Canteen System Assistance Notes

"Youcha" feels extremely absurd.

Is there any law left here?

That's right, this isn't Fushe. "The law of the land" doesn't exist here. It's the officials, the gunmen, the rich who rule. If you have no power, no money, no guns, I can kill you with my breath! I've been in Fushe for so long, I'm used to it. You thief, it's time to pick up the old ways. If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the wine!

Wow! This old man has quite a bit of money! He even has ivory Buddha amulets! "The soldiers behind him were rummaging through the things frantically," Search again! See if there's anything else hidden. This old sly fellow is so cunning!"

Anger welled up in his chest, and hatred welled up in his heart. "Youcha" rushed forward, grabbed the fat man by the collar, and pulled out a pistol from his waist. The dog tag gun with the muzzle opened was pressed against the fat man's fat head. "You! All! Don't move!"

He grabbed the man's throat. Now that things had come to this, there was no way he could just let it go peacefully!

The situation suddenly changed. The plague soldiers who were still happily looting were stunned, and then shouted like a broken gong: "Brothers, there are communist spies who have kidnapped the commander and are breaking through! Quickly raise your guns!" At this time, you still dare to frame and threaten me?

"No, no, no! No! Hero! Good man!

"Master Jun, Master Tong, Master Juntong! Please spare me, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

The fat officer's legs immediately gave way in fear, and he was about to sit down. Youcha* kicked him, forcing him to his knees. His previous arrogance and superiority were now completely gone. The fat man trembled all over, tears and snot streaming down his face. "I have parents and children to take care of. I hope the commander of the Military Control Commission... Oh, we're one family! One family! We're all one family! One family, don't fight one family! Aww!"

"What communist spy? I'm a fucking communist spy, I would have shot you dead long ago!

"I'm from the Military Control Commission!"

Now, the four plague soldiers holding guns seemed to be afraid, trembling and hesitating.

Misunderstanding, you misunderstanding? You've already got your guns drawn, and you still misunderstand? Don't you know how powerful the Military Control Commission is? Then, the furious "Youcha" pushed the handle forward again: "You! Make them put their guns down first!" With the imminent threat of death, the fat officer seemed to have grasped a lifeline and shouted, "You bastards! Stop it!"

"San'er! Lao San! What nonsense are you talking about?! This is the commander of the Military Control Commission! We all have to obey him!"

On one hand, there were orders, and on the other hand, their superiors were being held hostage. The four soldiers reacted to varying degrees. Some hesitated, some were nervous, and one of them put his gun down obediently, but then the others glared at him, and he raised his gun again.

"Why don't you all just drop your weapons now? You're interfering with secret official business, threatening superiors, and trying to steal money and kill people. I have official business to attend to now. If you just drop your weapons and make way, I can forgive you. If you continue to resist... Seeing this scene, "Youcha" - Pi Ya, "I'll teach you all a lesson about the 36 rules of the Military Control Commission!"

"Sir..."

Someone swallowed hard and bravely asked, "Sir, did this really reach the Military Control Commission?"

“Nonsense… Nonsense!”

As expected of a qualified official buyer, this fat-headed old man actually started to speak out here, "He is the head of the military control! You guys are so blind and don't even clean your claws. You actually managed to put it on my best uncle's head! Put it back!"

Seeing the few plague soldiers making no move, and hearing the fat man's heartbreaking wails, "Youcha" became increasingly agitated. He tapped the man's temple with his gun and said, "I don't have time to kill you guys. It would be a waste..." The guys called "San'er" and "Laosan" stepped forward and asked cautiously, "Shangguan, are we really not going to embarrass our brothers?"

"You bastards, why don't you listen to your superiors? Whatever your superiors say is true! Put your guns down now! That gun could go off accidentally!"

The fat officer burst into tears. Youcha remained unmoved. He nodded in agreement, but in his heart he was thinking about how to deal with these blind killers later. However, he didn't notice that the panicked soldiers exchanged glances with each other, and their originally panicked expressions gradually calmed down.

