Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

Chapter 23, Chapter 23, Running Gasoline
"Do you practice like this?"

Huo Yu asked.In her impression, the processing of gasoline is a complicated process, usually only the largest companies can complete it: "Is it refining on flat ground?"

"Yes. The principle is very simple. Because the gasoline in the crude oil will evaporate first, you only need to boil the crude oil to distill pure gasoline. However, this process will create a lot of pollution and waste. After all, gasoline is only a part of the crude oil. A very small component," Su Tina said in a low voice.

The black matter kept burning, and the fire light produced illuminated the night in the dense forest. With the help of the fire light, Song Wenbin could still see many fire lights rising into the sky in the distance.Obviously, there is more than one such workshop.

This was the first time he saw the most primitive appearance of oil at such a close distance, and it was also the first time that oil turned into gasoline. He stared intently at the naked black men who were working, watching them keep busy by the fire.

The photographer was also excited by such a novel and exciting picture. Unknowingly, he passed Huo Yu and got closer and closer with the camera on his shoulders, wanting to take a picture of this primitive oil refining scene.

Huo Yu felt that this was not a good way to shoot, so he stretched out his hand to drag the photographer back, but the black men who were working were very alert, and immediately noticed the abnormality. camera, and rudely pushed him to the ground.

The photographer brother was very frightened. He stretched out his hand and shouted loudly, "Director Huo, Director Huo, save me!"

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

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

Seeing this, Song Wenbin murmured in his heart, what kind of supervisor is this guy called by the photographer, he presumably is a full-time employee of SEAL, and his position may not be low.He has just joined the job now, maybe the probationary period has not yet passed, so he still doesn't want to get involved.This was originally a basket that was poked out by the Seal Company, and they were allowed to solve it by themselves.

He was about to back away from the commotion, but Su Tina rushed out from behind the mound, waving her arms and shouting: "Don't fight, don't fight, we don't mean any harm!"

Song Wenbin couldn't hold back Su Tina, so he could only back away.

The strange thing is that when they saw Sutina coming, those excited black people stopped their hands one after another. Maybe they still remembered this Chinese girl dancing enthusiastically at the banquet. The black person who was about to smash the camera also put down the camera and just stared angrily at her. Huo Yu and the photographer.

Song Wenbin was taking advantage of the chaos to retreat and escape, 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. At this moment, he was also naked, carrying a large pitch-black oil drum, and stood there looking at Song Wenbin.

Song Wenbin was found, 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. He grabbed Song Wenbin's shoulder without saying a word, and brought him to the scene of the incident.

At this moment, Huo Yu was very excited to argue with some black people at the scene of the incident. She said loudly in English: "These people paid money when they came in. They think that since they paid the money, they are allowed to shoot. That's why they are here now. Filming here is with your permission!"

However, the black man opposite her was more excited than her. He said something loudly, sometimes pointing at the fuel tank, sometimes at the pipe, and sometimes at the depths of the dense forest.dancing.

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

Huo Yu couldn't stand cursing.

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

Huo Yu could understand what he said, so he immediately wanted to refute.But at this moment, Su Tina couldn't help stomping her feet, pulled Huo Yu away, and said, "It's better not to talk to others, let Song Wenbin talk, Song Wenbin! Where's Song Wenbin!?"

As soon as the words came out, Song Wenbin appeared.

He greeted the familiar faces at dinner, reluctantly.

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

Song Wenbin yelled at the director in his heart that he would do whatever he could to get the material, and he had to shoot everything, but when things had come to this point, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "You tell them that we are Chinese, and the things we shoot will not be broadcast to their country. It won't even air in any other country, only in China, which is good for them."

Su Tina immediately translated Song Wenbin's words.

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

Su Tina asked: "What good do they ask you?"

Song Wenbin raised two fingers, "China is the largest investment country in infrastructure construction, if we see that you have a lot of oil here, we will send people to repair roads for you, so that you can transport gasoline to other cities more conveniently and quickly .”

After the black man finished listening, he chattered non-stop.

Su Tina translated: "They say that their motorcycles can go wherever they want, and they also say that the roads are for people in big cities to enjoy, and it has nothing to do with them."

"The second advantage." Song Wenbin said immediately after hearing the words: "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 money 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. 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 forcedly.

Huo Yu on the side had a face on his hips, as if Su Tina had just scratched her GTR.

Soon, a few black men took the photographer brother and ran to knock on the director's Land Rover.

Although I don't know the specific process, but when the blacks came back, they all had satisfied smiles on their faces. It seems that the director gave them a good salary and the filming continued.

Following these oil refining blacks, Song Wenbin saw that they took advantage of the night to pull boatloads of crude oil from the Niger River and carried out refining and distillation in the woods by the river. Twenty liters of crude oil could distill about ten liters of gasoline.

According to the black brother, the crude oil was stolen from the multinational crude oil company on the border between Benin and Nigeria.

