Chapter 115 Reverse Selling: We definitely have to send them to jail!

Mikhail's tone was incredibly relaxed: "It's nothing, just transporting some goods. I'm just using your planes to transport some goods for me."

Ivanov immediately retorted, "Do you need more airplanes?"

Comparing yourself to others is infuriating.

He originally thought he had gotten a great deal by using connections to purchase the plane for a million dollars.

As a result, with the help of KGB, this guy purchased three Antonov cargo planes at a low price of $40,000 each.

So what if it's an old plane?

At current market prices, the transportation cost for one shipment would be far more than $40,000.

Fuck! What a messed up world.

Mikhail bluntly stated, "I don't have enough planes; I need more cargo planes to help me transport goods for the time being."

Wang Xiao went straight to the point: "What goods do you need to transport?"

With his connections that allow him to easily acquire aircraft at low prices, he has no need to lease planes from their Wuzhou Company.

“Arms.” Mikhail said casually, “The warehouses are overflowing with guns and weapons. No one is paying us, and no one is telling us what to do in the future. We have to find our own pay.”

It took Wang Xiao a full two seconds to process what he meant by "weapons."

Then she glanced out the window instinctively.

They sat in the meeting room on the second floor of the commercial street.

July in Moscow is the season of lush green grass and blooming flowers, arguably the most beautiful time of year in the city.

The flower baskets hanging on the wall were full of blooming flowers, in their prime, and their rich fragrance wafted through the air.

In the square not far away, the fountain tirelessly shines under the sunlight.

Nearby, some people were playing the violin, some were playing the accordion, and many more were sitting in front of easels, wielding their brushes and ink.

Wang Xiao was in a good position, able to see clearly that some of the paintings depicted the scenery at that moment, some were portraits, and others were churches and the Virgin Mary.

Children weaved through the crowd, their cheerful laughter ringing out from time to time.

In conclusion, this is a joyful and peaceful scene.

But just across the street, someone was openly and brazenly announcing, "Let's go find an arms dealer."

real.

Wang Xiao felt something was very strange.

She remembered that the last time she and Ivanov went to Siberia to inspect abandoned collective farms, they encountered an American convoy that, surrounded by a large number of bodyguards, was carrying a black briefcase to a warehouse for a transaction.

When she saw it, she was terrified, thinking she had stumbled upon a drug deal by mistake.

In this desolate wilderness, in this icy and snowy place, if you kill someone and throw them into the forest, they could be eaten by a bear without you even knowing they've died.

It turned out her efforts were in vain, because the American had gone there to buy wood.

The reason for trading during freezing weather is that the ground must be completely frozen solid for heavy trucks to drive through.

When the weather warms up and the ground thaws, the car will be stuck in the mud.

Russians have absolutely no trust in banks and only accept cash.

Even Americans doing business with them use black briefcases filled with US dollars.

Buying a piece of wood has turned into a far more dramatic mess than a gangster movie.

However, those who trade arms do so as casually as if they were on vacation sunbathing, drinking cola, and casually negotiating a deal.

This intense sense of eeriness led Wang Xiao to think of only a few words: magical realism.

Seriously, social news is always more absurd than movies.

The absurd protagonist is completely unaware of his own absurdity.

The July sun, carried by the wind, streamed through the window. Mikhail, basking in the sunlight, declared openly, "We won't delay payment for the shipments. I guarantee I'll pay you a satisfactory fee. How about one armed transport plane for one trip?"

Ivanov refused without hesitation: "We don't lack business, we lack airplanes."

Mihail has no intention of giving up.

He could certainly charter an airline plane to transport his arms.

However, there are simply too many eyes watching those airlines, and too many people to bribe. Each additional person to bribe means another sum of money to be spent.

They can't compare to Wuzhou Company, which has simpler relationships and a solid reputation. Besides, they own large cargo planes, capable of transporting a large volume of goods.

He turned his gaze to Wang Xiao, his voice seductive: "Beautiful lady, how about we settle the bill with diamonds? Retail Queen is nothing, Diamond Queen, I think that title suits you better. A lady can never have too many diamonds."

Unfortunately, Wang Xiao doesn't actually have a diamond obsession.

Before she transmigrated into the book, the price of synthetic diamonds in Henan had already driven the diamond market price down from five figures to three figures.

