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"Boss, please come this way." Mihaqi made a gesture of invitation, and Sean, dressed in casual clothes, followed behind him.

Next to it is Lorraine, and beyond that are 15 bodyguards carrying boxes.

This is the motorcycle factory that Sean invested in Colombo. Although the equipment is old equipment brought back from the United States, it can be used here without any problem after maintenance and renovation.

After all, Sri Lanka wants to be economical.

As soon as he entered the factory, Sean couldn't help but frown slightly. Although Mihaqi must have been prepared, the factory still seemed a bit chaotic.

The workers were wearing all kinds of clothes. It looked like the concrete floor had been cleaned, but there was still sporadic garbage.

There is no greenery and it looks bare.

Sean didn't say anything, he just followed Mihaq inside.

The workers are quite active in their work. I don’t know if it’s because someone came to inspect.

Just listening to Mihaqi's introduction, Sean didn't say much.

If you look closely at the workers, you can't tell what the shortcomings are, but it feels like they are different from American factories.

Sean didn't say much. These workers didn't understand English.

After looking around for an hour, we arrived at Mihaq's office.

"Let me tell you a few points." Sean got straight to the point. "First, the sanitation of the factory must be further improved and more trash cans should be placed. This kind of garbage everywhere can't happen again."

"Second, greening. There must be greening between factories, connections, and squares."

"Third, work uniforms. Uniform work clothes and shoes should be distributed to all workers. Different workshops and different positions must be distinguished by signs. They must be neatly dressed when going to work."

Mihaqi quickly took a notebook and wrote it down. Although he felt that it was of no use other than looking good, this was the order of the big boss.

Seeing that Mihaqi had written it down, Sean asked: "Tell me why you did this."

Mihaqi was stunned for a moment, and his brain started to work rapidly. After all, he had some quick wits. After sorting out his thoughts for a while, he said: "Improving the environment can make workers relax and focus more on their work. Uniform clothing can make everyone realize that they are different from others."

Being the same, being a collective, can increase the centripetal force."

"Yeah, that's very good." Sean nodded.

A hint of joy flashed across Mihaqi's face.

"Although they are all wrong!" Sean added again, and Mihaqi suddenly froze in place.

"These statements of yours can be said publicly. They are just a good cover-up. Let's sort them out." Sean stretched out his hand and tapped Mihachi, "But the real purpose of doing this is to improve your performance!"

Really cool?

Mihachi didn't understand it at all. He was a Sri Lankan with a well-off family. He went to college in the United States and stayed in the United States for many years before he was selected by Sean to manage this motorcycle factory.

However, he also didn't understand what this cool thing that Sean mentioned was.

"Everyone must understand that this is an American factory. It is a factory with the best conditions and the most advanced management in the world. Working here is naturally superior to ordinary Sri Lankans."

"So, we need to make differences and provide an overall image of the factory, which will fundamentally enhance the workers' sense of identity and also make other Sri Lankans yearn for this place."

"When everyone thinks this place is advanced and good, then our products will be accepted by everyone, even without any advertising. The sense of recognition is much more useful than simple advertising."

"Finally, remember to teach American English within the factory as much as possible!" Sean finally emphasized: "I know they have little foundation and it is difficult to learn, but some simple daily expressions must be gradually popularized."

“Use ‘hi’ and ‘Hello’ to say hello, and ‘bye’ and ‘seeyou’ to say goodbye. Do you understand?”

"We should make them feel that using English makes them more noble, their language more beautiful, and their behavior more fashionable. Let them think that people who can't speak a word of English are inferior, more rigid, more conservative, and more backward."

"Then gradually popularize some more difficult words, such as: How much horsepower does your boat's motor have?"

"Add one or two English words to your daily speech."

"This starts with the leadership of the factory, from top to bottom, and everyone should know that this way of speaking will make you appear more knowledgeable, cutting-edge, and trendy."

"Do you understand what I mean?" Sean looked at Mihachi.

What he wants is to erode these Sri Lankans ideologically and culturally, improve their sense of identity, and enhance his reputation as an American in Sri Lanka.

Of course, if Mihaqi did this, he would be a traitor, but isn’t that the kind of person he needs?

"Well done, I'll help your family get American passports." Sean added a bargaining chip.

