Siberia, Snow Leopard Oil Field---

The cold wind is swishing and the snow is fluttering.

Song Zhichao, who was wearing a black windbreaker and a mink fur, smoked a cigarette and stared contemptuously at the four or five hundred oil workers in front of him, his face fearless.

"Oh God, boss, you are my dear boss!" Paul, the person in charge who was almost scared by the workers just now, also recognized Song Zhichao and exclaimed loudly.

The other workers stared at Song Zhichao and couldn't help but talk.

"Is he really the owner of this oil field?"

"Why is he here?"

"Sure enough, it's a Chinese!"

"What is he here for?"

"Quiet, please be quiet!" Xie Liaosha, who was pouring wine, stood up again, squinting his eyes and looking at Song Zhichao, as if he was watching a funny clown who came out of nowhere.

"My dear friend, you come by plane and tell us that you are the owner of this oil field--- oh, why? is it just your Chinese face?"

Xie Liaosha pointed to the workers behind him, and then to the oil field: "This is Siberia, no one knows you, no one knows you--- even that damn Paul doesn't know you." So, why do you make us believe that you are Song Zhichao, and you are the big boss of this oil field?"

"Yes, you flew over and said that you were the boss here, what evidence do you have?"

"I also say I'm a czar!"

"I am Peter the Great. ”

"I'm Empress Catherine--- it's a pity I'm not a!"

"Hahaha!"

The workers were all giggling and laughing.

In the face of everyone's doubts, including that Paul, he couldn't help but look at Song Zhichao a few more times, and he was not sure, because Song Zhichao had not presided over the work of the oil field here, as the person in charge of the oil field, Paul only knew Song Zhichao's name and knew that he was Chinese, and other than that, he didn't know anything--- in terms of work, he was directly responsible for General York.

Facing everyone's doubts, Song Zhichao smiled, took a puff of cigarette, spit it out, and the smoke blew away with the cold wind.

Song Zhichao took a very cool, very dragging "word step", step by step towards the group of oil workers who questioned him.

What is he going to do?

What does he want to do?

Everyone stared at Song Zhichao to see what tricks he played.

Song Zhichao approached an iron tower-like oil worker.

The worker had curly hair, a beard, and a pair of pig eyes staring at Song Zhichao--- who was the loudest laughing at Song Zhichao just now.

Song Zhichao took a step closer to him.

The tower worker who was originally staring at him didn't know why, but he couldn't help but take a step back---Yes, it was Song Zhichao's eyes, which were so sharp, like a blade, that he couldn't help but retreat.

"Your name is Zhukov, and your nickname is Wild Boar...... You are a skilled worker in this oil field, mainly responsible for drilling--- you have worked here for a year, ten months and twenty-three days, and your weekly salary is 15,000 rubles...... You have two daughters, one aged ten and the other thirteen, who attend an aristocratic elementary school in Novosibirsk---- in other words, you can afford such expensive tuition because of your stable job here, isn't it?"

Zhukov, the tower worker, looked frightened, stared at Song Zhichao in surprise, and couldn't help but take another step back.

Song Zhichao no longer paid attention to this Zhukov, but turned his head to look at another thin and tall oil worker, and said: "If I remember correctly, you are Simon, a worker in charge of pipeline transportation in the oil field, nicknamed Burst Pipe, you are Chelyabins, thirty-two years old, unmarried. He once spent three years in prison for injuring people due to alcoholism, and after he came out, he changed his name and surname to work as an oil worker here...... You like to drink the most, and most of your salary is spent on buying alcohol, and of course, you are also a filial son, because you basically send all the other money back to your hometown and give it to your mother in her sixties. ”

Simon, a tall and thin worker, was not only shocked when he heard this, he was simply frightened, and looked at Song Zhichao with wide eyes, looking incredulous--- he had been in prison, except for the old man in the family, almost no one knew about it, this is a secret, but it is such a secret, but at this moment, it was told by this mysterious, young man who had just met for the first time.

"And you," Song Zhichao looked at a dwarf worker again.

The dwarf worker took a step back directly, and he didn't dare to look at Song Zhichao's gaze--- only felt that his gaze was as sharp as a knife, which could cut through your body, your head, and gain insight into everything.

"Your name is Wells, you are a native of Ekaterinburg, and your nickname is Mad Dog, did you just say that you are not Catherine's girl?"

Wells, the short worker, also took a step back and stared at Song Zhichao in horror.

Song Zhichao continued: "The reason why you are called a mad dog is because you like to fight and fight, and you like to do nothing, so you were driven away and came here for a living. ”

"You don't like the cold weather here, but you like the good wages here, you are often lazy, and you like to get together with your co-workers to gamble, and every time you lose a bet, you go crazy like a mad dog, so few people are willing to gamble with you. ”

The other people around were all shocked, looking at Song Zhichao with a look of disbelief--- how did he know this?

Could it be that he had read the information of these three people in advance?

Xie Liaosha, the leader who fanned the flames, also thought of this, and just as he was about to speak out loudly and expose Song Zhichao, Song Zhichao stretched out his hand and pointed at the oil workers and called out their names one by one.

"Vieksky!"

"Ivanov!"

"Willion!"

"Gavage!"

Song Zhichao's voice was very loud, pointing out that he said one by one, and said hundreds of them in one breath.

This time, the audience fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by Song Zhichao's amazing move.

stared wide-eyed and collectively stared at Song Zhichao.

You must know that these four or five hundred of them work together, they usually talk and chatter, and they look familiar, but let them say the names of so many people in one breath, not to mention themselves, even the foreman Xie Liaosha may not be able to do it.

Even if Xie Liaosha can call these people by name like Song Zhichao, he can't be like Song Zhichao, who treasures everyone's personal experience and resume.

Looking at the four or five hundred stunned oil workers like mud puppets, Song Zhichao flew the cigarette that had already burned to the filter in his hand, and the cigarette butt crossed an arc and fell on the snow in the wind.

"You must be very curious, how do I know you, how do I know your name, know the details of each of you, the reason is very simple, I am your boss, you are my employees--- as a boss, knowing every subordinate, knowing every employee is the most basic etiquette...... You work for me, you work hard for me, how can I not remember your name, how can I not remember your appearance?"

At this moment, all the oil workers at the scene were silent.

Siberia has always been a bitter cold region, a place of exile and death row inmates. Those who come here to work and extract oil here are either attracted by the high wages here, or they have committed a crime in a big city and have to come here to avoid the limelight.

People like them basically have no self-esteem and dignity at all, as long as whoever gives more money, they will help whoever they do, who they help--- and all the time, even they almost forget that they have a name and they are also a person.

But now, this boss, who has never met, this hateful Chinese in their mouths, called out their names one by one, and told them their stories--- you are also human, you help me work, I have to remember you, this is the minimum etiquette!

For a time, a very strange mood crept through the oil workers, and it became more and more intense.