How can she still swoon over diamonds now? They're not just handfuls of gold coins anymore.

So, without any bumps or bruises, she simply shook her head and said...

No.

Unless she's insane, there's absolutely no way she would use the plane she worked so hard to acquire to transport weapons for others.

What were they going to do with them? Help warlords build child soldiers, letting a bunch of kids under ten years old do drugs while indiscriminately shooting?

She could never do something like that.

Mikhail looked disappointed and emphasized again, "Then what about helicopters? Don't you really need helicopters anymore?"

Ivanov reiterated: "What we need are cargo planes, a lot of cargo planes."

Wang Xiao nodded in agreement.

In this respect, she is truly not attached to anything.

If it weren't for the need to safeguard the air routes, she would never have acted as an intermediary to buy planes for the Air Force.

This wasn't even within her scope of business.

Mihail said with regret, "It seems we can't reach an agreement. It's a real pity. I think we could have been very good partners."

Ultimately, it was because he was too slow.

It wasn't until the collapse of the Soviet Union and the complete loss of their military pay that he thought of getting airplanes and selling weapons.

By then, the cargo planes that were easily available had already been taken.

Moreover, at the time, he had no idea that the arms market was so large.

So big that even his three cargo planes weren't enough.

He sighed again: "It's such a pity. I thought we could become the most loyal partners."

Ivanov shook his head.

He detested war, and if it weren't for the constant fighting in Africa, he would have gone there long ago to lease land and grow crops.

There, two or even three harvests a year are possible; that would be an incredible amount of grain.

There is absolutely enough food for all the Russian people.

But it was ruined by those same people.

Ivanov even became angry.

Why can't they just grow crops properly over there? If no one is paying them military pay, they can make money by selling the grain they grow.

Six months have passed since last December, enough time to harvest a crop.

At this point, he had forgotten just how difficult it was to clear land and cultivate crops.

If he weren't incredibly wealthy and could build whatever he wanted, his vast farm would just be a dream.

Wang Xiao suddenly laughed: "Who said we can't cooperate?"

Ivanov was startled and almost cried out, "No, no, no, Your Majesty, we're not at our wits' end yet, there's no need for this!"

Wang Xiao gave him a reassuring look and smiled at Mikhail: "Actually, besides guns, ammunition, and medicine, I think you need a lot of living supplies, clothes, shoes, socks, and household items."

She pointed out the window; in the distance, she could see a large warehouse.

With Mihayel's eyesight, he could vaguely see the long queue over there.

“Every day, many vendors come here to buy goods. It can be said that they control the lives of the people of Moscow, and even the entire Russian people.”

Wang Xiao smiled and said, "Compared to a warehouse, a bank is nothing. Everyone who entered the industry early on made a fortune."

I think the situation in Africa is only worse than in Moscow.

That was such a vast expanse of land, a completely untapped market; whoever entered it would profit.

Doesn't she want to earn this money?

Before she transmigrated into the book, she knew that her African classmates had built small villas for their families by bringing back goods during their winter and summer vacations, thus achieving prosperity and a comfortable life.

But the problem is that the environment in Africa is too complicated. If she, an outsider, rashly goes there, she will definitely make money but not live to spend it.

Seriously, buddy, you're already selling arms in Africa, why don't you broaden your horizons a bit and become a middleman?

People may not fight wars, but they must live their lives.

Wang Xiao enthusiastically promoted the product: "Whatever goods you need, we can prepare them for you and sell them to you at cost price."

You can choose to source your goods from Moscow, or from China or Romania.

We can fulfill orders at these locations.

Earning a little less is still a little more; let's figure out how to get Chinese goods into the African market first.

Mikhail instinctively refused, his voice stiff: "No need, my client needs guns and ammunition."

"No, no, no." Ivanov also realized what was going on and quickly joined the lobbying effort. "During wartime, all goods are in short supply. As long as you can get the goods in, you will definitely not have to worry about finding a market for them."

Wang Xiao gave an example: "Yugoslavia was at war, and our wholesale market is located in Romania. These countries are the major buyers."

I have a client who shipped three containers of slippers from there and made over ten thousand US dollars.

Ivanov swayed people's hearts: "Throughout history, when the front lines are in dire need, the rear is well-fed. Even a heavy snowfall disrupting transportation can cause vegetable prices to rise tenfold. How much more so in war? Whoever can get the goods in is the king."

