Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

Upon hearing this, Zhou Haiping lifted his feet in awe and stared blankly as He Feng picked up the piece of paper from under his feet.

He Feng picked it up as if it were a precious treasure, and carefully brushed away the dust stains on it.

His left hand spelled out each Chinese character, his face beaming with the exhilaration of someone who had just discovered a divine secret.

"That's right, there's no mistake." He Feng murmured to himself, his heart pounding.

"Does the Nobel Prize exist in this world?" he asked, looking somewhat reproachful.

Unlike other world texts that resemble gibberish, this scrap of newspaper is written in square characters similar to traditional Chinese characters.

In the shadows, the text actually matched the words of his original world.

After some examination, some somewhat decent information could be gleaned from the remaining scraps of paper.

By reading it carefully, much like spelling out a spell, He Feng also glimpsed a corner of this genius's life story.

The award nominee's groundbreaking technology, which combines quantum mechanics with biological gene programming, has managed to bring together two completely unrelated things.

Aside from these, there's nothing else worth watching.

The use of this technology on living organisms, the unsolved mystery of increased crop yields, a major step forward in the evolution of human civilization—all sorts of effusive praise are piled up on it, making it tiresome to read.

However, it makes no mention of the breathing technique he created earlier.

Perhaps they have invented and created so much that they no longer bother to add their own insignificant contribution.

He Feng glanced at Zhou Haiping, who was still pretending to be busy, and assigned him a task by name.

"Zhou Haiping, frame the documents I have here."

"Remember, if you dare let even a single drop of ink fall on it, I will hold you responsible," He Feng added sternly.

A storm raged through Zhou Haiping's mind. He glanced at the scrap of paper in He Feng's hand, then at He Feng's unusually solemn expression.

After a one-second pause, he immediately took it upon himself to give an answer.

This leader actually enjoys collecting small items from pre-civilization eras.

Zhou Haiping's eyes darted around as if he had discovered something great, and his mind was already filled with fantasies.

It's not surprising that an ambitious lord has some hobbies.

Today, he suddenly discovered this workaholic's weakness.

This lord actually has a hobby of collecting scraps of paper from a previous civilization!

A barely perceptible smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth; his thoughts were already lost in the illusion of a meteoric rise to power.

If he could offer a small gift that the lord would love.

What if the lord happens to be in a good mood, and then accidentally promotes him, and then accidentally makes him a big shot second only to the emperor and above the city?

His heart was practically melting.

Zhou Haiping tiptoed over, his face full of a fawning smile, and said obsequiously.

"My lord, I, Zhou Haiping, will certainly not fail in my mission."

"If you ever need anything in the future, I, Zhou Haiping, will be the first to help."

He Feng nodded slightly, then turned and plunged back into the ranks of oil extraction.

That's due to the history of the old world in this era. Things that are too old are not as valuable as this abandoned oil well. He Feng only scratched the surface.

He wandered around the various levels of the Iron Tower. Although he didn't participate in them, it was still necessary to make his presence felt.

A worker walked excitedly toward He Feng, his face beaming with eagerness.

"My lord, the fact that this old-fashioned oil field can still be used is truly a stroke of genius."

He Feng looked at the worker in front of him, whose face was covered in black oil and whose body was slightly plump.

"Just lucky."

"Have you determined the reserves?" He Feng asked, looking down.

"My lord, after preliminary exploration and pressure testing, we have discovered that the oil and gas reserves here are at least 4000 tons of equivalent."

"Although the oil here is shale oil, the reserves are absolutely abundant, and it is a shallow oil layer. For our Blue Ship, it is more than enough to cope with the current crude oil crisis."

The worker pinched his nose and grinned.

In He Feng's previous life, an ordinary offshore oil well needed to have reserves of at least 100 million tons to be commercially viable for extraction.

But for He Feng, this amount of oil was enough to make him a golden bachelor.

Because most of the oil fields in this world have been overexploited, the remaining mines are either dilapidated or nearly dried up.

An oil field with such reserves is undoubtedly a top-tier, extremely rich resource.

He Feng remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was practically bursting with excitement.

But along with it came a sense of pity, a fear of being punished for possessing a treasure.

It is undeniable that the Azure was the first to discover this place; otherwise, it would not have been possible to find it so easily.

Such high-quality resources are certainly rare in this sedimentary sea area.

Once discovered, it will definitely be looted by everyone.

The Azure can't stay here forever; it needs to develop and explore more unknowns. This is the way for the Drifting Fortress to survive.

Therefore, one must be extremely cautious when employing people.

With this in mind, He Feng gradually began to have some ideas.

"Refugees can't rest."

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"Gentlemen, give it your all! This is fresh crude oil extracted by our Azure! If we succeed, our good days are just around the corner!"

A laborer shouted, urging his fellow workers to stuff barrels of crude oil into the distillation tower.

Although he never stopped talking, he worked harder than anyone else.

He is not special; in fact, he is an ordinary person.

Back in White Raven City, he remembered that his job was simply to survive, nothing more than to survive.

But now he is happy, and he doesn't know where this happiness comes from. Perhaps it's the porridge he eats three times a day, or perhaps it's the warm bed.

"Old Zhao, how come you're so fast? I wasn't paying attention and you've already moved ten buckets."

He was slightly taken aback, then realized that the person was calling him.

He touched his head, and despite the oil stains and rust on his hands, he still smiled憨厚ly.

"Since the lord has taken us in, we must do our best."

He replied as if giving a command, and then continued with his tiring work.

"Oh dear, you!" The coworker shook his head helplessly, continuing to be overwhelmed by his terrifying work speed.

Barrels of corroded oil were transported to the deck by crane and then loaded near the distillation tower.

The heavy black gold was transported to the material inlet in this way, link by link.

At this moment, the distillation tower is like a hungry baby, with the cone-shaped square funnel resembling a large mouth, frantically sucking it all up, and crude oil being poured into it.

Finally, it condenses at the bottom of the tower and urgently needs high temperature for distillation.

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Several engineers, their foreheads covered in sweat, were laboriously conducting the final startup test.

"Prepare before heating!"

"normal!"

"Pressure check inside the tank!"

"normal!"

"Power on!"