"Wow!" A heavy rain fell from the sky, and Wang Daikun, who was unprepared, was poured on the ground.

"It's raining? No, the weather forecast hasn't said that it will rain for a few days!" He stood there as if he had turned into a chicken and couldn't help but look up. He saw that the door was closed on the balcony of 312, and the little girl was holding a large washbasin and looking down angrily!

(This book was first published at Qidian)

"Hahaha..." A crowd of people watching the fun upstairs suddenly burst into laughter. The subject of laughter was naturally the male protagonist who was soaked and stood there stupidly.

"Damn, you stinky woman." Wang Daikun lamented in his heart: "My image is complete, the cake is finished, the music is finished, and my plan is complete."

"Listen to me." Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the little girl's voice coming from above: "Please don't bother me again in the future. My aunt doesn't like you, and you won't like you. Your trick is useless to me. Don't stand here and show your shame. Get out of here with your stuff!"

The laughter around him became louder and louder, and even fools could hear that it was a completely sarcastic laugh. Wang Daikun, who had wanted to argue a few words, was completely disturbed by the laughter. The laughter made him panic and had no solution. He could only irritate the water droplets dripping from his hair and quickly left this place of right and wrong.

Charles is an employee of the Weibo Oil Company. He came to the Philippines half a year ago and worked as an oil worker on an oil drilling derrick far away from the coast. To be honest, Charles doesn't like this job. Every time he comes, he has to stay on this lonely derrick for three months before he gets ashore. All the necessities of life have to be transported by boat. What he has to do every day is to watch the numbers on the oil meter rotate in a row, which represents the number of black guys coming from the bottom of the sea. Charles was so tired of this monotony that he had no idea that his wife and son who were far away in Yorkshire and had the high salary, he really wanted to throw away his job and buy a plane ticket and run back to China.

Life on a derrick is boring and lonely. Whenever you feel bored, Charles always looks at the blue sea outside the porthole. I heard that this sea belongs to the Chinese people on the opposite mainland, and that country is still quarreling with the Philippine government over the sovereignty of this sea area. How could the company mine oil in such a controversial place? Charles didn't want to care about this issue at all. No matter whose territory it is, just pay my salary.

(This book was first published at Qidian)

However, there was a small accident in Charles' monotonous life today - the reader on the oil meter stopped rotating.

Charles is not worried about this kind of thing. That thing is too sensitive. Even if a gram of oil flows over, it will show it. This kind of stopping occurred in the past, and it will never come back to normal after a long time.

However, the situation today seems to be a little different from usual. After an hour passed, the reader still did not respond.

Charles, who felt something was wrong, was a little panicked, and he quickly called Jack, an engineer on the derrick.

Like Charles, Jack is a worker stationed on the derricks in the company. The difference is that he is an engineer, while Charles is just an ordinary worker.

"The reader is broken? How is this possible?" Jack obviously didn't believe Charles' words. You should know that the reader is a thing that is placed in the oil pipeline to calculate the oil flow rate, and there are three sets of them to be available at any time. How could such a solid thing be broken? Jack didn't believe Charles' words from the bottom of his heart. In his opinion, this might be a prank that this lazy guy deliberately made. But as an engineer, he could not ignore his subordinates' reports. He had no choice but to shake his head and follow Charles to the main control room.

The reader is really broken? Jack was surprised to hold the glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked closer. Indeed, the originally sensitive instrument now seems to have been cast by a spell and it seems that this thing is really broken.

Since it was broken, I had to change it to a new one. Jack picked up the phone and called the repairman, and under his guidance, he replaced it with a new reader.

It's really strange that this new reader won't turn. Charles looked at the small red table in surprise. Could this new reader be bad?

Jack is also confused now. In his opinion, this is something that is impossible. First, the reader cannot be rotated, and then a new one cannot be rotated. It seems unlikely to say that both are broken. The machinery on the oil drilling derrick is a precision instrument and has a very high degree of firmness. How can two be broken at the same time? Could it be...

Suddenly, Jack rushed to the oil detector as if he was crazy, grabbed the float indicator above, and his eyes straightened - the float showed that the oil level underground had dropped below 2,000 meters.

"Below 2,000 meters... how is this possible?" Jack murmured, and Charles's face behind him also turned pale. The float indicator shows the position of the oily spot in the oil layer under their feet. This thing is absolutely impossible to break. However, Charles had seen it a few days ago that the oily spot at that time was obviously more than 100 meters!

"2000 meters...2000 meters..." Jack's mind flashed one thought after another: "The reading of the float indicator is not wrong, that is, oil can only be collected below 2000. So what about the oil in the past? Where did they all run? That's a layer of oil more than 1,500 meters thick! Has the crust changed and all penetrated out of the cracks underground?" Thinking of this, Jack hurriedly shouted: "Charles, Charles, go and connect all our oil probes to see where the oil layer is."

Charles, who was stunned, was awakened by his shouting, and quickly ran out and connected the oil detection tube according to Jack's instructions. The spare tube on the derrick can be connected to a depth of more than 3,000 meters underground. There is no oil there, right?

Amid the roar of the machine, the long oil probe tube extended its huge head like a black python. 100 meters, 200 meters, 300 meters... What Jack and Charles were looking forward to finally failed. The oil probe tube stretched to 3,200 meters underground, but still failed to contact the oil-containing layer.

"Charles," Jack, who was usually serious, was covered with big beads of sweat on his face. He asked tremblingly without caring about wiping his face: "Is there any oil probe?"
Chapter completed!