Chapter 895: The Charm of Statistics and Not Being Hungry

In another room, Roger and the members of the Imperial Chamber of Commerce were also talking about this transaction.

"The price of thirty-something dollars per ton, will it be too high?", someone felt a bit worried about the price Roger gave.

Currently, in the international grain price, the price of wheat is about thirty-one or two dollars per ton.

The nature of grain is different from other commodities. Its consumption is indeed huge, but the inventory is also huge, and the options are also many.

Wheat is too expensive, can't afford to eat, then eat rice. Rice is also one of the main foods on the South Continent.

Can't afford rice, then eat high-starch food, such as potatoes.

People always have ways to fill their stomachs, because filling their stomachs is not just choosing wheat.

Once the price of grain is too high and it can't be sold, it will become very troublesome.

Roger shook his head, "You don't have to worry too much about this matter."

"The Federation government will give us some subsidies. Secondly, if these grains can't be sold, we can brew them into wine, and then let the Chairman sell them."

Lans had previously reached a series of cooperation with the members of the Imperial Chamber of Commerce, such as them privately establishing small workshops to brew wine, and then the brewed wine is handed over to Lans to sell, and they share the profits according to the proportion.

A ton of wheat can produce less than three barrels (Federation barrels) of high-degree wine, and can produce about five hundred liters or more of fifty-degree high-degree wine.

If these wines are bottled, they can produce about sixty bottles of copper-labeled wine.

Calculated at the current wholesale price of thirty-something dollars, these wines can sell for two thousand dollars.

Of course, there are many extra costs here, such as labor costs. A ton of grain needs three to four people to complete all the processes.

The wages of brewery workers are slightly higher than those of ordinary workers. The wage cost of these people will take away two hundred or more.

There is also a relatively high cost, which is the price of oak barrels. Currently, a Federation-standard oak barrel needs fifty dollars, and two and a half barrels count as one hundred and twenty-five dollars.

These wine barrels can only be used three times, which is a cost of forty-something dollars.

In order to distinguish from other whiskeys on the market, Lans's wine will also add some spices, as well as blend some technological products, which is also some extra expenditure.

Then there are other extra various losses, including some R&D costs, storage costs, management costs, transportation costs, and sales costs.

The cost of a bottle of wine sold for thirty dollars accounts for more than half.

But to say it doesn't make money, obviously it's impossible.

Thirty-something dollars of grain plus eight or nine hundred dollars of production costs, after a period of time, it will become two thousand-something dollars. The profit is still very sufficient!

So even if more grain was purchased and couldn't be sold, Roger didn't worry at all. Whether it was given directly to Lans, or they privately brewed it themselves and handed it over to Lans to sell, the cost of a few dollars would be completely drowned by huge benefits!

Hearing Roger so sure, others naturally wouldn't say anything.

They raised the issue of cost, just to determine the final destination of this batch of grain, and the role they played.

Soon someone knocked on the door of the room, and the person outside pushed the door and entered, "President has already discussed it, gentlemen, please follow me to the hall."

Roger and others got up, organized their clothes, and went out together.

They soon sat at the negotiation table again. Diego's eyes showed greedy light, and he didn't speak.

As president, it is not suitable to be the one who probes at the beginning of the negotiation. Like his identity, once the other party rejects his offer or gives a fierce bargaining, it will make him lose face, and the negotiation will very likely collapse.

So often these big figures are the ones who stand up and make the final decision when the negotiation is almost done.

The first to speak was the Minister of Commerce, the former superior of Ambassador Casia.

This guy knows a bit about business, but is not proficient.

There is no very good business atmosphere in Lapa, and the Ministry of Commerce is more like a display and a joke.

If most large enterprises in this country have a certain relationship with these ruling groups, this Ministry of Commerce can only be a display.

The Minister of Commerce coughed, "We just discussed and believe that the current wheat price has great appreciation potential in the international market."

"Just now President Roger also said that this is the only time in hundreds of years, so why can't it have a chance to break through the high price of forty dollars per ton?"

"I think there is a great possibility!"

"If you can provide a price of forty dollars, we can sell some more grain to you!"

"This way you get what you want, and we won't suffer too much loss."

Roger hasn't been eating and waiting to die in the past few years. Several beautiful battles of the Imperial Chamber of Commerce have also made him a character in the financial business circle, often participating in some business activities.

He is also learning and growing, and the Imperial Chamber of Commerce doesn't only do business when Lans is remote-controlling. They also do some business themselves, winning and losing.

These experiences and experiences made Roger not someone who knows nothing. On the contrary, he has some insights into business negotiations.

He immediately denied this offer.

