with the Western reporters until they walked to the three date palm trees that Fang Mingyuan mentioned.

Prince Abdullah looked at the three date palm trees up and down, admiring them with admiration. Then he asked the construction team to transplant the three date palm trees into his palace.

Although this request was somewhat unexpected, this Western engineering and construction company, which has been doing work in the Middle East for a long time, has long been accustomed to the unusual demands of these Middle Eastern royal members, so with a single order, the construction team mobilized manpower and

Machinery began to dig around three date palm trees.

This is not a project that can be completed in a short time. In order to ensure the survival of these three trees, there is a lot of work to be done before and after transplantation.

At Prince Maktoum's suggestion, the group of them found a shady place where they could see the transplant process without being affected, and set up tables and chairs.

"His Royal Highness Prince Abdullah, as far as I know, the Kaosel Manor seems to be owned by Fudi Petroleum Holdings Company. When was it transferred to your name?" A curious reporter couldn't help but ask. Kaosel

Before Iraq invaded Kuwait, the manor was the headquarters of Forte Oil Holdings, which is no secret in Kuwait.

"Reporter Doom, the Cowsell Manor does not belong to me, but to a good friend of Prince Maktoum and I. He got the Cowsell Manor from Fudi Oil Holdings not long ago. This time I

I came because I was entrusted by him to rebuild this place as his future residence in Kuwait. Hey, isn't that Mr. Dudliwe?" Prince Abdullah pointed not far away. Everyone followed his finger.

Looking in the direction, I saw the figure of Dudliwe, the plenipotentiary representative of Forte Oil Holding Company in Kuwait.

Dudliwe also saw Prince Abdullah and the others at this time, and walked over with a smile. After greeting everyone one by one, he pulled up a chair and sat down beside them.

"His Royal Highness Prince Abdullah, what are they doing?" Dudliwe pointed at the three date palm trees and asked in confusion.

"Abdullah took a fancy to these three date palm trees and wanted to transplant them into his own palace." Prince Maktoum smiled.

"Hey, Prince Abdullah has good eyesight!" Dudley said with a thumbs up, "Fang also likes these three trees very much." Prince Abdullah and Prince Maktoum exchanged glances with each other.

"Mr. Dudley, I heard that your company is facing a comprehensive takeover by BP. I wonder what you think about this?" reporter Doom asked. This matter has been the most concerning thing in the world's oil industry recently.

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"British Petroleum, I admit, is indeed a behemoth for our Forte Petroleum Holdings Company. But! This does not mean that we will succumb to this. This is like the Spanish Armada back then. To us, the British Navy

It is also a behemoth, but did our heroic British navy retreat? If they had retreated and surrendered, would there still be an empire on which the sun never sets in the future?" Dudley said impassionedly.

As we all know, the British defeated the Spanish Armada before they gained maritime hegemony and gradually became a world power. Although their influence is not as strong as before, no one can ignore it.

Reporter Doom recorded the sound on the paper.

"In order to achieve this goal, BP used despicable means in an attempt to control the crude oil imports of our Fudi Petroleum Holdings Company from the source and cut off our supply. However, the world is so big, BP can control the Middle East

, he can also block all oil export channels around the world?" Dudliwe said with disdain.

"Mr. Dudley, what do you mean..." The reporters present immediately raised their ears.

"Hehe, you will all know in a few days!" Dudliwei pretended to be silent and kept silent.

Which of these journalists who can come to Kuwait to interview the country where the war has just extinguished will be a fuel-saving lamp. Naturally, they will understand that something unknown must have happened. The acquisition of Fudi Oil Holdings by BP is a matter of course.

What seemed to be a sure thing has changed again! So these people left the table one after another to find a place to contact the headquarters.

"Has the contract been signed?" Prince Abdullah asked casually.

"Officially signed in Moscow last night, they can completely make up for the gap in our oil imports. BP's conspiracy to block our oil sources has been completely bankrupt!" Dudley said excitedly.

"That's good! Fudi Oil Holdings is also an old oil company and an old friend of us Kuwaitis. We don't want to see you swallowed up by BP, this greedy old crocodile." Abu.

Prince Doula nodded and said.

"Then I haven't seen you really reach out to give us a hand!" Dudliwei cursed.

"Prince Abdullah, I am leaving Kuwait. Coming here this time is also a farewell to His Highness." Dudliwe changed the topic himself.

"Eh? Well, that's right. You have made great contributions and should be promoted. Congratulations!" Prince Abdullah was startled, then said in understanding.

"No, the board of directors intended to promote me, but I resigned from Fudi Petroleum Holdings Company!" Dudliwe said with a wry smile.

"Resigned!" Not only Prince Abdullah was surprised, Prince Maktoum also widened his eyes. This news was too sudden.

"Mr. Dudley, I wonder if you are interested in working for the Emirates Oil Company in Dubai? Life there is much freer and more relaxed than in Kuwait." Prince Maktoum immediately said. Dudley can work in a long-established British company like Forte Petroleum Holdings.

As a representative of an oil company in the Middle East, his ability goes without saying. He has worked for Forte Oil Holdings for many years and has considerable connections. This is what Prince Maktoum values ​​more.

"Marktum, Mr. Dudliwe has been working in Kuwait for many years and has long been accustomed to us. How can he feel that he is not free here." Prince Abdullah glanced at his cousin dissatisfied and said, "Mr. Dudliwe, we in Kuwait

Oil companies are currently short of senior managers like you. I wonder if Mr. Dudley is interested?"

Dudliwe couldn't help laughing, waving his hands and saying: "Your Highnesses, I feel extremely honored to be valued by their Highnesses. However, I am resigning because I have been invited by Fang. I will go to China.

Help him build an oil company from scratch. I think if it succeeds, it will be something I am very proud of!"

Prince Abdullah and Prince Maktoum slapped their foreheads in unison, looking frustrated.

"Almighty God, why did he get the upper hand again!" Prince Abdullah muttered in a low voice.

At this moment, people's exclamations suddenly came from a distance.

Prince Abdullah immediately stood up and looked towards the place where the sound came from, which was where the three date palm trees were.

"Go and see, what happened?" Prince Abdullah said impatiently.

The servant hurriedly ran over and came back soon, panting: "Your Highness, when the construction team was digging the three date palm trees, a lot of water suddenly gushes out of the ground. However, they said that this was not the case.

It's nothing particularly surprising, and it won't affect the transplantation of date palm trees..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a louder noise from the other side, and then, under the watchful eyes of Prince Abdullah and the others, a crystal column of water rose into the sky...