350: Chapter 350 Saudi Arabia

"Offering 50% of their oil shares in exchange for a five-year suspension of nuclear energy development?"

Lin Fang flipped through the documents Xu Anqing handed over. Seeing the black and white print, especially those staggering figures, he chuckled lightly, "These people are truly generous."

"It's not just Saudi Arabia. Iraq, Kuwait, the UAE, and Qatar also have similar intentions," Xu Anqing produced several other documents and placed them before Lin Fang.

"All offering oil shares, ranging from 45% to 60%. Kuwait even promised us an additional twenty-year usage right for three oil fields in the Persian Gulf."

"Hmm, indeed very tempting,"

Lin Fang nodded. If he remembered correctly, Saudi Arabia's annual oil GDP contribution alone was $600 billion. If he agreed to this deal, adding other countries, exceeding a trillion dollars annually would be effortless.

Apart from a promise, they wouldn't need to do anything else. The Third-Party Technology account would see nearly a trillion dollars flowing in every year.

The reason they were so eager to offer such substantial chips was, ultimately, the pressure from nuclear energy making these oil-dependent nations restless.

Although oil has many uses, its most prominent role is as an energy source. If Third-Party Technology and various countries officially began operating nuclear power plants, their oil would transform from 'black gold' into roadside stones, largely useless.

Since countries announced the construction of Nuclear Fusion energy bases in cooperation with Third-Party Technology, the international oil sector has been in continuous decline, the drop already surpassing historical extremes with no sign of stopping.

Moreover, Lin Fang could imagine that if he agreed to this, they would surely frantically exploit the remaining value of their oil resources within a few short years, selling as much as they could.

In that case, Third-Party Technology's annual share would far exceed a trillion dollars.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. This enormous sum is something even the current world's top company, or any country for that matter, cannot ignore.

Except for Lin Fang, who genuinely doesn't care for money and has no interest in it.

"It seems they're getting anxious,"

Lin Fang took a leisurely sip of plain water and looked at Xu Anqing, "I don't plan to intervene in this matter. Whether to agree or not is up to you? If you agree, you don't need to worry about pressure from various countries."

After all, even if Third-Party Technology really suspended the use of the Nuclear Fusion energy bases, aside from some protests, they could do nothing about it.

"Boss, you're still like this..."

Hearing this, Xu Anqing's hand trembled slightly. She rolled her eyes, but inevitably, her breathing became somewhat rapid.

This wasn't an ordinary business decision. It concerned annual revenue of trillions of dollars, the direction of the global energy landscape, and the lifelines of those oil-dependent nations.

One could say that right now, a single thought from Xu Anqing, the CEO of Third-Party Technology, could determine the world's course for years.

Apart from a private company like Third-Party Technology with such highly centralized power, this situation would be impossible in any other company.

"Boss, I will reject them," Xu Anqing said after a moment of thought:

"Money holds no meaning for our company now. The company is already the world's number one. Even relying solely on existing products, we would never lack funds. Agreeing with them would only slow down the company's development pace."

"Technological progress is unstoppable. If we halted for these benefits, we'd be no different from those decaying forces clinging to oil."

Xu Anqing paused, a gleam flashing in her eyes.

"Even if we reject them, they can't cause much trouble. Only by truly allowing Third-Party Technology's technology to benefit all humanity and establishing global energy discourse power—by then, even if they want to resist, no country will stand on their side."

Hearing her words, Lin Fang's expression showed no ripple, "Good. I'll add 50 yuan to your performance bonus this month."

"Wow, 50 yuan! Boss, you haven't given me a raise in so long, that's fantastic!"

Lin Fang's words filled Xu Anqing with joy, even though her annual salary was already an astronomical figure.

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"Alright, I understand. We'll head over now,"

In a luxurious hotel within Science City, a curvaceous blonde female secretary picked up the phone, communicated, then hung up and turned joyfully to the person beside her,

"Your Highness, Third-Party Technology has agreed to meet with us. Their General Manager is waiting for you."

"Good. I hope the negotiations go smoothly."

A middle-aged man with a headdress, broad eyebrows, and deep-set eyes slowly rose from the sofa. His white kandura robe shimmered with a delicate sheen under the light. He was Prince Khalid, the younger brother of Saudi Crown Prince Mohammed.

Beside him, a portly figure also sluggishly stood up, similarly wrapped in a traditional robe stretched taut by layers of fat, the collar not fastened tightly, revealing folds of thick fat piled on his neck.

He was Prince Bral Mohammed, the eldest son of the King of Saudi Arabia.

"Uncle, this company really has no manners. We are the Saudi royal family, yet they made us wait so long."

Prince Khalid glanced back at him, sighing inwardly. He was well aware of his elder brother's purpose in bringing him along. Was he really so untrustworthy now?

He hoped nothing would go wrong.

Prince Khalid instructed, "Bral, Third-Party Technology is no ordinary company. During the subsequent negotiations, I will handle the discussions with them. Just follow my arrangements."

"Understood," Bral waved his hand dismissively.

Arriving at the hotel entrance, Prince Khalid and his secretary boarded the first car, while Bral and several attendants were in the second.

Looking out the window at the cityscape filled with holographic projections, resembling a city of the future, even Khalid, who had seen it many times, couldn't help but marvel,

"Compared to this city, my country is like a backward village. The company that built this city is truly incredible."

The prince's tone turned melancholic.

"We hold the world's richest oil resources, yet only know how to use them to build palaces and luxury. We never considered where the country would go when that oil loses its value."

"Your Highness, you are trying, aren't you? I believe your country can be like this too,"

the female secretary beside him chimed in.

"I hope so..."

Khalid dropped the topic and asked her how much further to their destination.

"Ten more minutes."

For those ten minutes, Khalid watched the scenery outside the window, lost in thought, his gaze gradually becoming distant.

When he snapped back to reality, the car had stopped. Khalid refocused; outside the window was that towering white spire.

This was the headquarters of the entity known as the world's Precursors, the beacon of human civilization: Third-Party Biotechnology.