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Chapter 23 of 100

Chapter 23

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Gangjie Chemical is a large private chemical company. Over the past decade, it has successively won numerous honors, including "Jiangnan Province Private Science and Technology Enterprise," "Jiangnan Province High-Tech Enterprise," "Zhongyun City Environment-Friendly Advanced Enterprise," and "Bank Credit Rating AAA Enterprise."

The boss, Rong Wei, is not only a major asset holder in the industrial park but also a regular guest at the annual entrepreneurs' tea party hosted by the mayor.

Gangjie Chemical mainly produces low-toxicity or non-toxic chemical raw materials. In the entire Zhongyun City, no one can match their production capacity.

The fifty million yuan chemical raw material order negotiated with the world-renowned German company BASF last month is a topic that Boss Rong Wei talks about to everyone he meets.

BASF is a complete multinational chemical industry giant with a business scope that inspires fear. Its footprint spans 41 countries, with over 160 wholly-owned subsidiaries or joint ventures.

Anyone in the chemical industry who says they haven't heard of BASF is as laughable as a young person who hasn't heard of Sola Aoi.

Being able to establish a relationship with such a behemoth in the industry almost made Boss Rong Wei faint from happiness.

For any company or individual, a successful first collaboration means the establishment of a long-term cooperation foundation.

The next time a similar order comes up, they will naturally think of the business partners they have already worked with and had a pleasant experience with.

To secure this order, Rong Wei almost mobilized all his resources, using the best raw materials and the strictest procedures to win this battle that would take them out of the country.

Now...

Because of a mistake by Huaxing Heavy Industry, all the efforts and the tens of millions of yuan worth of chemical raw materials are about to be wasted.

The hope is almost gone.

But this hope is extremely slim.

When Ye Qing's minivan arrived at the entrance of Gangjie Chemical, he originally intended to explain the situation to the security guard, but the brightly lit security booth was empty.

The electric sliding gate was wide open, and looking down the main road, a dozen fire trucks were clearly visible under the streetlights.

Ye Qing drove straight in and parked in front of a row of small cars opposite the fire trucks.

Gangjie Chemical's factory area is vast, with metal pipes as thick as a person's waist lining the roads, large and small reactors, spherical pressure vessels, large cooling towers, and tall chimneys.

Apart from a building that clearly serves as an office, the roofs of the other buildings are mostly filled with various large containers.

The air was permeated with a faint scent, similar to shampoo.

There was no need to look for the accident site; a massive column of steam rising over ten meters into the sky and the loud hissing sound from the artificial lake in front of the office building were unmistakable.

After parking the car, Ye Qing looked around and approached the artificial lake.

Steam was rising from the lake, and dozens of people were gathered around, arguing and trying to calm each other down.

The scene by the lake was already chaotic, with many large bluefish, killed by the steam, floating on the surface. Dozens of Gangjie Chemical employees in work uniforms were using bamboo poles to scoop up the fish.

Ye Qing also noticed two middle-aged men in security uniforms using nets to catch the bluefish that had swum to the shore...

The water in the artificial lake was very clean, and the steam leaking was the same as that commonly found in kitchens, so the workers were naturally confident and bold in their fishing.

Ye Qing approached the group of people who were arguing intensely, and he recognized a few familiar faces.

Of course, these familiar faces recognized him, but he was not recognized by them. Two chemistry professors with gray hair from Zhongyun University, Li Huaxing, the head of Huaxing Heavy Industry, and Rong Wei, the boss of Gangjie Chemical.

The two chemistry professors were both national-level experts.

The two professors were discussing the catalytic issues of the raw materials with several Gangjie Chemical employees in white lab coats and several fire police officers.

It seemed that all possibilities had been confirmed, and a police officer had already notified the fire trucks to prepare to return.

In another group, Rong Wei, the boss of Gangjie Chemical, was red-faced and pointing at Li Huaxing, the head of Huaxing Heavy Industry, with his well-maintained fingers.

This time, they were synthesizing diethanolamine, an extremely expensive chemical raw material with a very complex production process. They never expected to be so badly let down by Huaxing Heavy Industry at the final stage.

"This loss is directly related to your Huaxing Heavy Industry. Now that the steam temperature is insufficient, the raw materials cannot react normally. You must compensate us."

"Boss Rong, I admit it was our mistake, but you can't just demand compensation without considering the facts," said Li Huaxing, dressed in golfing attire, with an innocent look on his face. "Why did you connect the pipeline to the lake? That doesn't conform to the design plan. Now it's broken and can't be welded properly."

"Would our pipeline have broken if you hadn't damaged the main line?" Rong Wei was furious. "There was nothing wrong with the pipeline. It's a double-sealed steel pipe. Even an X-ray wouldn't find any hidden damage. It's filled with fiberglass, and the outer layer is coated with two layers of epoxy resin and polyurethane."

"Then your emergency power outage procedures must be flawed."

Li Huaxing shrugged helplessly. "I will definitely compensate, but I can only do so based on the fines issued by the power department and the industrial park."

"By the way, I've contacted a company that specializes in underwater welding. There are only two in Zhongyun, and they are both on their way."

Ye Qing listened to their conversation and wanted to introduce himself, saying he was the third company they didn't know about, which could also do underwater welding.

The scene was chaotic, and no one knew which department Ye Qing was from, so no one asked him.

Just as he was about to speak, a white Iveco van with its headlights on came crashing through the grass and screeched to a stop beside the group.

The door opened, and several young men jumped out. "We're from Jilong Underwater Infrastructure. Who's the boss here?"

"I—I—I am," Rong Wei said, looking as if he had seen a savior. He pointed to the large artificial lake. "Quickly, the pipeline is down there. The raw materials in my reactors are waiting for this steam to save them. Please weld it for me."

The savior had arrived, and several employees in white lab coats quickly gathered around.

"The temperature in the reactors can't be raised. It's supposed to be 120 degrees, but the thermometer is stuck at 50 degrees. We must stop the steam leak in the center of the lake."

"Are you crazy?" The two men in diving suits almost started swearing. "The fish in the lake are already dead from the heat. How can we go down there? Do you want us to be boiled fish?"

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