Mihaqi was still frowning just now, but when he heard that the family had received American passports, he immediately became energetic, "Of course, many words are indeed not accurate enough to be expressed in Sinhala. I have discovered this a long time ago, but I have always

Do not know what to do."

"After all, many things were invented in the United States and did not exist before. The expressions in Sinhala are also transliterated. It is indeed more accurate and beautiful to use English."

Sean looked at Mihaqi with approval, what a good Sri Lankan prostitute, "As long as you understand, try to provide the contract in English when signing the contract. If the other party does not understand, then let them find a translator by themselves, Sangha

The Luo language contract is only legally valid in Sri Lanka and is not recognized internationally."

"We are an American company and a world-class company. In the future, our products must be exported. Contracts in English are more formal and international."

"We must have an international mindset and not limit our minds to a small place like Sri Lanka."

"Open your eyes and see the world!"

Mihaqi was overjoyed. Sean's words immediately confirmed what he would do in the future from a higher level.

This is no longer about Sri Lankan rape, but about integrating with internationalization, international thinking, and new trends of thought!

It sounds 'strong', well, that's how Mr. Sean described it.

The word "strong" is really too strong!

Sean stood up with a smile and patted Mihaji on the shoulder. Mihaji bowed slightly with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Remember to ensure work efficiency, I think 996 is a good choice." Sean continued: "At a young age, only by struggling more, struggling more, and exercising more can we have the opportunity to change ourselves, make ourselves better, and make ourselves better.

Make your family better and let your descendants become better."

“I have nothing to do all day long and I don’t know how to work hard. Where does the money come from?”

"right!"

Michac nodded heavily.

"996 is a blessing that people like them have cultivated. Many companies and many people think that 996 has no chance."

"If you didn't do 996 when you were young, when can you do 996? In this world, every one of us hopes to succeed, hope for a better life, and hope to be respected. I ask everyone, if you don't put in more effort and time than others

, how can you achieve the success you want?”

"Of course, 996 is voluntary. You don't have to come if you don't want to, but you won't make a fortune working nine to five."

Mihaqi nodded heavily. He fully agreed with this point. In fact, as the CEO of a motorcycle factory, he never had much time to rest.

"My family paid for me to study in the United States, and I took training courses in the United States. This cost a lot of money."

"And these can actually be learned at work. Work is the best and lowest-cost way to learn. If you work hard when others are resting, doesn't it improve your work skills? Doesn't it improve your proficiency? Doesn't it improve your own products?

Generate deeper understanding?”

"They have gained more work experience and improved their skills. However, as the owner of the company, I did not ask them to pay a penny more and gave them the opportunity to learn for free. This is a kind of kindness and a kind of love."

"As long as they make good use of these experiences, come up with better solutions and improve some technologies at work, then these patents will be theirs. This is an opportunity to learn!"

"Don't compare yourself to Americans. This is Sri Lanka, not the United States. When Sri Lanka's per capita income is as high as that of the United States, then think about 955 and enjoy life!"

As he walked out, Sean kept talking, while Lorraine who followed behind him kept rolling his eyes.

This is all nonsense!

If he dared to say this in the United States, Sean would be beaten to a pulp by the angry workers on the spot.

When they arrived at the factory gate, Sean didn't let Mihaqi see him off anymore. The group got in the car and drove back to the villa.

Sean has invested a lot of money in Sri Lanka. In addition to motorcycle factories, it also includes Sri Lanka's largest TV station, the port in Kalombo, and several thermal power plants across the country.

However, there is no rush to pay attention to everything at once. It will take some time for the two newly launched warships to arrive in Southeast Asia.

That's when he comes out to show off his power.

Just visit a few factories these days.

After a day off, Sean took a helicopter to visit his power plant. The first thing he inspected was the power plant in the northeast that was bombed by the LTTE.

Llewellyn Hayward, an American, originally worked at a power plant in Pennsylvania. When Sean was eyeing the power business in Sri Lanka, he hired a headhunter to recruit him.

At one time, Sean poached many people and either stayed at the waste-to-energy plant in New Jersey or were assigned to Cartagena.

Although both sides have enough manpower, this is called talent reserve. At the same time, they also need to be familiar with the nature and business of their own work.

Llewellyn Hayward brought many people to greet him in an open space of the power plant. A chug sound sounded on time, and the helicopter circled around the power plant.

The helicopter landed, Sean took the people down, and Llewellyn Hayward quickly greeted him.

