Chapter 116 You should also consider yourselves (bug fix): Better to die for your fellow Daoists than for me.

Wang Xiao had no choice but to give up attending the opening ceremony of "Urban Hero".

That's right, the first TV series she produced had such a corny name, emphasizing simplicity and directness.

"Urban" represents modern dramas, while "martial arts" is popular because Chinese martial arts films have a market in Romania and Eastern Europe.

Sigh, it's such a pity.

She even prepared a speech for the opening ceremony.

She invited many media outlets, and they even prepared joint press releases.

She could have made a huge splash.

For now, we can only let it go.

After all, with a profit of 15,000 to 20,000 yuan per car, she simply couldn't abandon her business of reselling cars.

Sigh, before she transmigrated into the book, she knew an internet celebrity who specialized in reselling used new energy vehicles to CIS countries, earning $5,000 per vehicle. His team sold 1,200 vehicles in one go, and he immediately started wearing Rolex watches.

Back then, she just watched the spectacle and thought all the procedures were too troublesome. Now that she's in this line of work herself, she realizes it's really lucrative.

Without saying a word, she and Ivanov took the train directly to the car factory.

Upon seeing this, Ivanov was so angry he nearly fell backward.

The production line was supposed to be shut down, but it's still running. A car comes off the production line in less than half a minute.

His acquaintance, Pavlov, the deputy director of the automobile factory in charge of sales, rushed over, only to be met with Ivanov's resentful expression.

Pavlov opened his mouth, trying to explain something, but what came out was: "Sorry, there are no cars available for you right now."

Wang Xiao stepped in to smooth things over: "Let's eat. We just got off the train and haven't eaten yet. Let's have a meal together."

Ivanov smiled and grabbed the man, saying, "My dear friend, you wouldn't refuse to give me this much face, would you?"

His expression was just like that of a resentful woman who had been betrayed by a scumbag.

Pavlov couldn't resist and was dragged into the restaurant.

Since they were asking someone to do a favor, the restaurant that Wang Xiao and Ivanov chose had to be the largest in the city, aiming for a high-end and classy atmosphere.

But as soon as they reached the restaurant entrance, the waiter standing at the door didn't greet them with a smile; instead, he reached out and stopped them, asking, "What are you doing here?"

Ivanov thought they were out of their minds. Why would they go to a restaurant and not eat?

The waiter, however, asked in a serious tone, "Dine? Did you make a reservation? Please show me your order."

Pavlov quickly pulled Ivanov away: "Forget it, I have things to do, let's not eat at the restaurant."

"An order?" Wang Xiao held five US dollars between his fingers, handed it over, and said with a forced smile, "Is this order acceptable?"

The waiter, who had just been expressionless, suddenly beamed and politely gestured, "Of course, ma'am, please come this way."

Pavlov felt as if he had been slapped in the face; his face turned red instantly, and he wished he could run away on the spot.

But how could Ivanov give him the chance? He forced him to sit down, leaving him no choice but to accept his corrupting influence.

Throughout history and across cultures, hosting banquets has always been a common practice when asking someone for a favor.

It doesn't matter if the trick is old or not, as long as it works.

At least, after Pavlov finished an expensive steak, he couldn't evade his friend's complaints.

Ivanov sighed: "My dear friend, tell me honestly, isn't our cooperation pleasant?"

When you wished to barter, we offered a wide variety of goods. Tell me, who else but us would be so patient and constantly adaptable to your needs?

No, there really isn't.

Because the vast majority of barter transactions are conducted on a one-to-one basis.

For example, I give you a boatload of watermelons, and you give me a boatload of fertilizer.

The more types of products traded, the more manufacturers are involved, and the more complicated the transaction process becomes.

The reason why Huaxia Commercial Street is able to make a thriving business in this kind of transaction is because it has an abundant supply of goods.

Ivanov continued his complaint: "When you ask for rubles, we pay in cash without hesitation."

Even when you suddenly raised prices, we didn't object and paid according to your latest quote.