The methods used by the Military Control Commission are varied... "Sir..."

"Brothers, we serve in the army and eat rations, just to make a living...We didn't want things to get to this point today."

Hey! You don't know how to...

Alarm bells rang in Youcha's head, but before he could react, four gunshots rang out one after another, piercing both him and the fat man to the bone.

Chapter 133 Cynopac

"The campus card works by using an induction coil to draw power from the card reader, which then drives a radio frequency chip encapsulated in polyvinyl chloride to communicate with the machine. Therefore, the information previously entered on the card can be displayed." Liu Helian's hands danced as he typed on his phone screen. "Even if KMT carved an identical ivory object, they wouldn't be able to read any information. There's no possibility of counterfeiting."

The other end of the phone screen waited for a while, and then a green bubble popped up: "It's a pity that card readers and card writers are too rare. Originally, there are some in the central government.

Some ideas.”

"What's your idea?" Liu Helian asked, a bit puzzled. "Oh, Minister Deng, I'm in my eDonkey-turned-car, and there's no one around. The drilling crew is working shifts, drilling all night, and no one's watching me here, so it's safe." "Comrade Xiao Liu, the money in the campus card is actually transferred from the payment system and stored digitally."

"Yes." Liu Helian was very puzzled. What strange ideas did Minister Deng and Accountant Chen have in mind when they were using the "Fu She Center Canteen" account?

"Then, using our computer terminal to log into the software, we can view the amount of money spent, the types of purchases, and the quantity for each day, in each cafeteria, and for each extension, right?" "Yes...yes, it can also automatically generate summary tables by week or month."

After saying this, the other end of the green software was silent for a long time, and then replied:

"Accountant Chen has some ideas about economics... but I can't go into detail on this app. We'll have a meeting to discuss them when you get back. Also, it's almost dawn over there, right? Don't overwork yourself." "Understood," Liu Helian replied. "Today is a critical period for oil well drilling. Be sure to get some rest afterward."

While the comrades of the Central Committee were in the border region arresting a certain spy named Shen, Liu Helian was in England, keeping an eye on a whole "list" of items. In other words, a whole series of things.

According to the central government's plan, even if they were all imperialist powers and appeasement bastards, the reality was, as Stalin had said, that we had to deal with those shaky and unreliable allies. Britain's wares during World War II were tedious and trivial, but there was still a lot of production capacity that could be utilized, both in the British pound and within the Commonwealth system. Liu Helian had a long list of things to arrange and procure here.

For example, there are Hurricane fighter jets used for temporary transition, ugly but quite useful trucks of brands such as Bulldog, Morris, and AEC, and the general-purpose transport vehicle that the Vickers Group is finalizing, as well as a series of useful technologies, equipment and finished products, as well as related information, manuals and personnel recruitment.

But all of this required money, lots of it. The US dollars he'd brought in from China had been completely depleted, leaving him with a mountain of assets or property rights that would take some time to generate income. To that end, he was collateralizing some of his US assets while also leveraging Hammer's connections to try other financing methods in the US. But as a man of the future, Liu Helian had no fondness for Wall Street. After much deliberation, he concluded that he needed to secure some substantial assets.

If I had more money and my time travel identity was unlocked sooner, I might have gone to Libya to drill for oil!

Liu He grumbled and grumbled, ultimately choosing not to take this action, which could have potentially changed the course of World War II. He chose another target: the Howlsberg oil field, located south of London. This large light/shale oil deposit, discovered in 2015 by the British gas and oil development company UKOG, is just over 50 kilometers from central London. Preliminary estimates suggest reserves of over 1 billion barrels. Using the approximate conversion formula of 10 ton equals 7.35 barrels, the total reserves are a staggering 136 billion tons.

In terms of reserves alone, this is a large oil field. However, a large proportion of it is shale oil, which is difficult and expensive to develop. Furthermore, due to high land prices and environmental pressures, this oil field has never been developed extensively by the British. As of now, it is just an ordinary farm. Liu Helian bought the land for a small amount of money and also acquired the exploration and mining rights for a nearby area.

