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Chapter 1291: Chapter 1147 I Haven’t Had Enough Yet (Please Subscribe!)
Just as O’Connor’s heart was bleeding.
’Clatter clatter clatter~~~’
In the sky.
A helicopter flew by.
Several journalists from major American media outlets had sent their teams, ready to cover the story, but their focus wasn’t on the drilling accident, rather on this new oil spill response plan.
On the airplane.
Cameras continually captured footage, and on the ground, a journalist looked at the receiver, broadcasting live to the audience. Otherwise, broadcasting directly from the airplane would distort the sound due to the loud noise of the propellers.
In the live broadcast.
The Oil Lake rippled with the sea waves.
"You can see that the drilling platform has been encircled by a belt of solidified crude oil, preventing newly leaked oil from contaminating further sea areas, effectively stopping the spread of pollution from the accident."
"Myanmar Environmental Technology Company told us their solidification belt is very elastic, and it won’t burst from the continually surging crude oil. Right now, a tanker is sucking the crude oil from the Oil Lake."
"This crude oil, according to the contract, belongs to this company as a form of compensation. American environmental protection department’s water quality monitoring shows that outside the solidification belt, due to the heavy spraying of oil dispersants, the water quality is very clear..."
Because of the strong sea breeze.
The journalist’s throat felt raw from yelling.
...
Ge Family Manor.
Watching the scene on TV.
The tea he had just sipped.
He nearly burst out laughing, the scene was too comical. Watching others pump the crude oil felt humorously delightful, making Ge Zhong extremely happy, prompting him to give numerous thumbs ups.
Ge Zhong laughed, "Interesting."
"If not for Myanmar Environmental Technology Company intervening, I think their family would have been fined a large sum of money." Beside him, watching the scene, Ge Tian felt it still wasn’t enough, thinking that like before, O’Connor’s family would have had to pay a huge amount.
Ge Zhong slightly shook his head.
"I actually think what the company did was good, bigger losses would lead to more pollution. This world has already been damaged by us more and more severely; it’s better to have less pollution."
Ge Zhong was already getting on in years.
The fight for interests was one aspect; he also hoped to leave a future of clear skies and blue seas for the next generation.
...
This leak.
It also tugged at the hearts of many oil companies.
Because.
If Myanmar Environmental Technology Company could truly fulfill its promise and perfectly control the spread of offshore crude oil, then, in the future, they wouldn’t have to worry about oil spill accidents at sea platforms—spending a few hundred million dollars was a minor issue.
The potential penalties of several billion dollars that followed were the major concern.
Through various channels.
They continuously gathered information.
And some oil companies personally sent experts to test the water quality with their own equipment.
The results satisfied them immensely, the spread of crude oil was contained, it didn’t threaten the surrounding ecology, and they were even able to efficiently recover the spilled oil, which was quite an eye-opener.
However.
If an oil spill occurred at their company at sea.
They definitely wouldn’t be as foolish as O’Connor, giving the leaked oil away; even though not much—about a million dollars’ worth of oil leaked per day—it still hurt to lose that much.
On the platform.
"Boss, just letting them pump our oil like this?" the platform manager said to O’Connor.
Hearing this.
O’Connor’s face twitched a few times.
For a moment.
He was lost for words.
Watching their oil being pumped by a tanker, he felt like he was being robbed, blatantly robbed. From a distance, many of his peers were laughing at him. No, absolutely not.
"Get someone to seal the breach quickly," O’Connor said through clenched teeth.
"Yes."
The sealing company was his own, there were no penalties involved, and they had no one else to blame for the loss.
But soon.
Another big problem arose.
"President, our ship can’t get in."
O’Connor was taken aback.
He looked around.
And indeed,
there was a coagulated band surrounding the area.
The ships couldn’t get through, and if they cut through the coagulated band, the lake-like oil inside would spill out, causing new pollution. The Myanmar Environmental Technology Company, even the Environmental Protection Department of the United States, wouldn’t like it.
"Can’t we just send the machines down directly?" O’Connor asked.
"The distance is too far, our equipment’s cable isn’t long enough."
Upon hearing this,
O’Connor suddenly felt like he had been deceived.
But they were indeed trying to seal the oil.
He felt frustrated once again.
"We only have to let them pump faster, then cut open the coagulated band, and let our ships in to operate."
O’Connor took a deep breath.
He immediately contacted someone from the Myanmar Environmental Technology Company.
"We want to cut open the coagulated band as soon as possible to let people fix the leak. Can you pump faster, then devise a plan to ensure no large-scale oil spill occurs?"
This request,
was directly answered by the Myanmar Environmental Technology Company.
"Okay, at this pace, when our other tanker arrives, we should be able to lower the oil lake to a safe level within two days. Then your ship needs to rush in, and we’ll seal the band as soon as possible."
"Alright," O’Connor said.
That was the only option.
Two days later.
The oil lake finally dropped to the proper level, then a huge cutter opened up a hole in the oil lake, and the sealing ship rushed in at full power, getting close to the platform, and began deploying equipment.
The coagulated band was ’sealed’ again.
O’Connor called his father from the platform.
"Father, there shouldn’t be any problems this time."
"This is the ninth time I’m hearing this phrase."
On the other end,
he gave O’Connor a soul-crushing response.
"I’ll handle this matter as quickly as possible," O’Connor could only say.
"However, at least this company has the capability to control the spread of pollution, reducing a lot of pressure from public opinion. The upper limit of the loss is controllable, but the fee is too expensive—they’re still pumping our oil."
"..."
O’Connor felt,
this would be a joke among his peers about their company for many years.
He hung up the phone.
O’Connor then boarded a plane back to New York.
Hours later,
O’Connor threw his phone.
Because
the technicians told him that the ninth attempt to seal the leak had failed again due to a blowout preventer being irreparably damaged. They needed a new blowout preventer to continue mining.
O’Connor took a deep breath.
He felt like he was being toyed with by fate.
The blowout preventer.
It had not worked before, and now it was broken. This thing, nearly weighing three hundred tons, equivalent to a double-decker bus, was not only expensive but also posed a significant problem for installation and transportation.
By the time it arrived,
it was five days later, plus the installation... He was too embarrassed to call his father again.
"This is your last chance; if you haven’t sealed it in ten days, you can leave the company," O’Connor ordered angrily, rubbing his aching head, feeling very upset.
...
In the Shanghai Stock Market,
Tang Qing was closely following the situation there.
They had only pulled two ships of oil so far.
He hadn’t pumped enough yet.