After exchanging pleasantries, Sean asked: "How is the reconstruction work of the power plant going? How long will it take before it can be put into power generation?"

"It will take at least 2 months." Llewellyn Hayward was afraid that Sean would get angry, so he quickly explained, "According to your request, we will not only rebuild this time, but also expand some production capacity, and at the same time,

The originally aging and backward technologies were upgraded, so it took a little longer.”

Since Sean is investing in Sri Lanka, he naturally hopes that Sri Lanka will develop, and with development, the demand for electric energy will increase. This is an early plan.

"Too slow!" Sean frowned and asked with some dissatisfaction: "How long does it take to work a day?"

"Uh... nine hours," Llewellyn Hayward replied carefully.

Sean turned his head and looked deeply at Llewellyn Hayward, "Starting now, we will change to 20 hours of work."

Llewellyn Hayward looked at Sean with a dull look on his face.

Sean didn't seem to see it. If he didn't change to 24-hour work, it was because natural conditions did not allow it.

The four hours at noon were too hot, the work efficiency was too low, and it was not worth the salary he paid.

"You have to learn to adapt to local conditions. This is not the United States. Are you crazy about the 8-hour work system?" Sean scolded sternly: "You think they are all Americans. They have to have time to go to bars and have time to spend time with each other.

Family, do you want to have time to watch movies, listen to concerts and have parties?"

"This is fucking Sri Lanka, people here don't have that much money to do this."

"From now on, we will work two shifts, avoid four hours at noon, hire twice as many people, and speed up my work progress."

Looking away at Llewellyn Hayward, Sean said expressionlessly: "I think you are stupid in the United States and really believe such nonsense!"

"You have forgotten what a capitalist is and what a capitalist should do!"

"With the eight-hour working day, isn't it good for me to open a factory in the United States?"

Llewellyn Hayward could only nod his head. Obviously, he realized his 'mistake'.

Later, Sean told Llewellyn what he had said to Michac before. This time, Llewellyn agreed from the beginning.

American companies are superior to others. He has thought so since he came to Sri Lanka.

Now he still needs a translator for communication, but fortunately, the power plant is relatively more closed than the motorcycle factory and does not require so much external communication.

After giving these business instructions, Sean once again gave some guidance on the power plant itself.

In order to deal with the problem of poor public security environment, the surrounding wall of the power plant was used as a benchmark, and the entire 50-meter perimeter was paved with cement to ensure that the line of sight was wide enough.

Within 50-80 meters, remove the original trees and weeds and plant all the thorny low shrubs.

A 30-meter plant protection wall, I don’t believe anyone can pass through it silently.

Violent damage will be discovered quickly, and it will be a living target.

He handed over the tasks in general, but he didn't care about the specific things. It was necessary to do it well. If he didn't do it well, he would suffer losses...

The LTTE is so rampant!!

Must take revenge!

…

After settling the power plant, Sean took Lorraine for another two days. This time Sean specifically asked someone from the Sri Lankan Presidential Palace to take him to visit and inspect the local gem industry!

Sri Lanka's original name is "Ceylon". The country is shaped like a drop of water, shaped like a gem. In fact, Sri Lanka is also one of the world's top five gem producing countries.

30% of the country’s workforce is engaged in gem-related industries. Since Sean wants to take root in Sri Lanka, it is impossible not to get involved in the gem industry.

The gemstone resources here are extremely rich, of various types, widely distributed, shallowly buried, and easy to mine. Gemstone placer resources are distributed from the central to the south, accounting for about 1/4 of the total land area.·

Besides, the mining industry itself is also very profitable.

Of course, now that there are more and more women, what gift to give has become a big problem, and as we all know, women have liked jewelry since ancient times.

Giving jewelry is always one of the right answers.

Sri Lanka is rich in sapphires, star rubies, star sapphires, cat's eye stones, etc., and the golden-green cat's eye stone is the most famous.

The once famous gemstone here was the "Star of India" weighing 563 carats, which is currently in the New York Museum of Natural History. It was purchased by J.P. Morgan at the 10th Exposition in Paris 100 years ago and later donated.

More than 20 years ago, this gem was stolen once, but not long after...

The gem is back!

Obviously, the guy who stole such a unique thing is a fool. If he doesn't take action, it will be ruined in his hands, and if he takes action, he will be exposed!

