Oil changes everything. Oil changes everything everywhere, in Texas, in California, and even more so in Baku. As has always been the case, the discovery of the self-injection well has likewise changed everything in Tampico.

This can be seen in the New York Times, The Times and many other newspapers, you can see the news about Anglo-Mexican oil company, the whole world knows that Anglo-Mexican oil company has discovered a "spindle-shaped" large oil field in Tampico.

There are now forty-six wells on Anglo-Mexican oil company's land, and more are being mined every day. This plain along the Gulf Coast is now a noisy place, and the pipeline management is being built from the oil fields to the Panuco River, and on the Panuco River, the construction materials purchased from the United States are under the efforts of the indigenous workers, and a steel trestle bridge has begun to take shape.

The normal way of life has collapsed, and even the air has lost the clarity that it had previously washed out by the sea. The boilers spew steam, the wagons kick up dust, and the chimneys add smoke, soot, and sparks to them.

For some, the current Tampico has a hellish scenario, but for some, it is second only to heaven.

In the roar of the steam engine, when the drill group in charge of Zhang Zhipeng had already drilled to 600 feet, a section of drill pipe was deformed and stuck in the hole. He was unable to make any progress until the drill pipe was removed. The workers pulled up the drill bit and put down a salvage tool to salvage the drill pipe. Hook it up and hang it, throw it away, hook it again, grab it, hang it up.

They put the drill back in, but they had lost time. A drilling team, which started eight days later than them, had already dug up oil ahead of them, producing 600 barrels a day, and there were no problems with the pressure.

Now the twelve drilling teams belonging to the Anglo-Mexican oil company are in high spirits under the encouragement of oil wells and bonuses, and Zhang Zhipeng is also infected by this tense atmosphere, especially now that he is also leading a drilling team, anxiety and hope are like two rats that bite his heart at night. When the clothes got dirty, he just threw them away.

Forgetting to shave, and never leaving the rig, he had to prove by his actions that he was up to the present position, and that he lived up to the high expectations of his wife, who had six captains from the United States, three from England, and two from Russia, and that he was the only one who was a man of color.

What kind of trust is this? Zhang Zhipeng knew that those foreigners were watching his jokes, in their opinion, it was impossible for a colored person like him to exploit oil wells, he had mined an oil well a week ago, and said that he had produced 200 barrels, but after a week, there were signs of unstable pressure, maybe a month or two later, he could only produce more than 20 barrels a day, although those people had also opened such oil wells, but in their eyes, it seemed that he had opened this kind of oil well for granted.

"A big oil well must be discovered!"

This expectation tormented Zhang Zhipeng and his two black Americans, eight Mexicans.

Before dawn was on the eastern horizon, the entire crew had already arrived at the camp, under the rig, to fuel the boilers, and to put the pallets in place. Long after the night had fallen in the west, they were not finished, but were busy retracting the drill pipes and packing up the platforms for the next day.

"If we dig up the oil, of course, but if you think we need some kind of device? I was thinking, what the pressure and flow would be. What do you guys think? Two thousand pounds per square inch, or how much? I guess about a hundred barrels a day? Maybe a little less? ”

"Probably more, Lucas 1 is still producing nearly 8,500 barrels per day, and the pressure is still showing no signs of abating."

"That's not much. Posarica No. 1 is 10,000 barrels per day. I worked with a guy who drilled a well there. He said he was about to blow his hair out. ”

"10,000 barrels a day, that's a ...... Fuck, that's fucking amazing...... Of course, we certainly weren't lucky. I...... I'm happy as soon as I dig up the oil. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Zhipeng hugged his head, although he looked annoyed.

"Damn it, yes."

Louie, a black man and a friend of Zhang Zhipeng, nodded and said beside him.

"If you can have forty barrels a day, that's an oil well, right?"

"Yes, that's also an oil-producing well, as long as it's stable."

Everyone agreed that forty barrels would still be a good result, although in fact such a result would disappoint them to the extreme, and they would eat on the prize money, if forty barrels...... Then I am afraid that each one will only be divided, maybe only a few tens of dollars, or even less.

And Zhang Zhipeng is full of sadness, this is the sixth oil well he drilled, the first five oil wells, only one of the oil, the other four out of asphalt oil, although the company rented a ship of steel-hulled sailboats, in order to transport the asphalt oil to Shanghai, in Pudong asphalt road, but if this time again failed, Zhang Zhipeng really does not know, how to face his wife.

But it doesn't matter. As long as the rotating drill pipe continues deep into the ground. Just keep the drill going down. As long as the oil is there.

As long as the oil is in this underground! The location of this oil well is the location chosen by the lady, and the oil will definitely be produced! Here the lady is called the angel of oil!

In the early morning, a light breeze blew through the somewhat barren grassland, and a small fire was gradually extinguishing in the boiler.

