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Allen Zhang refused, "I'm sorry, I have other matters to attend to, and finding someone to tow a car takes some time. Maybe another day?"

Olivia sighed, "Alright, my villa is not far from here. Olivia knows where it is, you can follow her to find it. If you change your mind, come and find me!"

Took the money, turned, and rode off on the hoverboard.

Olivia greatly admired the persistence of the General Sect Leader, "Dear, now that you're so wealthy, do you have any plans?"

"Perhaps trying to date that beautiful young lady just now is also part of my plan?" Allen Zhang joked.

Olivia immediately flipped him the middle finger.

He took out his phone to contact Gate and David to see if they were working.

Gate: Boss, we're driving a garbage truck on the road, collecting cans, what's up?

Allen Zhang: Call for a tow truck to come back, there's some trash to be dealt with in the Crown District, and a Rolls-Royce that needs to be towed to Old Pick auto repair shop for repairs.

Gate: ok.

Having dealt with the business, Allen Zhang also said to Olivia, "Don't you have a property owner here who once worked in oil drilling?"

"Do you mean Mr. William from the East District? He indeed tried drilling for oil, but it seems he wasn't successful," Olivia replied and curiously asked, "You're not planning on drilling for oil, too, are you?"

"In fact, I've indeed purchased an Estate Ranch in the countryside and am currently looking for someone to process an oil drilling permit. I'm also missing a drilling platform, and I heard he's interested in selling his equipment. Could you help me contact him?" Allen Zhang said with a smile.

"Of course."

After listening, Olivia also took out her phone, contacted the property owner, and after a brief conversation, she nodded in satisfaction, "Follow me. Mr. William's son is at home, he can deal with this transaction for you, we can go visit them directly."

Allen Zhang got into his Jeep, and with Olivia, they drove towards the Rich District's East District, arriving soon at the residence, another luxurious villa.

They parked on the roadside, and Olivia stepped out to ring the doorbell.

The security door was quickly opened, and out came a decadent, shirtless, skinny white male with panda eyes, clearly a heavy smoker.

"Hey, what can I do for you?" the young man asked, yawning.

"Hello, we heard that Mr. William is interested in selling his drilling platform equipment, and I'd like to come and take a look," Allen Zhang said.

"Oh, my dad never mentioned it to me, but the drilling equipment is parked in the warehouse backyard. Come with me." The owner thought for a moment, then gladly agreed and led them to the backyard, unlocking the warehouse door with his fingerprint.

Inside was a somewhat battered and dusty platform truck.

Allen Zhang inspected it; the overall structure was pretty intact, alloy steel PDC drill bits, drill pipes, rotary steerable drilling tools, all were available.

He immediately expressed his satisfaction, "I would like to purchase this drilling equipment; how much do you want to sell it for?"

The young man pondered, "I'm not very familiar with the market price; maybe I need to consult my dad."

He turned and went inside to call the property owner. After a brief conversation, he came out and said, "Two alloy steel drill bits, $30,000 each, so $60,000 for two, 1500 meters of drill pipes for $150,000, drilling tools for $150,000, platform truck for $200,000, give me $560,000 and you can take it away."

Olivia looked at Allen Zhang, "Is this price reasonable?"

"Very reasonable," Allen Zhang immediately agreed with the other party. After all, a 1500-meter drilling platform on the market starts at at least $1.2 million, he promptly took out the cash and paid the other party.

"Do you mind if I ask what you're going to use it for?" the young man, having received the money, asked curiously.

"Buddy, of course, it's for drilling oil wells," Allen Zhang answered with a smile.

"Really? Good luck. My dad bought it and never managed to drill any oil with it; he wished he could sell it sooner," the young man laughed.