Sean has always felt that such stupid thieves lowered the lower limit of IQ in the criminal world.

Under the guidance of Sri Lankan officials, Sean and others visited the ancient riverbed of the Karu River, which is the largest gem mining area in Asia.

When Sean saw the collected gems, he could clearly see Lorraine's eyes gleaming with terrifying light.

Before leaving, Sean conveniently purchased gemstones that were not of the highest quality produced in recent times.

After returning to the United States, wouldn't it be nice to find the best craftsmen to make jewelry and give it to others?

Lorraine was also in a good mood, obviously she thought she must be a part of it.

…

Generally speaking, Sri Lanka’s natural scenery is actually really good.

Sean is having a lot of fun these days.

During this period, I took the time to visit the TV station.

The largest TV stations are not that big either. After looking around, Sean felt that they were not as big as New Century Media’s 5 stations in Los Angeles...

The studio and equipment are also very old.

There weren't many instructions here. They just said that they would purchase the copyrights of a batch of film and television works from the United States and then add Sinhala subtitles and broadcast them on TV stations.

At the same time, he also ordered the TV station to send a few people to Houston to contact New Century Media. He said that if Sri Lankans can open their eyes to the world, they must do what they say.

Broadcast more American news, promote the prosperity, stability, and strength of the United States, and establish the concept that the moon in the United States is rounder than that in Sri Lanka.

Lorraine also asked Sean why he did this. She used to be an agent and didn't understand these things.

"Do you know why the U.S. government attaches so much importance to Hollywood? Do you know why the Eighth Congress has such great influence?" Sean asked Lorraine with a smile.

Lorraine snorted and raised her head, "I don't understand, but I'm arrogant!"

"This is called cultural invasion!"

Sean leaned over and said in a low and slightly sinister voice: "When the people of a country forget the culture, history, and traditions of their own country, they begin to think that the culture, history, and traditions of other countries are better, more civilized, and more

When it is strong, this country is doomed and left at the mercy of others!"

"Ah!?" Lorraine exclaimed.

"We can use worldview, outlook on life, and values ​​to describe these more specifically. If most Sri Lankans tend to have the United States..." Sean showed an evil smile, "Then I can completely control everything here.

Everything, politics, brokerage, people’s livelihood.”

"You are so evil!" Lorraine subconsciously took two steps back and squinted at Sean.

…

My time in Sri Lanka passed very quickly. I visited the local scenery, took care of my own industry, looked at the expansion progress of the Colombo port, and went north to Mannar Island to see the Umbrella base here.

On the other side, Bill's five gunboats have arrived in Southeast Asia and are currently in the middle of the archipelago near Qiongtai Reef.

On the other side, Bill arrived in Vietnam ahead of schedule.

It seems that the Vietnam War ended not many years ago, but people in southern Vietnam do not hate Americans. On the contrary, they admire them very much.

Bill did not show up in person, but arranged for two of his men to hire a group of people here.

The origins of this group of people are also interesting. They were soldiers in the Vietnam War, but they were on the side of the US military.

There weren't many people, about 20 people.

On the other side, before setting off from the United States, Bill ordered people to purchase a steel speedboat on Hong Kong Island and carry out modification work.

They are not big, about 2 tons, but they are very fast and can run about 40 knots.

Under normal circumstances, it's not that the ship can't run so fast, but that such a fast speed will cause damage to the structure of the ship itself, greatly reduce the life of the ship, and also consume a lot of fuel. Therefore, ordinary ships will not be modified in this way.

More than 20 Vietnamese, including Bill and others, a total of 30 people, boarded the speedboat and headed south.

The journey is more than 700 kilometers, and it takes more than 10 hours to travel at a high speed of 30 knots.

When the five gunboats merged, High Sparrow Jeff didn't recognize Bill for a moment.

I saw that Bill's hair was blown back and upward at a 45° angle, his face was numb, his skin was tanned and red, and his voice was hoarse when he opened his mouth.

Bill laughed without any image, like a 200-pound fool!

Bill gave the guy a few hard punches before relieving himself. This painful experience left a deep memory in Bill's mind. Go for a fucking sea ride!

Fortunately, Jeff and others arrived early and found an island with water in this group of islands.

A group of people spent a day here showing off their work.

The next day, a group of people boarded the boat and set off, aiming straight for Nantong Reef.

To the south of Nantong Reef is the rich mud offshore oil field area.

