"Is this how you practice?"
Huo Yu asked. In her impression, the processing of gasoline is a complicated process that can usually only be completed by the largest companies: "Just refining it on the 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 huge amount of pollution and waste, after all... .Gasoline is only a small component of crude oil..." Sutina said in a low voice.
The black substance continued to burn, and the firelight produced illuminated the night in the dense forest. With the help of the firelight, Song Wenbin could also see many firelights rising into the sky in the distance. Obviously, there is more than one such workshop.
This was the first time he had seen the original 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 working, watching them busy around the fire.
Such a novel and exciting scene also excited the photographer. Unknowingly, he crossed Huo Yu and got closer and closer with the camera, hoping to take a picture of this primitive oil refining scene.
Huo Yu felt that it was not good to take pictures like this, so he stretched out his hand to pull the photographer back. However, the black people who were working were very alert and immediately noticed something was wrong. They rushed over with loud shouts and reached out to knock the cameraman off. camera and roughly pushed him to the ground.
The photographer 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 wall, rushed to the black people, and shouted in English: "Let him go!"
When the black people saw her coming, they started yelling angrily, pushing and shoving her, and were extremely excited. Someone even grabbed the photographer's camera and started smashing it.
When Song Wenbin saw this, he murmured in his heart. This guy was called a supervisor by the photographer. He must be a regular employee of Seal, and his position may not be low. He has just joined the job now. Maybe the probation period has not passed yet, so he still doesn't want to get involved. This was originally a trap created by the Seal Company, and they were left to resolve it themselves.
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 intentions!"
Song Wenbin couldn't hold Su Tina back, so he could only keep retreating.
The strange thing is that when they saw Sutina coming, the excited black people stopped. Maybe they still remembered this Chinese girl who danced passionately at the banquet. The black people who were about to smash the camera actually put down the camera and just stared with an angry look. Huo Yu and the photographer.
Song Wenbin was taking advantage of the chaos to retreat and escape, but his toes touched another person's feet. 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 black oil drum, standing there looking at Song Wenbin.
Song Wenbin was discovered and could only get up, nodding to him in embarrassment.
The black man who had been friendly at dinner looked very serious now. He grabbed Song Wenbin's shoulder without saying a word and took him to the scene of the incident.
At this moment, Huo Yu was very excited and arguing with several black people at the scene of the incident. She said loudly in English: "These people paid money when they came in. They thought that since they gave the money, they were allowed to film. That's why they are here now." Shooting here is with your permission!"
However, the black man opposite her was more excited than she was. He was saying something loudly, sometimes pointing at the fuel tank, sometimes at the pipe, sometimes at the depths of the jungle. Dancing.
"Can you put your clothes on first before you talk!?"
Huo Yu couldn't bear the scolding.
The black man became even more angry, pointing and getting closer.
Huo Yu could understand what he said and immediately wanted to refute. But at this moment, Su Tina couldn't help but stamp her feet, pulled Huo Yu away, and said, "You'd better stop talking to others and let Song Wenbin do the talking, Song Wenbin! Where is Song Wenbin!?"
As soon as he said it, Song Wenbin appeared.
He said hello to the familiar faces at dinner, reluctantly.
Su Tina hurriedly came to Song Wenbin and translated for him: "These people did not allow us to photograph their oil refining sites and processes, saying that it would affect their business, attract unnecessary attention, and ruin their jobs. "
Song Wenbin mentally cursed the director for doing whatever it took to get the material, and had to shoot everything. But at this point, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "You tell them, we are Chinese, and the things we film will not be broadcast to their country. It won’t even be broadcast in any other country, it will only be broadcast in China, and that’s good for them.”
Sutina immediately translated Song Wenbin's words.
After hearing this, the black man was suspicious and started to chirp.
Sutina asked: "What's the benefit of them asking you?"
Song Wenbin raised two fingers, "China is the largest investor in infrastructure construction. If we see that you have a lot of oil here, we will send people over to build roads for you, so that you can transport gasoline to other countries more conveniently and quickly." City."
After hearing this, the black man kept chattering.
Sutina translated: "They said that their motorcycles can go wherever they want. They also said that the roads are only for people in big cities to enjoy, and it has nothing to do with them."
"The second benefit." Song Wenbin said immediately after hearing this: "The photographer in front of you comes 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." After saying that, Song Wenbin pointed at 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, their faces became much better, and they were no longer so tense.
Even the little brother who had been holding Song Wenbin's shoulders 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 frown on his crotch, as if Sutina had just chopped off her GTR.
Soon, several black men and the cameraman ran to knock on the director's Land Rover.
Although I don’t know the specific process, the black people came back with satisfied smiles on their faces. It seemed that the director gave them a good salary and the filming could continue.
Following these black people who were refining oil, Song Wenbin saw them pulling boats of crude oil from the Niger River in the dark, and refining and distilling it in the woods beside the river. Twenty liters of crude oil can probably distill ten liters of gasoline.
According to the black man, the crude oil was stolen from multinational crude oil companies on the border between Benin and Nigeria.
...
In the morning, when the first ray of sunshine rises from the horizon.
It was night when Song Wenbin came yesterday, and there were no street lights, so he couldn't see anything clearly. During the day, he was able to see the whole place, and the scene here was almost shocking. There are huge black pits dug out everywhere, and there are black oil barrels and distillation devices everywhere. The remains of the oil refined in the pits are still boiling and bubbling. The trees around the pothole have long since died, and the carcasses of some birds are soaked in the black asphalt, making it impossible to see their true appearance.
