Next, the grinding machine equipped with the diamond resin wheel began to polish around the circle, adding a different brightness with the flying sparks in the dark underground cave, until both circles on the pipe wall were ground to a thickness of 1.5mm.
At this point, the engineer was drenched in sweat, but he still dared not remove his helmet to wipe it, fearing being recognized.
It was only after two large valves were installed that he paused.
Paul, who had been holding his breath watching, noticed the engineer stopped and curiously asked,
"Is this the end? What was the purpose of having me receive those five truckloads of water?"
The engineer glanced at him, and even through the helmet, Paul could sense disdain and contempt in the other's eyes, which made him somewhat angry.
What a bunch of corporate dogs trying to act smart?
If it weren't for the money, Paul would've killed all three of them right now, dismembered them, and hung their bodies on the camp's flagpole.