There are 11 oil fields in Fanni, 9 of which are in this area. Today, the purpose of Bill bringing people here is to step on the plate.

Can Bill be a pirate?

cannot!

At least cover your face!

For this area of ​​​​sea, Wei Ni attaches great importance to it. Although there are only a few hundred navy personnel in the country, they still try their best to patrol this area.

Keep it safe here!

Bill picked up the mask next to him and put it on his head. From now on, he was no longer Bill.

The five gunboats were not dispatched. After passing Nantong Reef, the only ones dispatched were the speedboats brought from Hong Kong Island.

At full power, the speedboat cut through the waves and rushed towards an oil well platform more than twenty miles away within sight.

When they got closer, the people on the oil platform saw the speedboat coming but ignored it.

To be honest, this area is quite safe!

As we got closer, when we were a few hundred meters away, we could clearly see the ship parked under the oil platform, and a patrol boat came towards us.

On board one of the patrol boats was not a soldier, but someone from an oil company.

As the two sides gradually approached, the eyes of the people in the oil company gradually widened, and the application changed from calmness to confusion, then to panic, and finally to panic.

There is a bracket standing on the speedboat. On the bracket, there is a thick baffle in front, and a ferocious muzzle protrudes from the middle of the baffle.

It was a 20mm aperture rapid-fire cannon from World War II, originally designed to target old aircraft.

However, it is also not very useful against ordinary speedboats.

After seeing clearly the appearance of the rapid-fire cannon, the oil company personnel screamed in terror to alert the oil platform, while trying to turn the speedboat around and escape.

It was just that they were too frightened and panicked. They turned around too fast and the speedboat flipped over and landed on the sea.

Bill: "..."

Silently raising the RPG on his shoulders, Bill passed by at high speed as the speedboat passed by. Looking at the people thrashing in the water, Bill was speechless.

What a weird thing!

Approaching the oil well, Bill took aim casually and pulled the trigger, firing an RPG directly towards the drilling platform.

There was an explosion of "Boom!"

Amidst the explosion, fire and smoke rose into the sky!

Drilling platforms can withstand Category 10 typhoons. Of course, an RPG is not a big deal, but it is scary!

The rapid-fire cannon turned its muzzle and aimed at the big ship near the platform and fired a round of "dong dong dong dong".

I don't know who was so unlucky, but Bill only saw a burst of blood rising into the sky.

The big ship was riddled with bullet holes!

"Stop!" On several speedboats, a group of Vietnamese shouted, and the AK imitation products in their hands sounded "sudden" and "sudden".

Bill made a few gestures, and the speedboat passed by. Several Vietnamese put hooks on the side of the boat and began to climb up. They were there to rob.

Of course, Bill didn't expect to rob anything...

No matter how much you can grab, there is no way to enjoy the pleasure of earning 100 million a year!

On the drilling platform, the people from the oil company were frightened. It was the first time they saw pirates and they were so cruel. They called the maritime patrol immediately.

By the way, their name is the Navy...

Shameless!!

The Navy was also shocked when they received the news. Pirates?

When did pirates appear in Southeast Asia?

But no matter what, you still have to hurry over and take a look.

The Vietnamese are so poor that they feel good about everything they see on this big ship transporting oil.

Bill had said hello before, and whatever money they grabbed would be theirs.

As for what these Americans want to do, they have not thought about it, nor do they want to think about it. Money is more important than anything else.

Bill waved the two speedboats around the drilling platform. He had to pay attention to the movements of the Gangni Marine Patrol at all times. He could not wait until everyone was approaching and he could not notice it.

No matter how bad he is, he is still a professional, and it is not something that these broken iron speedboats can resist.

After more than half an hour, Bill estimated that it was almost done. In fact, many things could be calculated.

Unless the maritime patrol happened to be nearby, there was no way they would be caught. The ocean is too big.

Bill picked up the walkie-talkie and told the Vietnamese to come down, leaving a speedboat to continue patrolling. He drove the speedboat back to the bottom of the platform.

One after another, Vietnamese people got off the ship and the drilling platform, some of them still stained with blood.

"Hurry up, who the hell hasn't come down yet? If you don't come, I'm going to leave!" Bill shouted cursingly.

After waiting for another ten minutes, the last Vietnamese finally came down, still carrying a bulging backpack.