Around the pothole, black people began to pack the refined gasoline into huge orange-black plastic barrels in batches, and they stopped after loading hundreds of barrels of gasoline.
Before six o'clock in the morning, motorcycles came from all directions. They surrounded the village and started loading gasoline on the motorcycles. Soon, each motorcycle was filled with seven or eight barrels of gasoline.
After filling up with gasoline, the motorcycle fleet started and headed in different directions.
The son of the black aunt quickly found Song Wenbin and started communicating with him.
Song Wenbin couldn't understand what he said, so Su Tina translated for him.
Black guy: "I know you bought a lot of oil from my mother yesterday. Now I have put the oil in barrels. If you are ready, please tell us the direction and I will send the oil there with the team. .”
Song Wenbin gestured and told him the approximate location. The black man seemed a little embarrassed and said, "That's an old road. We don't usually walk it very often, but if you are willing to pay me twenty dollars, I am willing to take it for you." .”
Sutina was immediately unhappy. They were sending gas anyway, and just a quick walk would cost twenty dollars, which was also a high price in China.
But Song Wenbin had roughly figured out the temperament of these black people along the way. Maybe twenty dollars was a lot of income for these black people, but it was not much for him. Before Su Tina could speak, Song Wenbin He readily agreed to the black man’s request.
The boy was very happy after taking the money, whistling and getting oiled with his companions. Song Wenbin discovered another problem at this time. The black man could ride his motorcycle to the location where Wuling Hongguang broke down, but he did not have a motorcycle and could not catch up with them.
So Song Wenbin found his brother and asked Su Tina to tell him his problem.
Upon hearing this, 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 many cars in the fleet, I will just give you one."
Song Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief and said gratefully: "Thank you."
But the little brother still stretched out his hand and said: "The fee for using the vehicle is five dollars."
Sutina was unhappy. She asked Brother Hei in English: "Why do you want money for everything?"
Brother Xiao Hei looked at her in confusion, not understanding why the Chinese girl asked this.
Although the corner of Song Wenbin's mouth twitched, he thought that he had finally obtained the oil and was not short of money, so he pulled Su Tina away and gave him five dollars.
The black guy who got the money was very quick. He quickly emptied a gasoline truck and put the gasoline from that truck into his own car.
Song Wenbin rode on that broken HONDA that had been used for who knows how many years. He stepped on the pedal several times before setting the motorcycle on fire.
Although she bought oil and got a motorcycle, Sutina was not very happy. She felt that she spent too much money in vain.
Seeing her dilly-dallying, Song Wenbin thought she was avoiding suspicion, so he said impatiently: "Let's go, no one will take advantage of you in the back!"
"No!" she shouted.
Although I was a little unhappy, the moment I got on the motorcycle, the sense of novelty took over my mind again. She twisted a few times, bumped up and down, waved to Huo Yu excitedly, and said, "Come up too."
In order to hold as much fuel as possible, the back seat of this car was lengthened by steel bars, which can fully accommodate two people. But unlike Su Tina, Huo Yu saw the motorcycle, which was driven by Song Wenbin, and showed an expression as if he was eating shit, 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 kept bouncing up and down in excitement.
"do not move!"
Song Wenbin frowned. After scolding Su Tina, he said to Huo Yu, "It's okay if you don't sit down. Just run behind me when I ride."
Huo Yu gritted her teeth and seriously considered the possibility of running over, but in the end she could only compromise with reality. With reluctance, as if she was being forced into marriage, she climbed onto the motorcycle with difficulty.
After getting on the motorcycle, she was still cursing the program crew: "What a stupid show, I'm really convinced..."
Song Wenbin didn't like her, so he started his motorcycle and led the way.
But these Africans didn't need him to lead the way. They drove their motorcycles very fast one by one, and soon passed him.
And the guy who rented a motorcycle to Song Wenbin unloaded the gasoline that originally belonged to Song Wenbin and put it in his own car. There were more than a dozen barrels of gasoline hanging on the car, which made him look like the whole person. It's like being buried in a gasoline barrel.
But even so, he rode very fast and quickly passed Song Wenbin who was leading two people.
When passing by, he didn't forget to make a cool gesture to Sutina.
Su Tina put her hands tightly on Song Wenbin's shoulders. Seeing that he was still driving with one hand even though his whole body was buried in the fuel tank, she worriedly said loudly in English: "Drive carefully, there is so much fuel!" "
Looking at Sutina's youthful and beautiful face blown by the strong wind, the black man smiled slightly, showing two rows of white teeth coolly, and said loudly: "Don't worry! Sutina! I have walked this road thousands of times. !No one is more familiar with this road than me, so nothing will happen!"
After that, he gestured to his chin with his hand and made a coquettish gesture toward the camera of the photographer on Hilux not far away.
A broken brick appeared at the intersection. The black man's motorcycle ran over the brick and the truck body shook. Before he could put his hand on the faucet while driving with one hand, the vehicle lost its balance and fell on the bend.
The old and exposed handlebars created a row of sparks on the cement road, and the sparks ignited the spilled gasoline.
boom! !
The black man didn't even have time to struggle out of the oil drum before he was instantly engulfed in huge flames.
