"Is this how it works?"

Huo Yu asked. She has the impression that the processing of gasoline is a complex process that is usually only done by the largest companies: "Just on the flat ground? ”

"Yes... The principle is simple. Because the gasoline in the crude oil is the first to evaporate, the pure gasoline can be distilled by boiling the crude oil. However, this process creates a huge amount of pollution and waste, after all... Gasoline is only a tiny fraction of crude oil....." Sutina whispered.

The black substance continued to burn, and the firelight produced illuminated the night in the dense forest, and with the help of the firelight, Song Wenbin could also see that there were many fires rising into the sky in the distance. Obviously, there is more than one such workshop.

It was the first time he had seen oil in its most primitive form so closely, and it was also the first time that oil had turned into gasoline, and he stared intently at the naked black men who were working, and watched them busy around the fire.

Such a novel and exciting picture also made the photographer excited, and before he knew it, he crossed Huo Yu and carried the camera closer and closer, wanting to take pictures of this primitive oil refining scene.

Huo Yu felt that this kind of shooting was not good, and reached out to drag the photographer back, but the black people who were working were very alert, and immediately noticed the abnormality, they rushed over with a loud shout, reached out and knocked off the cameraman's camera, and rudely pushed him to the ground.

The photographer's brother was very frightened, he stretched out his hand and shouted: "Director Huo, Director Huo... Save me! ”

Huo Yu was so angry that she stood up from behind the earthen wall, rushed to the side of the group of black people, and said loudly in English: "Let him go!" ”

And when those black men saw her coming, they also shouted angrily, pushing and shoving, and they were extremely excited. Someone even snatched the cameraman's camera and was about to smash it.

Seeing this, Song Wenbin muttered in his heart, what is this guy called by the photographer as a supervisor, I think he is a regular employee of the seal, and his position may not be low. He has just joined the company now, maybe the probationary period has not yet passed, and he still won't be involved. This was originally a basket poked out by the seal company, and let them figure it out on their own.

He was about to retreat away from the commotion, but Sutina rushed out from behind the mound, waving her arms and shouting, "Don't fight, don't fight, we have no ill will!" ”

Song Wenbin couldn't hold Su Tina, so he could only keep retreating by himself.

The strange thing is that when they saw Su Tina coming, those excited black people actually stopped one after another, maybe they still remembered this Chinese girl dancing passionately at the banquet, and the black man who was about to smash the camera actually put down the camera, just staring at Huo Yu and the photographer with an angry face.

Song Wenbin was taking advantage of the chaos to retreat and flee, but his toe touched another person's foot. Looking back, Song Wenbin's face was a little dark, it turned out to be the son of the black aunt, and at this moment he was also naked, carrying a big black oil drum, standing in place and looking at Song Wenbin.

Song Wenbin was discovered, so he could only get up and nodded at him with some embarrassment.

The black brother, who was still very friendly at dinner, looked very serious at the moment, and he grabbed Song Wenbin's shoulder without saying a word and took him to the place of the incident.

At this moment, Huo Yuzheng was very excited to theorize with a few black people at the place of the incident, and she said loudly in English: "These people gave money when they came in, and they thought that since they gave money, they were allowed to shoot." That's why I'm shooting here now, with your permission! ”

But the black man across from her was more agitated than she was, and he spoke loudly, sometimes pointing to the tank, sometimes to the pipe, sometimes to the depths of the forest. Dancing.

"Can you put on your clothes before you talk!?"

Huo Yu couldn't stand the scolding.

The black man was even angrier, pointing closer and closer.

Huo Yu could understand his words, so he immediately wanted to refute. But at this time, Sutina couldn't help but stomp her feet, pulled Huo Yu away, and said, "Don't talk to people with your mouth, let Song Wenbin talk, Song Wenbin!" What about Song Wenbin!? ”

As he spoke, Song Wenbin appeared.

He said hello to the familiar faces of the dinner party, reluctantly.

