Chapter 2 Chapter two
People cannot find the location of Constantine Demiris Kingdom on any map.But his invisible kingdom was far larger and more powerful than those on the map.He is one of the top richest people in the world and has immeasurable influence.He didn't hold any official titles, but buying and selling prime ministers, cardinals, ambassadors, even kings as deals was just a matter of daily life for him.Demiris' tentacles can extend to every corner of the earth, and he has his power network in dozens of countries.He had the charisma of a leading man: a sharp mind, a massive stature, broad shoulders, a thick chest, and obviously overweight.He was swarthy, with a falcon-like face, a strong Greek nose, and dark olive eyes.Whenever he's focused on something, he's downright charming.Demiris speaks eight languages and is known for telling anecdotes.He has the world's most precious art collections and flocks of private jets, and his various luxury apartments, castles and villas are all over the world.He has a good taste for women.Beautiful women are often irresistible to him.His romantic anecdotes are as rich as his financial speculation career, so he enjoys the reputation of "big lover".
Demiris has always prided himself on his patriotic fervor - his villas on the private islands of Kolonaki and Psala fly the white and blue Greek flag year-round.He never paid taxes because he didn't feel the need to obey laws that only apply to ordinary people.In his veins flowed a divine blood—the blood of the Greek gods.
Almost everyone around Demiris took what they needed from him.He finances a business project, or contributes to a charity.Some obtain certain rights and interests only through their relationship with him.He likes to put aside the superficial phenomena of things to figure out what people are really pursuing behind them.His dissecting mind had always been skeptical of the apparent truth.So he never easily believed anything he heard, nor anyone around him.His motto was: "Keep your friends near you, but your enemies nearer." Journalists who interviewed him found him only to be a sophisticated and gentle gentleman.But under that veil of tenderness, there was no reason to suspect that he was a bloodthirsty man, a brawler who came from the slums and was able to pinch his opponent's jugular vein expertly since childhood. He never forgave even the slightest offense to him.In ancient Greek, "justice" and "vengeance" are two synonyms.Demiris believed deeply in both beliefs.He will remember any harm done to him, until the poor wretch who provoked him pays a hundredfold.He does not let his prey know what he is doing, because his delicate mind can arrange this cruel game quite wonderfully and beautifully-patient and careful planning, followed by complex and delicate traps, Finally, it is the precise and unmistakable capture and shooting. Whenever he set a trap for his opponent, he always felt a kind of pleasure.He enjoys poring over his approaching prey, analyzing their personalities and assessing their strengths and weaknesses. At one dinner party, he overheard a film producer calling him a "slick Greek."Demiris bides his time.Two years later, when the studio poured money into signing a blockbuster movie with an international sensation, Demiris remained unmoved.It wasn't until halfway through filming that he suddenly managed to charm the actress.She bid farewell to the studio and came to his luxury yacht. "This is going to be our honeymoon," Demiris told her. She did honeymoon with him, but never got around to the wedding.The half-made film finally had to be dropped, and the studio went bankrupt.
Demiris knows in his heart that some of his games against opponents are still not even.But there is no rush.He is used to deploying the lineup calmly after joining the game, and then deal a fatal blow to the opponent.These days, he has no existing opponent for the time being, because no one can compete with him.So he began to turn his attention to the prey that had slipped by him before. However, Demiris' sword of "justice" is a double-edged sword. Just as he never forgives the harm done to him, he never forgets the favors that others have given him.A fisherman who took care of him in the early years will get a fishing fleet overnight, and a prostitute who rescued him when he was in trouble, never dreaming that a large amount of mysterious "inheritance" will fall from the sky The land fell on her head, but she still has no way of knowing which benefactor this department store came from.
Demiris was born in a family of longshoremen in Piraeus.The 15 brothers have lived a miserable life of starvation since they were young. He showed extraordinary business acumen in his childhood, earning money by working outside of school. At the age of sixteen he had saved enough money to open a joint venture with an older fellow in the port area of a grocery store.Seeing that the business was getting more and more prosperous, the partner used tricks to embezzle the half that was used for him.Turns out it took Demiris 10 years to destroy that guy.His inner lust and ambition began to expand; he often kept his shining eyes open until dawn in the long dark night.I'm going to be rich.I will be famous.One day I will let everyone know my name.This thought was the only lullaby that could lull him to sleep.He doesn't know how to become a superior person, but he firmly believes that this day will come.
