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"Every man likes women," said Watson, the manager, speechlessly. "I even like mature women. Do you really think someone that rich would lack women? While it's true we can pay to have popular actresses make appearances, the other party might not be interested. Why don't you try to seduce him? Maybe he just likes your type."

"Not impossible," the female assistant blinked and pushed out her chest, which was her strong capital. After all, finding such a young billionaire was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

If he was interested in her, she could even dash home to divorce her husband and run off into the wonderful life of a billionaire's wife!

"I really wish your husband could be clear about what's on your mind," the manager Watson retorted.

"The pursuit of a better life is human nature. You have no reason to criticize me like this," the assistant replied.

"OK! We need to take a flight right now. We'll arrive there in fifteen minutes!!" Watson hastily began to pack his luggage.

Allen Zhang did not know what Merlin Oil was planning to do, and even if he did, he wouldn't care because it was unlikely that he would sell all three oil fields to the same company. He took another look at the offers from the other two companies.

Merlin Oil: Hello Mr. Jin, after discussions by our board of directors, based on the current international oil prices, we are willing to purchase the three oil fields located in your Green Field Town manor in Los Angeles, California, for $78 million, $130 million, and $310 million respectively. We can further discuss should you have any concerns.

Blitz Oil: Hello Mr. Jin, after discussions by our board of directors and considering the current international oil prices, we are willing to offer $90 million, $120 million, and $295 million for the purchases respectively. We can further discuss should you have any concerns.

The offers were basically close to their bottom line. After some thought, Allen Zhang sent a reply to both oil companies.

Allen Zhang: I am currently on my way to Green Field Manor Ranch. If your company is interested in closing a deal, I would like to invite representatives to personally inspect the oil wells. I can guarantee the data is accurate, and I also hope your company can give a fair and honest price.

In other words, he was unsatisfied with the price.

Merlin Oil and Blitz Oil, aware that there were other companies bidding, knew the client wouldn't accept the offer outright and immediately replied: We will depart for your manor ranch now, approximately it will take 15-20 minutes.

Allen Zhang: OK. I will wait for your arrival.

He then opened the message from Old Karl, which included several pictures of the site and several iron barrels filled with crude oil.

Old Karl: The oil derricks have already been installed by some folks and are steadily producing oil, but the power consumption is a bit overwhelming. Running the engines at full power, it costs at least hundreds of dollars a day!

Allen Zhang: Just hundreds of dollars for oil worth tens of thousands of dollars, consider yourself lucky.

Old Karl: Guess what? I'm getting ready to sell my oil. A local refinery has contacted me, and there's an oil company too. They are prepared to offer between $76 million and $80 million for my oil field.

Allen Zhang: That price is too low. Based on the current oil prices, two million barrels of crude oil are worth at least $110 million. An offer closer to $95 million would be more reasonable.

Old Karl: So I was waiting for you to come over so we can discuss it. I'm not sure how to negotiate with them myself; being old, I'm prone to losing out. Also, there's an oil company called Lightning that sent me a letter offering to take me to dinner and buy my oil field for $2 million. Have these people got dog crap for brains?

Allen Zhang: Ignore them, they even plan to coerce a sale and think about kidnapping me. I've prepared for such eventualities—they dare come, I dare make them regret it! My people are not to be messed with!

Old Karl: It's good to have you!

After putting away his phone, the General Sect Leader sat in the passenger seat and closed his eyes to rest. Zorro drove the Jeep stably, but as they turned onto a secluded country road, he suddenly noticed something off about the following car.

Through the rear-view mirror, he saw the black Highlander, its windows tinted so darkly that it was impossible to see inside.

Killer instinct told him something was wrong with the car. Zorro immediately drew his handgun and called to the General Sect Leader, "Boss, there is something off about that Highlander behind us; it's got fake plates."

Allen Zhang opened his eyes to glance in the rear-view mirror. Indeed, there was something suspicious about the Highlander. Calmly, he instructed, "Slow down. Let's see what they do."

As he spoke, he also took out a carry bag from under the backseat and pulled out a Bullet-Proof Vest, Hand Grenade, Shock Bomb, and a Victor submachine gun, quickly assembling them.

Zorro hit the brakes, slowing down the Jeep. The Highlander seemed to realize they had been spotted as it pretended to overtake, moving ahead, and creating some distance.

Allen Zhang took out his phone and snapped a photo of the Highlander, then sent it to Carl.

Allen Zhang: I'm being followed on a suburban town road. Help me check this vehicle's information.

A few minutes later, Carl replied: It's a car with fake plates, probably modified, registered under a car rental company in the center of Los Angeles, which is one of the assets owned by some Mexican bosses. The renter is an employee of a private detective agency. Could they be targeting you? You could check their electromagnetic signal trail.