Sutina hurriedly came to Song Wenbin's side and translated for him: "These people don't allow us to photograph their oil refining sites and processes, saying that it will affect their business, attract unnecessary attention, and ruin their jobs." ”

Song Wenbin scolded the director in his heart for doing whatever it took for the sake of the material, and he had to shoot everything, but at this point, he had to bite the bullet and said: "You tell them that we are Chinese, and what we shoot will not be broadcast to their country, or even any other country, but will only be broadcast in China, and this is good for them." ”

Sutina immediately translated Song Wenbin's words.

After hearing this, the black man was suspicious and chattered.

Sutina asked, "What good did they ask you?" ”

Song Wenbin held up two fingers, "China is the largest investor in infrastructure, and if we see that you have a lot of oil here, we will send people to build roads for you, so that you can transport gasoline to other cities more easily and quickly." ”

After listening to this, the black man chattered non-stop.

"They say they can go wherever they want on their motorcycles, and they also say that the roads are for the enjoyment of people in the big cities, and it has nothing to do with them," Sutina translated. ”

"The second benefit." When Song Wenbin heard this, he immediately said: "The photographer in front of you is from a wealthy company, if you let him go and allow him to shoot a film that will not affect your business, you can immediately get more monetary rewards." As he spoke, Song Wenbin pointed to the Land Rover in the distance: "Ask him for it." ”

Obviously, this benefit is far more attractive than the first one, and the black brothers relaxed, and their faces became much better, and they were no longer so tense.

Even the little brother who had been holding Song Wenbin's shoulder held his hand, gave him a thumbs up, and said, "Chinese, good!" ”

Song Wenbin smiled a little reluctantly.

Huo Yu on the side had a lot of faces, as if Sutina had just scratched her GTR.

Soon, several black men ran with the photographer brother to knock on the director's Land Rover.

Although it is not known how the process was, the black man came back with a satisfied smile on his face, and it seems that the director paid them a good sum of money, and the filming was able to continue.

Following these black people who were refining oil, Song Wenbin saw that they took advantage of the darkness to bring a shipload of crude oil from the Niger River, and then refined and distilled it in the woods by the river, and twenty liters of crude oil could distill about ten liters of gasoline.

According to the black brother, the crude oil was stolen from multinational crude oil companies on the coast of Benin and Nigeria.

......

Early in the morning, when the first rays of sunlight rise over the horizon.

When Song Wenbin came yesterday, it was night, and there were no street lights, so he couldn't see anything clearly. And during the day, he was able to get a glimpse of the whole place, and the sight here was almost shocking. Everywhere there were huge black pits that had been dug out, black oil drums and distillation devices, and the remnants of the oil smelted in the pits were still boiling and bubbling. The trees around the crater had long since died, and the remains of some birds were soaked in black asphalt, making it impossible to see their original faces.

Around the potholes, the blacks began to pack the refined gasoline in batches in huge orange-black plastic barrels, and it took hundreds of barrels of gasoline to stop.

Before six o'clock in the morning, motorcycles came from all directions, gathered around the village, and began to load motorcycles with gasoline. Soon, each motorcycle was filled with seven or eight barrels of gasoline, and it was full.

After filling up with gasoline, the motorcycle team started up and headed in different directions.

The son of the black aunt soon found Song Wenbin and began to communicate with him.

Song Wenbin couldn't understand his words, so Sutina translated for him.

Black Guy: "I know you bought a lot of oil from my mother yesterday, and now I've put that oil in a barrel, if you're ready, please tell us the direction and I'll send it over with the convoy." ”

Song Wenbin gestured and told him the approximate location, and the black brother looked a little embarrassed and said, "That's an old road, we don't usually walk much, but if you are willing to pay me twenty dollars, I am willing to walk for you." ”

Sutina was a little unhappy at once, anyway, she sent oil over, and it cost twenty dollars just to walk by the way, which is also a high price in China.

But Song Wenbin has roughly figured out the temper of these blacks along the way, maybe twenty dollars is a lot of income for these blacks, but it is not much for him, and without waiting for Su Tina to speak, Song Wenbin readily agreed to the black brother's request.