The two of them worked together, not only refusing to take orders from others, but also trying to promote their own.

In the end, Mikhail was so confused by their arguments that he practically fled in disarray.

What a joke! He's in the arms business; that's practically a business with no capital.

The warehouse was filled with mountains of weapons, which could be obtained at a very low cost.

Why would he spend money to purchase goods for ordinary trade?

Mihail impatiently emphasized, "No need, they don't need it at all, they won't buy anything."

Honestly, people who haven't seen it can't imagine how poor those people really are.

Even the poorest Muscovites will still dress neatly and presentably when they go out.

But in Africa, in that incredibly poor land, people don't even wear shoes; they just run around barefoot.

It's as if humanity is still in the ancient world.

“Slippers.” Wang Xiao had already come up with his first target market. “You can sell cheap plastic slippers in Africa. They’re inexpensive and affordable for the locals. Plus, they really need slippers in their daily lives.”

“Perfume,” Ivanov suggested. “They’ll welcome even inexpensive perfume.”

We do have customers from Africa, and they do have customers too.

Arabs sold their goods all over the world, including in their home regions of West Asia and North Africa.

They like strong-smelling perfumes and buy them by the case each time.

"Tiger Balm, essential oil, and floral water," Wang Xiao added from the side. "The first two are particularly popular and are often used as medicine in Africa. The latter is also selling better and better now; some people use it as perfume, and some use it to repel mosquitoes."

Seriously, there are so many goods that can be sold in Africa.

Wang Xiao even produced a price list, specifically for the products most popular with North African Arabs.

She also kindly suggested, "You don't need to rush. You can go back and investigate the market first, and then decide which goods to stock."

With a beaming smile, she sincerely assured him, "We will definitely give you a discount, the best price possible."

In all honesty, she was telling the truth.

Due to the lag in trends, Africa is also a major sales destination for end-of-season stock.

Moreover, due to different aesthetic preferences, clothing and bedding with vibrant colors and strong visual impact are more popular among African customers.

Unfortunately, these are precisely the things that Chinese customers don't currently like.

Domestic plus-size customers tend to prefer monochromatic and cool color schemes, which are exactly opposite to each other.

Wang Xiao and Ivanov, one on each side, repeatedly urged him: "Please think it over carefully, this is a fantastic business opportunity. You have unparalleled advantages, don't miss it."

Mihail was completely bewildered by their words and tried to salvage his position: "No money, no money to buy goods."

Wang Xiao's eyes crinkled with laughter, making her look particularly friendly: "Diamonds, we also welcome diamonds to pay!"

Modern synthetic diamonds are no match for diamonds; diamonds are still a form of hard currency, and a true diamond is forever.

After they acquire the diamonds, they can resell them to jewelers in Hong Kong, Taiwan, or Japan—it's all fine.

Of course, they could also consider starting their own jewelry brand and making a good profit while the market is booming.

Mikhail looked at the two suspiciously, then narrowed his eyes and smiled slyly: "Airplanes? Don't you want airplanes anymore?"

Wang Xiao said seriously, "If you don't have diamonds, you can use airplanes to pay for the goods. In short, we don't extend credit."

Mikhail nodded in agreement: "If you buy on credit, you can't get the money back."

The two escorted him downstairs, and when they reached the front door, Wang Xiao was still trying to persuade him: "Really, please think it over carefully. We believe that given time, you will definitely become the king of business in Africa."

No sooner had Mikhail left than Wang Xiao and Ivanov hadn't even had a chance to exchange their thoughts when someone came rushing over from the older sister's side.

Upon seeing the boss, the man shouted, "Mr. Wang... Mr. Wang, something's happened! Heping has been beaten!"

He Ping is the deputy store manager of the small appliance specialty store on Huaxia Commercial Street, and is considered a middle-level manager in this area.

Wang Xiao and Ivanov's faces immediately turned ashen, and they asked in unison, "Who attacked? What's the state of peace now?"

"It was the fifth brother of the Beijing gang who led the men. Heping has been knocked unconscious and taken to the hospital."

The two bosses quickly followed.

Being knocked unconscious is no small matter; if the head is injured, the person might never wake up again.

Wang Xiao asked in surprise, "We keep to ourselves and the Beijing gang, so why are they causing trouble?"