Now--"

He stared at Pavlov. "My dear friend, can you tell me why we were eliminated?"

Pavlov looked around, sighed, and finally told the truth: "It's not that we don't want to give it, it's that we have the task of generating foreign exchange through exports."

Contrary to the common perception that Soviet goods were of poor quality and only had a market in socialist countries, many Soviet products actually sold quite well in Europe and America.

In order to suppress Soviet goods, the West used import quotas quite often.

Taking cars as an example, because Soviet-made cars were cheap and durable, they were quite competitive in the low-end markets of Europe and America.

For example, the Lada costs £4,710 in the UK, but other cars in the same class cost at least £9,900.

With prices less than half that of other brands and low warranty costs, Lada cars sell quite well in the UK.

Their Lada import centre in Carnaby, a suburb of North Hampstead, England, sold 300 Lada cars in a week.

With Russian exports severely impacted, this method of generating foreign exchange is crucial for the government.

"Therefore, our task is to ensure exports as much as possible."

Pavlov looked dejected and sad. "My dear friend, the Soviet Union is gone, and we can't just watch the Russian Federation collapse as well."

Ivanov was speechless for a moment, then blurted out instinctively, "We're exporting now too. Isn't selling to China still exporting?"

"Foreign exchange, what we need is foreign exchange," Pavlov emphasized. "Don't forget, we inherited all of the Soviet Union's foreign debt."

Ivanov was practically furious: "You're making things difficult for us. The British use pounds, and you don't recognize the Chinese currency."

Pavlov shook his head, his tone firm: "We can only follow orders from above."

"Ha!" Ivanov sneered. "Is this your half-baked capitalism? What kind of capitalism is this? Didn't you say you wanted to privatize? You've done it all, killing off the Soviet Union, and it's still the same old planned economy."

Pavlov remained silent no matter what he said.

Considering the interests of the country, no one can say that the car factory's decision was wrong.

Wang Xiao gave Ivanov a wink and then spoke up: "Sir, may I say something?"

Pavlov thought to himself, "Does he think he'll just stay silent if I tell him not to?"

That was obviously impossible; Wang Xiao definitely had to continue.

"There is an old Chinese saying: 'The people are the most important, the state is next, and the ruler is the least important.' In modern terms, this means that the people are more important than the country."

I greatly admire your factory for dedicating itself to production and foreign exchange earnings for the sake of national interests.

However, Mr. Factory Manager, I must remind you, what about the factory workers?

Will the foreign exchange you generate ever return to you? I highly doubt it.

Because the government is so short of foreign exchange, they will do everything they can to keep it in their hands.

Last November, the Romanian government canceled the foreign exchange accounts of companies and forced them to exchange lei for insufficient foreign exchange to import energy for the winter.

It wasn't until May of this year that the government reinstated companies' foreign exchange accounts.

What if the Russian federal government did the same?

If we exchanged your money for rubles at the official exchange rate, you'd be lucky to get the better end of the deal. At least you'd still get some money back.

If they withhold your foreign exchange and don't pay you a single penny, and then wait until the ruble continues to depreciate before settling accounts with you at the previous exchange rate, then...

Who will you hold accountable then?

Ivanov didn't give his friend a chance to refute him, and chimed in from the side: "Don't think this is alarmist. What can't this government do besides genuinely serving the people?"

He couldn't help but complain, "This government has absolutely no credibility."

Wang Xiao sighed: "To be honest, I don't want to think of the Russian Federation government this way. But ever since I learned that they frequently embezzle military pay, I feel that they are unscrupulous."

Think about it, Mr. Factory Director, they can ignore even fully armed troops; let alone you unarmed people?

The military can resell guns, ammunition, and medicine to foreign entities to sustain itself.

What are you planning to sell then? Instruments and equipment, automobile production lines?

The government promised to provide for everyone in old age, but look at the beggars on the streets of Moscow now.

On the streets and in the underpasses, there are elderly women everywhere asking people for money.