Anyway, according to my memory, although I don't know the exact location of the wells, there must be some easily exploitable shallow oil reserves in this area. The proportion recorded in the news is between 3% and 15%... Even if 1% of the oil reserves can be dug out, that is 1 million tons, based on the pitiful crude oil production capacity of Britain during World War II, there will be no worries about not being able to sell it.

"No matter what, I think one or two million dollars should be no problem!"

During the discussion meeting with Zhou Bin and others, Liu Helian encouraged everyone in this way.

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Armed with knowledge of the future, Zhou Bin possessed an exceptional talent for economics. After the plan passed the decision-making meeting, he and his newly formed company quickly registered a company called "Cenopac Petroleum" as "Americans." They secured investment from Hammer and issued corporate bonds, using the company's future mining revenue rights as collateral, to supplement the investment. However, due to the company's relative obscurity, the bonds attracted few buyers.

It was a big deal, but combined with the oil and gas evidence obtained by the exploration team through test drilling and the futuristic PowerPoint presentation, it was enough to fool investors in this time and space. With Hammer at the helm, Synopec soon gained a new partner: Shell Oil.

Shell, having just lost a large contract in the East Indies, was scouting for mineral deposits around the world. The exploration opportunity presented by Synopex Petroleum was a godsend, and they quickly dispatched an exploration team to join Hammer's team. However, AP Petroleum, operating in the UK, quickly swooped in, like a shark smelling blood. After some trade-offs, they dispatched a third exploration team to join them.

House Hill suddenly became a rumbling exploration site. Coincidentally, the original manor owner's house became the base camp of the exploration team and the dormitory for the workers.

Liu Helian climbed out of the car disguised as an eMule and headed towards the bustling farmhouse. It was already autumn in Britain, with changeable weather and a constant strong wind. He wrapped his coat tightly around him, listening to the heated discussion inside. Three test wells had been drilled a few days earlier, and Hammer had flown in from the US, along with managers from Shell and AP Oil, who had all gathered there.

Whether or not we can make money depends on the results of this experimental drilling.

Chapter 134: Hit the mark! Hit the mark!

Digging for oil is a bit like a "card-drawing game".

For some reason, this idea popped up in Liu Helian's mind.

Choosing a location is like choosing a pool, and drilling a test well is like drawing the desired card from that pool. Even if one uses future experience to select the correct pool of cards, without knowing the exact well location, Liu Helian still has to wait for the drill pipe to penetrate the reservoir, for crude oil, natural gas, or mud to gush out, or for nothing to happen, not even the guaranteed reward.

Even if you successfully draw a card (get crude oil), there are differences in rarity - in the context of World War II, the best crude oil is light and pure.

, there is no excess water, sulfur, wax and other impurities that need to be separated, and it can be

Gasoline, diesel and kerosene that meet market demand can be refined at low cost; medium-quality crude oil is slightly inferior, but can still be refined into relatively complete petroleum products. If the crude oil is viscous and heavy, with high sulfur and high wax content, then congratulations, it will mainly be used to refine worthless heavy oil products such as asphalt, and its value will be greatly reduced.

But just like those card-drawing games that are a rip-off, there are always people who like to play them. Once a merger is successful, the benefits it brings are more than a hundred times greater. And as Marx said, with a 300% profit, capital will dare to commit any crime, even at the risk of being hanged. Comrade Liu Helian, who plays the role of a qualified capitalist for the time being, naturally cannot escape the pursuit of profit in order to make money.

"Hey! Dear Liu!"

When the door opened, the gentlemen inside had long since abandoned their reserved elegance. They had all taken off their coats, drank coffee from large pots, smoked cigarettes, and stayed up all night waiting for news from the three test wells in the distance. Upon seeing Liu Helian enter, the Shell Oil manager immediately stood up to greet him and asked, "Will we be able to gain the favor of the goddess of luck this time?"

