"It kind of does, but also kind of doesn't. We'll only start making a profit after the next two wells begin producing oil in earnest; otherwise, we're barely breaking even."
In fact, just one well could make quite a profit, far exceeding the costs.
But Song Yitang felt that she couldn't just reveal the well's worth without the consent of Uncle Zhao and the others.
Even though she trusted Li Linghua, it was still not acceptable.
"That's also good, at least it's not a loss, that's really great!" Li Linghua was sincerely happy for Song Yitang.
"You should go take a shower and get ready for bed, you've been tired all day."
There was a smell of alcohol on her, which was uncomfortable to smell, but Li Linghua had thoughtfully heated some water for her to bathe.
The next day, the direction of the wind changed completely.