The so-called "Beijing Gang" refers to the earliest traders and speculators who came to Moscow from the Chinese capital.

Most of them set up stalls in the free market. Later, some of them made money and saw that business was good in Huaxia Commercial Street, so they also started to settle down and do business.

It's impossible to say that Huaxia Commercial Street has no competition with them.

However, because the Moscow market has a large demand and many merchants from various countries come and go, the competition among Chinese merchants is far from being a life-or-death struggle.

Not to mention, they completely broke off relations and beat the person so badly they had to be taken to the hospital.

Jianxin, who came to deliver the message, said with a bitter face, "Boss Wang, Lao Wu and his gang are no longer legitimate businessmen; they've become gamblers. Now, no one dares to open the door to them, for fear of being robbed."

He realized he hadn't gotten to the point, so he quickly explained, "We didn't mean to offend them; everyone avoids them. It's just that we ran into a bastard who was deliberately trying to scam our own people while we were eating."

It turns out that after get off work yesterday, a few of them, who are close friends, went to a restaurant together to celebrate Heping's birthday.

Just as they were enjoying their meal, two fellow Chinese came over to eat.

Good grief, that translator was particularly unethical.

The restaurant clearly stated the meal cost 600 rubles, but he told his employer it was 1,000 rubles, thus pocketing 400 rubles.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. After all, to be honest, it's all too common for business people to be taken advantage of by translators.

Unfortunately, this translator had a particularly foul mouth. He actually told the shop owner that people like his employer, who were ignorant and illiterate, should be charged more money.

Because such a person doesn't deserve it.

Heping grew up with his grandparents and immediately empathized with his elderly employer.

He couldn't bear to see the old man being cheated like this, so he secretly told the person while he was in the restroom, warning them not to be fooled again.

Little did he know that the translator, who looked so refined and even wore glasses, was actually a member of the Beijing Gang.

The fifth brother came knocking on the door today, blocking Heping's way. A group of people punched and kicked him, telling him to learn a lesson and stop meddling in other people's business.

If Jianxin and the others hadn't seen it, he might have been lying peacefully on the ground, dead and no one would have known.

Wang Xiao's face turned ashen. Damn it, I won't offend others unless they offend me, but if they do, I'll retaliate twice as hard!

A group of people rushed to the hospital to check on the situation.

It's not that I'm in a hurry to pay medical bills. Although Russia's economic situation is deteriorating, medical care is still free.

Peace and others, as legally employed staff of the joint venture, also enjoy the same medical services as those in the Russian Federation.

The doctor has completed the examination of Heping and made a preliminary diagnosis that he suffered from hemorrhagic shock caused by a ruptured spleen, and he must undergo surgery immediately.

Without saying a word, Wang Xiao quickly signed the consent form so that the doctor could perform surgery immediately.

Several Huaxia employees turned pale and chased after Wang Xiao, saying, "President Wang, let's fight back."

Damn it, do they think the people from Huaxia Commercial Street are easy to bully?

So what if the Beijing gang came to Moscow earlier? This isn't the capital city; it's their territory!

"What are you fighting for?" Wang Xiao glared. "Are you bandits? Is this a gang fight over territory? Call the police, call the police right now!"

The group looked at each other, and none of them moved.

It's no wonder, since most Chinese people nowadays resolve issues internally and rarely call the police.

The general sentiment is that people will avoid seeing officials if possible.

Especially since this is Moscow, not their own territory, why call the police?

Jianxin muttered under his breath, "The police are even more formidable than bandits."

As the economy worsens, the social image of Moscow police among vendors also deteriorates.

It's practically synonymous with extortion, blackmail, and framing.

It's not like Chinese businessmen haven't suffered losses before.

Wang Xiao glared at him again and emphasized once more: "Call the police. I'll talk to the embassy and ask the embassy staff to help us."

She called the embassy directly, briefly explained what had happened, and emphasized that they did not want the Moscow police to take advantage of the situation and target all Chinese businessmen.

Therefore, they hope that the embassy can monitor the investigation process and not let the Moscow police act recklessly.

As for internal reconciliation, that's impossible; no one can change that.

Their employee was almost beaten to death; he's still on the operating table undergoing emergency treatment and is not out of danger.

Whose life isn't a life? No amount of money can compensate for it.

