Chapter 130: From 30% to 50

There is a block of prefabricated houses opposite the administrative building of the Ferroflo oilfield. Unlike the rooms in the administrative building, these prefabricated houses are the dormitories for all the oilfield workers. Apex Novel,

when she arrived, Su Han exclaimed, 'My god, is this where the Ferroflo oil workers live? This is downright abuse!'

It's no wonder that Su Han exclaimed like this, and it's really the situation here that is so shocking. Since the name of the mobile house is mobile, it obviously represents its temporary nature. There is not much difference between the current mobile house and the mobile house of later generations. As cheap housing for temporary use, the materials are unlikely to be good, just a few thin sandwich panels.

This is the standard configuration for a mobile home, and there is nothing wrong with it in itself. But you have to understand that this is Siberia, where the temperature is below 0°C for more than half the year, and even in the winter months, the temperature can easily exceed minus 40°C. You can freeze to death just by taking a leak outside. In such a place, how can a mobile home made of just a few thin sandwich panels be habitable?

Of course, if this is just a project that needs to be completed in a year or two, then there is nothing wrong with using prefabricated houses. But this Ferroflo oil field has a billion barrels of reserves, enough for decades of mining, otherwise there would be no need to build an administrative building here.

But now that the administrative building is built, the oil workers are still living in these mobile homes. How can this not be considered abuse?

In the face of Su Han's exclamation, Pushkin, who had followed them down, explained, 'In fact, the environment here is not as bad as everyone thinks. These are mobile homes, but they are also heated inside, and it was the workers themselves who requested to live in mobile homes, saying that they wanted to save money for the oilfield.'

Everyone looked at him. Although no one said anything, everyone knew that his explanation was complete nonsense. Prefabricated houses were cheap and low-cost housing with very low construction costs, and they were not designed to keep out the cold. Even if they had heating, it would definitely not be able to keep the cold out. And if there were good conditions, who would want to live in a poor place? No one is a masochist.

Looking at the rows of simple prefabricated houses, Tong Gang thought for a moment and said, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, if you want to win the hearts of these oil workers by giving them warmth, I think there is a chance. The conditions for the workers in this oil field are too poor. I wonder what you think?'

Zhou Ming shook his head, however: 'Chairman Tong, I think I'm only 30-40% sure at best. The reason is simple: this Ferro Floating Oilfield has been here for seven or eight years, and these oil workers have spent at least six or seven winters of minus 40c in these prefabricated houses. If they had any complaints, I'm afraid they would have started a riot long ago, not wait until now.'

After Zhou Ming said this, Tong Gang suddenly realised. Indeed, this mobile home has not been here for the first day. If something were to happen, it would have happened a long time ago. Looking at the harmonious appearance of the oilfield now, coupled with the background of the Eugene's gangsters, these ordinary oil workers must be afraid and dare not oppose them.

This concept is deeply rooted. Zhou Ming and the others are just outsiders. It is simply wishful thinking to think that they can change just by sending warmth once.

With this in mind, Tong Gang glanced at Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming still looked carefree and at ease. Tong Gang felt strange. Did he really just intend to come here to offer his condolences, without any deeper intentions?

Li Cheng Tong Gang did not understand, and Ildiev and Sergeevsky were also very puzzled, but none of them said anything more on this matter. They simply followed Zhou Ming into the workers' dormitory.

'You dirty mud apes, hurry up and open the door, the most distinguished guests are here!'

At the door, Pushkin told his assistant to shout at the dormitory, and then the doors of the prefabricated houses opened one after the other. Many people walked out. Seeing these people, Zhou Ming knew that Pushkin had not made a fuss about this matter. These people were indeed the lowest-level oil workers, which could be seen from their clothing and appearance.

These people were either wearing the standard work clothes issued by the oilfield or clothes they had bought themselves. However, no matter what they were wearing, they all had one thing in common: their clothes were all worn, dirty, and stained with dark brown oil. There were holes in every piece of clothing, and tufts of cotton were sticking out, also stained dark brown.

The warmth-retaining ability of such clothes can be imagined, so these people, when standing there, occasionally shivered a little when the cold wind blew.

At this time, Pushkin walked up with a loudhailer and said, 'Hello, workers! You are all in for a good day. Standing next to me are the banker's family from Krisko and the Chinese guests. Their purpose in coming here today is to give you some warmth!'

After Pushkin finished speaking, he handed the megaphone to Katerina, but of course he didn't mean for her to speak. It was because in Northern Russia, she needed to translate Zhou Ming's speech. So Katerina ended up not speaking in a hurry, but looking at Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming also didn't speak in a hurry, but first looked around, raising his eyelid unnaturally, because he noticed that these oil workers didn't seem surprised.

