The journey starts from the Titanic

The African head of the Chinese Kiss Conference?

The head of the African branch of the South China Intelligence Agency?

And Chevron Oil Company's security consultant?

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There are too many identities to be counted for a while. At the same time, it also supervises the development of Chinese forces in the Persian Gulf region (mainly Kuwait). The pressure is also great, especially if the Italians are wary, they must be dispelled. It is not easy for Europeans to guard against Chinese.

Fortunately, the Chinese played an irreplaceable role in the construction of Benghazi Nai and Libya, and the Italians could not provide so much capital and technology investment and had to rely on the Chinese.

"Italians are relatively easy to deal with, but Chevron Petroleum’s business is a headache. Chinese workers entered Libya mainly under the name of cooperation with Chevron Petroleum. Chevron Petroleum’s African exploration team More than 80% are Chinese with yellow skin.

Focusing on Chevron’s Africa plan, Meihua has built infrastructure and factories there.

If Chevron Oil Company breaks down in Libya, it will also severely damage the Chinese people's pioneering career in Africa."

While thinking, frowning, Zhou Zhiqiang walked into the Benghazi branch of Chevron Petroleum, a five-story reinforced concrete house built by Chinese workers.

As soon as I came in, I heard a rude Yankee tantrums: "Dear Zhou, I happened to be looking for you, we are in big trouble. Damn Hengda Brown, actually want to stop funding! He is blackmail, damned tyrant , Can’t you see how much sweat and achievements we have done?

The damn Italians will only lie on the credits we created and enjoy themselves. They are almost useless except for making noodles. Even the finger natives rely on our oil company security personnel.

Damn it, if you can't get oil, it's all over!"

"Mr. Sinclair, calm down! The matter is not at the end, we can't give up! At least we have built the road to the Sirte tribe, and the drilling equipment has been transported. I believe Mr. Hayes will not let us down. Isn't it?"

Zhou Ziqiang frowned. The Yankee in front of him had been eating sand for several years. Now the local headquarters has issued a notice. If he can't find oil, without the support of the headquarters, he can't go back to the United States and he will almost wander. No wonder this will happen. He couldn't hold his breath, he was about to collapse.

I heard that he was still a rich Yankee and a millionaire. It’s no wonder, who doesn’t want to return to the big city to enjoy the blessing?

"Damn Sirte, if it weren't for the indifferent natives to get in the way, maybe we could save a lot of incidents. You shouldn't have been so kind last time, just slaughter those bastards!"

Sinclair vented his anger on the indigenous people again. Libya is not a country or a nation, but a loose group of indigenous tribes, a so-called nation that was forced by Western colonists.

There are almost no nations and nations in Africa, and most of them were pieced together by people. Therefore, as soon as the Western colonists withdrew, the unruly black uncles scattered wildly, often in groups.

It is the 1920s, and the African uncles in big cities are still obedient, but when they leave the two big cities of Tripoli, Benghazi, they will inevitably encounter some unopened indigenous tribes. The best way to deal with them is machine guns and candy.

Zhou Ziqiang was noncommittal about Sinclair's words. Damn, Lao Tzu had already dealt with the Sirte tribe in accordance with Nanhua's standards for dealing with native indigenous people. He killed hundreds of people and drove tens of thousands of people elsewhere. What do you think?Could it be possible that the Spanish had annihilated the Inca Empire?

Although he was anxious, Zhou Ziqiang didn't make a mess of himself. His calm performance gave Sinclair a little confidence.

"Sorry, I lost my mind just now, the pressure is too much!" Sinclair scratched his head, embarrassed, and pulled off his tie. After drinking a glass of wine, his emotions slowly calmed down.

Sinclair knew that this week, a mysterious week, had a lot of energy behind it. If he got his support, even if he couldn't get along with Chevron Oil, he might have some assurance in the future.

As for the Hayes mentioned by Zhou Ziqiang, the black man, if he had not entered the company early, had good luck, and found a lot of oil fields behind his boss, could he not become a senior technical officer of Chevron Oil?

Isn’t that, in Libya, the guy’s true identity is revealed, right?How about not discovering an oil field until now?

Chapter 193 Africa's First Oil Well

This does not prevent him from venting his grievances on others.

Zhou Ziqiang's eyes flashed, his mouth moved, and he didn't say what he wanted to say.