"Too high, Mr. President, we can't accept this price. I can give you at most thirty-six dollars per ton."

Diego and the officials around him had no expression on their faces. The Minister of Agriculture interjected at this time, "President Roger, actually from my perspective, I oppose this business."

"Selling too much grain will cause our people not to have enough wheat to fill their stomachs, and selling at too low a price, we cannot give the people an explanation."

"If you can satisfy our offer, then we will take out a part of the proceeds from this sale to improve the people's life and environment."

"This is also equivalent to you doing a good deed."

Two ministers took turns, but Roger always bit the price of thirty-six dollars and couldn't lower it.

He watched Diego's expression become a bit irritable, and suddenly said, "Forty dollars is not impossible, but it can't be 500,000 tons."

Diego frowned slightly, "You think 500,000 tons is too much?"

He then relaxed his brow. 500,000 tons is 20 million. He didn't believe that Lans, a gangster boss, and this so-called Imperial Chamber of Commerce could come up with so much money.

But the next second, Roger's words made his brain appear briefly blank, "It's not too much, it's too little."

"1 million tons, I can give you thirty-eight dollars."

"1.5 million tons, I can give you forty dollars."

"As long as you agree, I can sign a contract with you immediately!"

For a time, the room was completely quiet.

Diego looked at the Minister of Commerce beside him, blinked, and the latter also shook his head blankly.

It was the Minister of Agriculture who said softly, "Can you come up with so much money?"

He was a bit confused and also a bit unbelievable. Are the Federation's chambers of commerce all so rich?

Moving tens of millions or hundreds of millions of funds, where did they get so much money?

You have to know that 1 million tons is 38 million, and 1.5 million tons is 60 million. This is Federation Sol, not the worthless local Pala in Lapa!

Roger had a calm face, "What you need to know now is not whether we can come up with it, but whether you agree."

Diego turned to look at the Minister of Agriculture. His brain was actually not very good. In terms of mathematics, he couldn't calculate how much money this was.

His fingers under the table began to curl. He was calculating.

Tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

So many zeros!

His breathing became slightly rapid. Although he didn't know exactly how much it was, it was definitely not small.

Honestly, this price was full of fatal attraction, but they wanted too much!

Selling another 500,000 tons of grain to these people, they still have more than 1 million tons of grain here, and the people also have hundreds of thousands of tons.

Although it is not enough for everyone to eat, it will not cause too big a problem.

But if they sold the 1 million tons of grain in their hands, they would only have 500,000 or 600,000 tons left.

Added to the private ones of the people, it would not exceed 1.2 million tons of wheat.

Diego and the ministers didn't consider selling all the grain in their hands, just thinking about selling 1 million tons to these people at a price of thirty-eight dollars to try it out.

Roger watched their eyeballs turning around, knowing they were going to discuss again, and took the initiative to stand up, "My friends and I are going to the door to smoke a cigarette."

Diego and his officials didn't object. After Roger and others left the hall and went to the balcony, and closed the door.

Diego asked, "If we sell them 1 million tons, is the remaining grain enough for people to eat?"

"Is there anyone who can calculate this account clearly?"

These masters definitely couldn't calculate it clearly, so soon there was an official specifically responsible for calculation, who was also an official who graduated from Jiede National University.

After his calculation, he got a number—

"President, ministers, the grain we have left, averaged among each of us, each person can get about 100 kilograms of wheat."

"100 kilograms?", Diego's small eyes suddenly widened, and everyone else was the same, "So much?"

He was a bit unbelievable. Each person averaged so much wheat, why did they often say they were not full and shouted hunger?

These unruly people, damn it!

Of course, he didn't agree in a fit of anger, but looked at the Minister of Agriculture, "What are we planting next?"

Although the Minister of Agriculture is also a person of the ruling group, he has been to university and has really studied crops. He answered very quickly, "Potatoes, carrots."

"Not many people eat carrots, mainly potatoes."

"Potatoes can be harvested in February or March next year, and then you can start spring sowing, followed by a new round of planting."

Hearing this, Diego actually already had the answer in his heart, "The yield of potatoes is very large, I remember."

The Minister of Agriculture nodded, "Three or four times."

After he finished this sentence, he immediately realized something.

"Look, from now to February or March next year, there are still four or five months, which is more than a hundred days."

"Just now our... our friend told us that the grain we have left averages 100 kilograms per person."

"Then we sell another 500,000 tons, and the remaining grain is divided among each person, each person can still get 50 kilograms."

"50 kilograms!", Diego emphasized this number, "More than a hundred days, every day each of them can still eat a catty of wheat. I think... this is not impossible."

He said a sentence and stopped, then gasped for air. Obesity made him almost unable to breathe.

