Siberia—

Although many parts of the world have returned to the earth and everything has revived, it is still covered with ice and snow.

"Siberia" means "a quiet place", and its name comes from the Mongolian word "Sipol". In ancient times, Siberia was a muddy place. The Mongolian ancestors who lived here named this place with the terrain. When the Russians came, they transliterated it as "Siberia".

As a rich piece of land, there are many large oil fields in Siberia that are being mined and waiting to be excavated. Among them, the "Snow Leopard" oil field under Song Zhichao's name is one of them.

At this time, there was no sound of the roar of machines in the Snow Leopard Oilfield, nor was there a work scene of oil workers busy working. Some were just covered with snow, lonely drilling machines, and deserted mining sites.

The huge public awning—

The lights were on, and the darkness was covered with people under the lights. About four or five hundred people gathered together. Everyone was wearing thick oil-making work clothes and yellow safety helmets that protected safety. Some were sitting, some standing, and some squatting in different postures. Everyone's faces were basically dirty, and they were staring at the front of them with wide eyes.

The head of the oil field, Paul, with a haggard expression, stood in front and was loudly lobbying the workers who announced the general strike.

"God, do you have the heart to let the drilling machine be idle?"

"You are workers, not politicians, and you must not be used by those with ulterior motives!"

"As oil workers, your only duty is to mine oil and dig out the gifts God has given us from the ground!"

"I know, someone is behind the scenes of inciting you to strike a superstar. This will give you a lot of benefits, but have you ever thought about who gave you a chance to work? Who paid you a salary on time every week?"

"Compared with other oil fields, the boss of this oil field is definitely a conscientious boss. He will give you benefits during festivals and festivals - even if something happens in your family, he will take the initiative to compensate and comfort you."

"We must put our heart in our hearts in life - we cannot ruin our conscience because of a little profit!"

Before Paul, the head of the oil field, finished speaking, a voice sneered: "Conscience? How much does conscience cost?"

Paul looked at it, but saw that the man was Xie Liaosha, the foreman of these people.

Xie Liaosha is in his thirties and has red-brown hair like a woodpecker. He is very capable and is also a representative of these workers.

At this time, Xie Liaosha leaned against the corner of the wall, reached out to take out a metal wine bottle from his arms, twisted the screw wine cap, raised his neck, and took a big mouthful. His eyes, which were originally covered in blood, became even more crazy. He stared at Paul, the person in charge, and sneered: "Are you like you? Dear Mr. Paul, be a dog-legged for that Chinese man, and use our Siberian oil to exchange for his love for you?"

"Xie Liaosha, what do you mean?" Paul asked at him.

"You know what it means best." Xie Liaosha patted his butt, stood up from the corner, swayed his body, and walked towards Paul.

Paul stared at him.

Xie Liaosha walked up to him, stopped, took another sip of the strong wine, and then grinned and said, "What, do you really want me to say everything? Well, let everyone understand what kind of person you Paul is."

Xie Liaosha turned around and pointed at Paul and said to everyone, "The big Chinese boss in front of you is also the person in charge of our oil field. Every month, no, every week, he will deduct 100 rubles from your salary, saying that this is an aid fund. Whenever you have something to do and encounter difficulties, use the money to help - but is it true? As far as I know, once, our dear Mr. Paul accidentally revealed the truth after getting drunk, saying that all the money was put into his pocket. As for the shit aid fund, it is a scam!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone below immediately changed their faces.

"God, is this true?"

"Damn it, he stole our money!"

"He's a terrible person!"

"He is a lie!"

"It's a beast! villain!"

"Hang him!"

"Yes, hang him!"

The workers went crazy.

Paul didn't expect Xie Liaosha to reveal his true feelings in front of so many people in this place - no wonder this damn guy frequently invited him to drink before, it turned out to be to catch his own.

Seeing that everyone was crazy, they might tear themselves to eat, Paul shouted: "Just be quiet, please be quiet!"

Next to him, eight oil field security guards holding Russian guns protected him and slowly moved outside the shed.

"This is a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding! I didn't get a penny of the money, and finally paid it all - please believe me!"

The workers didn't listen to what Paul was saying at all, and everyone was not afraid of the security guards holding guns. They kept moving forward in the face of the black muzzle, trying to catch Paul.

"Don't come over again, I'll have someone shoot!"

"Stop, don't move anymore!" Paul warned.

"Everyone rushed forward and caught this bastard-they dared not shoot! Yes, absolutely not!" Xie Liaosha was fanning the flames behind him.

Bang bang bang bang!

Eight security guards shot bullets on the ground, stirring up snow.

The sound of the borehole whistling sound of the bullets temporarily stopped the angry workers. After all, they were all humans and were afraid of death.

"Damn it, you bastard cheated on us!"

"We will never believe your lies again!"

The two crude oil workers in the row shouted at Paul.

Seeing that Paul was constantly forced to retreat, the eight security guards were almost unable to withstand the hundreds of people - although they had guns in their hands.

"Guys, they dare not shoot, yes! Rush up, grab that bastard, catch that dog thing! Victory belongs to us!" Xie Liaosha filled the wine behind him and shouted with a laugh.

Sure enough, his voice completely aroused the courage of others-

"Go on, they dare not shoot!"

"Catch Paul!"

"Hang him!"

"Catch this bastard, he can't escape!"

"Go!"

"Run!"

Four or five hundred people approached step by step.

Paul and his group were forced to drill, looking behind and around him - there was no way out.

what to do?

They are really going to rush up.

Do you shoot? If you shoot, it will immediately cause riots, and it will be even more difficult to end, and even your life will be lost here - Paul is anxious.

...

At this critical moment—

Boom boom boom boom!

A black helicopter flew from a distance, like a huge night bird, hovering above everyone.

The huge airflow stirred up snow on the ground - snow flew around, and the strong wind was like a knife.

The workers who were originally gathered together instantly dispersed to avoid the helicopter that was slowly landing from the air.

The propeller rotates at high speed, and the strong wind makes people feel pain in their cheeks.

In the sky full of snow, the black helicopter finally landed on the snow.

The dispersed workers slowly gathered over again and looked at the helicopter and the uninvited guests in the helicopter.

With a bang, the door of the plane opened.

A man in a black windbreaker and surrounded by minks came down from above.

In the night, the man stood on the snow, took out a lighter from his arms, gathered his hands to light a cigarette, and then slowly glanced at the Siberian workers around him, and then he said, "Hello everyone, my name is Song Zhichao - it's your boss!"
Chapter completed!