The journey starts from the Titanic

Sinclair looked at Zhou Ziqiang's firm and determined manner, as if thinking of something, could it be said--

From the map, the Mediterranean coast of Libya is like a semicircular arc sunken to the south. Tripoli is at the left end of the arc, and Benghazi is at the right end of the arc. The economic development of these two cities is similar in size and population. Libya is basically composed of the two cities of Tripoli and Benghazi.

The place sunken to the south in the middle of the arc is the Sirte Basin, which was once neglected by the civilized world. It was the destination of Sinclair and Zhou Ziqiang's flight.

The flight time was not long, and the plane landed in a seaside town called Silt.

Originally there were no people. Chevron Oil Company was exploring for oil in the Sirte area and handing over the terminal project to the Chinese construction company.

The terminal is also operated by a Chinese shipping company. In order to load and unload equipment for oil exploration, the terminal company spends a lot of money to install large port cranes, and all kinds of machinery and equipment from Wuhan, Los Angeles, Chicago and other places are sent to the African continent.

Subsequently, more and more Chinese flocked to Sirte and changed the town within a few years. The original barren land appeared as a port, wharf, workshop, factory, cement factory, and Chevron Oil Company's airport.

The Italians may be startled when they saw it. In the small town of Sirte, there were three to four thousand Chinese with yellow skin.

Compared with Tripoli and Benghazi, there are not many oasis in Sirte and the conditions are not very good in all aspects. Can these "infidels" survive?

Italy jokingly calls these Chinese little yellow mice, who can survive tenaciously everywhere.

Of course, they did not forget to monitor everything about Sirte. After all, this is their territory, especially Chevron Petroleum's every move, which affects Italy's nerves.

Once Chevron Petroleum has extracted oil, the Italians will follow.

Chevron Petroleum has reached a consensus with Mussolini, Italy's greatest man, that Italian oil merchants can buy crude oil from Chevron Petroleum at a preferential price.

Even including door-to-door service, Chevron Petroleum Corporation promised to deliver crude oil to Italy and directly to Italian refineries to solve the problem of insufficient transportation capacity for Italians.

This made Mussolini very happy, so he gave the green light to Chevron Oil's operations in Libya.

Of course, he did not forget to encourage Italian oil merchants to go to Libya to compete with Chevron Petroleum. At first, the Italians did a good job and were very enthusiastic. They drilled more than a dozen exploratory wells in Libya.

All this is just a beautiful fantasy. The reality is that the deserts of Africa are so hot and boring, and desperately desolate.

The Italians got nothing, and gradually they couldn't stand the loss, and later gave up.

Only Chevron Petroleum Company is still insisting. The Italians secretly laugh at the foolish Yankees and their foolish little Chinese attendants doing useless work. Seeing them lose money in vain, they are indescribably happy.

The mentality of gloating is normal.

At the same time, I hope Chevron Oil Company will succeed and bring abundant oil resources to Italy, which is short of oil, so I turn a blind eye to the Chinese entering Libya.

The irony is that Chevron Petroleum and the Chinese built the small town of Sirte, which made a small town more impressive, but never opened an oil well.

Smart Italian businessmen see the business opportunities in the small town of Sirte. They are more willing to do business with the Chinese, open an Italian restaurant, and sell clothes and perfumes.

Pasta sells well, but selling clothes and perfume is not good. It’s not that the Chinese don’t like to use them. Instead, they bring a lot of clothes and perfumes from the Far East to sell to Africans, including radios, fans, lights and other electrical appliances. Has the world exported high-tech electrical appliances?

The Italians were surprised.

The Italian businessman settled the bills and found that he could make a profit if he imported clothes, perfume, radio fans from the Chinese and sold them back to Italy.

So I dumped Chinese goods, made pasta, and played Italian art films for the Chinese, the favorite business of Italian businessmen in Libya.

Sinclair had no intention of caring about why the Chinese like to go to Italian cinemas. After getting off the plane, he walked into the Silt Chevron Oil Company office with a serious face and directly asked the staff on duty: "Where is Mr. Hayes?"