A life for a life, a debt for a debt—this is a matter of course.

To beat someone like that, one must go to jail.

And that translator—his actions were a classic case of fraud. Deceiving one's own compatriots is an even greater crime; he deserves to go to jail.

Forget it, forget it. Don't tell anyone to forget it.

The embassy staff immediately said they would send someone to visit the injured compatriots.

As for calling the police, of course you should.

To rupture a person's spleen is a criminal offense.

Before He Ping was even off the operating table, it wasn't just embassy staff who came to visit him.

And then there was that old man from yesterday. He was sweating profusely, muttering to himself, "Oh dear, it's all my fault, I've caused this young comrade trouble."

Everyone was completely baffled, not understanding how he had found them.

After having a big argument with the translator yesterday, he became increasingly angry and decided to settle the score with someone.

However, before he could even go to the person in question, they came knocking on his door in a menacing manner, demanding that he pay their wages for the month.

"Tell me, how can there be such a person in the world?"

The old man was furious.

“I pay him 1,000 yuan a month, and I've already agreed with him that I'll give him 10% of the profits as commission. Even so, he still cheated me.”

He claimed he sold the embroidery for 200 yuan, but told me it was sold for 180 yuan, and he pocketed the remaining 20 yuan.

I told them our turnover was over ten million, but we only made a couple hundred thousand in profit, a huge loss.

It's going too far for everyone to be filled with righteous indignation.

If a boss is stingy and pays exceptionally low wages, it's understandable that employees would hesitate to hire them.

A fixed salary of 1,000 yuan plus a 10% commission is quite a good deal.

As it turned out, greed knows no bounds, and the translator simply couldn't get enough.

He came to the old man's house to demand his unpaid wages, and coincidentally, his nephew from China was visiting today.

The uncle and his nephews banded together and simply dragged the translator to the embassy.

Their logic is simple: they don't know the Russian police, nor do they know how to deal with them.

When they boarded the international train, the train attendant gave them small cards with the contact information for the Mongolian Embassy and the address and phone number for the Russian Embassy.

The train conductor made it very clear that if you have any problems while traveling abroad, you can contact the embassy.

Look how obedient they are.

You can hold your head high with pride.

As it turned out, they were right to ask the Russians for directions with the cards, and eventually ended up at the embassy.

Otherwise, they wouldn't know that this kind and enthusiastic young man had actually been harmed by those bastards.

The embassy staff looked at Wang Xiao with a complicated expression.

Don't think they don't know that she paid for the cards to be printed, or that she paid the train conductor to distribute them.

I swear to God.

Their embassy has only this many staff members, just a handful of people.

These days were truly like living in dire straits.

From dawn till dusk, they were so busy they never had a break.

Wang Xiaocai had nothing to be ashamed of.

If an official doesn't serve the people, he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes.

This is originally the embassy's job.

Upon hearing the news, the accountant and others from the commercial street rushed to the hospital. When they saw the old man, they exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, Uncle Cao, what are you doing here?"

It turns out that this Uncle Cao was actually a client of their trading company.

These aren't customers who buy goods from them, but rather customers who rent their storefronts.

Ivanov and his group had previously bought a lot of shops. Apart from the two Chinese commercial streets, some of the other shops were used as warehouses, some were used to open pizza shops, and some were simply rented out.

Uncle Cao rented the shop in March of this year. It's a 40-square-meter storefront with a monthly rent of $400.

In addition, he rented 150 square meters of production space for $500 a month, which he used as a workshop, warehouse and employee dormitory.

They run a computer embroidery business, and it's thriving.

Wang Xiao, who was listening nearby, was particularly impressed.

Firstly, heavens above, across two lifetimes, she has finally reaped the benefits of investing in real estate.

They got those storefronts for a very low price back then, probably not even worth three months' rent now.

Even officials in the Moscow city government are now starting to feel a little envious, saying that they were incredibly insightful.

Ivanov listened and laughed every time, and always emphasized it with a particularly good attitude, so he always believed the recommendation of the city government leaders.

As it turned out, the recommendations they made for the commercial street were indeed the best.

Haha, these guys are just good at hindsight.

The reason why commerce in Moscow is thriving is because shops have goods to sell.

Last December, the store was empty, the shelves were covered in dust, and there were no customers at all.