Other ministers were discussing in a low voice. Although some people wanted to say something, they didn't speak in the end.

1.5 million tons of grain, a price of 60 million, an unprecedented super sale!

In the past, each of their groups could only get more than 1 million every year, and this 1 million was not necessarily all owned by someone, and had to be divided down.

But now, just for grain, they could swallow 60 million Federation Sol in one breath...

Those who knew they shouldn't do this couldn't open their mouths at this time.

The Federation people are too crazy, and they give too much. It looks like they are discussing, but in fact, they have already determined it.

Whoever opposes is the enemy of these ministers.

60 million!

Soon Roger returned to the room again. He sat in his chair, looking at them with a smile, "Gentlemen, have you discussed it?"

Diego nodded, "Forty dollars per ton, 1.5 million tons!"

The smile on Roger's face could no longer be controlled. He stood up and extended his hand, "Happy cooperation, Mr. President."

Diego supported the armrest of the chair and stood up, his face full of smiles. He shook Roger's hand twice, "Happy cooperation!"

"However, Mr. Roger, I don't hope you will disclose our transaction to the public."

Roger didn't feel surprised. He nodded and agreed, "No problem. Except for us, no one will know we transported this grain away."

"Then... I have to go back and prepare the money."

Diego also let go of his hand, "Tell me when the money is ready. That grain can board the ship at any time."

After coming out of the Presidential Palace, Roger immediately returned to the hotel and told Lans about this.

Lans made a phone call to the bank, and soon the funds began to be mobilized—this money was an interest-free loan.

Although he could come up with this money, a lot of the money in his hands was cash.

It just so happened that taking advantage of this opportunity to operate Lapa, he could also wash a part of the money clean.

Those banknotes were being packed into boxes and would be transported to Lapa port along with the cargo ship. When power reaches a certain level, whether money is washed or not is actually the same thing.

A grain trade of 1.5 million tons is definitely not a small matter, but both sides are keeping it secret, and people can only see big trucks constantly coming and going between the port and the pier.

Sometimes when the truck passes, it will sprinkle some wheat kernels, which will cause some children to scramble.

Don't look at the few wheat kernels. What they can grab might only be a small handful, but this thing can be ground into flour and can completely make a small bread.

So whenever a transport truck appears on the street, a large group of children will run after the truck with cloth bags, which can be regarded as a landscape of Lapa recently.

People actually know that they are probably transporting grain, but they don't know how much they transported away, and there is no wind on the market.

In the evening, two truck drivers came to the hotel where Lans lived. After layers of inspection, they came to the room.

Lans was a bit curious. These two truck drivers were from the Federation.

There are also truck drivers who can drive trucks in Lapa, but Lans didn't trust their driving skills.

Hiring them doesn't cost much money, but if they break a truck, not to mention losing a large sum of money, it will also delay the transportation time.

So these truck drivers are all from the Federation, and each person has about eighty-something dollars a month.

Now the price of technical jobs in the Federation has generally increased, and those who want to go abroad have extra subsidies, so the price is very high.

Lans also attaches great importance to these people.

"Is there anything?"

The two drivers touched me and I touched you, and soon the older one took the initiative to stand out, "Mr. Lans, I want to reflect a situation."

"Some people will make the ground from the warehouse to the port bumpy at night. Our trucks transporting grain will be very bumpy every time they pass."

"You know, bumpy trucks will always shake some wheat out, and we generally load them quite full."

"Then someone will rush out to snatch the wheat that was shaken out."

"We have handled it twice before, filling all the bumpy places, but they were soon destroyed. The local police don't do much in this matter."

Lans frowned, "What did the police say?"

"The police went to the scene to check and said they would handle it, but there has been no news so far."

Lans's frowned eyebrows relaxed, "Okay, I know. I will handle it as soon as possible. The news you reflected is very important."

He said to Ma Ma Duoer beside him, "You record their names, and give them an extra month's salary as a bonus this month."

Ma Ma Duoer walked over and recorded their personal information, and the two drivers left happily.

Lans dialed the local police station's phone and found their chief.

"Mr. Lans, I have already let our police go to the scene to check the situation you mentioned."

"We indeed didn't catch anyone at the scene, and Zhuolan's police force is limited. We can't always use the police force to help you clean the road."

"If you can catch the criminals, then call us again, so it's convenient for us to handle."

Lans didn't say much after listening and hung up the phone. It was clear that the police chief was perfunctory to him.

This actually reflects the attitude of the Presidential Palace. Although they did business, Diego doesn't like Federation people entering here, entering his country. This is his kingdom, not the Federation people's! ===== CHAPTER 896 =====