On the day of his 17th birthday, he happened to talk about an article about oil field development in Saudi Arabia, and he seemed to suddenly see that the mysterious door of fate had opened to him. He went to his father. "I'm going to work in Saudi Arabia." "It's not worth it! How much do you know about oil fields?" "Don't know. But I can learn to do it, Dad." A month later, Constantin Demiris left his hometown.
Continental has a rule that overseas workers must sign up for at least two years of service.Demiris didn't care about that.Because he has made up his mind: he will never return to Greece until he becomes rich.He imagined adventures in the wondrous Arabian Nights.What a charming and mysterious land that is!There are exotic Arab women and "black gold" pouring out.However, the reality he saw later left him dumbfounded. Demiris arrived in Fadili, Saudi Arabia, early one summer morning.All he could see here was a rough building made of gravel.It sits alone in the middle of the desert, giving off a dreary feeling.Around it, there are some simple wooden huts.There are about a thousand people working here as coolies, most of whom are native Saudis.As for those women, all of them wore thick veils and shuttled past on the dusty dirt road.
Demiris entered the stone building.The office of Mr. JJ McIntyre, the HR manager, is located inside. McIntyre looked up as he entered the office. "So, the domestic office recruited you, didn't it?" "Yes, sir." "Ever been in this line of work before, boy?" "No, sir." For a split second, Demiris tried to lie. McIntyre laughed and said, "You'll love the job. But it's a hell of a place, the food is terrible, and you can't play with women, unless you want someone to castrate you. At night, what? No goddamn show either. But the pay is pretty good, how about it?" "I came here to learn to work." He said sincerely. "Oh? Then you've got to learn fast. It's a Muslim country, and that means absolutely no alcohol. Anyone who steals gets his right hand cut off, the second time his left hand, and if there's a third time, Then you lose a foot. If you kill someone, you get beheaded." "I don't want to kill people." "Wait a minute," McIntyre grunted impatiently, "you've only just arrived."
Their camp is as noisy as the Babel in the legend of the Bible.People here come from a dozen different countries, and they all speak their own different languages.Demiris' hearing is very good, and he quickly learned several languages.They build roads, build sheds, install power equipment and communication facilities, dig and bury drainage channels, arrange food, water supply, medical treatment and so on in the desolate desert.All this chore seemed like unexpected extra work to Demiris.He toiled in heat above 100 degrees Fahrenheit.At the same time, they have to endure the harassment of flies and mosquitoes, as well as the torture of diseases such as dysentery and high fever.In this desert, people still have a strict hierarchy.The top ones are the geological engineers who are engaged in exploration.The bottom ones are, of course, these handymen who are called "coolies"; those office workers are called "bright trousers". In fact, those actually involved in oil drilling, such as: geologists, surveyors, engineers or petrochemical engineers are almost all Americans.Because rotary drills were invented in the United States, they operate better than others.The clever Demiris began to find ways to make friends with these Americans. Demiris spent all his time with the iron driller and asked them for advice, and then stored the knowledge he got.He sucked hungrily like a hot beach.Over time, he began to notice that people were doing things in two different ways. A driller works on a 130-foot derrick.Demiris walked over: "I don't understand why there are two different methods of operation." The driller explained to him, "Oh boy, there's a cable drill bit, and there's a rotary bit. Most of the bits that people use these days are rotary. But they're just the same when you start using them." "yes?" "Of course. Because no matter which one you use, you have to erect such a derrick first to hoist the drilling equipment and then lower it into the well." He glanced curiously at this curious young man, " Surely you don't know why people call the word derrick 'Derek'?" "Yes, sir." "'Derek' was the name of a famous 17th-century gallows hangman." "I understand." "The use of cable drilling dates back hundreds of years, and the Chinese used this method to dig wells. They first dug a hole in the ground, and then used a sling to lift the heavy digging tool into the hole. But today, eighty-five percent of wells are drilled with rotary drills." With that, he turned and went to work. "Excuse me, may I know how a rotary drill works?" The worker put down what he was doing. "Its advantage is that it takes less effort to drill than cable drilling. You see, we installed a motor-driven turntable in the center of the derrick. This steel-cast turntable can clamp the drill pipe that goes down the well and turn it. Get up. The drill bit is attached to the bottom end of the drill pipe." "It doesn't sound too complicated, does it?" "But it's much more complicated in practice. You have to try to dig out the loose layers of soil, and you have to keep the walls of the well from collapsing. You also have to drain and exhaust the well." "If you keep drilling like this, won't the bit become dull?" "Of course. So then we'll lift the whole drill pipe up and put a new bit in the bottom of it before we can start drilling again. Do you want to be a driller?" "No, sir. I hope to have my own oil well in the future." "Then I wish you success. Can I do my job now?"
