<h4>Chapter 1291: Chapter 1147 I Haven’t Had Enough Yet (Please Subscribe!)</h4><h4></h4>


    Just as O’Connor’s heart was bleeding.


    ’tter tter tter~~~’


    In the sky.


    A helicopter flew by.


    Several journalists from major American media outlets had sent their teams, ready to cover the story, but their focus wasn’t on the drilling ident, rather on this new oil spill response n.


    On the airne.


    Cameras continually captured footage, and on the ground, a journalist looked at the receiver, broadcasting live to the audience. Otherwise, broadcasting directly from the airne would distort the sound due to the loud noise of the propellers.


    In the live broadcast.


    The Oil Lake rippled with the sea waves.


    "You can see that the drilling tform has been encircled by a belt of solidified crude oil, preventing newly leaked oil from contaminating further sea areas, effectively stopping the spread of pollution from the ident."


    "Myanmar Environmental Technology Company told us their solidification belt is very stic, and it won’t burst from the continually surging crude oil. Right now, a tanker is sucking the crude oil from the Oil Lake."


    "This crude oil, ording to the contract, belongs to thispany as a form ofpensation. American environmental protection department’s water quality monitoring shows that outside the solidification belt, due to the heavy spraying of oil dispersants, the water quality is very clear..."


    Because of the strong sea breeze.


    The journalist’s throat felt raw from yelling.


    ...


    Ge Family Manor.


    Watching the scene on TV.


    The tea he had just sipped.


    He nearly burst outughing, the scene was tooical. Watching others pump the crude oil felt humorously delightful, making Ge Zhong extremely happy, prompting him to give numerous thumbs ups.


    Ge Zhongughed, "Interesting."


    "If not for Myanmar Environmental Technology Company intervening, I think their family would have been fined arge sum of money." Beside him, watching the scene, Ge Tian felt it still wasn’t enough, thinking that like before, O’Connor’s family would have had to pay a huge amount.


    Ge Zhong slightly shook his head.


    "I actually think what thepany did was good, bigger losses would lead to more pollution. This world has already been damaged by us more and more severely; it’s better to have less pollution."


    Ge Zhong was already getting on in years.


    The fight for interests was one aspect; he also hoped to leave a future of clear skies and blue seas for the next generation.


    ...


    This leak.


    It also tugged at the hearts of many oilpanies.


    Because.


    If Myanmar Environmental Technology Company could truly fulfill its promise and perfectly control the spread of offshore crude oil, then, in the future, they wouldn’t have to worry about oil spill idents at sea tforms—spending a few hundred million dors was a minor issue.


    The potential penalties of several billion dors that followed were the major concern.


    Through various channels.


    They continuously gathered information.


    And some oilpanies personally sent experts to test the water quality with their own equipment.


    The results satisfied them immensely, the spread of crude oil was contained, it didn’t threaten the surrounding ecology, and they were even able to efficiently recover the spilled oil, which was quite an eye-opener.


    However.


    If an oil spill urred at theirpany at sea.


    They definitely wouldn’t be as foolish as O’Connor, giving the leaked oil away; even though not much—about a million dors’ worth of oil leaked per day—it still hurt to lose that much.


    On the tform.


    "Boss, just letting them pump our oil like this?" the tform manager said to O’Connor.


    Hearing this.


    O’Connor’s face twitched a few times.


    For a moment.


    He was lost for words.


    Watching their oil being pumped by a tanker, he felt like he was being robbed, tantly robbed. From a distance, many of his peers wereughing at him. No, absolutely not.


    "Get someone to seal the breach quickly," O’Connor said through clenched teeth.


    "Yes."


    The sealingpany was his own, there were no penalties involved, and they had no one else to me for the loss.


    But soon.


    Another big problem arose.


    "President, our ship can’t get in."


    O’Connor was taken aback.


    He looked around.


    And indeed,


    there was a coagted band surrounding the area.


    The ships couldn’t get through, and if they cut through the coagted band, theke-like oil inside would spill out, causing new pollution. The Myanmar Environmental Technology Company, even the Environmental Protection Department of the United States, wouldn’t like it.


    "Can’t we just send the machines down directly?" O’Connor asked.


    "The distance is too far, our equipment’s cable isn’t long enough."


    Upon hearing this,


    O’Connor suddenly felt like he had been deceived.


    But they were indeed trying to seal the oil.


    He felt frustrated once again.


    "We only have to let them pump faster, then cut open the coagted band, and let our ships in to operate."


    O’Connor took a deep breath.


    He immediately contacted someone from the Myanmar Environmental Technology Company.


    "We want to cut open the coagted band as soon as possible to let people fix the leak. Can you pump faster, then devise a n to ensure norge-scale oil spill urs?"


    This request,


    was directly answered by the Myanmar Environmental Technology Company.


    "Okay, at this pace, when our other tanker arrives, we should be able to lower the oilke to a safe level within two days. Then your ship needs to rush in, and we’ll seal the band as soon as possible."


    "Alright," O’Connor said.


    That was the only option.


    Two dayster.


    The oilke finally dropped to the proper level, then a huge cutter opened up a hole in the oilke, and the sealing ship rushed in at full power, getting close to the tform, and began deploying equipment.


    The coagted band was ’sealed’ again.


    O’Connor called his father from the tform.


    "Father, there shouldn’t be any problems this time."


    "This is the ninth time I’m hearing this phrase."


    On the other end,


    he gave O’Connor a soul-crushing response.


    "I’ll handle this matter as quickly as possible," O’Connor could only say.


    "However, at least thispany has the capability to control the spread of pollution, reducing a lot of pressure from public opinion. The upper limit of the loss is controble, but the fee is too expensive—they’re still pumping our oil."


    "..."


    O’Connor felt,


    this would be a joke among his peers about theirpany for many years.


    He hung up the phone.


    O’Connor then boarded a ne back to New York.


    Hourster,


    O’Connor threw his phone.


    Because


    the technicians told him that the ninth attempt to seal the leak had failed again due to a blowout preventer being irreparably damaged. They needed a new blowout preventer to continue mining.


    O’Connor took a deep breath.


    He felt like he was being toyed with by fate.


    The blowout preventer.


    It had not worked before, and now it was broken. This thing, nearly weighing three hundred tons, equivalent to a double-decker bus, was not only expensive but also posed a significant problem for instation and transportation.


    By the time it arrived,


    it was five dayster, plus the instation... He was too embarrassed to call his father again.


    "This is yourst chance; if you haven’t sealed it in ten days, you can leave thepany," O’Connor ordered angrily, rubbing his aching head, feeling very upset.


    ...


    In the Shanghai Stock Market,


    Tang Qing was closely following the situation there.


    They had only pulled two ships of oil so far.


    He hadn’t pumped enough yet.