Chapter 128: Have you heard of sending warmth?

'These people's actions are downright lawless! This is still a sovereign country, is there still any law to speak of? Why are there still cases of people being robbed in the street? Is this place a mountain where bandits and bullies gather?'

Du Peng said angrily, as he and Zhou Ming stood on the Siberian Highway, watching the plane-heads drive past them in their car with the windows open, making provocative noises, and some even throwing colourful US dollars and new Russian rubles out of the window, the very money that the plane-heads had just robbed from them.

Looking at the thousands of dollars of money scattered on the ground, in fact, this money meant nothing to either Zhou Ming or Domer, but at this moment, being thrown on the ground like this, it was like a slap in the face to them, full of contempt and ridicule.

If this had happened in China, and someone had done this to the young master of the Du family, even if the other party had a powerful background, Du Peng would have a hundred ways to get him killed. background, even if he is the grandson of the old Yang, he would not have the nerve to taunt Du Peng like this for fun, unless he has lost his mind. The more important thing is that after the crackdown, there are no more arrogant gangs in China. The saying that there are no triads in China is not something a movie director said for fun.

But now they are in Northern Russia, so there is nothing Du Peng can do, and he can only stare as these people walk away.

Apart from Du Peng, everyone else's faces were also very awkward. They didn't have Du Peng's fiery temper, but this kind of thing happening to them still made them feel very suffocated. Even Irbedov scolded Domer on the spot: 'Mr Domer, if you really have the sincerity to cooperate, then you should have taken precautions against what Yugens might do. Now it's because you didn't think things through that things have become so passive. I think I should reconsider our cooperation.'

After Irbedov finished speaking, he turned around and asked Zhou Ming for his opinion. After all, it was Zhou Ming who proposed coming to the oilfield today. But when he looked at Zhou Ming, he suddenly froze.

'Mr. Zhou Ming, what are you doing?' Irbedov asked in a daze.

Irbedov's words also attracted the attention of the others, and the others also turned their heads to look at Zhou Ming. They saw that Zhou Ming was crouching on the ground at this time, picking up the colourful banknotes that the plane had just thrown on the ground.

Hearing Il'yich Belov's question, Zhou Ming naturally answered, 'Of course I have to pick up the money. This is money, how can I just throw it here? Maybe you are all big capitalists and rich people, but I come from a poor family, so I can't bear to see so much money being wasted here.'

Zhou Ming's words left everyone dumbfounded, and while everyone was in a daze, Su Han took the lead and followed Zhou Ming down to the ground to help him pick up the money scattered all over the place.

Seeing Su Han move, Katerina also immediately got to work, followed by Li Cheng and Tong Gang. Il'yich Sergeyevich Dommert and Sergeyevich Dommert hesitated for a moment before picking up the money together. Even Dommert called on his bodyguards to pick it up together.

At this time, none of them understood why Zhou Ming did this, but they did not believe that Zhou Ming would not part with this money. It was not because they did not know Zhou Ming's past, but because they all knew very well that Zhou Ming had been able to get to this point today and stand together with them. He would never be a petty person, so there must be a reason for him to bend down and pick up this money now.

It can be said that they all picked up the money together out of their trust in Zhou Ming, and Zhou Ming also smiled when he saw how cooperative they were.

In fact, Zhou Ming did this deliberately. On the one hand, he wanted the money to be useful, and on the other hand, he wanted to test to see if these people would believe in him unconditionally.

'Mr. Domel, if you could, please send someone back to get some more money, 1.5 million new rubles and 500,000 US dollars,'

Zhou Ming handed the last dollar bill to Su Han and said to Domel,

'Mr Domel, if you don't mind, could you please send someone back to get some more money? One and a half million new rubles, half a million US dollars.' Domel nodded and instructed an assistant who had come out with him to drive back and get the money, and then returned to the car with Zhou Ming. After the car restarted, he couldn't help but ask the question on his mind: 'Mr Zhou Ming, I wonder if you could tell me what you really want to do?'

As Domer spoke, Li Chengtong and Irbedov also pricked up their ears and leaned over, because this was what they also wanted to know.

Facing the doubts of everyone, Zhou Ming thought for a moment and said, 'I don't know if this is the case in Northern Russia, but in our country, leading cadres of government departments often go down to give warmth to some people with difficulties in life, especially during the coldest time of the year, or during the New Year and other holidays.'

Zhou Ming paused for a moment before continuing, 'I noticed when I was in the city that although Siberia is very rich in resources, there are even many oil companies here, and there are super-rich people who have been made rich by oil, at the same time, the lives of those working on the front line are not easy. I remember that many of the beggars I met were oil workers here.'

