Siberia, Snow Leopard Oil Field---

As the instigator of this strike, Xie Liaosha, who originally thought that he had grasped the general situation, felt that something was wrong.

Xie Liaosha felt that he had underestimated this Chinese, yes, underestimated him--- he didn't expect that this boss named Song Zhichao would dare to come here alone, and in a few words, he would stir up the emotions of these fools.

This damned Chinese is more of a demagogue than himself.

Xie Liaosha's eyes showed a trace of hatred, and a trace of jealousy, so he was ready and ready to continue his incitement work--- yes, his killer weapon has not been taken out yet, if it is taken out, hehe---!

Xie Liao smiled on the sofa.

What is a killer feature? Of course, it is the national pride of the Russian people! As long as we emphasize that Song Zhichao is a foreigner and a thief who has stolen Russian resources, we can successfully stir up everyone's emotions and put him to death.

Nationalism is a tried-and-true panacea for inciting emotions, regardless of the country.

Thinking of this, Xie Liaosha was about to make a move, he opened his mouth and was about to start inciting, but at this moment, Song Zhichao suddenly looked at him, his eyes were like lightning.

Being stared at by Song Zhichao so fiercely, Xie Liaosha was a little stunned, and before he could figure out what Song Zhichao was going to do, he saw Song Zhichao walking towards him with a smile, and said, "Your name is Xie Liaosha, right?

Xie Liaosha: "......"

Without waiting for him to speak, Song Zhichao continued: "Your hometown is in St. Petersburg, you have been married for three years, and you have a beautiful wife named Eliza......"

Xie Liaosha: "......"

Not again!

He felt a little bad, especially looking at Song Zhichao's smiling eyes, he felt that the other party was a silver fox haunting Siberia--- it was too weird and too cunning.

Song Zhichao stared at Xie Liaosha and continued: "Before you came to work in the oil field, you should have been in the army--- well, your superior's superior is General Alah. Of course, for General Arach, you are just a small minion in his troops, but who would have thought that one day this little minion will also be reused. ”

"What do you say, I don't understand. Xie Liaosha hurriedly looked for an opportunity to refute, and he must not sit still.

Song Zhichao smiled: "Don't you understand? Do you need me to help you tell all your secrets? You are just a lackey of Alah, he let his subordinates buy you in order to annex this oil field--- to be precise, he spent 5 million rubles, right?"

Unexpectedly, Song Zhichao even said the specific figures, and Xie Liaosha was shocked.

"Your task is very simple, to stir up the emotions of the workers, to rebel against me, the boss behind the scenes, and if possible, to trample me to the ground and crush me!"

Xie Liaosha: "......"

looked at Song Zhichao in horror--- the other party had already seen through his psychology, it was terrible.

"It's a pity that you miscalculated a place--- Song Zhichao pointed at Xie Liaosha's nose: "Before you stepped on me, you were already mud!"

Xie Liaosha: "......"

Before he could figure out what Song Zhichao meant by this, he saw Song Zhichao suddenly grab his hair, his knees went up, and with a bang, his knees hit his face.

Suddenly, Xie Liaosha felt that his whole face was about to crack, and his mouth, nose and eyes were hot and painful!

Immediately, he leaned back, popped, and fell to the snow.

Before he could open his mouth to moan and call for help, Song Zhichao screamed and kicked him in the head again.

Xie Liaosha curled up in pain, blood spurting from his mouth and nose.

It's bloody, it's cruel.

The people around were all frightened by Song Zhichao's sudden "murderous" methods--- looked at Song Zhichao in horror: How could the gentle and laughing young man just now suddenly turn into a beast?

When the cold wind blew, four or five hundred oil workers couldn't help but shiver collectively.

......

Seeing Xie Liaosha lying on the ground without moving, Song Zhichao bent down, picked up the metal wine jug that Xie Liaosha was holding before, took a look, and poured the wine inside straight on Xie Liaosha's face.

Xie Liaosha, who was originally kicked and knocked out by Song Zhichao, opened his eyes with difficulty--- he never thought that a person with status and status like Song Zhichao would play cards without following the rules, and even beat himself personally, but the hateful thing is that he didn't even have a chance to resist, so he fell.

It's too weak, it's as weak as a chicken.

Xie Liaosha was about to cry--- you must know that if you want to work as a foreman in a barren and barbaric place like Siberia, in addition to having the means, you must also be able to fight and subdue everyone.

Xie Liaosha is very capable of fighting, often fighting three at a time, and legend has it that he fought with a bear when he was drunk.

But he is such a powerful character, and he was directly KO by Song Zhichao--- which is too embarrassing!

And Song Zhichao also relied on this ruthless method to conquer these Russians who bullied the soft and feared the hard.

Song Zhichao threw away the metal wine bottle in his hand, clapped his hands, and glanced at everyone, at this time, everyone looked at him obediently.

Song Zhichao is very satisfied with this effect, both soft and hard, bodhisattva heart, thunderbolt means, this is the best way to deal with things.

Hooking his fingers, Song Zhichao said to the person in charge, Paul: "Come here." ”

The person in charge, Baoer, was frightened, and when he saw Song Zhichao calling himself, he hurriedly rushed over.

Song Zhichao didn't say a word, he slapped the ground, and hit Paulti in a circle.

Bang Bang Bang!

A series of slaps.

Burning!

Paul's beaten teeth were all gone, and Song Zhichao was heard asking him: "Where is the workers' aid fund?"

The people around were shocked by Song Zhichao's sudden means again--- just finished repairing the opposition Xie Liaosha, and this is taking the Conservative Party Baoer again, this big boss politics is really slippery!

In fact, most of these Russian workers are well-limbed and simple-minded. For them, in this cold Siberian land, only two things are needed, the first is wine, and the second is women.

Spirits in the throat, not to mention that this is Siberia, even if it is the Arctic, there is no fear.

Beauty in her arms, herself is a fucking president, prime minister, Russian tsar, Peter the Great.

In their fucking lives, they live for these two things--- and these things have to be bought with money, so making money has become their biggest goal.

Being an oil worker makes the most money, and it is the easiest, they will not give up easily at all, and as for the strike, it was all instigated by Xie Liaosha that as long as they are willing to strike, their wages will increase a lot.

It's all about the money.

Now, this damn Paul swallowed their aid fund, even if Song Zhichao didn't clean him up on the spot, Paul wouldn't be able to run away afterwards.

And Song Zhichao took the initiative to take action, and once again poked the hearts of these oil workers--- this is a good boss who thinks about the workers wholeheartedly!

In short, the worse Paul is beaten, the happier they are.

Song Zhichao's status in their minds has become more and more lofty.