One morning, Demiris watched as the driller put the drill pipe down the well, but instead of drilling down the well, he just drilled a few small round holes in the side of the well and brought up a few small pieces of rock. "Excuse me, can you tell me the purpose of doing this?" he asked curiously. He put down his work and shrugged helplessly. "It's called taking a rock sample. After analysis, we can know the oil content in it." "thanks."
Everything is going smoothly.Whenever those drillers were about to drill holes in the ground, Demiris often heard them shouting humorously: "It's time to turn right!" Later he found that they drilled many small holes with a diameter of only 2 to 3 inches in this area. holes. "Excuse me, what are these small holes used for?" He asked puzzled. "It's called an exploratory well. It tells us about what's under the surface. It saves the company a lot of time and money." "I see." Everything was so attractive to the young man that his questions were endless. "I also want to bother to ask, how do you determine the location of the well?" "The company has a lot of geologists—the stone lore folks—who can survey formations and analyze rock samples. And then we hangmen..." "Wait a minute, who is the hangman?" "Drillers. When they..."
On the scorching sun in the desert, Constantine Demiris hauled well towers day and night, cleaned all kinds of equipment, and drove a truck to and from the hot rocky Gobi. The oil fields burned day and night natural gas from the ground. Mr. McIntyre had already prepared him for the harsh board and lodging and the boredom of the evenings.But what made him more uncomfortable was that he felt that every pore of his body was covered with nasty sand.Moreover, this place is also full of lice, which makes it impossible to get rid of.The goddamn sand is really pervasive.They got into the shed, penetrated his underwear, and drove him almost crazy.But this time it was even worse. The great desert began to attack them.For a whole month, the wind and the sand roared non-stop, with a rage that was enough to drive people into hysterics. Demiris stared at the yellow sand flying all over the sky outside the door. "Should we still go out to work in this weather?" "You're right, Konstantin. This is not a sanatorium." New oil fields have been discovered in nearby areas.One is in Abu Hadriyah and the other is in the Qatif and Harad area.They are busier than ever.
Two more people came to the oil area. They were the British geologist Henry Porter and his wife.Mr Porter is in his late 70s, but his wife Sybil is in her early 30s.In other places, Sybil could only be regarded as a fat woman with ordinary appearance and harsh voice, but in Fadili, she can be regarded as a charming beauty.Henry Potter was out exploring all year round, so she was often left alone at home. Young Demiris was sent to help her settle into a new home. "This is the scariest place I've ever seen in my life," she murmured. "Henry keeps bringing me to hell like this. I don't know how I put it up." "Your husband is working on something important," Demiris reassured her. She glanced tentatively at the handsome young man. "But Henry didn't do all the things he was supposed to do. You know what I mean?" Demiris was fully aware of the overtones of her words. "No, ma'am." "what's your name?" "Demiris, madam. Constantine Demiris." "What is your friend calling you?" "Coster." "Well, Coster. I think we'll be good friends. Of course those people have nothing in common with us, don't you?" "Who are those people?" "It's those Middle Easterners." "I have to get back to talking." Demiris said and left. In the weeks that followed, Sybil kept making excuses to send for Demiris. "Henry's gone again in the morning," she complained to him, "to do that stupid drilling again." Then she added slyly, "He should have done more drilling around the house." Demiris was silent, Mr. Porter was very important in the company.Demiris therefore did not want to mess with his wife lest he lose his job.Although he can't know exactly how he will develop in the future, he can be sure that his current job will be a passport to pass the road to prosperity in the future.Oil meant his long dream, his determination to be a part of it.
late at night.Sybil sent for Demiris again.After he entered her house, he knocked on the door a few times. "Come in." Sybil was wearing a nightgown as thin as a cicada's wings, and the flesh inside was almost exposed. "I...do you want to see me, madam?" "Yes. Come in, Coster. There seems to be something wrong with my bedside lamp." Demiris avoided her eyes as much as he could.He went to the bedside and picked up the lamp to check. "There's not even a light bulb in it..." He felt a hot and humid body close behind him, and at the same time a pair of hands began to caress him. "Mrs. Potter..." She sealed his mouth with her lips and pushed him onto the bed.Demiris finally lost control of what made the next move happen. Demiris lay on the bed terrified.What have I done?It would be over if Potter found out.Sybil seemed to read his mind.She giggled and said, "It's our little secret, what do you say, honey?"
