(Waiting for an hour, I haven’t finished writing yet)
The internal combustion engine on the drilling platform is constantly working, and the drilling team has long been accustomed to the rumbling noise. Some of them seem so ordinary, and only the sound of counting from time to time lets people know how many meters have been drilled.
"2789 meters."
"2790 meters."
"…………"
Counting sounds from time to time seems so boring, but it is an essential part of drilling a deep well. Especially when the depth of drilling is quite deep, you need to let everyone know every time you drill one meter. Because underground
The deeper you drill, the more complicated the situation becomes. At this time, you need to report the numbers at any time to keep everyone alert.
"2796 meters."
Just as the person reporting the numbers reported the current drilling figures, he suddenly heard a "pop" sound, and then saw the pressure gauge surge, and then the drill bit sank.
"If anything happens, go and ask the captain to come over and take a look."
"It's too late, the pressure gauge is already worth its weight in gold."
Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, the working platform began to shake. Everyone knew that there was something strong underground rushing towards the ground along the pipe they were drilling.
"No, it's a blowout! Call Captain Robinson over quickly."
"The feeling is much stronger than the last blowout. It's hard to run quickly. I feel like I can't hold it in anymore. It's too dangerous here."
They were so panic-stricken that they had no idea that a treasure that had been buried for hundreds of millions of years would soon be revealed.
"Boom!"
A loud bang scared everyone and hid further away. The black liquid broke through the restraints and rushed directly into the sky.
Robinson and Garcia, who were on their way, were stunned when they looked at the 100-meter-high black spray column.
"God, there's so much oil down here!"
Compared to the surprised deputy, Robinson turned around and hugged his deputy.
"See, Garcia, we did it, we did it," he said, pointing to the erupting oil column in the distance. "If the company doesn't give us double the oil reward this time, I won't be done with them."
"Let's put the reward aside for now. The most important thing is that we quickly block the wellhead."
Libya in winter is still so hot except for the northern coastal areas. The sun is scorching on the Libyan desert, causing heat waves to rise. Although this is the coolest season in the desert, this level of heat
It also makes people feel uncomfortable.
John Robinson poured some water, wet a towel and wiped his somewhat heated body. He had been in Libya for almost three years, and he was tired of seeing all the sand. But work is like this, and you cannot choose based on your own preferences.
"Mr. Robinson, we have drilled to a depth of thirty meters today, and we are running out of fuel."
Assistant Garcia was reporting to him at this time.
"Thank you guys for me. Today's mission has been completed. Let's continue fighting tomorrow. I hope it won't end up in underground water this time. Let the guys use the fuel carefully. There is no news about the next transportation team. I don't know when it will be delivered.
Come on, save some for me."
The deputy couldn't answer Robinson's words because they had drilled nearly 30 wells and 14 wells in the past three years.
Although it is a joy to drill underground water in the desert, they are not a drilling team drilling water wells, but a team drilling for oil.
After not being able to find the black liquid they wanted for such a long time, even Robinson, who is known for his rich experience, had some doubts about whether the Italian oil company had received false information to let them eat sand in the Libyan desert.
But what does this have to do with him? As a professional driller hired by the Italian Petroleum Company, he only needs to pay himself on time, so he can continue to do this job. As for the bonus of nearly 40,000 US dollars for each well drilled by the oil company, Robinson I was looking forward to it in the first year, but now, only God knows who will get the money.
Now I get a monthly salary of 300 US dollars from the Italian Petroleum Company. What’s not good about it is that it is much better than in China.
"Garcia, Christmas is tomorrow, if you have any good stuff, please share it with me."
Upon hearing this, Garcia, who knew the virtues of his captain, immediately asked, "Mr. Robinson, have you finished your wine again?"
Facing the deputy's inquiry, Robinson answered without any embarrassment. "No way, it's all sand as far as the eye can see. Without the stimulation of a little alcohol, I would go crazy, so the wine will be consumed a bit quickly."
Faced with Robinson's fallacies, Garcia, who had been with him for many years, was not used to his captain.
"Here, this is my last bottle. After drinking it, I can only rely on the supply team."
Taking the bottle of wine, Robinson took a deep breath, as if he could smell the aroma of the wine.
"Thank you Garcia, you are an excellent deputy. You should have led your own drilling team long ago. This way at least you can get more from the company every month."
"Captain, let's forget it. I know my own abilities. The last time I encountered a blowout, it was you who solved the problem."
Since Garcia himself thinks that his ability is not enough, what else can he say?
"Since you don't want to, then stay with me for another two years. Sooner or later you will lead an exploration team by yourself."
While the two were communicating, they saw a worker running over in a hurry.
"The supply team is coming."
The worker's words immediately made the camp lively, and all the people who were not on duty gathered over.
After a while, they saw a long caravan of camels appearing in front of them. The leader was an old acquaintance they had met many times, the Berber Hacan Diaz.
There are currently only over 50,000 Berbers in Libya. They are widely distributed in desert oases and usually focus on grazing and doing business. It is precisely because these Berbers live in harsh desert environments , and their temperament was relatively mild, so the Italian government retained them and did not pack them away like the Arabs.
Of course, when Italy needs to do something in the desert, these Berbers are hired as guides or to transport supplies.
As for Robinson and his drilling team, they receive supplies from the supply team once a month. After all, they are deep in the desert, more than 300 kilometers away from the nearest city, Benghazi.
"Hahaha, my old friend, long time no see."
After seeing the supply team, Robinson greeted them enthusiastically.
Facing the approaching Robinson, Diaz, who was leading the team, immediately opened his arms. "My old friend, I miss you very much too."
After the two briefly hugged, Robinson immediately asked, "Is everything going well this time?"
"It wasn't all that smooth. We encountered a strong sandstorm on the way and we lost a camel and the cargo it was carrying."