In fact, he wanted to tell Sinclair that even if Chevron Petroleum abandons the Libyan oil project, Meihua Petroleum will not give up, and they will take over when it is critical.

This is Zhou Ziqiang's trump card, and he doesn't want to show it until the end.

Chevron Petroleum's investment in North Africa and the US-China Petroleum Corporation's investment in North Africa have different impacts.

Sinclair noticed Zhou Ziqiang's expression. He asked expectantly: "What can you do?"

"Luck is very important. You'd better pray that Mr. Hayes' luck will help us pass the barrier smoothly!"

Zhou Ziqiang shook his head and said humorously.

The words came out of his unsmiling face, it was not funny at all!

Sinclair shrugged helplessly, spread his hands, and nodded again: "Yes, luck is very important! I hope it will fall from the sky this time! Oh no, it should come out of the ground!"

"Let's go! Man! Even if luck emerges from the ground, this is Benghazi, which is still a bit far away."

Zhou Ziqiang grinned and nodded.

The two got in the car, took their bodyguards and assistants, and a group of more than a dozen people came to Benghazi Airport. After a while, the plane took off and flew south along the coastline.

In order to travel between the exploration area and the city in Libya more quickly, Chevron Petroleum purchased Cummins-Lincoln Aircraft Company aircraft.

The plane was not flying fast, and the wind from outside blew into the cabin, bringing coolness, and making Sinclair's bewildered mind burned by the high temperature clearer.

"Your Chinese tea is good, what's it called?"

He asked Zhou Ziqiang while drinking tea to pass the boring journey.

After living in the hot North Africa for several years, he became more and more fond of Chinese tea and threw away coffee.

"West Lake Longjing! Produced in the Suzhou-Hangzhou region of China, one of the best green teas in China."

Zhou Ziqiang took a sip of tea, and the faint fragrance of tea bloomed in his mouth, enjoying himself.

This is North Africa, and the cost of transporting tea from thousands of miles is not small.

For Zhou Ziqiang, expensiveness is not a problem. He has a sense of accomplishment to make a foreigner develop the habit of drinking tea.

Sinclair’s attention was not on the tea, looking at the desolate and vast desert of the African continent below, he smiled and said: "I have flown the route from Benghazi to Sirte more than a dozen times, and I am also on land. After running four or five times, I seem to be familiar with this place, but I have never understood this magical continent.

I know this is a fertile continent, but will destiny let us discover the treasures we seek?"

"Man, don't feel sorry! You are not a poet at all. You are just a copper-smelly businessman, a predator. If you can, you will not fly back to New York or some big city with your treasure immediately."

Zhou Ziqiang interrupted Sinclair’s feelings. Sinclair was a little unhappy. He heard Zhou Ziqiang say, "Of course, it doesn’t matter what the name is. What’s important is that we can all get what we want. As I treat Westerners Judging by the adventurous experience of the African continent, a robber like you has a high chance of success!"

"You are also a robber! Damn infidel!" Sinclair glared at Zhou Ziqiang, and exclaimed, "I really don't understand what you Chinese think, why do you travel all the way to Africa, and Meihua company sent so many people here. , And invested so much money to build urban immigration points. This is not a profitable business at all! Losing so much money every year is really not worth it!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, the assistant bodyguards next to them didn't mean to discourage them. Instead, they looked at them quietly, as if they were getting used to seeing them, all with an expression on their faces.

Africa is too boring. It’s also boring on flights over Africa. The project is not going well and everyone’s morale and enthusiasm are not high. Even if the bosses are bickering, it will be boring more often, but for them, it’s a good pastime. .

Zhou Ziqiang was silent. Although under the name of Chevron Petroleum, many investments in Libya were actually paid for by Meihua and related Chinese-funded enterprises. The establishment of settlements in Africa is really not a profitable business.

The only good thing is that the "yellow mice" among the European population are cheap and don't have to pay them too much salary. Nanhua has built many ships, which can be regarded as a boost to the development of the shipbuilding industry for overseas immigrants.

Zhou Ziqiang thought for a while, and said, "Okay! This goes back to the root of the problem. You know, many of our immigration plans are based on oil projects. If you are finished, we will not have a good time, but we do not Will go and will stick to it."

"Can't go, keep going?"