This secrecy continued in the months that followed.Demiris couldn't get rid of the woman.During the days when her husband was away he had been unable to find an excuse to refuse Sybil's request.What made him even more troubled was that she was madly in love with him. "A nice fellow like you shouldn't be in a place like this," she said. "We should go back to England together." "But my homeland is in Greece." "Don't say such things," she stroked his slender and lean body, "you should go back to the country with me. I want to divorce Henry, and then we will get married." A sense of fear suddenly hit his heart. "Sybil, I... I have no money, I..." She kissed his breast. "That's no problem, I'll try to make you money, baby." "yes?" She sat up in bed. "Henry told me last night that he found some big new oil fields. You know, he's good at that kind of thing. Anyway, he was so excited last night that he rushed to write that prospecting report overnight. Before leaving in the morning, he told me to send his report in the morning mail. I still have it, do you want to see it?" Demiris' heart began to beat faster. "Okay, I... let me see." Sybil staggered to the old desk in the corner, took out a manila envelope from there, and went back to bed. "Open it." Demiris hesitated for a moment, then opened the envelope and took out the 5-page report, took a quick look at Wen, and then read it from the beginning word by word. "Is the information worth some money?" She even asked if it was worth some money?This is likely to be the most significant oil field discovery in the world so far! But Demiris restrained his excitement. "Yes. This... this thing can be worth some money." "Well, it's yours," said Sybil cheerfully. "Now we have money." He yawned, "But it's not that simple." "why?" "It's certainly worth money to someone who can buy the mining rights to the land. But it costs money," explained Demiris, who has only three hundred dollars in the bank. "Oh, don't worry about that, because Henry has money, and I can write you a check. Is $5,000 enough?" Constantin Demiris could hardly believe his ears. "Enough. I... I don't know what to say to you." "It's for us too, my dear, for our future." Sitting on the bed, he thought carefully and said, "Sybil, can you delay sending this report until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, okay?" "Of course. I can put off until Friday. Is that enough time for you, dear?" He nodded slowly. "enough."
Just the $5,000 that Sybil gave—no, that wasn't borrowed, it was borrowed.He told himself——Konstantin Demiris had bought the undiscovered piece of prime land first.Constantin Demiris became a millionaire a few months later when prolific gushers sprang up from there. He returned the $5,000 to Sybil, plus a nightgown, and set off for Greece.After that, she never saw him again.
Almost everyone around Demiris took what they needed from him.He finances a business project, or contributes to a charity.Some obtain certain rights and interests only through their relationship with him.He likes to put aside the superficial phenomena of things to figure out what people are really pursuing behind them.His dissecting mind had always been skeptical of the apparent truth.So he never easily believed anything he heard, nor anyone around him.His motto was: "Keep your friends near you, but your enemies nearer." Journalists who interviewed him found him only to be a sophisticated and gentle gentleman.But under that veil of tenderness, there was no reason to suspect that he was a bloodthirsty man, a brawler who came from the slums and was able to pinch his opponent's jugular vein expertly since childhood. He never forgave even the slightest offense to him.In ancient Greek, "justice" and "vengeance" are two synonyms.Demiris believed deeply in both beliefs.He will remember any harm done to him, until the poor wretch who provoked him pays a hundredfold.He does not let his prey know what he is doing, because his delicate mind can arrange this cruel game quite wonderfully and beautifully-patient and careful planning, followed by complex and delicate traps, Finally, it is the precise and unmistakable capture and shooting. Whenever he set a trap for his opponent, he always felt a kind of pleasure.He enjoys poring over his approaching prey, analyzing their personalities and assessing their strengths and weaknesses. At one dinner party, he overheard a film producer calling him a "slick Greek."Demiris bides his time.Two years later, when the studio poured money into signing a blockbuster movie with an international sensation, Demiris remained unmoved.It wasn't until halfway through filming that he suddenly managed to charm the actress.She bid farewell to the studio and came to his luxury yacht. "This is going to be our honeymoon," Demiris told her. She did honeymoon with him, but never got around to the wedding.The half-made film finally had to be dropped, and the studio went bankrupt.
