Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 653 667 [Dignity]

Siberia, Snow Leopard Oilfield——
The cold wind swishes, and the snowflakes dance.

Song Zhichao, wearing a black windbreaker and wearing mink fur, was smoking a cigarette and staring contemptuously at the four or five hundred oil workers in front of him with no fear on his face.

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

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

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

"Why is he here?"

"It really is a Chinese!"

"What is he doing?"

"Quiet! Please be quiet, everyone!" The drinking Xie Liaosha stood up again, squinting his eyes, looking at Song Zhichao, as if he was watching a funny clown popping up.

"Dear friend, you come here by plane and tell us that you are the owner of this oil field—oh, why? Just because of your Chinese face?" The tone was full of sarcasm.

Seryosha pointed to the workers behind him, and then pointed to the oil field: "This is Siberia, no one knows you, and no one knows you—even that damn Paul doesn't know you. Then, why do you convince us that you are Song Zhichao, the big boss of this oilfield?"

"Yeah, I flew here by plane and said that I am the boss here. What evidence do you have?"

"And I said I was the Tsar!"

"I am Peter the Great."

"I'm Empress Catherine - unfortunately, I'm not a bitch!"

"Hahaha!"

The workers all giggled and laughed.

Faced with doubts from everyone, 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 never been in charge of the oilfield work here. As the person in charge of the oilfield, Paul just knew Song Zhichao's name, I know that he is Chinese, but other than that, I don't know anything--in terms of work, he is directly responsible for General Yukov.

Facing everyone's doubts, Song Zhichao smiled, took a puff of cigarette, and let it out, the smoke was blown away by the cold wind.

Song Zhichao took a cool, one-word step, walking towards the group of oil workers who questioned him step by step.

What is he going to do?
What does he want to do?
Everyone stared at Song Zhichao to see what tricks he was playing.

Song Zhichao approached a tower-like oil worker.

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

Song Zhichao took a step closer to him.

The iron tower worker who was staring at him didn't know why, but 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 flinch.

"Your name is Zhukov, nicknamed Wild Boar... You are a skilled worker in this oil field, mainly responsible for drilling - you have worked here for one year, ten months and 23 days, and your weekly salary is 15000 rubles... You have Two daughters, one is ten years old and the other is 13 years old, they are studying in Novosibirsk Noble Elementary School—in other words, the reason why you can afford such expensive tuition fees is because of your stable job here, isn’t it? ?”

The iron tower worker Zhukov stared at Song Zhichao with a look of horror, and couldn't help taking another step back.

Song Zhichao ignored Zhukov, turned his head to look at another tall and thin oil worker, and said, "If I remember correctly, you are Simon, a worker in charge of pipeline transportation at the oil field, nicknamed Burst, and you are Chelyabin Si, 32 years old, unmarried. Once served three years in prison for drinking and injuring others, after he got out, he changed his name and came here to work as an oil worker... You like to drink most, and more than half of your wages are spent on buying alcohol. Of course, you are also a filial son, because you basically sent all the other money back to your hometown and gave it to your mother in her 60s."

Hearing this, the tall and thin worker Simon was not only horrified, but also frightened. He stared at Song Zhichao with a look of disbelief——except for the elderly in his family, almost no one knew that he had been in prison. It was a secret. , but it was such a secret that was revealed by this mysterious young man who had just met for the first time.

"And you," Song Zhichao looked at another short worker.

The dwarf worker took a step back, afraid to look into Song Zhichao's gaze --- he felt that his gaze was as sharp as a knife, able to cut open your body, your head, and see everything.

"Your name is Wells, you are from Yekaterinburg, and your nickname is Mad Dog. Did you just say that you are not that bitch Ekaterina?"

The short worker Wells also took a step back, staring at Song Zhichao in horror.

Song Zhichao continued: "The reason why you are called a mad dog is because you like to fight and make trouble, so you were driven away and came here to make a living."

"You don't like the cold weather here, but you like the lucrative wages here, you are often lazy, and you like to gather with your co-workers to gamble, and every time you lose a bet, you will go crazy like a mad dog, so few people want to be with you Gambling."

Everyone around was shocked, looking at Song Zhichao with an expression of disbelief—how did he know this?

Could it be that he had read the profiles of these three people in advance?
Xie Liaosha, the leader who fanned the flames, also thought of this. Just as he was about to speak out and expose Song Zhichao, Song Zhichao pointed at the oil workers and called out their names one by one.

"Bekissky!"

"Ivanov!"

"Wei Li'an!"

"Gavage!"

Song Zhichao spoke loudly, pointing out one thing and saying one thing, and even said hundreds of things in one breath.

This time, the audience was silent.

Everyone was shocked by Song Zhichao's amazing move.

They stared at Song Zhichao with wide eyes.

You know, the 500 of them work together, they usually talk, beat and talk, and they look very familiar, but let them name so many people in one breath, let alone themselves, even the foreman Xie Liaosha can do it.

Even if Xie Liaosha could call out the names of these people like Song Zhichao, he couldn't know everyone's personal experience and resume like Song Zhichao.

Looking at the four or five hundred oil workers who were stunned like clay puppets, Song Zhichao flicked the cigarette in his hand that had already burnt to the filter, and the cigarette butt drew an arc and landed on the snow in the wind.

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

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

Siberia has always been a place of extreme cold, a place where prisoners and death row prisoners are exiled.Anyone who came here to work or mine oil was either attracted by the high wages here, or had committed a crime in a big city and had to come here to avoid the limelight.

People like them basically have no self-respect and dignity at all. As long as whoever pays more money, they will help whoever does things and work for whomever——for a long time, even they themselves have almost forgotten that they also have names. Also a person.

But now, this boss who has never met, this hateful Chinese in their mouths, calls out their names one by one, and tells their stories like a treasure-tell them, you are also human, if you help me work, I will Remember you, this is the minimum etiquette!
For a while, a very strange emotion quietly spread among these oil workers, and it became more and more intense.

(End of this chapter)