Would they be willing to do this? Don't they have any pride? But they have no money; their retirement pensions are so low. They want to survive too.

Sergei and Nikolai, along with their bodyguards, kept their eyes down and quietly served as background figures.

Here we go again.

Their bosses can't get together, otherwise their main strategy will be to completely swindle people out of their lives.

As expected, Pavlov's expression softened.

As a senior executive at the factory, he was definitely more concerned about the lives of the workers than government officials.

Because if the employees can't make ends meet, they'll target the factory leaders first.

However, Pavlov had to emphasize the current reality: "We currently do not have the capacity to import more parts. Don't forget, starting from July 1st, our export companies must put half of their foreign exchange earnings into the domestic market to ensure the convertibility of the ruble domestically."

As he spoke, his gaze turned deep, "This is the only way to ensure that foreign investors can exchange the rubles they earn for hard currency and take it with them."

Well, this is a bit awkward, isn't it? Pointing at a monk and calling him bald.

Wang Xiao pretended not to understand and continued speaking at her own pace: "So you mean that as long as we can provide the raw materials needed for production, the factory can start production, right?"

Pavlov couldn't keep up with her pace and was a little slow to react. He nodded subconsciously: "Of course, but we don't have enough foreign exchange to import raw materials."

He looked helpless. "I'm sorry, but if possible, we hope to continue our cooperation."

Honestly, compared to other factories, their car factory has had a very comfortable six months.

The Chinese goods they exchanged were all-encompassing, including everything from food to other daily necessities, such as sanitary napkins for women.

With these goods, there's no need to worry about food, because while food prices are rising, the increase in agricultural product prices is far less than that of industrial products.

They could easily barter goods for the food they wanted.

Farmers from the nearby suburbs would often come with baskets and exchange their homemade sausages and other food items for daily necessities from the car factory workers.

Wang Xiao and Ivanov exchanged a glance, and the latter held out his hand: "Give me the list of raw materials your factory needs, and we'll go and get them for you."

We'll place an order for 10,000 cars first.

We provide all the raw materials, and we also pay the car factory's wages and other production expenses.

It's just contract manufacturing.

Wang Xiao can find factories to process clothes and shoes, so naturally they can also find people to process cars.

There is essentially no difference.

Pavlov was stumped; it was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing.

But he couldn't find a reason to refuse, because the production line was far from operating at full capacity.

Ivanov and the Chinese businesswoman were right. While their factory considered national interests, they also had to think about how to survive.

only--

He wasn't the owner of the car factory; he had to report to his superiors, and then the factory would hold a large meeting before a decision could be made.

Wang Xiao didn't give him any time to delay and directly assigned the task: "Alright, you go and report to the leader. We'll contact the suppliers and prepare all the materials for you in their original condition."

Pavlov was a typical factory leader who grew up under a planned economy.

He lacks a competitive spirit, and his awareness of confidentiality is limited to the technical level; he has little concept of commercial secrets such as pricing.

Wang Xiao and Ivanov worked together, and he unwittingly provided them with the purchase order.

I never considered the potential consequences of leaking trade secrets.

Fortunately, Wang Xiao and his group had come specifically for the car and didn't intend to cause any trouble.

After receiving the order, she started contacting people one by one.

Contact whoever you want; contact the middlemen and their associates.

Because foreign exchange is also very precious to her, she tries to avoid spending it as much as possible.

As for how to obtain the materials without using US dollars, that depends on her network of connections with middlemen and brokers.

Let me emphasize this: never underestimate the capabilities of the CIS countries' middlemen. They often also act as brokers.

After Belarus gained independence, the president's first visit to China included a large number of Belarusian businessmen on his special plane.

They certainly didn't come to China to invest; rather, they imported large quantities of Chinese goods through tourism and shopping to resell back home.

If they can board the presidential plane, what about other planes?

Goods that are not necessarily available through formal trade can be obtained in any quantity they desire through their hands.