Demiris knows in his heart that some of his games against opponents are still not even.But there is no rush.He is used to deploying the lineup calmly after joining the game, and then deal a fatal blow to the opponent.These days, he has no existing opponent for the time being, because no one can compete with him.So he began to turn his attention to the prey that had slipped by him before. However, Demiris' sword of "justice" is a double-edged sword. Just as he never forgives the harm done to him, he never forgets the favors that others have given him.A fisherman who took care of him in the early years will get a fishing fleet overnight, and a prostitute who rescued him when he was in trouble, never dreaming that a large amount of mysterious "inheritance" will fall from the sky The land fell on her head, but she still has no way of knowing which benefactor this department store came from.
Demiris was born in a family of longshoremen in Piraeus.The 15 brothers have lived a miserable life of starvation since they were young. He showed extraordinary business acumen in his childhood, earning money by working outside of school. At the age of sixteen he had saved enough money to open a joint venture with an older fellow in the port area of a grocery store.Seeing that the business was getting more and more prosperous, the partner used tricks to embezzle the half that was used for him.Turns out it took Demiris 10 years to destroy that guy.His inner lust and ambition began to expand; he often kept his shining eyes open until dawn in the long dark night.I'm going to be rich.I will be famous.One day I will let everyone know my name.This thought was the only lullaby that could lull him to sleep.He doesn't know how to become a superior person, but he firmly believes that this day will come.
On the day of his 17th birthday, he happened to talk about an article about oil field development in Saudi Arabia, and he seemed to suddenly see that the mysterious door of fate had opened to him. He went to his father. "I'm going to work in Saudi Arabia." "It's not worth it! How much do you know about oil fields?" "Don't know. But I can learn to do it, Dad." A month later, Constantin Demiris left his hometown.
Continental has a rule that overseas workers must sign up for at least two years of service.Demiris didn't care about that.Because he has made up his mind: he will never return to Greece until he becomes rich.He imagined adventures in the wondrous Arabian Nights.What a charming and mysterious land that is!There are exotic Arab women and "black gold" pouring out.However, the reality he saw later left him dumbfounded. Demiris arrived in Fadili, Saudi Arabia, early one summer morning.All he could see here was a rough building made of gravel.It sits alone in the middle of the desert, giving off a dreary feeling.Around it, there are some simple wooden huts.There are about a thousand people working here as coolies, most of whom are native Saudis.As for those women, all of them wore thick veils and shuttled past on the dusty dirt road.
Demiris entered the stone building.The office of Mr. JJ McIntyre, the HR manager, is located inside. McIntyre looked up as he entered the office. "So, the domestic office recruited you, didn't it?" "Yes, sir." "Ever been in this line of work before, boy?" "No, sir." For a split second, Demiris tried to lie. McIntyre laughed and said, "You'll love the job. But it's a hell of a place, the food is terrible, and you can't play with women, unless you want someone to castrate you. At night, what? No goddamn show either. But the pay is pretty good, how about it?" "I came here to learn to work." He said sincerely. "Oh? Then you've got to learn fast. It's a Muslim country, and that means absolutely no alcohol. Anyone who steals gets his right hand cut off, the second time his left hand, and if there's a third time, Then you lose a foot. If you kill someone, you get beheaded." "I don't want to kill people." "Wait a minute," McIntyre grunted impatiently, "you've only just arrived."
