The journey starts from the Titanic

Arenas knows the character of Fat Jack too well, as long as the goods are good, he doesn't care where the goods come from.Now that he is cooperating with the sheriff, could it be that the last time he met the police was related to him?

The more Arenas thought about it, the more unable to sit still, looking for Jack's theory.

Unlike the strong Arenas, Fat Jack, as the name suggests, is a veritable "soil and fat circle", walking like a rolling meat ball, very interesting.

Regardless of his cute appearance, he is actually a ruthless character. He was a cunning "wild cat" when he went from Chicago to Texas to dig for oil in order to get rich. He often went to other people's sites to dig for oil and made a lot of money.

Until one day, he got the news that there was abundant oil under the East Texas Forest, so he hurried over and "kindly" helped the landlord explore the oil field. As a result, he found the oil field.

It was a wonderful night. We celebrated in the wild, thinking that we were going to make a fortune this time. As long as the owner didn't know it, we secretly produced the oil and sold it.

Of course, the best way is to buy land from the owner of the land and legally occupy the wealth.

Everyone falls asleep with dreams, hoping to become millionaires when they wake up.

In the middle of the night, Jack was stunned by the urine and came out to pee. He suddenly found a group of people in black. Those gods of death who emerged from hell broke into our camp, and then there was a scream of Ruoyouruwu--

It can be seen that those guys are very skilled.

Jack hid in the grass and dared not say anything. Until the next day, when the people in black had already left, he came out with trepidation, took a panic glance at the destroyed camp, and hurriedly left. To East Texas.

When I came to Dallas, I opened a tavern, started the wine business "righteously", met a group of wine and meat friends, and got away from outdoor activities. The original short body slowly swelled into a lovely earthy circle.

He has never told anyone about this, nor has there been an oil field in East Texas. Those corpses buried in the ground are probably already corrupted into mud. No one knows that such people have come!

Now the past has been brought back up because of the newspaper in his hand—the discovery of a large oil field in East Texas!Occidental Petroleum announced that it would join Chevron Petroleum to jointly develop the East Texas oil field.

It turned out to be them!

No wonder...

These people are terrible!

In the west, oil merchants still circulate the legend of "Rockefeller", and the deeds of the Rockefeller guards slaughtering the Colorado miners have been passed on by word of mouth.

However, Fat Jack thought in his heart that the people he met were even scarier than Rockefeller!

In Texas, the most powerful is not Rockefeller, but Occidental Petroleum and Chevrolet Petroleum.

Although they have been very low-key and have no bad reputation, the timing of the announcement of the East Texas Oilfield news more or less confirmed Fei Jake's guess.

The story of the grievances between the old Rockefeller and the eastern oilfield owners is about to be staged in Texas!

Fei Jake thought to himself that the past few years have been safe and sound, and now the bootleg business is also good. It can be seen that it was right not to publicize the East Texas Oilfield.

Otherwise, if the layout of the big guys is broken, the people in black with magical powers will also chase them down!

One stone caused a thousand waves. Texas, California, the southern oil states, and even Wall Street in New York were all talking about the Great East Texas Oil Field.

The Fat Jack Tavern in Dallas is no exception, but the drinkers here are not like the rich people in New York who talk about the big East Texas oil field and how important it is to the US oil industry and the US economy.

The most intuitive feeling of Dallas shoveling cow dung is envy and curse.

Dallas is an important oil town. There are many small and medium oil companies and self-employed individuals. Oil prices plummeted during the economic depression. Oil prices in Texas have fallen below one dollar a barrel and are still falling.

The emergence of super oil fields is even more of a bomb, blasting those small oil companies and individual oil merchants to pieces.

"The price of crude oil has reached 50 cents a barrel, and the major oil companies will not give us a way out."

A small oil merchant who drank angrily smashed the glass, which aroused everyone's sympathy.

When Jack walked into the tavern, he saw the wine glass smashed to pieces, and saw the blushing drunkard with a thick neck, frowned, and winked at the door.

Soon, the drunkard was thrown into the street, yelling something: "Don't think about it, the big companies don't want to buy my oil field..."

Fat Jack shook his head. Poor fellow, just struggling to death.

With such low oil prices, I don’t know how many small and medium-sized oil merchants will go bankrupt and be forced to sell their oil fields, leaving no residue left by the big oil companies.

Fat Jack ignored other people's troubles and found him in trouble.

"Boss, Arenas is here!" the Irish bartender reminded.

Fat Jack walked into the office and saw that Arenas looked ugly.

"Jack, why don't you tell me that you and the sheriff are good friends?" Arenas squinted and greeted him with a smile, staring at Jack, his eyes a little cold.

"Damn, I knew you, the hapless guy, would find me." Fat Jack's face was calm, and some complained. There was no guilt on his face. There was no surprise that the other party would find him.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Arenas reminded.

"The sheriff worked in Chicago. He has a lot of friends, and I have a lot of friends. There are a lot of things that can be hidden from him in this small town, but this does not include the sheriff who your competitors will kindly give us. Sir, a hint."

Fat Jack sat down slowly, poured two glasses of wine, one for Arenas, took a sip of his own drink, mentioned the sheriff, he smiled, "It seems that the sheriff has brought the experience of Chicago to Dallas. The second is a warning and a friendly greeting, depending on whether he wants to be his partner."

"Partner?" Arenas shook his head. He didn't trust the police, especially those who had been in Chicago. Who knew if he would swallow himself?

However, if you can't become the friend of the sheriff, and the sheriff and his competitors join forces to suppress themselves, this business will be difficult to do in the future.

"Believe it or not, I'm just helping to spread a message. Whether it's yours or someone else's, I welcome it."

Fat Jack said.

Arenas did not say whether the police and the people would cooperate. The sheriff valued himself only because he had some connections on the west coast. He could buy cheap wine from the Chinese guys, and the magical Chinese guys could also ship the goods to Mexico. Bay.Arenas doesn't want to share this precious network with others casually.

Suddenly he asked again: "It's really not you telling the news?"

After speaking, he looked at Fat Jack carefully.

"What do you mean?" Fat Jack rolled his eyes back and looked directly at Arenas. Arenas' pretending fierce appearance had no effect on him, and was basically ignored.

Arenas could not judge whether Fat Jack was lying, or if Fat Jack had a good acting skills and did not show any guilty conscience; or it had nothing to do with him.

However, apart from Fat Jack, who knows that he will ship that day?

Arenas couldn't believe that the encounter with the police was a coincidence.

What made him even more angry was that he was a racing expert and was forced to stop on the road by a police car. After the incident spread, his triumphant driving skills have become the material for others to make fun of.

People, safe, face, shame!

Now that the sheriff is looking at him, the sheriff's attitude is also ambiguous. He is clearly not a decent person. Oh, are there any good people in the American police?

There may be some fools with a small probability, but a good policeman also collects money!

Arenas complained in his heart, but he decided to try again, unconvinced.

"Since it was an accident last time, then I have to see if the police are capable of catching me. If they catch me, talk about it. Remember, this is a game!"