Sinclair didn't like Hayes and didn't have much binding power on Hayes, after all, Hayes was in charge of the construction of the project, and Sinclair was responsible for managing the company and developing the market.

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

Zhou Ziqiang's eyes flashed, his mouth moved, he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

In fact, he wanted to tell Sinclair that even if Chevron Oil Company gave up the Libyan oil project, USCA would not give up, and they would take it over when it was critical.

This is Zhou Ziqiang's hole card, and until the end, he doesn't want to turn it over.

Chevron's investment in North Africa and American-China Oil's investment in North Africa have a different impact.

Sinclair noticed Zhou Ziqiang's expression, and he asked with some expectation, "What can you do?" ”

"Luck matters, and you'd better pray Mr. Hayes' luck to get us through!"

Zhou Ziqiang shook his head and said with a cold humor.

It wasn't funny at all when it came out of his unsmiling face!

Sinclair shrugged helplessly, spread his hands, and nodded: "That's right, luck is important!" Let's hope it falls from the sky this time! Oh no, it should come out of the ground! ”

"Let's go! Buddy! Even if luck comes out of the ground, this is Benghazi, and it's still a bit far away. ”

Zhou Ziqiang grinned and nodded.

The two got into a car, took bodyguards and assistants, and a group of more than a dozen people arrived at Benghazi airport, and soon the plane took off and flew south along the coastline.

To get to and from Libyan exploration and cities more quickly, Chevron purchased Cummins-Lincoln aircraft.

The plane did not fly fast, and the wind outside blew into the cabin. Brings coolness. Let Sinclair's confused mind roasted by the heat become 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 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 and Hangzhou regions of China, it is one of the best green teas in China. ”

Zhou Ziqiang took a sip of tea, the faint fragrance of tea bloomed in his mouth, and he said with a look of enjoyment.

It's North Africa, and it's a place where tea comes all the way. The cost is not small.

For Zhou Ziqiang, being expensive is not a problem, and he has a sense of accomplishment if a foreigner can develop the habit of drinking tea.

Sinclair's attention was not on the tea leaves, looking at the desolate and vast desert of the African continent below, he smiled: "I have flown more than a dozen times on the route from Benghazi to Sierte, and I have also run on land four or five times, it seems that I am no stranger to this place, but I have never known about this magical continent.

I know it's a continent of bounty. But will fate allow us to discover the treasure we seek? ”

"Dude, don't be emotional! You are not a poet at all. Just a copper-smelling merchant, a marauder, and if you can, you will fly back to New York or some big city with your treasure at once. ”

Zhou Ziqiang interrupted Sinclair's emotion, Sinclair was a little unhappy, and heard Zhou Ziqiang say, "Of course, it doesn't matter what the name is, the important thing is that we can all get what we want." Judging by my experience with the adventures of Westerners on the African continent, the odds of success for a bandit like you are very high! ”

"You're a robber too! Damn infidels! Sinclair glared at Zhou Ziqiang and exhaled angrily, "I really don't understand what you Chinese think, why you have traveled thousands of miles to Africa, and the Meihua company has sent so many people over, and invested so much money to build cities and settlements." It's not a money-making deal at all! It's not worth losing so much money every year!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, the assistant bodyguards around them had no intention of dissuading them, but looked at them quietly, as if they were used to seeing each other, with expressions of watching a play on their faces.

Africa is so boring, it's boring on flights over Africa, the project is not going well, everyone's morale is not high, even if you watch the bosses bickering, it's boring a lot, but for them, it's a good pastime.

Zhou Ziqiang was silent, although in the name of Chevron Oil Company, many of the investments in Libya were actually paid by the United States and Chinese companies and related Chinese-funded enterprises, and building settlements in Africa is really not a profitable business.

The only good thing is that the "little yellow mouse" of the European population is cheap, and they don't have to pay too much salary, and Nanhua has built a lot of ships, which can be regarded as stimulating the development of the shipbuilding industry for overseas immigrants.

Zhou Ziqiang thought for a while and said, "Okay! This brings us back to the root of the problem. You know, a lot of our immigration programs revolve around oil projects, and if you're finished, we're not going to have a good time, but we're not going to go, we're going to stick to it. ”

"Won't go, hold on?"