"There is something wrong with the oil well. Mr. Hayes rushed over an hour ago." A Chinese man on duty explained carefully.

The office knows that every time Mr. Sinclair comes to Sirte, his mood is not very good.

Originally, Mr. Hayes agreed to meet with Mr. Sinclair in the office. Now that the pigeons are released, can Mr. Sinclair be happy?

"What's happening?"

Zhou Ziqiang frowned and asked.

Could something happen again?The exploratory team was attacked by indigenous people last time, and several technicians were almost killed. Later, I cleaned it up by myself, hoping that similar security incidents would not happen again.

Zhou Ziqiang thought instinctively.

Maintaining the property of the Chinese-owned oil company and ensuring the safety of the Chinese are his main tasks.

The staff on duty obviously knew Zhou Ziqiang, and he shook his head: "I don't know, Mr. Hayes hurried to the exploration area after receiving the telegram. He also prepared a car for you and asked you to follow along. "

"Damn it, what happened to this guy?" Sinclair cursed in a low voice.

That guy naturally refers to Hayes.If Hayes was dark, strong and hard, and couldn't beat him by himself, Sinclair would really want to knock his pipe on his head, and ask that guy who wouldn't even be able to explain clearly.

"Let's go!"

Zhou Ziqiang pulled Racineclair. Regardless of their hard work, the two got into the car and ran to the exploration area. A convoy composed of four or five vehicles, including cars and trucks, drove toward the exploration area with great strength.

Of course, the local staff who mix with them are indispensable. Compared with the bosses and their brothers who like to make cars, they prefer to ride horses.

The road conditions were very bad. A car broke down and was bumpy for four or five hours. He was thirsty and hot, and finally came to the edge of the exploration area. A sign in Chinese, English and Italian was placed at the intersection.

It's already dusk.

Just when Sinclair and the others were feeling hard, they heard the crowd in front of them, it seemed like a mess, it seemed that something really happened!

Sinclair's face sank, and his heart frustrated, feeling that he was about to face the sentence of fate.

However, as the distance narrowed, before Sinclair got out of the car, he heard the Arab kid in a turban who was riding a horse and exploring the road running over, shouting something while pointing to the sky in the distance.

Sinclair and Zhou Ziqiang hurriedly climbed the window and looked out, faintly seeing a cloud of black ink in the sky slowly spreading, becoming clearer and clearer. The most black oil column plunged into the sky, and the black crude oil sprayed from the ground. Out, rolling down.

The smell of sulfur and gasoline mixed in the air.

It smells so refreshing!

"This, it's really going up!" Zhou Ziqiang muttered, looking at the spouting well in the distance, he kept nagging, "The sky is up, the sky is up..."

Sinclair pushed the car door tremblingly, got out of the car, looked straight ahead, and couldn't help walking towards the oil well. The smell of sulfur and oil in the air made him intoxicated. This was the best smell in his life.

"You do the math, how much oil can such a well produce a year?" Zhou Ziqiang recovered quickly, not like Sinclair, and asked the Chinese employee of the oil company next to him.

"At least 10,000 tons!" the Chinese employee replied and nodded again, "It must be! This is a spouting well. How about ten meters high from the ground?"

The company will definitely give out a bonus. Thinking of this, his young face shows a smile, and there is more expectation.

"Haha! Zhou, Sinclair, we made it! This is the first oil well on the African continent!"

Hayes walked over, covered in oily crude oil. He was already very dark, and his brain was now shiny and black. He hugged Zhou Ziqiang and Sinclair, and put them together. The late guy "dyeed black".

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! You are my brother, you are my brother!" Sinclair held Hayes's hand excitedly, repeating these words repeatedly.

Zhou Ziqiang was frowned by the smell of crude oil and quietly distanced himself from Hayes. This guy had just ruined his suit.

"When I drilled to 7 meters, I hit a rock formation and destroyed several drill bits in a row. This is the last drill bit, I thought it would be finished!"