Their camp is as noisy as the Babel in the legend of the Bible.People here come from a dozen different countries, and they all speak their own different languages.Demiris' hearing is very good, and he quickly learned several languages.They build roads, build sheds, install power equipment and communication facilities, dig and bury drainage channels, arrange food, water supply, medical treatment and so on in the desolate desert.All this chore seemed like unexpected extra work to Demiris.He toiled in heat above 100 degrees Fahrenheit.At the same time, they have to endure the harassment of flies and mosquitoes, as well as the torture of diseases such as dysentery and high fever.In this desert, people still have a strict hierarchy.The top ones are the geological engineers who are engaged in exploration.The bottom ones are, of course, these handymen who are called "coolies"; those office workers are called "bright trousers". In fact, those actually involved in oil drilling, such as: geologists, surveyors, engineers or petrochemical engineers are almost all Americans.Because rotary drills were invented in the United States, they operate better than others.The clever Demiris began to find ways to make friends with these Americans. Demiris spent all his time with the iron driller and asked them for advice, and then stored the knowledge he got.He sucked hungrily like a hot beach.Over time, he began to notice that people were doing things in two different ways. A driller works on a 130-foot derrick.Demiris walked over: "I don't understand why there are two different methods of operation." The driller explained to him, "Oh boy, there's a cable drill bit, and there's a rotary bit. Most of the bits that people use these days are rotary. But they're just the same when you start using them." "yes?" "Of course. Because no matter which one you use, you have to erect such a derrick first to hoist the drilling equipment and then lower it into the well." He glanced curiously at this curious young man, " Surely you don't know why people call the word derrick 'Derek'?" "Yes, sir." "'Derek' was the name of a famous 17th-century gallows hangman." "I understand." "The use of cable drilling dates back hundreds of years, and the Chinese used this method to dig wells. They first dug a hole in the ground, and then used a sling to lift the heavy digging tool into the hole. But today, eighty-five percent of wells are drilled with rotary drills." With that, he turned and went to work. "Excuse me, may I know how a rotary drill works?" The worker put down what he was doing. "Its advantage is that it takes less effort to drill than cable drilling. You see, we installed a motor-driven turntable in the center of the derrick. This steel-cast turntable can clamp the drill pipe that goes down the well and turn it. Get up. The drill bit is attached to the bottom end of the drill pipe." "It doesn't sound too complicated, does it?" "But it's much more complicated in practice. You have to try to dig out the loose layers of soil, and you have to keep the walls of the well from collapsing. You also have to drain and exhaust the well." "If you keep drilling like this, won't the bit become dull?" "Of course. So then we'll lift the whole drill pipe up and put a new bit in the bottom of it before we can start drilling again. Do you want to be a driller?" "No, sir. I hope to have my own oil well in the future." "Then I wish you success. Can I do my job now?"
One morning, Demiris watched as the driller put the drill pipe down the well, but instead of drilling down the well, he just drilled a few small round holes in the side of the well and brought up a few small pieces of rock. "Excuse me, can you tell me the purpose of doing this?" he asked curiously. He put down his work and shrugged helplessly. "It's called taking a rock sample. After analysis, we can know the oil content in it." "thanks."
Everything is going smoothly.Whenever those drillers were about to drill holes in the ground, Demiris often heard them shouting humorously: "It's time to turn right!" Later he found that they drilled many small holes with a diameter of only 2 to 3 inches in this area. holes. "Excuse me, what are these small holes used for?" He asked puzzled. "It's called an exploratory well. It tells us about what's under the surface. It saves the company a lot of time and money." "I see." Everything was so attractive to the young man that his questions were endless. "I also want to bother to ask, how do you determine the location of the well?" "The company has a lot of geologists—the stone lore folks—who can survey formations and analyze rock samples. And then we hangmen..." "Wait a minute, who is the hangman?" "Drillers. When they..."
On the scorching sun in the desert, Constantine Demiris hauled well towers day and night, cleaned all kinds of equipment, and drove a truck to and from the hot rocky Gobi. The oil fields burned day and night natural gas from the ground. Mr. McIntyre had already prepared him for the harsh board and lodging and the boredom of the evenings.But what made him more uncomfortable was that he felt that every pore of his body was covered with nasty sand.Moreover, this place is also full of lice, which makes it impossible to get rid of.The goddamn sand is really pervasive.They got into the shed, penetrated his underwear, and drove him almost crazy.But this time it was even worse. The great desert began to attack them.For a whole month, the wind and the sand roared non-stop, with a rage that was enough to drive people into hysterics. Demiris stared at the yellow sand flying all over the sky outside the door. "Should we still go out to work in this weather?" "You're right, Konstantin. This is not a sanatorium." New oil fields have been discovered in nearby areas.One is in Abu Hadriyah and the other is in the Qatif and Harad area.They are busier than ever.
