Because Song Dinghan had been notified before leaving the United States, and he had been contacting him by telegram when he was on the ship, when the freighter arrived in Chongqing, Song Dinghan had been waiting there for a long time.

"Ding Han, it's been a long time since we met." Yan Guang felt very intimate when he looked at Song Dinghan's face on the dock, which was as thin as before.

"To be precise, I haven't seen each other for more than half a year, boss." Looking at Yan Guang on the deck, Song Dinghan also smiled slightly.

After signaling the workers he brought to cooperate with the crew on the ship to transport the machines and guns, Song Dinghan and Yan Guang walked aside.

"How was the company like during the time I left? Nothing happened?" Yan Guang asked after he came to a seat and sat down.

"Nothing happened. The company has developed very smoothly during the period when you left. After recruiting more than 20,000 workers, all the machines you bought from Shanghai have been put into use, but..." Song Dinghan still looked smiling when he said this. "To be honest, I was really surprised when I saw your name in the newspaper."

Yan Guang smiled awkwardly. "Amn't I afraid you will object?" In fact, until before discovering Huasheng III, Yan Guang did not tell Song Dinghan that he went to Mexico to find oil. He waited until almost all newspapers around the world published the Huasheng III incident, and he couldn't hide it anymore. Yan Guang reported to Song Dinghan through a telegram.

Looking at Yan Guang's awkward look, Song Dinghan just smiled and said nothing.

No matter what, Yan Guang is his boss, and he is just a worker. He has no position or qualification to say what the boss wants to do with his own money. Of course, the most important thing is that his boss succeeds.

At this time, Yan Guang came over from Germany. When he saw them, Yan Guang was as if he had seen a life-saving straw and quickly introduced Song Dinghan. "I'll introduce you to you. This is Lieutenant Colonel Sunil, who was once a commander of the German Army. This is..." After introducing one by one, Yan Guang also introduced Song Dinghan.

After learning that Song Dinghan was the general manager of the company, Sunil hurriedly stepped forward and asked in English. After all, Song Dinghan will be their No. 2 boss in the future.

Song Dinghan once worked in a textile factory in Shanghai and has dealt with many foreigners. Therefore, although his English is not as fluent as the British and Americans, he...

Isn't Sunil also a German? Both of them are very similar in English, so they are very co-starring.

Taking advantage of the opportunity that Song Dinghan and Sunil were very speculative, Yan Guang quickly went aside.

Two hours later, when the equipment and guns they bought were all loaded onto the carriage, Yan Guang said goodbye to the captain, and then took the carriage back to Chengdu with Song Dinghan.

"Boss, after you go back, you'd better go to the Governor's Office and the Prefect's Office to make some sense..." Song Dinghan suddenly said in the carriage just as Yan Guang closed his eyes to rest.

"I mean it?" Yan Guang didn't understand a little.

"That's right, I mean it." Then Song Dinghan explained. "Although people who know this matter are now guessing who the Chinese named Yan Guang is, it is easy for people who have contact with you to guess it is yours..." Song Dinghan's voiceover, and naturally, among them are Zhao Erfeng and Yu Zongtong.

"But didn't the Governor and the Prefect confiscate my money at the beginning?" Yan Guang couldn't figure it out.

Song Dinghan shook his head and sighed. "The tree always needs to be planted before it can bear fruit. It is impossible to cut down the branches and burn them as firewood when planted here, right?" In other words, in the eyes of Zhao Erfeng, Yu Zongtong and others, Yan Guang's fruit tree is already available for picking fruits.

Yan Guang thought about it and understood that this was just like having to fatten up by killing pigs. Now that his pig is fat enough, he seems a little ignorant if he doesn't mean it.

After returning to Chengdu, Yan Guang first watched the goods on the carriage transport into the warehouse, and then took the red envelopes to the prefect's office and the governor's office.

After meeting Yu Zongtong, Yan Guang just exchanged greetings and took out a red envelope from his arms, and slowly pushed it to Yu Zongtong's hand.

Yu Zongtong took the envelope and saw it. It contained a silver note of 200,000 taels. To be honest, it was really hard to be a prefect in the provincial government. The income of 200,000 taels was the largest since Zong Tong took office. So after putting the envelope in his arms, Yu Zongtong's attitude towards Yan Guang became more and more friendly.

After saying goodbye to Yu Zongtong, Yan Guang rushed to the Governor's Office in a carriage. After handing over a silver note of fifty taels to the gatehouse, Yan Guang quickly met Zhao Erfeng.

After seeing Zhao Erfeng, Yan Guang first thanked the Governor for taking care of the company during the period when he left. Then, just like when he saw Yu Zongtong, he took out a red envelope from his arms and pushed it over.

This time the envelope contained no longer 200,000 taels, but 500,000 taels. After all, the energy of the governor and the prefect is different.

There is a prefect and a governor in Chengdu. Anyone with a brain will go to the governor, so Zhao Erfeng did not have never seen the world like Yu Zongtong. After receiving the silver notes, he just nodded with satisfaction.

In fact, it was different from what Song Dinghan thought. Zhao Erfeng and Yu Zongtong did not associate Yan Guang with the person who had oil in Mexico, or they didn't know about this at all, so Song Dinghan and Yan Guang were in vain.

However, when he saw Yan Guang delivering him personally, Zhao Erfeng and Yu Zongtong were quite happy, feeling that Yan Guang did not let down their careful care.

But if they knew that Yan Guang could earn at least one-third of the Qing government's income in a year, that is, 100 million taels of silver, what would Yu Zongtong and Zhao Erfeng look like?

However, they would not know, because even Song Dinghan knew about this matter, and the agreement between Yan Guang and Standard Oil was absolutely confidential. Even those omnipresent American journalists thought Yan Guang had bought the land by Standard Oil on less harsh conditions.

After all, in the eyes of American journalists, Yan Guang is just a Chinese.

In addition, no one of the people Yan Guang brought to Mexico could speak English, so unless Standard Oil was deliberately leaked, no one would know Yan Guang's current wealth.

It’s not that Yan Guang could not trust others, but that the amount of 100 million taels of silver was too huge. He is now just a businessman. If his wealth was known in China controlled by the Qing Dynasty, the consequences would be a hundred times more terrible than when he was in Mexico...

Compared with those capitalists in Mexico, these Qing officials were the jackals who eat people and don’t spit bones.

Therefore, at least before the Xinhai Revolution, Yan Guang did not intend to let anyone know about this.

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How to say it when scratching your head.

Forget it, I won't say anything~

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