Chapter 537:

Looking at the "ghost town" that never interested him, but now he did not think of the tenacious prospectors who built it or the gold veins that made them fail. His searching eyes returned to the fiery pit-basin, a huge cauldron of sand and ashes-large swaths of yellow, gray and dark brown swept across, and the sun was blasting its rays with hot glass.
But for Li Huai, it was hard to see. He is depicting a huge powerhouse, steel frame, covered pipes, these pipes lead to rotating turbines, generators, cable strings extending far away on the steel frame, wireless transmitters, and all of them are himself The result of his vision, he brought streams from the earth!
Then, the image suddenly disappeared. On the yellow, sun-drenched floor, far below him was a cloud of shadow. It suddenly emerged from the beach, moved a hundred feet irregularly, surprisingly, and then disappeared, as if something had soiled it. Knowing that it is the shadow of a man.
His road turned around. He was going to wander around; he just wanted to take a clear picture with him. But now, when he was relegated for the second time, the gears of the big car were crying, and the brakes were clamped tightly on the sharp turns, making their voices even more rushed.
"Confused desert mouse!" Li Badi said breathlessly. "They will try their luck, but imagine crossing the country like that! And he has no goods-he only has water to carry in the cafeteria!"
But he found that even though the cafeteria was empty, when he stopped the car beside the loose sand, the khaki clothes of a man lying prone next to him could hardly be distinguished from the desert soil.
The man was already struggling before he could get his slender six-foot length from the car. A little bit of the shadow started again. It wobbled and moved forward.
He is shorter, heavier, and one to two years younger, although his flushed face and two days of black beard may cause misunderstanding. Grabbing the tongue-in-cheek man, half led him into the shadow of the car, which is the only refuge in the entire huge sun cauldron.
A painful voice came from the thickly sticking out mouth of the swollen tongue, yelling: "Water—water!" Li Huai boldly gave it to him until he finally allowed the man to drink from the desert bag. During his work, his keen eyes included all important details.
Khaki clothes won silent approval. The compact volume hanging from the young man’s shoulders, even the broad shoulders themselves, and the unshaven and dirty square jaws made Li Biao make an incredible voice, "Okay!" But his face was more tanned. Hotter.
When the stranger was able to stand, he introduced himself. He explained: "I am, a mining engineer." "I will go north. I will take you out of here. You can travel with me."
When he stood, the black-haired youth was obviously already young. His voice returned to its usual rich ringtone.
He shook Li Badi's hand and said, "I'm not going to say \'thank you\'." "I'm sure it's sunk, this is the last knock, everything is like this! You pulled me out-ok Old helper. You can’t thank a companion for this-just give back the favor or pass the favor on by the way-you won't believe it-but my name is Smith."
Smile modestly. "No," he agreed, "I don't believe it. But it's a useful name. Okay, Smith, jump in! Here, let me hitchhike; you're still listless."
Li Badi discovered that his passengers had no communication skills. No, Smith freely talked about everything except himself, but what Li Huai wanted to know was himself.
"Leave me in the first town," Smith said. "You're going north: I'm going south, looking for a job in Lowes. I won't take shortcuts anymore; I only have two days on the last day. I will stick to it."
They crossed the mountains that sounded in the fiery pit of the basin. There is smooth sand ahead. Just follow the shallow marks of his own tires that have been plowed. Dean Lee turned around, maintaining a fair evaluation of the man he rescued.
"Vagrant?" He asked himself silently. "Lost? He doesn't seem to matter; there is something about him..."
He asked loudly, "What is your phone number? What do you know?"
The young man answered frankly: "It's okay!"
Feeling of failure and inefficiency. He was dissatisfied with this young man who had played so much with death. He was curious about his disappointment, and his voice was harsh:
"It's too hard for you to go north, right? Okay, it won't be easier." But Smith interrupted him because of the weak movement of his hand.
"Not too difficult." He said coldly. "Damn it! I don't know what I'm looking for-stupid person: there is a lot to learn!! But it will be a job that requires a serious lick!"
"\'Damn it's too soft!\'" was thinking. "He attacked the desert alone!" He had a lot of things he didn't understand. However, Smith met his own searching gaze in his eyes and looked at it in a whimsical way, which he could understand. Dean Lee Bad is a male judge. The sudden impulse that moved him was based on certainty.
He said: "You got this job." "The desert attracted you almost not too long ago-now it's because you are talking about licking. I will teach it to lie down and turn over and jump over basketball. The truth is mine. The job is to get it. I will work there in the basin where I found you. It will be about two degrees cooler than hell. If this sounds good to you, Smith, please hold on.
As he answered, he strangely warmed the young man's deep dark-eyed expression:
"Try to drive me out, Li Huai-try to drive me out!"
gold!
"Ten miles, driller!
Hell bound, and proud of it!
Go down ten miles, driller!
Whatever I want:
You are struggling in hell
And bragging is too damn,
Because when you go to hell, you will find
The devil there has to pay. "
In the valley shrouded in black night in the distance, the singer's voice fell silent as a door in one of the bunks hit. This song is very popular. During a certain Kuroshio period in the basin camp, they satirized the maneuvers with imitation. Moreover, after the singer's voice ceased, Dean Lee was humming and humming on the mountainside.
"Ten miles down!" he said to his assistant at last, spreading over the rock beside him. "That's right, Smith. Maybe the rest of the dogs are not so far away. \'Baokin\'through the crust of hell\'\'-well, once popped up here, I was gambling, The stove is not all there."
They are on the violent shoulders of the rock, where the mountain road hangs high above the valley floor. In the location below, a few months ago, Li Huai rescued a man from the desert. The light pierced the darkness-the windows of the double-storey warehouse, the floor lamp at the foot of the large derrick, and the single warning light on the top of the derrick. But the buildings and towering steel structures that handle the derrick of the rotating drill bit appear dim and ghostly under the shining of the stars.
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