At that time, how many people would want to buy a shop?

Secondly, Chinese businessmen are indeed very good at doing business.

In just three months, the transaction volume has reached tens of millions.

The person who made this deal doesn't even speak a word of Russian; that's truly remarkable.

Uncle Cao was still regretting, "I suffered because of my lack of education, and I was fooled like this. If it weren't for this young man who stood up for me, I don't know how long I would have been deceived."

He glared at his nephew who had followed him and said fiercely, "You guys better study hard. You absolutely have to learn Russian. Otherwise, if you only make a hundred dollars, you'll get ripped off for at least two hundred."

The nephews looked at each other, each with a headache.

The employees in the nearby shopping street couldn't help but show them sympathy.

Seriously, Russian is not easy to learn at all. When they were learning it, it was like a living hell for them.

One of the nephews couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Isn't it supposed to be the 21st century? Robots are so powerful, why do people still need to learn foreign languages?"

His uncle slapped him on the neck and said angrily, "What's the use of raising you? You'd be better off as a machine."

The accountant suddenly realized: "It seems there really is such a machine, called Quick Translate, which can be used to translate directly in your hand."

Wang Xiao was quite surprised. "It's available now?"

She thought this wouldn't happen until after the millennium.

"Yes, there are," the accountant said with certainty. "They sell them in Taiwan; they're called electronic dictionaries. You just input one language, and it can translate it into several languages."

Wang Xiao pressed on, asking, "Is it language input or manual input? Can you say a sentence to the dictionary and it directly translates it into Russian and reads it out by itself?"

Oh my god!

Uncle Cao exclaimed in surprise, "That's a spirit, isn't it?"

Everyone was waiting for He Ping's surgery to end, and they were quite nervous, but now they couldn't help but laugh.

The accountant shook his head: "I don't know, I've never seen anything like this before."

Wang Xiao made a quick decision: "If we don't have this product, we'll find someone to make it ourselves."

Electronic dictionaries are targeted at people who have received some education.

However, most of the current speculators, especially those in China, have very low levels of education.

Many of them are even illiterate and cannot speak Mandarin.

This segment of customers, totaling an estimated one million, urgently needs the assistance of translation machines.

This machine doesn't need to be too high-end; it just needs to be able to accurately translate key words.

Don't worry too much about grammar.

Although the original meaning of some words can vary drastically depending on the context.

However, people who do business in the market know one thing: as long as you have the key words, other grammar and such can be made up for by body language and specific context.

Ivanov listened with great interest, still wanting more: "Are we only targeting this part of the market?"

"No, we can continue to push forward and create a more precise version. Outbound tourists and students can be our target customer groups."

Before the advent of smartphones, this type of electronic product, known as a "quick translator," would likely have had a larger market.

Even if it cannot be updated in real time, it doesn't matter, because its application scope is quite narrow, as long as it meets the needs of the target customer group.

Uncle Cao, who was listening nearby, was astonished and couldn't wait to emphasize, "When are you going to sell them? I'll be the first to buy."

If he had this machine, he would take it even if it cost him tens of thousands of dollars, it would be better than being ripped off by a translator.

He wanted to express his urgency one more time, and the operating room door opened, and Heping was finally wheeled out.

He was awake now, although his mind wasn't quite sharp yet, but at least he could recognize people.

When he saw the boss, he felt particularly ashamed, as he felt he had caused trouble for their commercial street.

The Fifth Brother and his gang are becoming increasingly unrecognizable, even tarnishing the reputation of all merchants in the capital.

Now, when Chinese businessmen hear a Beijing accent knocking on their door, they dare not open it, fearing they will be robbed.

Wang Xiao comforted him, saying, "Don't overthink it. You did a great job. When we're out in the world, if we don't help each other, wouldn't we just become a laughing stock?"

Uncle Cao quickly chimed in, "Young man, thank you so much. I'm so sorry to have seen you suffer such a loss. Don't worry, I'm not an unscrupulous person. Take this 10,000 yuan first. I don't mean anything by it; I just want you to get some nutrition."

Wang Xiao did not stop him.

She couldn't remember where she had seen a sentence, but it roughly meant:

Doing good deeds is a pleasant thing because it fulfills people's expectations of themselves.

It is even more gratifying to do good deeds and receive gratitude or even rewards from those you help, because it fulfills people's expectations of the world.

