"What did that blond guy tell you?"
Returning to his own convoy, the cook came up and asked.
"Good news," Song Heping said. "This time, only 50 of us will be stationed in the oil field area."
"Wasn't it agreed to be 200?" the cook was stunned.
Song Heping shook his head. "Not anymore, it's been changed at the last minute."
The cook asked, "Changed to what?"
"I guess they feel we're not capable of taking on the security task for Hassan Oil Field and figured it's better to have fewer people go over. That way, if something happens, they won't have to compensate as much."
Song Heping pointed out the cunning thoughts of Wood Company.
"Damn capitalists!" the cook muttered. "How little they must think of us!"
After a pause, he added, "But we really do have fewer people. Look at Lars and his lot, just the local mercenaries alone number 100, and there are 30 core team members..."
As he spoke, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.
Song Heping also felt considerable pressure.