Skynet Architect

Coming from afar was a not-so-small convoy, and two snow removal vehicles were driving in front of them.

Maybe the ice and snow layers on the ground are really deep. You can hear the crunch of snow removal from a long distance. There are more vehicles behind, because I contacted on the radio and told me that there were a lot of them. The materials need to be unloaded, and the loading and unloading equipment of the terminal needs to be activated by professional personnel. When the cold reaches this level, these terminal equipment need to be checked. Such a team also has maintenance personnel.

Looking at it from a distance, it’s a little mighty. Behind the snow removal truck are a dozen trucks, followed by two buses, and at the end there are people watching the lively city. The whole team looks like It is a long queue of cars.

Perhaps it is because these guys have a large number of people looking at SUVs and pickups in the whole cold place. As for the cars that are often seen in the city, the sports cars are very few.

Don't be kidding, it's not cool to drive a sports car in this place, it's stupid and stupid.

A enthusiastic roar can be heard far away, probably with a strong Argentine accent, Spanish that is difficult for the Spanish to understand.

Si Fan listened hard for a long time, and finally was able to distinguish what they were saying.

Well, just say hello.

Si Fan made a guess.

The two guys around me might have eased from the cold, and walked out the door to welcome them. The door of the room was closed and they were reluctant to open it easily. That is the boundary between the two worlds. The inside is a warm heaven, and the outside is bitter cold. The hell.

"Sir, they are here to transport the goods. The members on the back of the car are members of our country's charity organization. They are now responsible for helping the fund raised by the charity football match organized by our country's Mr. King to implement our city."

"In addition, there are several other charitable organization members here, and they are responsible for some other charitable activities here."

Then they introduced these people. Si Fan's name can be said to be famous in the charity circle. The number of donations exceeds hundreds of billions. How can there be such a local tyrant?

This guy is, and has always been known for strict charity fund management, and every expenditure of the entire charity fund must be implemented in the most basic place.

As for the costs of operating this fund, all are supported by the financial system in the process of fund operation.

The stable investment income of a fixed share of hundreds of billions of funds is at the level of billions, which is completely sufficient.

So when I saw Si Fan, the big benefactor, the other party greeted him very warmly, and everyone got to know him.

Here, Si Fan saw some familiar people, or people who are familiar with the language.

"Hello, Mr. Si Fan, I am the person in charge of the Chinese Charity Fund here. My name is Ning Ping." He and Si Fan shook hands.

The handshake is obviously a bit awkward at this time. Everyone is wearing huge gloves. Many people's gloves are similar to trotters. They can't separate their fingers, so they just simply shake hands.

"excuse me……"

Si Fan also talked a little with him and asked about the general composition of their charity in this country.

What makes Si Fan sigh is that most of the people in this charity are men who are fighting at sea.

This is the legendary fisherman. In China, it seems that the profession of fisherman is not very profitable. The impression is that some people drive a small and ugly fishing boat to sea, and the fish caught in a boat is half the money of the oil.

But this is not a domestic place. The water resources here are very rich. The ocean can feed the fishermen of this country. For people who don’t have much knowledge and have grown up in non-elite cramming education, the profession of fisherman has become a good profession. .

The fishermen close to the Antarctic are all good. This is a fishing area for king crabs. In winter, the wealth they earn from fishing king crabs is more than one million yuan every year when they are converted into soft sister coins.

But they can also be regarded as a life of licking blood, and the people who die every year because of fishing for king crabs are not counted by a slap.

These guys have rough skin and honest smiles.

Speaking can anger a person.

When encountering severe cold, others are sad, only they are still talking with a smile.

"Maybe this year's king crab fishing period can be extended. After all, the temperature has started to catch king crabs in previous years."

This is the typical psychology of selling charcoal.

After seeing these people, Si Fan also learned about their financial operations. Most of their time is engaged in small charity activities to help the Chinese settled in the local area to learn a skill. Some are like the attitude of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, not purely. Charity, this person will actually pay his own money to support the new generation after using his skills to make money.

They support each other and go on.

Or someone’s family is responsible for the aftermath of something difficult to solve.For example, if a sailor died while fishing for king crabs, in addition to their family's insurance compensation, they would also give a helping hand to help their family regain strength.

Si Fan was moved by such an organization.

This is the wisdom they have lived in. Although a little humble, it is still great.

To be honest, Si Fan was a little touched. In fact, the lives of these overseas Chinese have always been at the bottom.

There were a lot of charities nearby, but Si Fan patted the guy in front of him on the shoulder.

"Can you be responsible for the fair distribution of our company's donations? You can find one or two charitable organizations with sufficient operational experience to help, I believe they will do a good job." Si Fan said.

The man didn't froze or doubted, so he agreed on the spot.

Sailors are the children of the sea and have always been bold.

Si Fan's smile was great, and he looked back at his transport ship.

Loudly roared: "You can rent the warehouse and unload the goods at any time."

Then he gave the electronic list to the man in front of him.

"Work hard and leave our good Chinese reputation." Si Fan patted him on the shoulder.

Although this man is almost forty years old, he is still very excited.

Only Si Fan knew that the social status of overseas Chinese was not high, and they were not valued in the eyes of others.

Not even as good as the black buddies.

After the explanation, Si Fan waved his hand.

A large group of people began to operate, and there was a local wharf in charge, and a series of warehouses were provided on the spot for free.

At this time, Si Fan was about to be received by the local person in charge.

This is routine.It's just that he didn't expect that the local people were actually scared, and they wanted to migrate.