super energy power

The central city of West Siberia is Tyumen, Tyumen.It is also called their "oil capital" by the Russians. Just like Daqing City, Tyumen City established on the plain is neat, clean, and rich. It has a wide variety of industrial companies, as well as more than a dozen universities and research institutes.

Tyumen also guards Russia's traffic artery, where the Trans-Siberian Railway and strategic highways connecting the interior and exterior all meet.

The disintegration of the Soviet Union does not seem to have affected this city in the Far East. Residents still go about their normal routines, go to work, and go to school...

Tyumen railway station is also operating as usual.They transport thousands of passengers every day, as well as thousands of tons of supplies, and are the largest handling organization in West Siberia.This scale may not be comparable to the size of a county in China, but considering that Tyumen City has only one-tenth of the population of an ordinary county in China, it can explain the high proportion of people coming and going.

"woohoo!"

The long whistle of the train sounded, and two maintenance workers came out of the duty room on the platform and walked slowly towards the track.The trains have to be inspected after running for hundreds of kilometers. At the same time, they also have to do water supply work to ensure that the trains have sufficient water.At the beginning of the operation of the Trans-Siberian Railway, it was carried out in the form of luxury travel. With the advent of the Soviet era, the former luxury carriages have all become special trains for privileged people, but a series of standards for train operation are still left behind.

"Gavri, go get the water pipe." The captain shouted loudly.

"Understood. Is it a truck? How many trucks has this been in today? It's a little over the number."

"Maybe it's the supplies to Moscow again, it's getting poor. We're all asking China for aid, can you imagine? Russian Federation, huh..."

"Captain, be careful what you say."

"What are you afraid of? Don't they talk about democracy? That's what I'm talking about." Although the captain said this, he still didn't continue talking.Within the Soviet Republic, the farther a Russian city was from Moscow, the greater the loyalty to the Soviet Union.Siberia is a typical example.When the news of the disintegration of the Soviet Union came, there was a lot of crying in the train station.The captain also cursed the Muscovites more than once, cursing their behavior of abandoning the country for money.

Ironically.Since Siberia provided more than [-]% of the Soviet Union's grain, the city of Tyumen was well-stocked, and government and commercial institutions continued to operate.People here seldom go hungry, but Muscovites who are pursuing the future and happiness are starving to death.

"Zila"

Sparks splashed from the wheels of the long-distance train, and it took hundreds of meters to stop.

The two inspectors went over without haste, holding a wrench and knocking against the wheel.Advanced things like flaw detectors are not equipment that the Soviets like.

On the other side opposite them, two inspectors also jumped off the platform, working carelessly.Whether it's the Soviet Union or Russia, that's what they've done for decades.Unlike the European part of the Soviet Union, Siberia has a very small population.It is equivalent to the area of ​​France, and the population is not as large as that of Paris.The problem of employment is not a problem in Siberia, almost everyone can find a job, and the way of life is completely different from Moscow.

It took about ten minutes before they filled the train with water.They patted the carriage and went back to their rooms to rest.

"I'm so tired today." Gavri carefully placed his heavy body on the recliner, facing the sun, and prepared to have a good night's sleep while the weather was still warm.In his experience, the daily workload should be so much.

"Woo--" The sound of the train whistle was extremely annoying.

Gavri slapped his face vigorously with his hand.It seems to want to drive out the sound.

"Zla..." The brakes of the train were accompanied by the captain's roar: "Gavri, bring the water pipe."

"What's the matter?" Gavri woke up startled, and his voice was very loud.

The captain pointed to the front and said: "The train from the Far East, hurry up, it must be finished within 15 minutes."

"What are you in such a hurry for?" Gavri muttered, but he still got up.

While grabbing the tool bag, the captain said, "Because there is still a train behind."

"Also... how is it possible?" In Gavri's impression, a bus could arrive at the station every 30 minutes, and it might not be 2 hours when it was their turn.So there is plenty of time for a nap.

"I heard that trains have been added." The captain shook his head and pulled him away.

Gavri followed helplessly, and did the work just now again, exhausted and returned to his recliner, and said drowsily: "I don't know what luck, there are so many."

"Who knows, there used to be such dense trains only during the war in Afghanistan. As you know, there are only so many trains in Siberia. It is very troublesome to dispatch trains in a dense manner and have to be dispatched from other places," he said. The war in Afghanistan was launched by the Soviet Union in the 70s. It lasted for 10 years and caused [-] casualties. It was also a battlefield where armed helicopters and Stinger missiles shined.

Gavri shivered, wrapped the blanket on the recliner that had been prepared a long time ago, frowned and said, "There won't be another war."

