Although Yu Zhiyuan was only passing along a message, he still had some basic figures. "The reserve space isn't that large at the moment... The key is that some data isn't suitable for me to disclose. I can guarantee space for two hundred million tons."
Feng Jun did not laugh at him. He understood the logic—the two hundred million tons was storage capacity that outsiders could more or less calculate, but the actual capacity involved national energy security and could not possibly be revealed to the outside world.
Especially for a country like Xia Nation, whose mobilization capabilities were quite terrifying. If every household were mobilized, the space they could clear out... was simply unimaginable.
That said, Xia Nation's annual crude oil imports were still less than five hundred million tons—and that import volume was total turnover, not total storage capacity. Being able to clear out two hundred million tons of space now was no small feat.
Yet this also showed just how enormous Xia Nation's oil shortfall was.
After pondering for a moment, Feng Jun replied, "Then let's start with one hundred million tons. When will the payment arrive?"
"Uh, I need to tell them first," Yu Zhiyuan said. He truly had not expected Feng Jun to agree so readily. "But coming up with that much money all at once definitely won't be easy... Same old rules: installments and batches. However much money they provide, you sell them that much oil."
Feng Jun laughed when he heard that. "I thought you had prepared payment for all one billion tons."
Yu Zhiyuan could not help rolling his eyes. "Please, with that much money, there wouldn't even be time to print it."
"You say that as if you're going to pay me in cash," Feng Jun replied with an unconcerned smile.