Li Chengtong and the others were just puzzled before they asked their questions, but after hearing Zhou Ming's answer, they were completely at a loss. Of course, it wasn't because of the situation of the oil workers mentioned by Zhou Ming. The exploitation of capital by layers is only too normal no matter where you are, especially the situation at the bottom is even more serious.

In Siberia, the oil tycoon Yugins has a fortune of at least several billion, but the oil workers on the drilling platform probably only earn two to three thousand new rubles a month, or one or two hundred US dollars.

If the ruble depreciates, these workers will get no pay at all. Now that the domestic economic situation in Northern Russia is poor, these poorly paid oil workers have no choice but to go out begging on the streets.

Since there are poor people, it is only natural to give them warmth. Whether it is Li Chengtong or Irbedov Domer, they have all heard of this kind of warmth. In fact, whether it is at home or abroad, politicians will always try to do something to improve their image for various reasons.

This is not difficult to understand in itself, but the problem now is that Zhou Ming is not an official in Northern Russia, so why would he do such a thing?

The only explanation was that he was preparing to run for the next governor and then use the power of the governor to deal with Eugene.

This explanation sounded very powerful, but everyone here actually understood in their hearts that this was simply nonsense. Not to mention how long it would take, and whether they could successfully run for office while under Eugene's control. Just to mention that there was more than one state in Siberia, but Eugene dared to say that he was the master of all of Siberia, and obviously it was not something that a simple governor could deal with.

If they can all understand it, Zhou Ming should not be unable to understand it. Then, since that was not the idea, Zhou Ming's intentions were very puzzling.

However, in the end, no one asked anymore, because the oil field was right in front of them. When they arrived at their destination, they believed that Zhou Ming would always announce the answer himself.

Half an hour later, Zhou Ming and their convoy arrived at an oil field. According to Domer's introduction, this place was called the Ferroflo Oilfield, and it was one of the best oil fields controlled by the Vladimir family.

'Mr. Zhou Ming, the family oil field I control is not far ahead, and it will take no more than two hours to get there. Why don't we go to the oil field I control? I can contact them now,'

Domel proposed to Zhou Ming. His words were not groundless, because not only did no one come out to greet them at the gate of the oil field in front of him, the roadblock blocking the road was not even opened. It was obvious that they were being ignored, which made everyone in the car look very unpleasant.

Zhou Ming looked at the oil field twice, and then said to Domer, 'This is the kind of oil field we want. If we go to your place, Mr Domer, we may not be able to feel it.'

Domer looked at Zhou Ming in surprise. He had no idea what Zhou Ming meant. Could it be that Mr Zhou Ming had a tendency to self-abuse?

'Okay, Mr. Domer, don't just guess, hurry up and call them to open the door, even if Eugene is too much, he won't keep us out forever.'

Zhou Ming said, Domer nodded to him, then made a phone call, and after about a quarter of an hour, no one still came to greet them, but the gate at the entrance finally lazily opened. Zhou Ming's convoy drove along the road into the oilfield and drove all the way to the entrance of the administrative building.

According to the information Zhou Ming had received, the Ferofu oilfield was a large oilfield that was expected to last for decades and produce at least 1 billion tons of oil. Zhou Ming got out of the car and looked up at the tall administrative building, which would last for many years, and he believed it.

At the entrance to the administrative building, several portly Caucasians were waiting. They were obviously the people in charge here. They saw Domer coming and slowly came over to greet him: 'Oh dear! Distinguished Mr Domer, on behalf of the Ferrovu Oilfield, I welcome your presence. Your arrival today makes me feel that the Siberian winter is suddenly much further away.'

These words sounded fine, but they were very harsh to Domol's ears at the moment.

Domol didn't have time to argue about this, and with a stern face he said, 'Mr Pushkin, these are guests from Krisko. They are all partners of the family. They have come to see how the oil field is doing, and I hope you have prepared for this.'

After hearing this, the other person asked in return, 'Is this true? But I haven't received any notification on this side, so you must be mistaken, Mr Domol.'

Domel was very angry in the face of the doubt. He pointed his finger at the man and said, 'Mr. Pushkin, let me repeat: these are the most distinguished guests I have brought, and I am the purest person in the Vladimir family. My words can represent the family and cannot be questioned by people like you.'

The Caucasian man, who shared the same name as the famous poet from northern Russia, then put his hands up in a helpless expression and said, 'Okay, Mr. Domel, I'll do as you say.'