Two more people came to the oil area. They were the British geologist Henry Porter and his wife.Mr Porter is in his late 70s, but his wife Sybil is in her early 30s.In other places, Sybil could only be regarded as a fat woman with ordinary appearance and harsh voice, but in Fadili, she can be regarded as a charming beauty.Henry Potter was out exploring all year round, so she was often left alone at home. Young Demiris was sent to help her settle into a new home. "This is the scariest place I've ever seen in my life," she murmured. "Henry keeps bringing me to hell like this. I don't know how I put it up." "Your husband is working on something important," Demiris reassured her. She glanced tentatively at the handsome young man. "But Henry didn't do all the things he was supposed to do. You know what I mean?" Demiris was fully aware of the overtones of her words. "No, ma'am." "what's your name?" "Demiris, madam. Constantine Demiris." "What is your friend calling you?" "Coster." "Well, Coster. I think we'll be good friends. Of course those people have nothing in common with us, don't you?" "Who are those people?" "It's those Middle Easterners." "I have to get back to talking." Demiris said and left. In the weeks that followed, Sybil kept making excuses to send for Demiris. "Henry's gone again in the morning," she complained to him, "to do that stupid drilling again." Then she added slyly, "He should have done more drilling around the house." Demiris was silent, Mr. Porter was very important in the company.Demiris therefore did not want to mess with his wife lest he lose his job.Although he can't know exactly how he will develop in the future, he can be sure that his current job will be a passport to pass the road to prosperity in the future.Oil meant his long dream, his determination to be a part of it.
late at night.Sybil sent for Demiris again.After he entered her house, he knocked on the door a few times. "Come in." Sybil was wearing a nightgown as thin as a cicada's wings, and the flesh inside was almost exposed. "I...do you want to see me, madam?" "Yes. Come in, Coster. There seems to be something wrong with my bedside lamp." Demiris avoided her eyes as much as he could.He went to the bedside and picked up the lamp to check. "There's not even a light bulb in it..." He felt a hot and humid body close behind him, and at the same time a pair of hands began to caress him. "Mrs. Potter..." She sealed his mouth with her lips and pushed him onto the bed.Demiris finally lost control of what made the next move happen. Demiris lay on the bed terrified.What have I done?It would be over if Potter found out.Sybil seemed to read his mind.She giggled and said, "It's our little secret, what do you say, honey?"
This secrecy continued in the months that followed.Demiris couldn't get rid of the woman.During the days when her husband was away he had been unable to find an excuse to refuse Sybil's request.What made him even more troubled was that she was madly in love with him. "A nice fellow like you shouldn't be in a place like this," she said. "We should go back to England together." "But my homeland is in Greece." "Don't say such things," she stroked his slender and lean body, "you should go back to the country with me. I want to divorce Henry, and then we will get married." A sense of fear suddenly hit his heart. "Sybil, I... I have no money, I..." She kissed his breast. "That's no problem, I'll try to make you money, baby." "yes?" She sat up in bed. "Henry told me last night that he found some big new oil fields. You know, he's good at that kind of thing. Anyway, he was so excited last night that he rushed to write that prospecting report overnight. Before leaving in the morning, he told me to send his report in the morning mail. I still have it, do you want to see it?" Demiris' heart began to beat faster. "Okay, I... let me see." Sybil staggered to the old desk in the corner, took out a manila envelope from there, and went back to bed. "Open it." Demiris hesitated for a moment, then opened the envelope and took out the 5-page report, took a quick look at Wen, and then read it from the beginning word by word. "Is the information worth some money?" She even asked if it was worth some money?This is likely to be the most significant oil field discovery in the world so far! But Demiris restrained his excitement. "Yes. This... this thing can be worth some money." "Well, it's yours," said Sybil cheerfully. "Now we have money." He yawned, "But it's not that simple." "why?" "It's certainly worth money to someone who can buy the mining rights to the land. But it costs money," explained Demiris, who has only three hundred dollars in the bank. "Oh, don't worry about that, because Henry has money, and I can write you a check. Is $5,000 enough?" Constantin Demiris could hardly believe his ears. "Enough. I... I don't know what to say to you." "It's for us too, my dear, for our future." Sitting on the bed, he thought carefully and said, "Sybil, can you delay sending this report until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, okay?" "Of course. I can put off until Friday. Is that enough time for you, dear?" He nodded slowly. "enough."
Just the $5,000 that Sybil gave—no, that wasn't borrowed, it was borrowed.He told himself——Konstantin Demiris had bought the undiscovered piece of prime land first.Constantin Demiris became a millionaire a few months later when prolific gushers sprang up from there. He returned the $5,000 to Sybil, plus a nightgown, and set off for Greece.After that, she never saw him again.