With a dark face, Bill picked up the man and was about to run away. At this time, the intercom reminded him, "Head, the Clay Man is here."

Bill's expression became serious, and he immediately ordered the speedboat to start, and they circled half a circle to rendezvous. He held a telescope in his hand and looked at a coastal patrol boat in the distance.

The displacement is about 150 tons.

He curled his lips, if there were several gunboats around, Bill wouldn't be afraid of them.

Everyone’s tonnage is about the same, but we have more people!

That's what he said, but Bill wouldn't show off.

He ordered the speedboat to start, "Don't go too fast, lead them over!"

Maintaining a medium speed, the coast patrol boat reached out to catch up.

Seeing that they were approaching Nantong Reef, the commander on the patrol boat on the Bangni side felt something was wrong...

Why is it that the other party is controlling the speed, as if he is trying to lead him over?

The country was small and the people were weak, so the Manni decided to be careful and ordered to reduce the speed. Soon, Bill discovered it.

"Fake, how dare you, are you fucking sea rabbits?" He cursed and ordered a speedboat to go say hello to the other party, and he took his people to meet Jeff.

The speedboat left behind turned around and quickly approached Bangni's patrol boat. Fanni's commander breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, there was something wrong.

While aiming the ship's main and secondary guns, he kept an eye on the speedboat, wanting to see what the other side was going to do.

When the patrol boat got close to about 2 kilometers away, the main and secondary guns on the patrol boat began to roar. It was just trying to hit a small target that was moving erratically at high speed a few kilometers away. It was obviously a fool's errand... The sea water was blown up by the shells for more than ten meters.

High splash, but useless.

On the other hand, on the speedboat, a person took out a barrel-shaped object from the box and put it on the boat. After one operation...

"Whoosh" a small missile shot straight at the patrol boat.

Even if the patrol boat detects a problem and prepares to speed up, it will be too late. The Stinger 2 missile tracks automatically.

There was an explosion of "Boom!"

The patrol boat shook, but it was nothing serious.

Only a gap was blown out on one side of the ship.

It's just a stinger, so it's fine for hitting helicopters, but it won't have much effect against warships, even small ones.

On the patrol boat, the muddy officer looked ugly.

As a regular army, when facing pirates, not only did they fail to hit them, but they were also bombarded. It was simply embarrassing!

Seeing the speedboat running at full power, jumping and galloping on the sea surface like a rabbit, Commander Fanni knew that he could not catch up or hit him.

Watching the pirates escape, I felt very aggrieved.

On the other side, Bill watched a group of Vietnamese sorting out the things they had just robbed in the cabin.

Mainly in Brunei dollars, other items are jewelry, watches, wallets and the like, all of which are relatively easy to get.

Bill was very curious about how much the guy who came down last and carried the bag grabbed. "Hey, how's the harvest? Let me see."

The guy gave Bill a wary look, and Bill rolled his eyes with contempt on his face.

Although he was despised, he was very happy and poured the things on the cabin.

Bill glanced around and found nothing good, so he turned his head and asked loudly: "Have you killed anyone?"

"killed."

"Kill those who have no money!"

"Yes, the rich will be spared."

Bill was stunned and subconsciously asked why?

"This is to tell those mud people that you need to bring money when you go out. If you don't have money, you will die. If you have money, you will live!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" a group of Vietnamese people echoed loudly.

Bill pursed his lips, gave a thumbs up, and flashed his lips. You have received affirmation from Sean!

Just as he was about to leave to find Jeff, Bill suddenly stopped and slowly turned his head. A Vietnamese man next to him was rummaging through the stolen wallet, and one of the documents was thrown aside by him.

Bill was stunned for a moment after seeing the logo on it clearly. He leaned over to pick it up and looked at it carefully. Is this a "Shell" work permit?

Blinking his eyes, Bill subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the oil well. At this moment, Bill had a bad feeling in his heart...

Aren’t all these offshore oil wells owned by Shell?

Shell seems to be one of the seven Rockefeller sisters!!!

The more I think about it, the more I think it is possible. It is true that these oil-producing countries own oil, but it does not mean that they have the technology.

In most cases, these oil giant companies still have to mine the oil, and everyone shares it in proportion.

Therefore, there is a great possibility that these offshore oil fields are Shell!

Bill was speechless and immediately picked up the phone and called Sean, "We've taken down your company!"