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Chapter 325 The Dark Clouds of Geology (April 6600 Monthly Tickets)

3 month 20 day.

Amidst a scene of reluctance, Tang Wen bid a tearful farewell at Seattle Airport, boarding the plane with bags full of luxury goods.

Meanwhile, the first re-exploration work around Lile Beach was completed.

The Ministry of Petroleum surveyed a 10-square-kilometer area and, combining the correction algorithm proposed by Chu Zhen with past data provided by Wells, re-simulated the area using a supercomputer.

The facts are beyond doubt: due to the limited capacity of the oil storage tanks, all oil extraction machinery had ceased operations yesterday morning.

Chu Zhen and Wells were waiting for the supercomputer to return the results, since it was just a rough verification calculation and the results would be available in about ten hours.

Although Gongzhen Reef has infrastructure, the large number of people and the climate make it difficult to stay there for an extended period.

But Wells was anything but bored; he was filled with excitement and anticipation for new geological discoveries.

After waiting for 19 hours, the calculation results were delivered to Chu Zhen.

At that moment, he was taking a walk with Wells under the oil storage tank, exchanging some of their theoretical findings. After receiving the results, they immediately stopped to read them.

A few minutes later, Chu Zhen closed his eyes without saying a word, tilted his head back towards the sky, and felt a slight swelling in his head.

Wells leaned closer to examine it carefully for a while, then asked incredulously:

"This...this doesn't make sense. Didn't you use new data to verify it?"

"This is the new data; the supercomputing institute verified it before sending it over."

"But this is clearly old data!"

When Chu Zhen discovered the discrepancy on the first day, he had someone calculate it again using the old data and send it back for verification. The result was almost identical to what he saw now.

At this moment, Chu Zhen wearily opened his eyes:

"This is indeed new data. I watched those kids get tested, so there won't be any problems."

Wells: "But if that's the case, why hasn't the calculation result changed?"
According to this map, there are only scattered shale veins beneath Gongzhen Reef; the oil-rich area is at least seventy kilometers away!

He was somewhat devastated. First of all, there was no doubt that Nansha had oil fields, and the reserves and distribution area were indeed very large.

However, these theoretically existing oil fields are quite deep, and the oil quality should be relatively average.

The oil field that actually exists right under their feet is not only shallow and has high oil quality, but also has very high oil pressure.

Wells suddenly turned his head and stared intently at the huge tank next to him as if he were looking at an enemy.

They've been taking samples every day these days, and the crude oil coming out of the well is incredibly stable in quality, with sulfur content almost as if it's been desulfurized—it's top-quality.

However, this huge, high-quality, shallow oil field does not exist!

Based on the existing data, it shouldn't have formed!

If you input actual shallow oilfield data into the supercomputer... no, no, the empirical formulas accumulated over the past hundred years flashed through his mind, and none of them matched!

Bang, bang...

The crisp sound brought Wells back to his senses, and then he saw Chu Zhen slap himself hard across the face.

"Professor Chu, please don't do this, Professor Chu!"

After a long while, Chu Zhen finally stopped, took a deep breath, and said:

"Well, following quantum physics, our geology building has also encountered its own dark cloud!"

He then patted his student on the shoulder:

"It's alright. Geology is also an empirical discipline, and nature is always right. This may represent another huge step forward for geology."

"I only have a few years left to live, and I'm determined to stay here."

Seeing this, Wells quickly said:
"Hey, can I participate in the research too?"

Chu Zhen hesitated for a moment. Wells belonged to Shell, and theoretically, he should not have access to the confidential information here.

Wells: "The data we provided you before was only a small portion. If I can persuade the Royal Society to conduct a joint study, perhaps we can provide you with geographic mapping data of the surrounding area over the past hundred years, which would certainly be helpful." "I will report it and give it a try."

Chu Zhen agreed because he had a premonition that the upcoming problem was beyond the scope of what was known, and that relying solely on domestic resources might not be enough.

If it weren't for the 34000 tons of crude oil piled up right next to him, he simply couldn't believe it.

……

"My name is Zhao Hande, and the following items were given to me:"
Two microwave ovens, one high-end mobile phone, one brand-name watch…

After arriving in Shanghai, they flew to Beijing. Tang Wen and Zhao Hande met together to take stock of the items to be handed over.

Oh, Tang Wen doesn't need it.

In addition, the two also wrote down their conversation with the IAA at the time, and only after that could the matter be considered closed.

However, while writing the manuscript, Tang Wen suddenly remembered some unpleasant things.

For example, just a few years later, a particularly egregious leak resulted in a type of intercontinental ballistic missile being unable to be deployed.

Now, the two leakers have begun to take action, but they haven't been detected yet.

Because this incident was so famous and even used as a safety warning example, Tang Wen remembered their identities.

After a moment's hesitation, he gave a subtle hint at the end, but included some key information that he believed would help pinpoint the specific individuals involved.

After everything was settled, Zhao Hande was pulled aside to summarize the experience and achievements of this operation.

Before Tang Wen could even fly back to his lair, someone came knocking on his door.

People from the power grid, post office, and Ministry of Petroleum arrived almost simultaneously.

News of his purchase of a full 16 heavy helicopters had been circulating for some time, something that was extremely scarce for several departments.

Moreover, unlike other poor departments in China, they have plenty of money and can afford to buy helicopters.

They were particularly interested in the CH-54, each purchasing two at a premium of 180 million RMB per aircraft, which means Tang Wen earned 30 million RMB in commission per aircraft.

Don't think that this amount of money is a lot. Right now, not only is everyone short of US dollars, but buying it individually is also much more difficult and expensive than buying gold. In fact, you're actually getting a good deal.

As for CH47, they didn't interfere, assuming the military definitely wanted it.

If Tang Wen hadn't wanted to keep them for his own use, the remaining two aerial cranes wouldn't have been saved either.

However, after purchasing the helicopter, the people from the Ministry of Oil stayed behind separately and made a request:
"Mr. Tang, could you please invite your company's exploration experts to come and have a discussion?"

Tang Wen roughly knew the reason, but still politely declined.

If there really is an expert here, it's probably myself.

You can't exactly say that matter is generated from the void, can you?

After being rejected, the visitor was somewhat disappointed, and then tactfully asked if Gaijin Petroleum needed investors and if he could make an introduction.

Tang Wen instantly became alert, narrowing his eyes as he sized up the other person.

I recognized him by his eyes; he was probably of a very low level and didn't know Gaijin's true background, nor did I receive any hints.

"Thank you, but Gaijin has plenty of funds and doesn't have any difficulties in that regard."

"Don't you have the equipment or the personnel either?"

"nothing."

"Really do not have?"

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward, so Tang Wen had no choice but to say:
"If someone really wants to help, let him come to the Greater Bay Area more often."

The other party then left satisfied, and Tang Wen quickly boarded a plane to leave this troublesome place.

When Zhao Hande learned that the leaker Tang Wen had mentioned rushed to the hotel to ask for some information, the latter had already returned to the humid and hot coast.

(End of this chapter)