Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 652 666 [People's Anger]

siberia -
Although spring has returned to the earth in many parts of the world and all things have recovered, this place is still covered with ice and snow for thousands of miles.

"Siberia" means "a place of tranquility". The name comes from the Mongolian word "Xipor". In ancient times, Siberia was a muddy place. The Mongolian ancestors who lived here named this place based on the terrain. When the Russians When you come here, transliterate this as "Siberia".

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

At this time, in the Snow Leopard Oilfield, there was no sound of roaring machines, nor was there any scene of oil workers working in full swing.Some are just covered with snow, lonely drilling machines, and deserted mining sites.

In the huge shed——
The lights were on, and under the lights were black and full of human heads. About 500 people gathered together. Everyone was wearing thick oil production work clothes and yellow helmets for safety protection. Some were sitting, some were standing, and some were standing. Squatting, different postures.Everyone's faces are basically dirty, and they are staring at the front with wide eyes at the moment——
The person in charge of the oil field, Paul with a haggard look, was standing in front, loudly lobbying the workers who announced the general strike.

"God, do you have the heart to let the drilling machine sit idle like this?"

"You are workers, not politicians, and you must not be used by those who want to!"

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

"I know that someone is instigating you behind your back and asking your superstars to go on strike. This will give you a lot of benefits, but have you ever thought about who gave you the opportunity to work? And who paid you on time every week? "

"Compared to other oil fields, the boss of this oil field is definitely a conscientious boss. He will give you benefits every year and holidays—even if something happens to your family, he will take the initiative to give you compensation and comfort."

"To be a human being, we must compare our hearts with our hearts—we can't break our conscience just because of a small profit!"

Before Paul, the person in charge of the oil field, could finish speaking, a voice sneered, "Conscience? How much is a conscience worth?"

Pavel looked, but saw that the person who had spoken was Seryosha, the gang's foreman.

Xie Liaosha was in his thirties, with reddish-brown hair like a woodpecker. He was capable and capable. He was also a representative of this group of workers.

At this moment, Xie Liaosha leaned against the corner of the wall, reached out his hand and took out a metal wine bottle from his arms, twisted off the screw cap, raised his neck, and took a big gulp, his bloodshot eyes became even crazier , He stared at Paul, the person in charge, and sneered: "Are you like this, dear Mr. Paul, to be the dog's leg of that Chinese, and to exchange our Siberian oil for his favor for you?"

"Seryozha, what do you mean?" Pavel asked, pointing to him.

"What do you mean, you know best." Seryozha patted his buttocks, stood up from the corner, swayed his body, and walked towards Pavel.

Paul stared at him.

Seryozha came up to him, stopped, took another sip of strong drink, and then grinned and said: "Why, do you really want me to tell you everything? Well, then, let everyone understand you. What kind of a man is Paul?"

Xie Liaosha turned his head, pointed at Paul and said to everyone: "The dog leg of the big Chinese boss in front of you is also the person in charge of our oil field. Withholding one hundred rubles, saying that this is an aid fund, when one of your family has something to do and encounters difficulties, you can use this money to help out——but is this really the case? As far as I know, once our dear After getting drunk, Mr. Paul accidentally revealed the truth, saying that he put all the money in his own pocket, and that the bullshit aid fund is all a scam!"

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

"God, is this true?"

"Damn it, he stole our money!"

"He's a dog!"

"He's a liar!"

"It's a beast! Scoundrel!"

"Hang him!"

"Yes, hang him!"

Those workers are crazy.

Paul didn't expect that Seryosha would expose himself in front of so many people in this kind of place—no wonder this damn guy invited him to drink frequently, so it was to catch him.

Seeing that everyone was going crazy and might tear him apart, Paul called out loudly: "Be quiet, everyone please be quiet!"

Next to him, eight oilfield security guards armed with Russian guns were guarding him, and they slowly moved towards the outside of the shed.

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

The workers didn't listen to what Paul was saying at all, and everyone was not afraid of the security guards with guns. Facing the black hole of the gun, they kept moving forward, trying to catch Paul.

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

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

"Everyone, go up and catch this bastard—they dare not shoot! Yes, they absolutely dare not!" Xie Liaosha fanned the flames from behind.

Bang bang bang!
Eight security guards fired bullets into the ground, stirring up patches of snow.

The whistling sound of bullets made those angry workers temporarily stop in their tracks. After all, they were all human beings, and they were all afraid of death.

"Damn it, you bastard lied to us!"

"We will never believe your lies again!"

The first two rough-looking oil workers shouted curses at Paul.

Seeing that Paul was constantly forced to retreat, the eight security guards were almost overwhelmed in the face of hundreds of people—even though they had guns in their hands.

"Guys, they dare not shoot, yes! Go up, grab that bastard, grab that bastard! Victory belongs to us!" Seryozha yelled, laughing, pouring alcohol from behind.

Sure enough, his voice completely aroused the courage of others——
"Come on, they dare not shoot!"

"Catch Paul!"

"Hang him!"

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

"Go on!"

"Come on!"

Four to five hundred people approached step by step.

Paul and his gang were forced to the drilling site, looking behind and around - there was no way out.

How to do?
They're really coming up.

shoot?If a shot is fired, it will immediately cause riots, and it will be more difficult to end at that time, and even his own life will be lost here——Paul is very anxious.

……

Just at this critical moment——
Boom boom boom!
A black helicopter flew from a distance, like a huge night bird, hovering over the crowd.

The huge airflow lifted the snow on the ground—the snow flew wildly, and the wind was like a knife.

The workers who had gathered together dispersed in an instant to avoid the helicopter that was slowly descending from the sky.

The propellers rotated at high speed, and the strong wind made people's cheeks hurt.

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

The dispersed workers slowly gathered together, looking curiously at the helicopter and the uninvited guests inside.

With a bang, the plane's door opened.

A man in a black windbreaker and mink fur came down from above.

In the night, the man stood on the snowy ground, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lit a cigarette with his hands together. Then he glanced at the Siberian workers around him slowly, and then he said, "Hi everyone, my name is Song Zhichao—it's you guys." Boss!"

He glanced at the drilling and oil production machinery again, pointed at these things with a finger between cigarettes, and added: "This oil field belongs to me!"

(End of this chapter)