Siberia---

Although many parts of the world have returned to the earth in spring and everything has recovered, it is still snowy and snowy.

"Siberia" means "quiet place", the name is derived from the Mongolian word "Sibol", Siberia was a muddy place in ancient times, and the Mongolian ancestors who lived here named this place based on the terrain, and when the Russians came, they transliterated this as "Siberia".

As a fertile land, Siberia has many large oil fields that are being exploited and waiting to be discovered. Among them, the "Snow Leopard" oilfield under Song Zhichao's name is one of them.

At this time, in the snow leopard oil field, there was no roaring sound of machines, and there was no scene of oil workers working in full swing. Some are just covered in snow, lonely drilling machines, and deserted mining sites.

Inside a huge loft ---

About four or five hundred people gathered together, all wearing thick oil production overalls and yellow hard hats to protect safety, some sitting, some standing, and some squatting, in different postures. Everyone's faces are basically dirty, and they are staring ahead with wide eyes at the moment---

The head of the oil field, a haggard-looking Paul, stood in front and was loudly lobbying the workers who had declared a general strike.

"God, can you bear to let the rig sit idle?"

"You are workers, not politicians, and you must not be taken advantage of by people with intentions!"

"As oil workers, your only duty is to extract oil and extract God's gift from the ground!"

"I know that someone is inciting you behind your back, and it will give you a lot of benefits to make you superstars go on strike, but have you ever thought about who gave you the opportunity to work in the first place, and who paid you on time every week?"

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

"To be a man, we must compare our hearts with our hearts--- we can't break our conscience because of a little profit!"

Before Baoer, the person in charge of the oil field, finished speaking, a voice sneered: "Conscience?

Paul looked, but saw that the person who spoke was Xie Liaosha, the foreman of the gang.

Xie Liaosha is in his thirties, with reddish-brown hair like a woodpecker, and is a strong and capable man, and he is also a representative of this group of workers.

At this time, Xie Liaosha leaned against the corner, reached out and took out a metal wine bottle from his arms, twisted the screw wine cap, raised his neck, and poured a big sip fiercely, his originally bloodshot eyes became even more crazy, he stared at the person in charge, Paul, and sneered: "Like you, dear Mr. Paul, make dog legs for that Chinese, and exchange our Siberian oil for his favor to you?"

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

"What you mean, you know best. Xie Liaosha patted his buttocks, got up from the corner, swayed his body, and walked towards Paul.

Paul stared at him.

Xie Liaosha walked in front of him, stopped, poured another sip of spirits, and then bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Why, do you really want me to tell everything? ”

Xie Liaosha turned his head, pointed at Bao Erchong and said: "The dog leg of the big Chinese boss in front of you, who is also the person in charge of our oil field, has to deduct a hundred rubles from your salary every month, oh no, every week, and says what kind of aid fund is this, when any of you have something to do and encounter difficulties, you will use this money to help--- but is this really the case?" As far as I know, once our dear Mr. Paul, when he was drunk, accidentally confided the truth that he had put all the money in his pocket, and that it was all a scam!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people below immediately changed.

"God, is this true?"

"Damn, he stole our money!"

"He's a dogleg!"

"He's a liar!"

"It's a brute!

"Hang him!"

"Yes, hang him!"

Those workers went crazy.

Paul didn't expect this Xie Liaosha to expose his old background in front of so many people in this kind of place--- no wonder this damn guy frequently invited him to drink, it turned out to be to catch his own handle.

Seeing that everyone was crazy and was afraid that they would tear themselves apart, Paul appealed loudly: "Be quiet, please be quiet!"

Nearby, eight oilfield security guards armed with Russian-style firearms escorted him and slowly moved towards the outside of the shed.

"This is a misunderstanding, a big misunderstanding! I didn't take a cent of that money, and in the end I paid it all--- please believe me!"

The workers didn't listen to what Paul was saying, and they weren't afraid of the gun-wielding security guards, who kept moving forward in the face of the black hole, trying to catch Paul.

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

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

"Everyone, rush up and catch this bastard--- they won't dare shoot! Yes, they will never dare!" Xie Liaosha fanned the flames in the back.

Bang bang bang!

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

The sound of the bullet roaring made the angry workers stop for a moment, after all, they are all human beings and they are all afraid of death.

"Damn, you bastard deceived us!"

"We'll never believe your lies again!"

The two rugged-looking oil workers at the front of the line shouted at Paul.

Seeing that Paul was constantly being forced to retreat, the eight security guards were also a little overwhelmed in the face of hundreds of people--- although they had guns in their hands.

"Guys, they don't dare shoot, yes! Rush up, grab that bastard, grab that dog thing! Victory is ours!" Xie Liaosha shouted with a big laugh as he poured liquor from behind.

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

"Come on, they don't dare shoot!"

"Catch Paul!"

"Hang him!"

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

"Go!"

"Rush!"

Four or five hundred people, approaching step by step.

Paul's gang was forced to the drilling site to see that there was no way back behind them and around ---.

What to do?

They're really going to rush up.

If you shoot, it will immediately cause a riot, and it will be even more difficult to end at that time, and even your own life will be lost here--- Paul is anxious.

……

At this critical moment---

Boom Boom!

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

Huge air currents kicked up the snow on the ground--- snow flew wildly, and the wind was like a knife.

The workers who had been gathered together suddenly dispersed to avoid the helicopter that was slowly descending from the sky.

The propellers spun at high speed, and the wind blew on people's cheeks.

In the snow, the black helicopter finally stopped on the snow.

The scattered workers slowly gathered again, looking curiously at the helicopter and the uninvited guests in the helicopter.

With a bang, the door of the plane opened.

A man in a black trench coat with a mink skin around him descended from above.

In the night, the man stood on the snow, took out the lighter from his arms, put his hands together and lit a cigarette, and then slowly glanced at the Siberian workers around him, and then he said: "Hello everyone, my name is Song Zhichao--- I am your boss!"

Glancing at the drilling well and the oil production machinery again, he pointed at these things with his cigarette in his hand, and added: "This oil field is mine!"