Sinclair looked at Zhou Ziqiang's firm and determined appearance, and seemed to think of something, could it be that he said-

From the map, Libya's Mediterranean coast is like a semi-circular arc concave to the south, Tripoli is at the left end of the arc, Benghazi is at the right end of the arc, these two cities are about the same size, population, and economic development, and together they basically account for fifty or sixty percent of the country's population and economic territory, and Libya is basically composed of two cities, Tripoli and Benghazi.

The place that recesses south in the middle of the arc is the Siirt Basin, which was once overlooked by the civilized world, and is the destination of Sinclair and Zhou Ziqiang's flight.

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

Originally, there were no people, and Chevron Oil Company was exploring oil in the Sierte area, and handed over the wharf project to a Chinese construction company.

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

Subsequently, more and more Chinese flocked to Sierte, transforming the town in a matter of years, with ports and docks, workshops, factories, farms, cement factories, and Chevron oil companies airfields in the barren land.

The Italians may have been startled when they began to see each other. The small town of Sirt. There were actually 30,000 or 40,000 yellow-skinned Chinese.

Compared to Tripoli and Benghazi. There are not many oases in Siirt, and the conditions are not very good in all aspects, and these "infidels" can actually survive?

Italy jokingly calls these Chinese little yellow mice, who can survive tenaciously wherever they go.

Of course, they did not forget to spy on everything in Sierte, after all, this is their territory, especially the every move of Chevron Oil Company, which tuggs at the nerves of Italy.

Once Chevron Oil extracted the oil. The Italians will follow.

Chevron had reached an agreement with Italy's greatest man, Mussolini, that Italian oil merchants would be able to buy crude oil from Chevron at a favorable price.

Even including home delivery services, Chevron promised to deliver crude oil to Italian mainland and directly to Italian refineries, solving the problem of insufficient transportation capacity for Italians.

This pleased Mussolini, so he gave the green light to Chevron's actions in Libya.

Of course, he did not forget to encourage Italian oil merchants to go to Libya to compete with Chevron, and at first the Italians did well, and their enthusiasm was very high, and they drilled more than a dozen exploratory wells in the Libyan region in a row.

It's all just a beautiful fantasy. The reality is that the deserts of Africa are so hot and boring that they are desperately desolate.

The Italians got nothing. Gradually, I couldn't stand the loss, and then I gave up.

Only the Chevron oil company is still insisting, and the Italians secretly laugh at the foolish Yankees and the little Chinese henchmen who are as foolish as them are doing useless work, and there is indescribable joy in their hearts to see them lose money in vain.

Schadenfreude mentality, this is normal.

At the same time, he hoped that Chevron would succeed and bring rich oil resources to oil-poor Italy, so he turned a blind eye to the entry of Chinese into Libya.

Ironically, Chevron and the Chinese built the town of Siirt and made a small town famous, but never opened an oil well.

Savvy Italian businessmen saw the business opportunities in the small town of Sirt, and they preferred to do business with the Chinese, opening an Italian restaurant, selling clothes and perfumes and the like.

Pasta sells well, selling clothes and perfume is not good, it's not that the Chinese don't like to use it, but they themselves shipped a lot of clothes and perfumes from the Far East to sell to Africans, including radios, fans, lights and other electrical appliances, when did the Chinese actually export high-tech electrical appliances to the world?

The Italians were surprised.

The Italian businessman calculated the account and found that he could still make money by importing clothes, perfumes, radios, and fans from the Chinese and selling them back to Italy.

So dumping Chinese goods, making pasta, showing Italian art films to the Chinese, the favorite business of Italian businessmen in Libya.

Sinclair didn't care why the Chinese liked to go to the Italian cinema, and after getting off the plane, he walked into the office of the Siert Chevron Oil Company with a serious face, and asked the officer on duty directly: "What about Mr. Hayes?" ”

"The well is out of order, and Mr. Hayes rushed over an hour ago." A Chinese officer on duty carefully explained.

The office knew that every time Mr. Sinclair came to Sirte, he was not in a good mood.

