After passing by a church, they arrived at a small farm nearby.
The owners of the farm were a young couple called Sang Dai.
"Good evening," the young man named Marcus Sandai asked curiously as he watched the group of people carrying their luggage arrive at his farm.
"May I know who you are?"”
Old Smith glanced at the sun that was about to disappear. Then, he said with a smile,
"I'm John Smith. This is my son, Harvey Smith. The others are my companions. We're here to hunt quail!”
"Hunting quails?!" Marcus Sande was slightly surprised.
Because of its vast land and sparse population, the Eaglejam Nation was extremely rich in resources and all kinds of wild animals were everywhere.
Hunting wolves, foxes, and quails were all the favorite hunting activities of cowboys.
However, it was rare to see a group of more than ten people like Old Smith.
If it weren't for the two children in the team, he would have guessed that these people were bandits.
"Do you need some goat's milk? Gentlemen!" Marcus Sande asked.
Because it was a little far from the train tracks, there were very few outsiders in this small town called Little Boston,
so there was no need to think about coffee or anything elegant.
"Give us some goat's milk!”Old Smith nodded.
Hence, Sang Dai walked towards a dilapidated wooden house and quickly took out a wooden pot.
After taking a few gulps, Li Zixuan finally felt his dry lips become moist.
Harvey, whose face was red as he walked, was panting heavily.
As for the bodyguards, they were fine.
After a short rest, the Sang Dai couple invited them to dinner in the evening.
The simple stewed potatoes and fried fish were not sumptuous at all.
Obviously, the Sang Dai couple were far worse off than the old Smith farm owner. The main
reason was that the land here was salty and barren.
Just like that, they rested at the Sang Dai Farm for a night.
Everyone packed their luggage and carried their shotguns, pretending to go out to hunt quails.
Under Li Zixuan's lead, the group arrived at a small hill.
According to the Sang Dai couple last night, there was a small earthquake here half a month ago.
On the hill, Li Zixuan followed the coordinates and finally found a crack that was completely blocked by pitch-black liquid.
"It's here!" Li Zixuan said happily when he saw the pitch-black thing
.
Thus, the mining expert, Plain View, took a branch and stirred it in the dark and sticky liquid.
Immediately, a ball of black liquid rolled up on the branch.
The Blaze Brothers 'H.W. Blaze immediately lit a match.
When the match touched the black liquid, it burned violently.
As the flames on the branches burned, everyone was overjoyed.
Because they all knew that they were rich. There was really oil here, and according to the mining expert, Plainview, the land with this surface oil was almost certainly rich in oil.
It was very likely that there were huge oil fields within a radius of tens of kilometers.
Since he knew all this, the next step was obvious.
Old Smith and his group arrived at Isabella County's real estate agency.
A middle-aged man greeted Li Zixuan and the others.
"Good morning. May I be of service to you?”
The middle-aged man asked curiously.
"
Of course," Li Zixuan said."We plan to buy some land to hunt quails. I wonder if this place can help us!"”
"Quail Hunt!" The middle-aged man was dumbfounded.
At this moment, Old Smith took out a map of Isabella County's Little Boston. Li Zixuan took out a pen and drew a circle on the map
."We want this place. Most of it is unowned wasteland, and the rest are small farm owners. I hope you can help us take over all these lands!"”
Seeing the circle drawn by Li Zixuan, the middle-aged white man thought for a moment and said,
"Four dollars per acre. I can help you get all the land!"”
In this era, an acre of land in the Eagle Jam Nation was only four dollars, while an acre of land in the flower plantation was equivalent to six acres of land.
However, even though it was already so cheap, Old Smith still frowned and said,
"The price is too expensive. Even the best land in San Francisco is only four dollars per acre. Most of the land here is saline-tolerant. According to this kind of land, two dollars per acre is about right!”
In the end, after bargaining, the agent accepted the purchase price of three dollars per acre.
The land that Li Zixuan had marked out was also the land with the most oil, which was as high as 10,000 acres, according to the mining expert, Plainview.
This meant that the price of the land alone exceeded 30,000 US dollars.
In addition, they also needed to invest about 10,000 US dollars in oil extraction equipment.
In the end, Li Zixuan's trip to the oil town required more than 40,000 USD.
The Smith family was prepared to take 20% of the shares. This was already agreed upon before they came.
After all, Old Smith was in charge of all the preparation work. He would have to stay with Harvey for a while in the future.
He could only leave when the ordered oil extraction equipment was brought and the oil production was stable.
Although 20% of the shares was indeed a lot, Li Zixuan felt that it was worth it when he thought about the hardship that the Smith family had to pay.
After everything was settled, the mining expert, Plainview, suggested,
"Mr. Li, we still need to build a pipeline to Huinimi Port or Sao Paolo. It's best to cooperate with Standard Oil to maximize the benefits!”
"Thank you, I will consider it, Mr. Plainview!”
Li Zixuan nodded.
It was true that the amount of money needed to play with oil was huge.
If they didn't cooperate with a big oil company, even the Li family and the Smith family couldn't afford it.
However, everything had to wait until they could actually extract oil.
Just two days later, after paying 30,000 US dollars, a 10,000-acre oil field belonged to the Li family.
Half a month later, as the mining equipment arrived one after another,
good news came one after another. Just one well was drilled, causing oil to erupt.
According to experts 'estimates, the oil reserves of this oil field were estimated to be as high as 50 million tons.
Although the price of oil was not high in this era where cars were not invented, 50 million tons of oil reserves were still worth tens of millions of US dollars.
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