Good people should be rewarded.

Wang Xiao added from the side, "You did a heroic act, and your company will give you a reward of two thousand US dollars."

Good boy—

Uncle Cao couldn't help but gasp; the shop owner on the commercial street was indeed generous.

He hired local workers in Moscow, paying them $100 a month, and they seemed quite happy with their jobs.

Ugh, I hate translators so much. They even pay them a high salary of a thousand yuan a month.

Ivanov comforted Peace, saying, "Don't worry, we will definitely get justice for you."

Wang Xiao assured, "No matter who pleads for them, it won't work. We will definitely send them to jail."

Uncle Cao chimed in, "Yes, yes, we must not let these bastards get away with this."

The police didn't arrive until it was almost dark.

However, Wang Xiao and his colleagues did not complain. Instead, they expressed their gratitude and concern for the police: "You have worked so hard, with such heavy workloads."

As he spoke, he handed them two bottles of Coke and a sandwich.

Both police officers' expressions softened somewhat; their work pressure was indeed immense.

The security situation in Moscow is getting worse and worse, their salaries are stagnant, and they are running out of manpower. They are exhausted every day, and life is really hard.

Finally, someone was willing to acknowledge their hardships, even this Chinese businesswoman who had once clashed with the entire Moscow police force; they couldn't bring themselves to be hostile towards her.

The police carefully inquired about the incident, took statements, and had everyone verify their information before signing their names.

If the procedure were strictly followed, the police should have questioned them one by one, but they weren't doing it that thoroughly.

In the end, the police only asked one question: "Do you want to settle this yourselves?"

In most cases, unless someone actually dies, even if they are seriously injured, the police will not insist on going through the legal process.

Especially the Moscow police, who face immense work pressure.

He Ping glanced at his boss instinctively and saw that both of them were shaking their heads at him. He remained steadfast in his conviction: "No reconciliation."

His spleen was removed, so why should he settle?

Everyone is born of parents; their life is their own too.

Wang Xiao emphasized, "We will absolutely not reconcile. Thank you, officer."

The embassy staff added that they fully respect Russian law and will cooperate with the police investigation.

Honestly, people like Lao Wu and his ilk are disliked everywhere.

Business is easy in Moscow now. As long as you work honestly, even setting up a stall in the free market, you can earn in a month what you would earn in China in a year.

Unfortunately, they don't learn good habits; they indulge in eating, drinking, gambling, whoring, and smoking, living a life of debauchery and engaging in crooked and evil deeds all day long.

Arresting them and putting them in jail will serve as a warning to others who might be tempted to cause trouble, so they won't make a mess of things.

The police have left, and the embassy staff should go back now.

Wang Xiao saw the person to the door, then turned back to comfort Heping: "Don't be afraid, we will arrange for people to protect you."

Peace is currently on a fast and without water, and has no strength at all. Her voice is very weak as she says, "I'm not afraid, and they won't come looking for me anymore."

Anyone with a brain knows that someone as insignificant as him has no say in how things will unfold.

The person the Beijing gang truly excels at public relations with is President Wang herself.

Wang Xiao laughed and said, "Don't worry, I can't afford to offend them, I can just avoid them."

This is no longer an era where mobile phones can hold people hostage.

As soon as she leaves Moscow, even if Lao Wu and his gang try to find someone to pull strings and try to negotiate with her, they can't find anyone.

Wang Xiao is preparing to return to Bucharest.

Just then, the script for her first TV series investment was finally completed, the cast was in place, and filming could officially begin.

Since the series tells a story in one episode, similar to the pacing of American dramas, they decided to film and broadcast simultaneously so that it could be released online sooner.

The good news is that Romania now has a very relaxed system for censoring films and television shows. As long as there are no excessively bloody, violent, or explicit scenes, any political jokes can be easily approved.

The bad news is that the director of this TV series is a film director by training, and he's probably a big spender.

Never mind, Lei earned it, he'll spend it in Romania.

Let them burn money if they want.

As for the cooperation with Flight 224, there has been no further news so far.

No matter how much Ivanov urged him, Suvinodin's reply was always: "Wait, don't be in such a hurry, we need to find a more suitable time."

Good heavens, the Soviet Union made them wait to disintegrate, does the Russian Federation government also want to wait to go bankrupt?