"Fuel!" Old York shouted. "Go get fuel."

"Hurry up, guys, get some more gas."

Those bewildered by the shouts of Old York began to collect twigs or coals around the camp, and in spontaneous overtime, the coal had run out and the coal carts had not yet arrived. But Zhang Zhipeng and Resas ran far ahead of them, and the two rushed to the carriage and stripped off its canvas cover with three strokes and five divisions. When the others saw this, they all followed.

The tents and the rags were thrown into the fuel pile, as well as the toilets and tool cabinets. When the pile of fuel seemed to be enough, they ran to the rig to get ready.

Old York was like a boiler soldier in a naval battle, desperately adding coal, wood, and cloth to the furnace, until at last the small fire crackled, and the fire began to grow larger. Finally, kerosene was poured into it, and the flames flared, and the water in the boiler began to heat up, and the vapor began to pressurize.

"Go on, you useless, damned, son of a bitch!"

Amoredo muttered a strong prayer. The boiler began to hiss.

"Our Lady of Maria! Don't let us down, you bastard. Don't let us down at this time. ”

Only Old York remained silent. The pressure of the boiler went up. They get the cam gears and conveyor belts running. The rig was moving again, and there was a roaring crash from far underground, and the rock surface was knocked open again, and the rig was drilling, but the boiler was beginning to retreat. The fuel burned well, but it lasted too short, and it seemed that their luck had come to an end again.

"Bring everything you can burn!"

Old York shouted.

"All! All! ”

Listening to Old York's shouts, Zhang Zhipeng, who had already made up his mind to fight one last time, ran to the carriage to unload its wheels, pallets, and everything that could be lit. For just a moment, the carriage looked like a skeleton that had been licked clean by a cougar. The pressure in the boiler rose again, the rig roared, and the drill pipe drilled down foot by foot.

But the flame of the boiler begins to weaken again.

"House!"

Zhang Zhipeng pointed to the wooden house not far away, which was the only place that could bring them comfort.

"Tear it down."

The huts are firmly erected from sun-dried timber, which is brought from the nearby forest. With just one command, the big guy began to pound the planks of the hut with his hammer until the nails were struck and the wood fell to the ground. Every piece they removed, every beam, and every bracket was thrown directly into the boiler.

The flames devoured the wood, and Zhang Zhipeng, who seemed to have made up his mind to drill oil today, climbed down from the drill tower, and brought more water from the storage tank and poured it into the boiler, all the while, he worked harder than everyone present, in the eyes of old York, Resas, and Amoredo, fatigue seemed to belong to another person, another body, and he was also surprised by the power contained in this not too tall body.

With the efforts of the big guys, the fire of the boiler surrounded the water, the pressure rose, and the drilling rig was working desperately.

As the rig was desperately drilling, they heard a loud noise, and the drill pipe seemed to drill through the bottom of the well.

"Is it ......?"

Just when Zhang Zhipeng and the others were happy, there was nothing left, only the hissing of boiler steam gradually subsided. Silence instantly filled the entire wasteland, and a sense of frustration instantly flooded everyone's hearts.

Just as Zhang Zhipeng opened his mouth to say when, a sound suddenly came from the drilling place that they had never heard before. A low rumble came from the center of the earth. This rumble was followed by other rumbles, which gradually converged into a continuous thunderclap.

"Boiler!"

Listening to the voice that made him unforgettable, Zhang Zhipeng shouted loudly!

"Put out the fire."

The frustrated, frustrated, carried buckets of water from the cistern, and then spread them and poured the water on the boiler until the fire hissed out, and became cold and dead.

Just the moment the fire in the boiler went out, it came out.

Petroleum.

With the roar of the dragon, a black spray first erupted from the drill pipe, and the black fountain like the dragon's roar first shattered the drill tower with tremendous pressure, and then rose to a height of three hundred feet before falling.

Thick, black, wet, foul-smelling, sulfur-containing oil. Zhang Zhipeng, the ten of them were sprinkled by it. Their hair, clothes, and eyes are covered with thick oil. The oil that Zhang Zhipeng had been searching for was gushing out through the dust, and the gushing fountain seemed to have not yet used its full power, and after shattering the drill tower, he actually formed a column of spring at least three hundred and sixty feet.

"It's definitely a fucking 10,000-ton well!"

Zhang Zhipeng, who was excited, shouted and danced in the inky black fountain like a madman with the drillers of Old York and them. They poured the magical substance on each other, and they rolled on the ground in a pool of oil that was no longer than their feet, reached out to catch it, and then sprinkled him into the sky.

The day was July 3, 1902.

Some wells blow away people's hair, others just seep out of the ground, but this oil well can not only blow people's hair off, but even submerge people and the earth.

