Leveling Up With My Pet

Song Jinlun called Luo Maoyuan.

"Mr. Luo, you are still in the capital, come to my office."

"Yes, President Song. I'll be there in ten minutes."

Luo Maoyuan dare not neglect.

No matter how awesome he is, he doesn't dare to do anything in front of Song Jinyou. The customer is God. Song Jinyou holds much crude oil transportation business, and Luo Maoyuan dare not offend him.

Ten minutes later, Luo Maoyuan knocked on the door and entered Song Jinyou's office.

"President Song, you are looking for me."

"Come, come, sit here."

Luo Maoyuan sat down on the sofa as he said, and someone immediately made hot tea and brought it over.

"Mr. Luo, I heard that there is a problem with your 'Xin Fugui' account. Is there such a thing?"

Luo Maoyuan felt an inexplicable jump in his heart.

"No, there is no such thing at all, Mr. Song, you are worried about the one million barrels of oil."

Song Jinyou said: "It's good if there is no problem. The more than one million barrels of crude oil on the 'New Fortune' must be delivered on time, and there must be no delay."

"Definitely, definitely, definitely no problem." Luo Maoyuan almost patted his chest.

After chatting for a while, seeing that there was no problem, Song Jinyou saw off the guests, and after Luo Maoyuan left, he thought in his heart maybe the people below had made a mistake, and the "New Fortune" of Risheng Group had no problems at all, and he was almost scared.

After leaving the building of Yanguo Petroleum Group, Luo Maoyuan took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the delicate beads of sweat on his face, thinking in his heart, how dangerous, how dangerous, almost let Song Jinyou know.

After getting into the car, Luo Maoyuan took out his mobile phone, made several consecutive calls, and gave a stern explanation.

The first is to block the news further, and the second is to strictly order the people on the "New Fortune" to work day and night and take turns to clear the fishing nets on the propellers as soon as possible and start sailing again as quickly as possible.

Liu Yong was lying on the bed, ready to rest.

"At eleven o'clock tomorrow morning, Yanguo Offshore Oil Group will hold a meeting to announce the winning bid for the company participating in the bidding," Liu Yong said.

"The Risheng Ocean Shipping Group's 'New Fortune' has lost power and can only float on the sea now. People from Yanguo Offshore Oil Group should know about this," Liu Yong continued.

"Should I report it secretly and quietly provide some information to Yanguo Offshore Oil Group?" Liu Yong asked himself.

After thinking, Liu Yong temporarily gave up his plan to secretly inform.

There must be many channels for a company as big as Yanguo Offshore Oil Group, and it should be impossible to hide the truth.

Picking up the document on the head of the bed, Liu Yong looked through it again.

"There were information on several major oil tankers of Risheng Ocean Shipping Group, where they were, what they were carrying, and where they were going. It was clear," he thought.

"It's okay to inform Luo Maoyuan quietly, and it's okay to cause a little trouble for Luo Maoyuan," Liu Yong decided.

"Overlord, start working," Liu Yong ordered.

Bawang was in the waters of Malacca, full of food and drink, and slept soundly at a place less than tens of nautical miles away from the "New Fortune" of Risheng Group.

"Master, what do you want me to do?" Bawang asked.

"You go around the Strait of Malacca and enter the Indian Ocean. There is a large oil tanker of the Risheng Group on the Indian Ocean route. It is still the old way to wrap the propeller of that ship with a fishing net so that it cannot move forward," Liu Yong ordered.

"Okay, I'm going now," Bawang replied.

The Overlord set off without saying a word, holding its giant spear.

Going around the Strait of Malacca for many ships will take a long distance, but for Bawang, it is just a few more hours of swimming.

"Why do you still choose to use fishing nets instead of directly poking a few big holes in the boat with a giant spear?" Bawang asked Liu Yong.

"Mainly consider the crude oil on board. If a few big holes are poked, so much crude oil enters the sea, which will cause huge pollution. I do not want such a situation to happen," Liu Yong explained.

After telling Bawang the location and course of the ship, Liu Yong slept at ease, trusting that Bawang would take the initiative to inform him upon arrival at the destination.

Bawang's speed was astonishing, reaching up to 180 knots and maneuvering underwater at approximately 200 meters. With this speed, bypassing the Strait of Malacca was easy, avoiding detection and smoothly entering the Indian Ocean.

As the ship approached its target, the capital was already experiencing dawn, but the area where Bawang was located was still dark. Bawang stopped near the target, only showing half it's head above sea level. It started at the sailing ship for a long time and confirmed it was the correct target.

"Well, it should be it, there is nothing wrong with it," Bawang thought.

"There is no need to inform the master, he should be sleeping. I will wait until I finish the work," Bawang decided.

Swimming toward the ship of the Dynasty, Bawang collected several large fishing nets and wrapped them around the ship's propeller.

The ship, which had been sailing automatically, suddenly stopped, setting off an alarm in the cab and startling the two on-duty drivers.

"What happened? Why did the ship stop?" one of the drivers asked in a panic.

"I don't know. Let's check it out," the other replied as they rushed to the stern.

All the crew members were awakened by the commotion and noticed that the ship had stopped entirely, with muffled noises coming from the stern.

Bawang poked the propeller vigorously with its giant spear. The propeller gradually deformed under the force of the spear, and it was estimated that it would fall off after a few more pokes. Bawang was satisfied with its work and quickly retreated with its spear.

In the morning, Bawang woke up Liu Yong and reported that he had completed the task.

"Master, I have completed the task you gave me," Bawang said.

"What happened? Did everything go smoothly?" Liu Yong asked eagerly.

"Yes, not only was the propeller of the ship entangled with fishing nets, but it was also severely deformed by my giant spear. Even if the fishing nets were cleared, it would be impossible for the ship to continue sailing," Bawang explained.

Liu Yong was delighted with Bawang's success and praised it before preparing breakfast.

Meanwhile, Luo Maoyuan was awakened by a flurry of phone calls, unaware of the situation at sea.

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