Zhou Ming took a deep breath and said, 'Hello everyone on the oil front. I am Zhou Ming from China. I heard here that the oil workers in Siberia are having a hard time, so in the spirit of international humanitarianism, I have come especially to solve some of your winter problems for you!'

'I came here and saw the prefabricated houses you live in. I am deeply concerned about your situation, because this is cold Siberia! How can you wear such thin clothes and live in such houses?' Zhou Ming said, 'I think this oilfield and this oil company should be like a big family, and everyone should feel the warmth of belonging to a family.'

'So,' Zhou Ming concluded, 'I have decided to donate 100,000 US dollars to you to help you buy a lot of warm winter coats, and to renovate your dormitory again for you!'

As Katerina translated Zhou Ming's words, someone immediately led the applause and said, 'Thank you very much, Mr. Zhou Ming, for caring about us and sending us warmth from such a distance. We are all very grateful to Mr. Zhou Ming! But we are all owners of the oilfield, and our feelings for the oilfield are like those for our family. We all hope that the oilfield can develop better. We also know that the oilfield is having difficulties now, and we can only sacrifice the small self to achieve the greater self.'

Once the first person started, the others followed suit, one after the other, applauding and saying words of thanks to Zhou Ming.

At this time, Pushkin also said to Zhou Ming, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, you are truly a good friend of our Ferroflo Oilfield. We have also been struggling with the dormitories for our workers. Now that you are willing to help us, it is wonderful. No matter how many dormitory buildings you donate to us, we will be very grateful to you. After all, it is you who have allowed us to complete the transformation from nothing to something!'

'Engineer Pushkin, you are too kind. I am only standing on a humanitarian point of view. Some inequality and exploitation should be eliminated. I am just a trigger.'

Zhou Ming said to Pushkin, which made him feel a little confused, but he always felt that there was always a deep meaning behind Zhou Ming's words.

Zhou Ming saw Pushkin in a daze, so he patted him on the shoulder, interrupted his thoughts and said to him, 'Engineer Pushkin, aren't you going to take me inside these mobile homes to have a look?'

'Do we need to go inside? I don't think so,' said Pushkin.

Zhou Ming disagreed, 'Since we've come down here to deliver warmth, we must complete the procedure. How can I truly understand the oil workers and truly mingle with them without going inside the mobile homes?'

Pushkin was a little dumbfounded, because in the past he had not failed to arrange such activities for government officials. After all, these officials also had to create momentum for themselves. However, those officials rarely went inside the activity room. It was enough to just look at these dirty oil workers from head to toe from a distance, but they didn't expect this Zhou Ming from China to be willing to do so.

But surprised as he was, Pushkin still arranged for Zhou Ming's request to be put in place, and it was Pushkin himself who took Zhou Ming into the barracks.

The plot then follows a well-worn path, with Zhou Ming simply walking into the barracks and talking cordially with the oil workers, asking about the difficulties they face in their lives and work, and expressing his sympathy for their current situation. He says that oil is now the most important strategic resource, that the oil workers are the guarantee of oil production, and that they should be treated with great respect.

After doing all this, Zhou Ming Mashan left the prefabricated house. Before leaving, the oil workers all saw Zhou Ming out, expressing that they were very reluctant to see Zhou Ming leave. They felt very close to the chat they had with Zhou Ming, and Zhou Ming said that if he had the opportunity, he would still like to chat with the workers.

After the condolence activities, Zhou Ming and the others returned to the reception room of the administrative building. Everyone sat down in silence. Dommel said first, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, I speak a bit bluntly, but I think the most important thing for us right now is to be in the city. As for these oil workers, I don't think they are very important. If Mr. Zhou Ming still wants to do this, I think it is meaningless.'

After Domer finished speaking, Zhou Ming was unable to speak before Irbeldov immediately spoke up: 'Mr Domer, I can see that you are a little sleepy, so why don't you go back and rest first? Anything else you want to say can be said tomorrow.'

These words made Domer pause for a moment, and then he understood the meaning of the other party's words. He snorted angrily and got up to leave.

After Domel left, Tong Gang asked Zhou Ming, 'You told me before that you were only 30-40% sure of the current situation. What about now? It should be even lower, because today's events were all planned.'

Zhou Ming nodded in agreement. In fact, this was the reason for Domel's statement. It was really because the performance of those oil workers today was very abnormal. Everything felt manipulated. Without asking, the only person who could manipulate this was Pushkin. Then the fact that he had a way to manipulate this proved that he had very effective control over the Ferroflo oilfield. In that case, what was there to be sure about?

However, Zhou Ming instead held up five fingers: 'Now I'm 50% sure.'