Petroleum! He found oil, at this moment, Zhang Zhipeng's whole world changed, just when he was intoxicated with this moment, everything in the past was erased, the whole world became beautiful at this moment, he knew that his fate from this moment, I am afraid it will be really associated with oil.

Even though the oil field and the land here did not belong to them, they were still rejoicing, and they seemed to see tens of thousands of dollars in prize money flying into their pockets, and the well would bring them at least tens of thousands of dollars, if not more.

The oil well is oiling.

"Oil! We've dug up oil! We ......"

"O Virgin Mary, we have dug up! I knew ......"

Two men began to scream, and even knelt in the kneeless oil and prayed, praying that the fountain would continue to gush and the carriage drove through the moors of Tampico, and the carriage of Mexicomuff drove the horses carefully, knowing that in his carriage there was a bad-tempered Yankee, who had never given him a good face since the time the Yankee hired his carriage, and would always call him a fool.

There were potholes in some places, and the bumpy road made Thomson, who was in the car, almost scold the stupid Mexican groom several times, and almost every time he thought was interrupted by the stupid groom who was as stupid as a Mexican donkey.

"Do you think that Miss Stirling will sell us her oil fields?"

Compared to Thomson's irritability, Jason seemed very calm, and what he pondered along the way was, will Sterling sell her company and the oil field?

"Jason, Mr. Rockefeller has brought us a check for $50 million, and 10% of future oil field revenues!"

Thomson looked very confident, "We're here just to get that Miss England to sign this contract, of course, maybe we'll have some problems, Jason, no one can refuse Mr. Rockefeller!" ”

"I hope so!"

Jason shrugged his shoulders and followed Thomson's words and said, Indeed, there is really no one in the United States who can refuse Mr. Rockefeller, but, this is Mexico, and the other party is not an American, but an Englishman, a young lady with British aristocratic blood, will she sell the oil field that can make her the richest in the world?

Thinking so in his heart, Jason looked out the window, but saw many people outside riding horses or running, running in one direction, he looked in the direction where those people were running, but only saw a black oil dragon rushing into the sky, that oil dragon was probably the biggest blowout he had ever seen!

Almost at the moment of seeing this oil dragon, Jason first opened his eyes wide, then closed his eyes and opened them again, that is not an illusion! The huge black oil column made his whole body tremble with excitement, but in the excited agreement, he understood that this time, he was afraid that this time, they would return empty-handed!

"Thomson, I...... I don't think she'll sell it! ”

"50 million dollars?"

Ji Li's eyes widened, and she only felt like she had heard the biggest joke ever.

"And 10% of the future income of the oil field!"

Although the oil well had convinced Thomson that the woman in front of him would never sell the oil field, he still truthfully offered Mr. Rockefeller's terms.

Ji Li's beautiful eyes flickered for a moment, and then looked at the gentleman in front of her seriously.

"Mr. Thomson, please forgive me for the conditions offered by Mr. Rockefeller, I can only refuse, you have already seen that oil well on the way here, and I can believe that the return on that oil well alone to the Anglo-Mexican oil company is much higher than the 50 million dollars you generously paid!"

"Miss Sterling!"

Looking at Miss Sterling in front of him, with her porcelain-like skin and bright eyes, Jason took a deep breath to calm himself down, it was undeniable that the young lady in front of him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and those vulgar American women were obviously incomparable to the young lady with aristocratic blood in front of him.

"You have to know that working with Standard Oil of New Jersey is the best option for you, maybe. You may have incredible reserves in your oil fields, but oil will only become rich if it is shipped out of the field and turned into kerosene in the refinery! ”

Seeing that Miss Sterling was just smiling and silent, Jason and Thomson looked at each other.

"I think, Mr. Rockefeller, you don't mind paying for all of your company's investment in oil field exploration, land purchase, pipeline laying and docking, and of course the revenue share can also be further discussed!"

After Jason said this, his eyes were fixed on Ji Li in front of him? Sterling, I'm afraid this is already the most generous condition, and no one who knows Mr. Rockefeller will refuse such a generous condition.

And this made Ji Li's beautiful eyes that were enough to make God lose a little mocking look, and a sweet smile was retracted from her face, and she stood up and looked at the two gentlemen in front of her.

"I want to ...... I will still refuse your generous terms! Anglo-Mexican oil companies will not sell! ”

The two shrugged their shoulders helplessly, and after seeing her clear refusal, they got up and said goodbye, they had already conveyed the message that needed to be conveyed.

After the two of them left, Ji Li's beautiful eyes flashed with a slightly uneasy look, where she had heard Rockefeller and his New Jersey standards countless times, and what would he do after rejecting him himself?

Thinking of the contents of the letter sent by her husband, Ji Li turned to look at Morel standing next to her.

"Uncle Morrell, it looks like we need to go back to London!"

(To be continued)