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

It was night when Song Wenbin came yesterday, and there were no street lights, so he couldn't see clearly.But during the day, he was able to get a glimpse of the whole place, and the sight here was almost shocking.There are huge black pits dug out everywhere, black oil drums and distillation equipment everywhere, and the residue of burning oil in the pits is still boiling and bubbling.The trees around the pothole have long since died, and the carcasses of some birds were soaked in the black asphalt, making it impossible to see their true colors at all.

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

Before six o'clock in the morning, motorcycles poured in from all directions. They surrounded the village and began to load gasoline on the motorcycles.Soon, seven or eight barrels of gasoline were installed on each motorcycle, which was full.

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

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

Song Wenbin couldn't understand what he said, so Su Tina translated for him.

Black brother: "I know you bought a lot of oil from my mother yesterday, and now I have packed those oils in barrels, if you are ready, please tell us the direction, and I will send the oil there with the convoy .”

Song Wenbin made gestures and told him the approximate location. The black boy seemed a little embarrassed and said, "It's an old road, and we don't usually take it very often, but if you are willing to pay me twenty dollars, I am willing to take it for you. .”

Su Tina was a little unhappy at once. Anyway, they were sending oil there, and it would cost twenty dollars just to walk along the way, which is also a high price in China.

But Song Wenbin has probably figured out the temper of these black people along the way. Perhaps twenty dollars is a lot of money for these black people, but it is not too much for him. Before Su Tina could speak, Song Wenbin He readily agreed to the black brother's request.

The little brother was very happy to take the money, whistled and went to oil up with his companions.Song Wenbin discovered another 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 motorcycle and couldn't catch up with them.

So Song Wenbin found his brother and asked Su Tina to tell him about his problem.

The little brother 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, and I'll just give you one."

Song Wenbin heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and said gratefully, "Thank you."

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

Su Tina was not happy anymore, she asked the little black brother in English: "Why do you need money for everything?"

Brother Xiao Hei looked at her in confusion, not understanding why the Chinese girl asked such a question.

Although the corners of Song Wenbin's mouth twitched, but thinking that he finally got the oil and it was not short of the money, he pulled Su Tina away and gave him five dollars.

The black brother who got the money was very quick, and quickly emptied a gasoline truck, and put the gasoline in that truck into his own car.

Song Wenbin rode on that broken HONDA that had been used for an unknown number of years, and stepped on the pedal several times in a row before igniting the motorcycle.

Although she bought oil and got a motorcycle, Su Tina was not very happy. She felt that she had spent too much money.

Seeing her lingering, Song Wenbin thought she was avoiding suspicion, so he said impatiently: "Go, no one will take advantage of you sitting in the back!"

"No!" she cried.

Although I was a little unhappy, the moment I got on the motorcycle, the sense of novelty once again occupied the high ground of my thoughts.She twisted a few times, bobbed up and down, waved to Huo Yu excitedly, and said, "You come up too."

In order to store as much fuel as possible, the back seat of this car was extended by steel bars, which can accommodate two people.But unlike Su Tina, when Huo Yu saw the motorcycle, it was the motorcycle driven by Song Wenbin, and he showed an expression like eating shit, with disgust written all over his face.

"I don't ride a motorcycle," she said.

"You won't be allowed to ride again, Song Wenbin."

Su Tina was not being honest on the motorcycle, she was bouncing up and down excitedly.

"do not move!"

Song Wenbin frowned, and after scolding Su Tina, he said to Huo Yu: "You don't have to sit, but you can just run behind when I ride."

Huo Yu gritted her teeth, she seriously considered the possibility of running over, but in the end she could only compromise with reality.With the reluctance of being forced into marriage, she stepped onto the motorcycle with difficulty.

After getting on the motorcycle, she was still cursing the program crew bitterly: "What a stupid program, I'm really convinced."

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

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

And the brother who rented the motorcycle to Song Wenbin unloaded the gasoline that belonged to Song Wenbin's car and put it on his own car. There were more than a dozen barrels of gasoline on the car, which made him look like the whole It's like people are buried in gasoline drums.

But even so, he rode very fast, and quickly passed Song Wenbin who was leading two people.

When passing by, he did not forget to make a cool gesture to Su Tina.

Su Tina put her hands tightly on Song Wenbin's shoulders, seeing that he was buried in the fuel tank and driving with one hand, she worriedly said loudly in English: "Be careful driving, there is so much fuel in it! "

Looking at Sutina's youthful and beautiful face blown by the strong wind, the black brother smiled slightly, showing two rows of white teeth coolly, and said loudly: "Don't worry! Sutina! I have run this road thousands of times ! No one is more familiar with this road than I am, nothing can happen!"

After all, he compared his chin with his hand and made a coquettish gesture to the photographer's lens on Hilux not far away.

A broken brick appeared at the turning intersection. The black brother's motorcycle hit the brick, and the body of the car shook. Before he could put his hand on the faucet while driving with one hand, the bike lost its balance and fell down at the curve.

The exposed handlebars of the handlebars drew a row of sparks on the concrete road, and the sparks ignited the spilled gasoline.

boom! !

The little black brother didn't even have time to struggle out of the oil barrel before he was engulfed by huge flames in an instant.

(End of this chapter)