Mr. Hayes had agreed to meet Mr. Sinclair in the office, but now that the pigeons have been released, can Mr. Sinclair be happy?

"What's the situation?"

Zhou Ziqiang asked with a frown.

Could it be that something happened again? The last time the exploration team was attacked by the natives, several technicians almost died, and then cleaned up by himself, hoping that there would be no more similar security incidents.

Zhou Ziqiang thought instinctively.

Safeguarding the property of oil companies and Chinese-funded companies and ensuring the safety of the Chinese were his main tasks.

The officer on duty obviously knew Zhou Ziqiang, and he shook his head: "I don't know, Mr. Hayes received the telegram and hurriedly ran to the exploration area." He also prepared a car for you to follow. ”

"Damn, this guy, what the hell is going on?" Sinclair scolded under his breath.

That guy was referring to Hayes, of course. If it weren't for the fact that Hayes was so dark and strong and hard that he couldn't beat him himself, Sinclair would have wanted to knock his pipe on his skull and ask that guy who wouldn't even be able to explain a word.

"Let's go!"

Zhou Ziqiang pulled Rasinclair, and the two of them got into a car and ran to the exploration area regardless of their hardships, and a convoy of more than 20 people and four or five vehicles, including cars and trucks, drove towards the exploration area.

Of course, there are also local staff who mix with them, who prefer horseback riding to the bosses and their younger brothers who like to make cars.

The road conditions were very bad, and one car broke down, and after four or five hours of bumpy road, thirsty and hot, finally came to the edge of the exploration area, and there were signs at the intersection in Chinese, English and Italian.

It's already dusk.

Just when Sinclair and they felt ** difficult, they heard the voices of people in front of them, and it seemed to be a mess, it seemed that something really happened!

Sinclair's face sank, and his heart sank, feeling that he had to face the judgment of fate.

However, as the distance closed, before Sinclair could get out of the car, he heard a turbaned Arab boy running in front of him, shouting something and pointing to the sky in the distance.

Sinclair and Zhou Ziqiang hurriedly climbed out of the window and looked out, and vaguely saw a cloud of black ink in the sky slowly spreading, becoming clearer and clearer, the most black oil column went straight into the sky, and the black crude oil erupted from the ground and rolled down.

The smell of sulphur and gasoline wafted through the air.

It smells so uplifting!

"It's really a day!" Zhou Ziqiang muttered, looking at the self-blowing well in the distance, and kept nagging, "It's day, it's day-"

Sinclair pushed the door open with a trembling hand, got out of the car, looked straight ahead, and couldn't help but walk towards the oil well, the smell of sulfur and oil in the air intoxicated him, it was the best smell of his life.

"Do you calculate, how much oil can such a well produce in a year?" Zhou Ziqiang recovered quickly, and unlike Sinclair, he lost his temper and asked the Chinese employee of the oil company next to him.

"At least 100,000 tons!" The Chinese employee replied and nodded heavily, "Definitely!" This is a self-blowing well, spewing out of the ground more than ten meters high? ”

The company will definitely give out a bonus, thinking of this, a smile appeared on his young face, and he had more expectations.

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

Hayes walked over with oil, his body was covered with viscous crude oil, and his brain, which was already very dark, was even darker at this time, and he hugged Zhou Ziqiang and Sinclair, and "dyed black" these two belated guys.

"Oh my God! Oh, my God! You are my brother, you are my brother! Sinclair excitedly took Hayes's hand and kept repeating it.

Zhou Ziqiang frowned at the smell of crude oil, and quietly distanced himself from Hayes, this guy had just ruined his suit.

"When I got to 700 meters, I hit a rock layer and destroyed several drill bits in a row. This was the last drill bit, and I thought it was going to be over! ”

Hayes babbled, his mouth squirting fast and indistinct English, which fully embodied the black rap talent, and wanted to vent the depressed pressure of several years through saliva, "Dude, you can't think of it, you can't think of it, oh my God, all of a sudden, they're squirting!" ”

"All of a sudden, they're squirting!" Hayes kept repeating it!

The hands danced, the fat lips kept rolling, the two front teeth were large and white, and a green vegetable shredded floated between the teeth. (To be continued.) )