Ivanov had no choice but to remain in Moscow and wait for Wang Xiao.

When Wang Xiao was checking the follow-up work arrangements with him, her gaze unconsciously swept towards the window.

In July, the sky was an unbelievably blue, and pigeons flying by looked like the tails of airplanes.

Ivanov asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

When he followed her gaze, he suddenly realized: "Are you going to church?"

His Marxist nature did not affect his faith in God.

Wang Xiao shook his head and said regretfully, "Your immortals don't care about KPIs."

She wanted to offer some prayers, as things hadn't been going well at work lately.

However, considering that God is not like the Dragon King, if the rainmaking attempt fails, people can still smash the Dragon King's statue.

Ivanov was stunned, and after a long while, he emphasized, "God is not a god."

Wang Xiao, a typical pragmatist, retorted without hesitation: "They all eat offerings from mortals; there is no essential difference."

Okay, okay, Ivanov's faith wasn't that pure either, so I didn't continue arguing with her.

Wang Xiao reminded him again: "Don't forget about the interpreting service. Ask around and see who can do it."

Actually, Japan is currently leading the way in the electronics industry.

She also asked Wu Haoyu to look in Japan; if there were any mature products, she wanted to become an agent.

If things go smoothly, it will at least be an additional source of business.

Wang Xiao went over everything in her mind again, feeling that she had explained everything clearly and could now leave by plane.

Before she could even leave the office, Tang Yicheng called her, extremely anxious: "This is terrible, the car factory says they're out of stock."

He currently has over three thousand orders, all from customers who are extremely anxious and have gone through many connections to reach him.

Moreover, he learned from these customers that many cities had begun to liberalize taxi services, and there was a high demand for vehicles everywhere.

Russian cars may be a bit rough around the edges, but they are cheap and durable, making them especially popular with customers in northern regions.

If they run out of stock now, they will suffer huge losses.

This is a business where you can sit back and collect money.

Ivanov pressed further, "Has the car manufacturer explained what exactly happened?"

"They just said there were no cars left."

Ivanov exclaimed incredulously, "How can there be no cars? They haven't stopped production."

It's true, because cars are so profitable, they've gone to great lengths to ensure a stable supply.

Each allocation of light industrial products to the automobile factory was carefully prepared. It not only ensured the basic living needs of the factory workers but also allowed the automobile factory to sell them for profit.

On several later trips, they paid directly in rubles to facilitate the car factory's procurement of raw materials.

Although many republics, especially Ukraine, seemed to deeply resent the ruble when the Soviet Union first collapsed.

However, because they either lack the capacity to issue their own currency, or the currency they do issue is even worse than the ruble (yes, you can just give your Ukrainian ID number), people still settle transactions directly in rubles in private trade.

Logically speaking, car factories have both money and resources, so they should be able to continue production.

Tang Yicheng said helplessly, "But they insist on saying that, and I really have no other choice."

Reselling cars was where he started his business, and even though his seafood business is doing very well now, he doesn't want to give it up.

Ivanov made a decision on the spot: "Okay, I'll ask around and see what's going on."

However, even after finally managing to contact an acquaintance at the car factory by phone, the person was unable to help.

There are no cars, really none.

Now, raw material suppliers outside of Russia have uniformly refused to accept rubles; they only accept US dollars or German marks.

Currently, car factories are entirely on their own, and the higher-level authorities cannot provide any assistance whatsoever.

What can they do?

Wang Xiao and Ivanov exchanged a glance. Well, the ruble is indeed losing its status.

But their car business can't stop.

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Let me emphasize this: this isn't about regional discrimination, but at the time in Moscow, the reputation of the Beijing businessmen was indeed extremely poor. It was to the point that Chinese merchants wouldn't dare open the door if they heard someone with a Beijing accent knocking.

Later, when this group committed crimes, they specifically sent someone who could speak Shanghainese to knock on the door to gain the trust of the other party.

At that time, the Chinese gangs in Moscow were indeed mainly composed of northerners, primarily from Beijing. The Sino-Russian train robbery was also perpetrated by these individuals.

What's particularly peculiar is that Chinese gangs, no matter where they are in the world, never seem to have the concept of "not attacking their own people," primarily targeting their own compatriots. They generally dare not lay a hand on foreigners.

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