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In the direction opposite the administrative building of the Ferofu Oilfield, there is a mobile room, which is different from the rooms in the administrative building. These mobile rooms are the dormitory buildings of all oilfield workers.

When he arrived here, Su Han exclaimed: "My God, is this where the Ferofu oil workers live? This is simply abuse!"

No wonder Su Han exclaimed like this. The situation here is really shocking. Since mobile houses are the title of activity, they obviously represent their temporary nature. There is no big difference between mobile houses now and mobile houses in later generations. As a temporary cheap house, the material is unlikely to be good, just a few thin sandwich panels.

This is the standard configuration of mobile houses, and there is nothing in itself, but you should know that in Siberia, where the temperature is below 0c for more than half a year, the temperature can easily exceed minus 40c in a few months in winter. It can quickly freeze when peeing outside. In such a place, how can a mobile house made of just a few thin sandwich panels be lived in?

Of course, if this is a project that will be completed in one year or two, then it is understandable to use a mobile house. However, this Fellow Oilfield is a large oil field with a reserve of one billion yuan, which is enough for decades of mining, otherwise an administrative building would not have been built here.

But now that the administrative building has been built, oil workers are still allowed to live in such mobile houses. How can it not be abused?

Facing Su Han's exclamation, Pushkin, who followed them, explained: "Actually, the environment here is not as bad as everyone imagined. This is a mobile house, but there are heating inside. This is also the workers themselves requested to live in a mobile house, expressing their desire to save money for the oil field."

Everyone looked at him. Although no one said anything about it, everyone knew that his explanation was nonsense, because mobile houses themselves are cheap houses with very low costs and cannot keep warm. Even with heating, they will definitely not be able to maintain them. If there are good conditions, who would want to live in a bad place? No one is masochist.

Looking at the rows of simple mobile houses, Tong Gang thought for a while and said, "Mr. Zhou Ming, if you want to win over the hearts of these oil workers by bringing warmth, I think there is a chance. The conditions for this oil field to provide workers are too poor. I wonder what you think about it yourself?"

Zhou Ming shook his head: "Chairman Tong, I think I am only 30% sure at most now. The reason is very simple. The Ferobleu oil field has been here for seven or eight years. These oil workers have also spent at least six or seven winters in such mobile houses. If they had any objections, they would have started a long time ago and would not have waited until now."

After Zhou Ming said this, Tong suddenly realized that this mobile room was not here on the first day. It would have been out of the past. Seeing the harmonious oil field now, coupled with Eugenes's gangster background, these ordinary oil workers must be afraid and dare not fight them.

This concept is deeply rooted. Zhou Ming and the others are just outsiders. It is a dream to change it by just sending warmth once.

Under this idea, Tong Gang looked at Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming still looked calm and gentle. Tong Gang felt strange that he really just planned to come here to give condolences, but did not have any deep plans?

Li Chengtong just didn't understand, and Ilbedov and Sergevsky were also puzzled, but they didn't say much about this issue, and just followed Zhou Ming into the workers' dormitory.

"You dirty mud monkeys, hurry up and open the door for me, and the most noble guests are here!"

At the door, Pushkin asked his assistant to shout at the dormitory, and then the door of the mobile room was opened one by one, and many people walked out of it. Zhou Ming knew that Pushkin had not done anything in this matter. These people were indeed the lowest-level oil workers, which can be seen from their outfits and appearance.

These people are either wearing uniform work clothes distributed in the oil field or wearing clothes they bought. However, no matter what they wear, they have one thing in common, that is, their clothes are very torn, rotten and dirty, and are basically stained with black and brown oil stains. Each piece of clothing has holes, and a pair of cotton wool is exposed outside, and they are also dark and brown.

It is conceivable that his ability to keep warm with such clothes is so cold that these people stand there, occasionally trembling when the cold wind blows.

At this time, Pushkin walked up with a loudspeaker and said, "Hello, this coworker, you all have good things today. The ones standing beside me are the banker doors from Chrisco and Chinese guests. Their purpose of coming here today is to bring you some warmth!"

After Pushkin said that, he handed the speaker to Karelina. Of course, this was not to ask her to speak, but because she needed to translate Zhou Ming's speech in Northern Russia. So Karelina did not rush to speak, but turned her head to look at Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming did not rush to speak, but looked around first and unnaturally picked her eyelids, because he noticed that these oil workers did not seem surprised.

Zhou Ming breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Hello everyone, the workers on the oil front, I am Zhou Ming from China. I heard here that the oil workers in Siberia have a hard time, so I will come to solve some winter problems for you in the spirit of international humanitarianism!"

"I came here and saw the mobile room where you live. I was deeply worried about your situation, because it was in the cold Siberia! How could you dress so thinly and live in such a house?" Zhou Ming said, "I think this oil field and oil company should be like a big family, so that everyone can feel the warmth of their homes."

"So," Zhou Ming said at the end, "I decided to donate 100,000 US dollars to you, buy you a lot of cotton coats for winter warmth, and renovate your dormitory for you!"

As Karelina translated Zhou Ming's voice fell, someone immediately took the lead in applauding and said: "Thank you very much for your concern for us. You still have so far to bring warmth to us. We are all very grateful to Mr. Zhou Ming! However, we are all the owners of the oil field. Our feelings for the oil field are like home. We all hope that the oil field can develop better. We also know that the oil field is in difficulties now, so we can only give up the small self to complete the big self."

With the first one, the others behind also clapped one by one. They clapped and said things to thank Zhou Ming.
Chapter completed!