My Italian

(Wait an hour, not finished yet)

The internal combustion engine on the drilling platform was working non-stop, and the rumbling noise was already accustomed to the drilling team. Some of them seemed so ordinary. Only the occasional count sound let people know how many meters of depth had been drilled.

"2789 meters."

"2790 meters."

"..."

Counting sounds from time to time seems so boring, but this is an essential part of drilling deep wells. Especially when the depth of drilling is quite deep, it is necessary to let everyone know every meter of drilling. Because the deeper the underground drilling is, the more complicated the situation will be. At this time, it is necessary to report the number at any time to keep everyone alert.

"2796 meters."

Just as the person reporting the number was reporting the current drilling number, he suddenly heard a "puff" sound, and then saw the pressure gauge surge, and then the drill bit sank.

"If there is a situation, go and call the captain to come and have a look."

"It's too late, the pressure gauge is already overvalued."

Sure enough, as soon as the voice fell, they felt the operation platform start to shake. Everyone knew that there was a strong object rushing towards the ground along the pipeline they were drilling.

"No, it's a blowout! Call Captain Robinson over here."

"It feels much stronger than the last blowout. It's not good to run fast. I feel like I can't hold back. It's too dangerous here."

They were in a panic and didn't know that this was a treasure buried for hundreds of millions of years that was about to reappear.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, scaring everyone to hide further away. And the black liquid broke through the shackles and rushed directly to the sky.

Robinson and Garcia, who were coming, were stunned when they looked at the 100-meter-high black spray column.

"God, how much oil is down here!"

Compared with the surprised deputy, Robinson turned and hugged his deputy.

"See, Garcia, we did it, we did it," he said, pointing to the plume of oil erupting in the distance. "This time the company doesn't give us double the oil incentives, so I'll stop with them."

"Let's let go of the reward first, and it's important that we block the wellhead quickly."

Libya in winter, except for the northern coastal areas, is still so hot. The sun scorched the Libyan desert, creating heat waves one after another. Although this is the coolest season in the desert, this level of heat is just as uncomfortable.

John Robinson poured a little water and wiped his warm body with a damp towel. He has been in Libya for almost three years, and he is tired of seeing the sand. But that's the way of work, you can't choose according to your own preferences.

"Mr. Robinson, we hit another 30 meters today and we're running out of fuel."

Assistant Garcia reported to him at this time.

"Thank you guys for me, today's mission has been completed, continue to fight tomorrow, I hope this time it will not be groundwater. Let the boys pay attention to the use of fuel, there is no news about the next transportation team, I don't know when it will be delivered. Come on, save me some money."

Robinson's words made the deputy unable to answer, because in the past three years, they have drilled nearly 30 wells and drilled 14 wells.

Although it is a happy thing to drill groundwater in the desert, they are not the drilling team that drills the water well, but the team that drills the oil.

Having been unable to find the black liquid he wanted for so long, even Robinson, known for his experience, wondered if the Italian oil company had been given false information to eat sand in the great desert of Libya.

But what does this have to do with him? As a professional driller hired by an Italian oil company, he only needs to pay himself on time, so this work can go on forever. As for the oil company's nearly $40,000 per well bonus, Robinson was looking forward to his first year, but now, only God knows who will get the money.

Now I get a salary of 300 US dollars from the Italian oil company every month, which is not good, it is much better than in China.

"Garcia, tomorrow is Christmas. If you have something good to share, please share."

As soon as he heard this, Garcia, who knew his captain's virtue, immediately asked. "Mr. Robinson, are you out of wine again?"

In the face of the deputy's question, Robinson answered without any embarrassment. "I can't help it. It's full of sand. If I don't have a little alcohol stimulation, I'll go crazy, so this wine will be consumed a little faster."

In the face of Robinson's heresy, Garcia, who has been with him for many years, is not used to his captain.

"Here, this is my last bottle. After drinking it, I can only count 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're an excellent deputy, it's long overdue to bring your own drilling crew, so at least you can get some extra from the company every month."

"Captain, forget it. I know my own abilities. The last time I encountered a blowout accident, it was you who solved this problem."

Since Garcia himself thinks that the ability is not enough, what else is there to say.

"Since you don't want to, then follow me for another two years, and sooner or later you will lead an exploration team by yourself."

Just as the two were communicating, a worker hurried over.

"The supply team is here."

The worker's words immediately made the camp lively, and all the people who were not on duty gathered here.

After a while, they saw a long camel caravan appear in front of them. The leader was an old acquaintance who had met many times, Berber Hakan Diaz.

At present, there are only more than 50,000 Berbers in Libya~www.wuxiamtl.com~ They are widely distributed in desert oases, and usually focus on grazing and business. It is precisely because these Berbers live in harsh desert conditions and have a milder temperament that the Italian government kept them and was not packaged and sent away like the Arabs.

Of course, when Italy needed to do something in the desert, these Berbers were hired as guides or transporting supplies.

As for Robinson's drilling team, they get a supply 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 warmly greeted him.

Facing the approaching Robinson, Diaz, who led the team, immediately opened his arms. "My old friend, I miss you very much too."

After the two briefly hugged, Robinson asked immediately. "It's going well this time."

"It wasn't very smooth. We encountered a strong sandstorm on the road, and we lost a camel and its cargo."