The captain shook his head uncertainly and said, "Probably not."

But he is not sure, the Soviet Union has disintegrated, and now if someone says that the moon will fall from the sky, he may also hide in Tunguska.

The train didn't leave them much time to wonder, the whistle sounded again, Gavri didn't sleep anymore, and got up sullenly.

To his surprise, the train didn't stop on the platform, but drove slowly towards the cargo yard at Tyumen Station, from a distance he could see a group of people waiting there, ready to unload.

"It seems that there is no war, otherwise the goods would not be unloaded in Tyumen." The captain breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go and see?" Gavri regained his spirits, and before the captain could answer, he tightened his collar and headed for the cargo yard.

Only a few carriages were unloaded, and Gavri spotted several seismographs with sharp eyes.Tyumen was born because of oil, because of oil, everyone has to deal with the oil industry, seismographs and things like that.Gavri visited when he was in middle school.

"It seems that the oil field is going to be developed..." Gavri muttered, walking forward, and wanted to get closer.

"Stop here." A worker-like Russian stopped him, pointing to the back and saying, "We're about to unload the truck."

It was only then that Gavri noticed that a freight train had also stopped in the train station earlier, and the compartment door was opened.

A jeep painted green.With the help of the tractor, it slowly fell out.The workers behind waited for the seats to be vacated, and rushed forward.Countless cardboard boxes were moved out.

"It's canned food." Gavri licked his lips unconsciously.Siberia is not too short of grains, and light industrial products such as canned food are equally scarce.

The Russian worker nodded and said, "The oil field is remote and lacks food."

"Hey. Brother, can you get me a box."

Gavri searched his trouser pockets, found half a pack of cigarettes, and stuffed them all to the other party.

Locally produced tobacco, with a special aroma and strong taste, also had a little popularity in the Soviet railway system.

The Russian worker picked up one and lit it, nodded and said: "Let me help you ask, it must cost money. It is probably not cheap, it is a Chinese product."

"Excuse me, I have money with me." Gavri said as a railway worker.I can often see products coming from south to north, and I will buy them if I have the opportunity.If you don't need it at home, you can also distribute it to relatives and friends.For scarce items like canned food, someone must be willing to ask for it.

The Russian worker climbed onto the carriage to inquire.After a while, the yellow-skinned Chinese stuck out his head.Looked at Gavri, then backed away.

After a while, the Russian worker came out again and said: "The boss agreed, a box of cans is 1000 rubles, and I can sell you a box of 12 cans at most. How much do you want?"

"Just 12 cans." Gavri didn't mean to be picky, took out the money from the inside of the boot, and counted it to the other party.When the Soviet Union was booming, 1 rubles could buy a private car made in East Germany or the Czech Republic.Now I can only buy 12 cans of canned food. Everyone has no choice but to spend their monthly salary as quickly as possible.

After the transaction was over, Gavri put the cans on the ground in satisfaction, and asked, "Can other people come and buy the cans?"

This question has already been answered, the Russian worker nodded and said: "It can sell 50 boxes. This time."

"This time?"

"correct."

"Which company's car is this?"

"Dahua Industry."

"Haven't heard of it, a Russian company?"

"China."

"China!" Gavri repeated.

At this moment, the train whistle sounded again, and he had to rush back to the platform to work.

Unlike the previous cars, this time it's a passenger car.

Gavri was surprised to see groups of yellow-skinned Chinese get off the train, lined up on the platform, and shouted loud and clear slogans.

Gavri couldn't help but slow down.

This situation made him think of many, many things.When he was a young pioneer, the oil workers in Tyumen had to line up every day to set off.Workers in some large factories often hold paramilitary training.In the past 10 years, this kind of thing has been rare.

"What are they doing in Tyumen?" Gavri came to the captain and asked subconsciously.

"Oil extraction." The captain's tone was dull, and he pointed with his finger.

Where Gavri came, the cars that had been unloaded were forming a convoy, bumping along the old railway.

Some of these vehicles are made in the Soviet Union, some are made in foreign countries, but most of them are made in China.The various equipment leased by Dahua Industrial includes vehicles and the instruments carried on the vehicles.

"Get in the car."

"Pull up and get on the train!" Gavri's unfamiliar Chinese rang out around the platform.

The cars stopped in front of the station one by one, loaded with passengers, and drove towards the direction outside the city, without any intention of stopping.

Some teams of workers get on the bus quietly, some teams of workers get on the bus while shouting slogans, and some teams of workers get on the bus while singing songs... The only thing that is the same is a familiar yet unfamiliar force in Gavri.

That power, silently surges, surges...

That power made Gavri want to run fast...

That power seems to be able to touch happiness.

.... . )

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