"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I was just thinking that you businessmen are really smart..."

Watching Adeline ask about the reason for her expression at the moment, Fangran just watched her honestly express her feelings, and at the same time felt slightly ashamed. She only thought of a fight as a solution.

I always feel like I'm a bit behind on my IQ, and some of my brains are not that good...

"For the long-term crisis in the supply of raw materials, we can only completely solve it by taking advantage of the situation. After all, we don't always have your help, young master,"

"Even if there were, you can't keep wasting your efforts on every tanker in transit."

Expressing this view clearly and calmly, and explaining all the current situation in the energy field, Adeline looked at Fangran again:

"Master, do you have anything else to ask?"

"No, the crisis in the energy field is about raw materials, and I already know the general situation,"

The elevator continued to go down. Looking at the busy scenes of employees in the headquarters layer by layer outside the glass, Fangran asked curiously:

"But let me ask you, what is the original thing I came here to deal with?"

"It's about a series of executive tasks before the signing meeting, meeting with the owners of other energy companies and testing their attitudes to ensure that the agreement can be signed smoothly,"

When told about Fangran's original job, Adeline responded with a cold and calm face showing no emotion:

"But now that the contract has been stolen, all the itineraries I had planned for you, young master, have been ruined."

While he was at sea, he sent people to sneak attack the headquarters to steal important information. This method was useless even if Fangran realized it in advance.

Without him, the three oil tankers would have been robbed. Both sides were important events in terms of raw materials. If we had to choose, we could only choose the short-term one to meet the urgent needs first.

This is a complete conspiracy of the association.

"No, when did you book all my future itineraries..."

After a second of helplessness about her behavior, Fangran looked at the number of floors that were still descending and listened to what he was originally going to be busy with:

"Meeting with other company bosses...Isn't the cost of changing routes that high? With Fiseld's financial resources, you don't have to sign that troublesome agreement, right?"

"This is not a question of whether it can be done, but whether it should be done,"

The white suit outlines the slender shoulders, and the legs wearing silver high-heeled shoes are slender and straight. The empire's chief administrative officer's standing posture is also extremely dignified and beautiful.

"Due to consideration of demand, economy and other factors, we have always used very large tankers of 300,000 to 400,000 tons to transport crude oil,"

"But the maximum throughput of the Suez Canal is 250,000 tons. If we want to use it, we have to mobilize an extra giant oil tanker with a load of more than 160,000 tons at a time."

"The additional cost of using a ship is fuel, repairs, berthing in the port, and the tolls for transiting the Suez Canal itself,"

"It's hard to say that these extra costs will be more cost-effective than the fuel costs and time saved by shortening the sailing distance."

Talking in detail about the details just summarized by the sentence "cost sharing", Adeline spoke calmly and indifferently on her fair and beautiful face:

"With Fiseld's wealth, naturally he won't care about this fee, but as a businessman, we should not do things that increase costs. We want to solve the raw material crisis to safeguard our own interests after all,"

"If the solution can only generate losses, it loses its original meaning."

He listened to her words in a daze, but he didn't expect that there were so many reasons for a detail that she just briefly mentioned. Fangran worked hard to digest the new knowledge.

Thinking about how many factors had gone into the emergence of that 'agreement', he finally asked about the most important point among them,

"It turns out that you need to pay to pass the Suez Canal..."

For this place that I once only knew about in geography textbooks, now I am really exposed to things related to it.

I felt similar to the time I saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time in Paris.

"How much does it cost approximately?"

"The algorithm for excluding miscellaneous charges such as water diversion and navigational aids is to multiply the net tonnage by the rate and then multiply it by SDR. Take the ship you saw last night, Master, as an example. Although it could not pass,"

"But excluding the face factor of our connections in Egypt, it will probably cost more than 800,000 US dollars."

Damn it, it’s so expensive, what a chicken that lays golden eggs?

Surprised by this fee, which can be called a money grab, Fangran suddenly traveled across time and space and understood a sentence that the teacher casually commented on in the junior high school geography class.

"If you are interested in this, Master, I can arrange a meeting and have someone report to you in detail the range of cost changes, the estimated profit margin after the agreement is signed, and a series of consequences that the change of route will have on the factories under the name of Essenkfume."

Amount estimation report on impact and other matters.”

"No, thank you (decisively)."

It felt like just hearing the name was a headache. There were endless bladder meetings starting at two o'clock. Fangran rejected her proposal at the speed of light.

Let’s not talk about anything else when he comes to North America. He really does a lot of things.

Including the combat meeting with the team, after thinking about it, except for the day when he went to San Francisco, he was either in meetings during the day or on the way to the meeting.

After just two days of fun at sea, Fangran didn't want to suffer any more.

Ding----

Then at this moment, the elevator made the sound of arrival,

Following the supervisor named Danny, Fangran and Adeline walked to the special information room on the basement floor.

"This is where all valuable information is stored. Since it was discovered that it was stolen this morning, we have only been in once. I am waiting for you two here. If you have any questions, please feel free to call me."

Facing two big figures who surpassed the behemoth of Essenkfume, the supervisor managed to speak calmly. He had a strong desire to survive and did not want to follow them together.

Listening to Fangran and Adeline communicating in a language he didn't understand along the way had already caused him great pressure.

"Um."

With a slight nod in response, Fangran took the lead and walked into the room full of numbered safe racks.

One of the cupboard doors was open, and it was empty inside.

"Master?"

Adeline came from behind and spoke softly, and Fangran said simply as expected:

"He's a participant."

There is still a faint smell of magic energy in the room,

Participants are very sensitive to this and often rely on this to sense, warn, and judge the opponent's strength.

Unless you are a powerful person like that 'Maid' or that ancestor, using abilities will inevitably dissipate magic energy. The lower the control rate, the more obvious the residual energy will be.

If it were Fangran like before, it wouldn't be a problem to stay for three to five days.

At this moment, the remaining magic energy in the data vault feels very weak. Based on this feeling, we can speculate on the strength of the participant who invaded the Essenkfume headquarters building last night...

Um,
Chapter completed!