The journey starts from the Titanic

Hayes babbled endlessly, his mouth constantly squirting fast and vague English, which fully reflects the talent of black rap. He wants to vent the depressed pressure of the past few years through saliva, "You can't think of it, you must not, my God, Suddenly, they spewed out!"

"Suddenly, they burst out!" Hayes kept repeating this sentence!

Dancing with his hands, his thick lips kept rolling, his two front teeth were big and white, and a silk of green cabbage floated between the teeth.

Chapter 194

But everything is worth it, and there is unspeakable joy in my heart.

It feels like a dream!

Sinclair got up, drank a large glass of water, calmly thinking back to his body.

The blowout well is a major event, which not only changes Libya, but also pushes itself and Chevron to the forefront.

Concealment is impossible. In the afternoon, he ordered the information to be blocked and strictly managed the exploration team, which lasted at most ten and a half months.

It is not difficult for Sinclair to imagine that the Italians, French, British, and their fellow Americans, who flew over like flies.

Thinking of this, Sinclair felt pressure. How to keep the oil field and expand the oil field as much as possible became his top priority.

Sinclair no longer sleeps and has been lying in bed thinking about the future development of Libya and what measures Chevron Oil Company will take.

As soon as daybreak, he brought Hayes and Zhou Ziqiang with two dark circles under his eyes.

"It's time to wake up, folks, the carnival is over, at least for people like us, the carnival is already in the past, and the trouble has just begun."

Sinclair clapped his palms to attract Hayes Zhou Ziqiang’s attention, and said in a serious tone, “Think about it, the news of the oil field will soon spread. I don’t doubt Italians, French, and English. Including the surrounding indigenous tribes, they will all stare at us. If we take it lightly, these jackals will tear us apart and swallow us in their stomachs."

"Fighting is your job. My job is to find the oil fields. Now my task is completed. My boys have eaten enough sand here. We have to go back to the big city for vacation. Hey, it's been a long time since we left Los Angeles. Up."

Hayes yawned, and said with a tired face, waving his hand with an indifferent look, "You and Zhou will figure it out!"

"This guy!-the mud can't help the wall!"

Sinclair glared at Hayes. After a night, the good impression of Hayes seemed to be a little bit less. But this can’t be blamed on Hayes. Chevron Oil Company has strict regulations and the exploration team. The mission is to find oil. As for the subsequent oil field construction, oil extraction, and transportation, other departments will do it.

For Hayes and the others, the vacation has already begun, and the beautiful sunny beaches are beckoning to them.

Hayes glanced at Sinclair. This guy returned to his earlier shrewd look and smiled: "If I were you, reporting the good news to the local area is the top priority. Without the support of the headquarters, I want to make the oil It’s not easy."

Sinclair didn’t intend to get any useful advice from Hayes. Hearing Hayes’s words, he nodded and said, “Before you get up, I have sent someone back to the town of Sirte to send a telegram to the headquarters. Now! It is estimated that the news has reached Los Angeles.

Before local orders arrive, we have to prepare ourselves."

Hayes shrugged, smiled, and stopped talking.

Sinclair turned his head to Zhou Ziqiang and listened to his opinion.

Zhou Ziqiang analyzed from the perspective of security that the security personnel of the oil company were sufficient to deal with the surrounding tribes before the big forces came in.

But if someone wants to take the risk and offend the oil field, they have to send more people from Benghazi and other areas.

Sinclair nodded and approved Zhou Ziqiang's statement.

He added: "Practice has proved that our geological report is credible, this area, this, this, this, and this," Sinclair unfolded a map of Libya at several important exploration sites in the Sirte Basin. He pointed and judged confidently, "There may be oil in this area, and the entire Sirte Basin is a vast oil field. The failure of some previous exploration wells only means that we almost looked away, not that there is no oil underground. ."

"Our goal is to occupy the entire Sirte Basin area, at least as much as possible."

Sinclair Howe air said.

"We have already bought the land in the No. 1 well area. There is no problem. The No. 2 well and the No. 3 well area are all next to the No. 1 well. We can also occupy it, but the Sirte Basin is so big that we want to occupy it. Impossible, Italians are not that stupid."

Zhou Ziqiang was not so optimistic and frowned.

"Time is standing with us. We must be ahead of our competitors. If we obtain the mining rights in these areas, I will be personally responsible for this."