The little brother was very happy to take the money, and whistled and went to oil with his companion. Song Wenbin found a problem at this time, the black brother could ride a motorcycle to the location where Wuling Hongguang broke down, but he didn't have a locomotive and couldn't catch up with them.

So Song Wenbin found the little brother and asked Sutina to tell him about his problem.

When the little brother heard this, he immediately showed two rows of white teeth, and said with a smile: "This problem is easy to solve." He patted his chest and said, "There are a lot of cars in the convoy, I'll just give you one." ”

Song Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and he said gratefully: "Thank you." ”

But the little brother still stretched out his hand and said, "The cost of using the vehicle is five dollars." ”

Sutina was not happy, she asked Brother Xiaohei in English: "Why do you want money for everything." ”

Brother Xiaohei looked at her in confusion, not understanding why this Chinese girl asked this.

Although the corners of Song Wenbin's mouth twitched, he thought that he had finally gotten the oil, and it was not short of this money, so he pulled Sutina away and gave him five dollars.

The black guy who got the money was very quick and quickly emptied a gas truck and put the gasoline in his own car.

Song Wenbin rode on the broken HONDA that he didn't know how many years it had used, and pedaled several times in a row before he ignited the motorcycle.

Although she bought gas and got a motorcycle, Sutina was not very happy, she felt that she had spent too much money in vain.

Song Wenbin saw her grinding, and thought she was avoiding suspicion, so he said impatiently: "Let's go, no one will take advantage of you when you sit back!" ”

"Not really!" She exclaimed.

Although I was a little unhappy, the moment I got on the motorcycle, the novelty occupied the high ground of my thoughts. She squirmed a few times, turned up and down, beckoned to Huo Yu excitedly, and said, "You come up too." ”

In order to be able to fill as much oil as possible, the back seat of this car is lengthened by steel bars, which can seat two people. But unlike Sutina, Huo Yu saw the motorcycle, which was still driven by Song Wenbin, and showed the same expression as eating, with disgust written all over his face.

"I don't ride a motorcycle." She said.

"I won't let you ride, Song Wenbin rides."

Sutina was not honest on the motorcycle, and she was excited to go up and down.

"Don't move!"

Song Wenbin frowned, and after scolding Sutina, he said to Huo Yu: "It's okay if you don't sit, you can just run behind when I ride later." ”

Huo Yu gritted her teeth, she seriously thought about the possibility of running over, but in the end, she could only compromise with reality. With a reluctance to be forced to marry, she stepped onto the motorcycle with difficulty.

After getting on the motorcycle, she was still cursing the program team hatefully: "What a stupid show, I really took it..."

Song Wenbin was not used to her, so he directly started the motorcycle and walked in front to lead the way.

But these Africans didn't need him to lead the way, and one by one they drove their motorcycles as fast as they could, and soon overtook him.

And the little brother who rented a motorcycle to Song Wenbin unloaded the gasoline that originally belonged to Song Wenbin and loaded it on his car, and there were more than a dozen barrels of gasoline hanging on the car, which made him look like the whole person was buried in a gasoline barrel.

But even so, he rode the car very fast, and soon overtook Song Wenbin, who was carrying two people.

When he overtook him, he didn't forget to make a cool gesture to Sutina.

Su tina put her hand tightly on Song Wenbin's shoulder, and saw that he was buried in the fuel tank and had to drive with one hand, so she said loudly in English worriedly: "You be careful, you have so much oil!" ”

Looking at Sutina's youthful and beautiful face blown by the wind, the black brother smiled slightly, coolly showed two rows of white teeth, and said loudly: "Don't worry! Sutina! I've run this road thousands of times! No one knows this path better than I do, and nothing can happen! ”

With that, he also put his hand to his chin and made a coquettish gesture to the photographer's lens on the nearby Hilux.

A broken brick appeared at the turn, the black guy's motorcycle rolled into the brick, the body shook, and before he could put his hand on the faucet, the vehicle lost its balance and fell in the corner.

The old bare handlebars streaked a row of sparks on the concrete road, and the sparks ignited the spilled gasoline.

Rumble!!

The black guy didn't even have time to break out of the oil drum before he was engulfed in a huge flame.