There really was a problem with the advance payment. The Yu family said they had already emphasized it to the other side, but no money had come through today.
No payment, and you're still talking nonsense! Feng Jun was furious. "We're going back to Luo Hua tonight. This batch of oil goes up by ten percent!"
The Yu family desperately explained that this was not their intention. The tankers were not under their control either; the other side simply had some ideas of their own.
The three oil tankers carried nearly 800,000 tons in total, worth several billion. A ten percent increase would be truly painful.
Feng Jun merely gave a cold laugh. "President Yu, we had already agreed on this. I only deal with your Yu family... Now you're bringing up all this nonsense. Do you think that just because I'm young, I already have dementia?"
Yu Zhiyuan was somewhat stunned upon hearing that. This Feng Jun really was extraordinarily stubborn.
Suppressing his inner displeasure, he spoke patiently. "Feng Mountain Lord, if you do business in the country, you need to understand the domestic environment. No matter what kind of commercial activity it is, it's unrealistic to separate it from the actual business environment. I also very much want to..."
"You don't need to think about anything," Feng Jun interrupted him directly. "What if I simply don't sell?"
That night, he took Zhang Caixin and Good Scenery back to Luo Hua—as if I absolutely had to sell oil.
He genuinely wanted to help Xia Nation resolve its oil shortage problem, but if they thought he was desperate for the money from selling crude oil, then he truly did not care.
Without Liba Beach holding him back, where could he not go? To be honest, he really wanted to go