"If you're asking about the possibility of industrial oil flow, please forgive me, I no longer have the ability to make predictions," Liu Helian replied calmly, switching to English. "Then we must ask God." "Test Well O shows clear signs of oil and gas, and has already produced a commercially valuable natural gas flow, which further proves your prediction is accurate."

The Shell representative was the most excited. They were already involved in the chemical industry, and even if they couldn't find oil here, they could use natural gas to produce nitrogen fertilizer. "Or, how about using your predictive pen and telling us which well will produce oil first?"

Liu Helian's discovery of this oil and gas field seemed "mysterious" to outsiders. Even Hammer was somewhat surprised. How could this young man, working as an agent like himself, simply buy a piece of land outside London and "accidentally" discover this area with potential industrial oil reserves? The organization prepared a number of explanations for Liu Helian, deducing the process from the results, but the story became increasingly mysterious, eventually revolving around a strange theory:

This guy used a pen with mysterious oriental power to draw a circle on the map, and there was a lot of oil inside.

"If you insist, I think..."

Liu Helian walked around the room several times and noticed three groups of people staring at him. He cleared his throat and said casually, "I think it should be the one about Anglo-Iranian Oil (AP). We Chinese have an old saying: The time of arrival is not about early or late, but whether you arrive skillfully."

"Oh! Thank you for your kindness." The AP Petroleum representative raised his coffee cup happily. "I hope the situation is indeed as you said!"

"Gentlemen, for God's sake," Hammer added, "exploration is our common goal. No matter which well produces oil, it means our complete victory, doesn't it?" "Yes, for our wonderful victory!"

With coffee instead of wine, everyone clinked their glasses and then sat down to wait.

Fireworks were strictly prohibited around the oil wells, causing some delays in reporting the situation to headquarters in the cottage on the manor. But no one cared, as they were all prepared to stay up all night to await progress.

"Drilling rig No. 2 is progressing well."

"Drilling well No. 3 has completed calibration and is continuing work."

"Everything is normal at drilling well No. 1."

I waited like this, the sky outside changing from pitch black to tile blue, then an orange light blazing from the east. Having stayed up all night, I wasn't feeling sleepy anymore. The chef was frying bacon and eggs and boiling various beans, making an English breakfast for the managers who had stayed up all night.

But at that critical moment, a sudden commotion erupted outside the cabin. Once everyone had determined the direction of the noise, the AP representative leaped up like a spring, rushed to the telephone on the table, and stared intently at the receiver. A few seconds later, the phone rang, as if startled.

He took a deep breath before picking up the phone.

“Well 3! Well 3! We’ve got industrial oil flow!!”

"There's no water here, it's all oil! The oil flows amazingly well, it's fucking lightweight oil!"

Suddenly, everyone present stared at Liu Helian as if they had seen the Virgin Mary. Hammer, however, reacted the fastest. He jumped up from his chair and hugged Liu Helian! "Hahaha! Liu! We're rich! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!!"

He grabbed Liu Helian and his companion, Rao Shiquan, and rushed out of the house like a rocket, running towards the Daimler at the door. Hammer didn't even bother with his driver. He got in, key in one hand and throttle in the other, started the car, and kicked the accelerator!

The expensive limousine soared over the rolling grass like a roller coaster, then slammed heavily onto the plowed dirt road, roaring and hurtling away in a shower of sparks and lightning. Liu Helian clutched the armrests tightly in his seat, bracing his legs against the car door for stability, feeling like a sardine in a can or French fries tossed in a frying pan.

"Mr. Hammer! What are you doing? Are you always this crazy?"

"Hahaha! Liu! When I started in the wine industry, Prohibition hadn't even completely ended yet!"

Hammer was a completely different person. God knows how he managed to maintain such a smooth conversation in such a bumpy car: "I also encountered a bootlegger gang! And the fight with the Mafia was a real fight with guns and swords!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Daimler flew off the slope, clanging and clanging, as if it were covered in parts thrown off by the violent driving and ready to fall apart in the next second. Finally, after Liu Helian had fought the urge to jump out of the car forty-nine times, the No. 3 test well appeared before his eyes.