Sinclair said that he decisively assigned tasks to Hayes and Zhou Ziqiang. Hayes would rush back to Los Angeles with the oilfield information and Sinclair’s plan as much as possible. Zhou Ziqiang dispatched a Chinese engineering team to build the oil well. On the road to the pier, plan the pipeline route, and by the way, tidy up the indigenous people along the route.

Sinclair himself sits in the middle and dispatches employees of oil companies to purchase land, at least from which indigenous tribes he obtains the oil exploitation rights of their land, and legally ensures Chevron Petroleum's oil exploitation rights in the Sirte area.

"Damn, my vacation is ruined again!"

Hayes complained, leaving Sinclair's office grinningly, and returning to the small town of Sirte, he would have to fly to Benghazi and fly back to the United States from Benghazi on an international flight.

From Benghazi to London, to Greenland, to New York, flying across the Atlantic Ocean, and then flying across the North American continent from New York, it is best to reach Los Angeles, almost half the earth.

When he set foot on the Los Angeles Airport, he lost a lot of weight, and his feet were light when he walked.

Situ Nam Hengda Brown and other board members are waiting for the good news he brings back.

Before he had a short rest, he was taken to Long Beach City, the Chevron Oil Company headquarters building.

Henda Brown was in the most excited mood. Three days ago, he received a telegram from Benghazi saying that the company had discovered a blowout well in the Silt region of Libya. He was surprised and delighted. He also doubted whether the news was fake.

As more telegrams were sent back from Libya, more and more news about the Sirte oil field appeared on Henda Brown's desk, and he had to believe it.

"Well No. 1 is a spouting well, which shocked us at the time. Judging from my experience, the annual oil output of Well No. 1 is at least 100,000 tons. Our temperament report also shows that the Xierte area It is rich in oil resources. An optimistic estimate is that the No. 1 oil field where Well No. 1 is located has oil reserves of more than 100 million tons."

Hayes spoke eloquently on the board of directors, his eyes swept across the faces of a group of directors on the board, all of them had excited expressions, listening intently to their report.

"One hundred million tons?!"

The directors were smiling, and they knew there must be more than this number.

I didn't expect the adventure in Africa to be successful. Originally, some directors were very dissatisfied with investing in Africa for a long time, and they were very dissatisfied with it. Now, their attitudes immediately reversed. The most positive one is them.

It was the big boss, the young figure sitting in the top position, his eyes drifted away, there was no expression on his face, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't see much excitement on his face, as if he had expected it long ago.

Hayes continued: "Although there is no oil quality inspection, my years of experience tells me that Libya's crude oil is likely to be high-quality light sulfur oil. Before I came back, the oilfield management was handed over to Mr. Sinclair. Mr. Sinclair is now deploying plans in Libya to ensure that Chevron’s interests are not infringed."

Hayes did not forget to mention Sinclair in the end, and explained some of Sinclair's arrangements to the board of directors.

"The situation in Libya is more complicated. Mr. Sinclair's situation is a bit delicate. If the headquarters cannot fully support him, the good situation may be ruined."

Hayes warned slightly.

His eyes stayed on Hengda Brown's face for a while, then looked at Situ Nan, Situ Nan smiled slightly, and nodded to Hayes.

Chevron Petroleum Corporation has expanded its shares several times, and Hayes' shares have been diluted a lot, but he is still eligible to appear on the board of directors and is an important member of Chevron Petroleum Corporation.

Especially Situ Nan, although he does not usually manage Chevron Oil Company affairs, his favor for Hayes is well known to the board of directors.

Henda Brown glanced at Hayes and smiled slightly: "Well, I used to think about Mr. Sinclair a little bit, but things are very different now. Mr. Sinclair's performance made us admiring us. No one would treat him. The results are invisible, and no one will let the opportunity slip away. The headquarters will unreservedly support him. In any case, we must ensure Chevron's interests in Africa."

After speaking, he looked at Situ Nan who was sitting aside, and motioned Situ Nan to speak. Situ Nan was Chevron's largest shareholder.

Situ Nan's expression became more on his face at this time, he glanced at the following board members, and nodded: "It has always been my plan to enter Africa. Chevron Oil's achievements in recent years are great. This is what the elites of Wall Street This fact has been explained again and again with dazzling financial figures.