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Chapter 1290: Chapter 1146: My Precious Oil!!! (Please subscribe!)
Oil spill.
It had always been a serious environmental pollution accident.
Especially at sea.
Every time.
The company involved would face hefty fines, Tang Qing remembered, years ago there was an oil spill on a drilling platform in the Gulf of Mexico, and the company involved ended up being fined tens of billions of dollars in total.
That really hurt to the bone.
Years of earnings.
All poured into it.
If there was an effective way to prevent the spread of environmental pollution caused by oil spills at sea.
Such a business.
It could be very profitable.
For instance, this time.
Not only did they earn a service fee, but the recovered oil could also be sold, and it could establish a reputation in one fell swoop. In the future, when such accidents would no longer subject oil companies to huge fines.
The resulting economic benefits were very attractive.
This was also the direct reason why Tang Qing did this job without any scruples.
Because he could clean up after himself.
He wouldn’t cause any environmental pollution and would make a tidy profit on the side, otherwise, if it were just about making trouble or scheming against someone, he would never choose such a method that severely polluted the environment.
If O’Connor knew the whole story.
He would definitely grind his teeth and ask.
"Could you be any more shameless?"
Tang Qing would definitely tell him with a smile.
"Yes."
At this time.
The sealing company had already failed at blocking the spill for the eighth time, and even its submersion equipment had malfunctioned, to make another attempt at sealing the leak they had to wait for more equipment to arrive, which would take at least four days.
...
June 26th.
At the offshore drilling platform.
Myanmar Environmental Technology Company’s recovery ship arrived.
This technology did not require equipment to be shipped over from Myanmar, but was similar to the Filtering Solution; it did not require specialized equipment and could simply be scattered into the sea. It could be synthesized and produced at a Filtering Solution plant in the United States.
However, this ship was bought temporarily.
Near the platform.
Dozens of oil containment booms had already been set up.
But they still could not stop the spread of the oil, and ships from other oil recovery companies were all stopped nearby, all wanting to see just how this ’legendary’ company was going to solve the problem here.
Oil recovery.
They could do it too.
But Myanmar Environmental Technology Company was different, the company promised that the pollution caused by the oil would not spread beyond a thirty-kilometer radius and that no oil materials would be left behind.
This was something they temporarily could not achieve.
The range could be controlled.
As long as there were enough recovery ships.
But there were too many different compounds in the crude oil.
Even if the oil was recovered.
A large amount of oily substances would still be left in the sea.
Causing damage to the marine ecology, and decomposing very slowly, this is why sometimes an oil spill at sea could result in oil companies receiving fines for the next several years, or even over a decade.
This kind of long-term impact.
Was the most troublesome issue.
And now, Myanmar Environmental Technology Company promised to solve this problem, helping oil companies eliminate such future concerns—this was the fundamental reason why O’Connor agreed to pay so readily.
At both ends of the recovery ship.
Devices that resembled irrigation sprinkler heads slowly unfolded.
Then they moved to the area already covered with crude oil, constantly spraying a colorless solution.
In the distance.
On a ship from an American recovery company.
The captain and first officer were looking through telescopes.
"Is that a dispersant?" the first officer asked curiously.
"Could be."
"I want to see how they solve this with just one ship," the first officer said disdainfully, other salvaging companies deployed many ships and equipment, you have one ship, spray something and expect to make this money.
Do they even want us to survive?
The nearly sixty-year-old captain was very rational.
"Perhaps they really have a way, don’t forget, before the Filter was born, no one believed such a thing would appear, but it did, and it monopolized the global market for gas pollution treatment overnight."
"Why hasn’t anyone accused them of monopolization?" the first officer wondered.
The captain laughed, "Antitrust? They have exclusive technology, and they’re not a US company, if you sue them away, the price of the solution could increase a hundredfold. To this day, no other company possesses the ability to prepare it inexpensively."
He was one of the wise people.
Concern arose over this kind of corporate monopoly without a substitute company.
And it wasn’t even a domestic company in the United States.
The U.S. government couldn’t control it.
Of course, when one day the market saw the emergence of an equally cheaply produced solution, the U.S. government might intervene, but for now, everyone could only watch the company make money.
"If they really succeed, what are we going to do?" the first mate asked with a bit of worry.
Technology was advancing.
It could possibly leave them unemployed.
"Haha, no big deal, we’ll just become distributors, the company will take this into account, we don’t need to worry about it," the captain wasn’t worried at all—it was their boss’s headache.
"That’s true."
After watching for a while.
They actually thought it was an enhanced version of the oil dispersant, but it didn’t seem to be, because there was no change in the ocean’s crude oil at all; rather, it seemed to have worsened, the oil’s viscosity had increased.
"What the hell are they doing?"
"I don’t know."
Up ahead.
The recovery vessel made a full circuit around the entire offshore platform, continuously spraying the solution, which would solidify the crude oil, thereby eliminating the need for oil containment booms and better fixing the boundaries of the entire oil spill.
This was the first step.
An hour later.
They had completed the circuit of solution spraying.
At this time.
Within five kilometers of the drilling platform, a circle of deeply colored oil had been formed, in stark contrast to the unset oil, and after the circuit, the ship stopped.
Then.
The steadily rising oil inside began to seep outwards, but upon reaching this "solidified band," it remarkably solidified just like the band, and even more miraculously, it only solidified on the band.
This left many people dumbfounded.
Aren’t you going to spread?
The solidified band: "Mind your own business."
This question.
No one had an answer for them for the time being, but O’Connor on a nearby vessel did understand, because before signing the contract, they had specifically tested this offshore oil interception technology.
I have to say.
It was terrifyingly impressive.
At the time, the technicians from the Myanmar Environmental Technology Company provided him with a simple explanation, saying that the solution would react with a compound in the crude oil, causing it to solidify.
After the reaction.
The crude oil solidified.
The substance would then evaporate upward.
If the surface of the solidification band was covered by new crude oil, it would react again, continuously moving upward, solidifying the oil above, and eventually, a circular band of solidified thickness would form, with seemingly no upper limit.
However.
If within a week.
The substance on top was not covered by new oil, it would begin to evaporate, disappearing completely in three days at the latest, which could be considered very safe and environmentally friendly. Someone asked, what was the purpose of the solidification band?
When O’Connor thought about this.
His heart bled.
... 𝓷ℴ𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝒸𝓸𝓶
Two days later.
The oil outside the solidification band had almost been completely cleared; monitoring data from the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency showed that the water quality in the surrounding area was rapidly returning to normal, suggesting that this was a revolutionary solution.
At this time.
The width and thickness of the solidification band had already exceeded five meters.
Two meters underwater.
And over three meters above water, enclosing the crude oil inside.
It had become a vast oil lake.
Next to the oil lake.
A 30,000-ton tanker extended three pipes, continuously pumping out the oil, belonging to a medium-sized tanker—it was estimated that it could be filled in one day, then return full?
On the platform.
Watching the tanker.
And the thick pipes pumping oil, they heard that in the afternoon another 50,000-ton tanker would come over.
The pain in O’Connor’s heart.
"My oil!!!"
According to the contract.
All this oil belonged to the Myanmar Environmental Technology Company, and they didn’t have anything to do with it, if the leak wasn’t sealed quickly, what was the difference between giving the oilfield away to the Myanmar Environmental Technology Company for mining?
Damn it.
Watching others bring their tankers to your offshore platform.
To pump your own oil.
And having to pay them, even thanking them afterward.
O’Connor was so frustrated.
What kind of world was this?