"What's the situation? What's going on now? Can anyone tell me how the oil is flowing now?"

Liu Helian and Rao Shiquan tumbled out of the car and chased Hammer who was rushing out in the pungent smell of tires. The side of No. 3 well was already full of busy workers.

Black crude oil covered the small area around the wellhead, and the nozzle

Black oil was gushing out from inside.

Oh my God.

Liu Helian suddenly understood the feeling in "Fan Jin Zhongju". Looking at the rolling black oil column in front of him, he almost saw the rolling US dollars and British pounds - and then these currencies turned into various machines, materials, equipment and munitions, and flew to the east where the sun rose.

For some reason, he recalled how happy he was when he was negotiating with Hughes in the United States to purchase several drilling rigs and some small refining and distillation equipment for the Yanchang Oil Field.

Ah.....it's really, really great.

"It's over 99% oil, my God, and almost no water!"

"There's almost no smell of sulfur here. Simple calculations show that even this one well, at this rate, could produce over a hundred tons a day!" "Gentlemen! This is a miracle! We've really struck oil near London!"

The managers of AP and Shell also rushed over. After listening to the somewhat incoherent on-site management report, they forced themselves to behave like gentlemen, squatted down, and scraped the

-Put some crude oil in your mouth.

"Sweet, not sour."

Sweet oil, light crude oil, high quality, and then looking at the tall black oil column spraying in front of them, the managers seemed to see the gushing money, their eyes were shining with gold, and they could hardly stand.

The AP manager began to tremble all over as if he were having the hiccups, then suddenly threw off his coat, laughed heartily, and rolled over in the sticky crude oil!

"SWEET! It's FUCKING SWEET!"

Chapter 135: Majiagang (crossed out) Oil Field

(Since the English name is Horse Hill, then it doesn’t matter if it is called Majiagang?) There is busy construction on Horse Hill, and the oil engine is roaring on Majiagang.

It's said that the leaders of the Eighth Route Army and the border regions, especially those who knew about Liu Helian's mission and situation in Britain, were suddenly struck by a sense of absurdity in the second half of 38 and the first half of 39. Sometimes, they would even slap themselves or pinch their thighs hard until the pain made them gasp, to confirm that they were not dreaming.

Damn, this is unbelievable.

The same thing happened in Britain. It's said that after seeing a news report, Chamberlain sprayed tea all over a newspaper, and Churchill nearly fell while walking downstairs. Meanwhile, London hospitals were flooded with people suffering from skin allergies due to excessive exposure to crude oil, yet still managed to giggle.

As an extension of the North Sea oil fields, the Majiagang Oilfield boasts typical North Sea oil and gas qualities—low sulfur, light, and highly fluid—making it ideal for gasoline, diesel, and kerosene refining. More importantly, at a time when the UK's primary crude oil resources depended on imports from the United States and Iran, and freight costs accounted for a significant portion of the oil price, this oilfield south of London seemed like a precious gift from God to the British Empire.

It is a declining situation. One move cannot change the situation, but it is strong enough.

A strong cardiac stimulant.

As for why God's gift was brought by a Chinese, it must be that God had his own considerations.

Soon, over the next two weeks, several experimental wells began producing oil. After the initial gusher period, production stabilized at over 100 tons per day. While this output wasn't as high as the high-yield wells in Iran, which routinely produce thousands of tons, it was still very impressive. Further exploration revealed that the recoverable percentage of the region's total reserves was approximately 9%-10%. Furthermore, considering the limitations of commercially viable enrichment zones, at least 5% of the 100 billion barrels could be produced, equivalent to approximately 600-700 million tons of light sweet oil.

What's even more wonderful is that this area is next to the UK's Gatwick Airport - there is a pipeline for transporting oil to the airport's oil depot. If oil is extracted here,

It can be expanded directly on the basis of the original facilities,