Wang Xiao held the phone and made calls one by one, while also sending faxes to finalize the specific details of the barter list.

By the time she finished drafting the result, it was completely dark.

The car factory had no chance to refuse from beginning to end, and was put on the hot seat without even realizing it.

However, the factory leaders believed that this was a serious matter, and since they had never done this kind of work before, they should hold a general meeting of employees and have everyone raise their hands to vote before making a final decision.

Ivanov almost rolled his eyes on the spot. They don't advocate democracy when they should, and they drag their feet when they should make decisions. It's really enough.

He maintained his smile and said politely, "Then, we await your good news."

Pavlov was quite worried and asked as he saw him off, "What if the workers' congress doesn't approve it?"

So many raw materials have been ordered, how are we going to handle this situation?

Wang Xiao sighed beside him, "There's no other way. We'll just have to import the production line directly and manufacture cars in factories in the Far East, in Siberia. That way, exporting the cars to China will be more convenient in terms of transportation."

Pavlov's expression immediately changed.

The Russian Federation has more than one automobile factory, and most of them do not possess any core technologies, but rather rely on imported European production technologies.

Ivanov smiled broadly: "Of course, my dear friend, I would much rather cooperate with you. After all, we had a very pleasant working relationship before."

Pavlov immediately assured him, "Please believe me, my dear Comrade Ivanov. I will do my utmost to make this happen. Our factory is the most reliable, and we have the best workers."

It was completely dark when, after a simple dinner at the factory consisting of locally made smoked meat and cheese, Wang Xiao and Ivanov, along with their bodyguards, went to check into a hotel.

Unfortunately, no matter which hotel they asked, the answer was always "fully booked".

That's obviously impossible; there aren't that many guests.

Looking at the hotel's light-up rate right now, everyone knows this is complete nonsense.

The bodyguards had assumed that the boss would continue to hand over a few dollars as a "consultation fee" and then smoothly obtain enough rooms.

Unexpectedly, Ivanov suddenly erupted.

He sneered at the hotel receptionist: "What do you want this time? A reservation or a letter of introduction from an official agency? You lousy establishments should just go out of business sooner rather than later. You're still living in a dream world! The Soviet Union collapsed because of you!"

The bodyguards quickly surrounded him, afraid that he would be beaten up by the hotel staff.

Thankfully it's already quite late, and only people on the night shift are at the hotel.

The receptionist's face turned red with anger, and she coldly emphasized, "Sir, please leave. We are acting in accordance with the rules and regulations."

Wang Xiao reached out and pushed Ivanov: "Let's go, let's go."

Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake; this isn't their territory.

Should we find another hotel?

"No," Ivanov said defiantly, "I want to go back to Moscow."

Okay, okay.

Wang Xiao didn't insist.

They've already made their stance clear; they don't necessarily have to stay tonight.

The pressure must eventually be passed on to the car manufacturer in order to facilitate future cooperation between the two parties.

The two then boarded a train back to Moscow.

To be fair, the railway system left by the Soviet Union was quite developed, with many train services.

It's just a bit slow; otherwise, it could definitely catch up with Japan's Shinkansen.

After Ivanov got on the train, he stared blankly at the dark night outside the window.

After a long pause, he suddenly asked Wang Xiao, "Don't you think investing in Russia was a terrible decision? Yes, the business environment is particularly bad."

Honestly, he always felt incredibly embarrassed.

Even though this country is impoverished and claims it wants to make money, people remain terrifyingly apathetic and continue to follow the old ways.

It's truly absurd and laughable that reservations are required for meals and accommodations, and that a letter of introduction from an official organization is also needed.

Wang Xiao denied it categorically: "No!"

She spoke frankly, "All disorder and chaos are opportunities. Once everything stabilizes, it means that vested interest groups have already formed, and outsiders have nothing to do with it."

After thinking for a moment, she offered some words of comfort, "There aren't that many investment environments that are perfect in every way. Look at Romania, at the beginning of this year, one US dollar was worth 180 lei. By June, it had started to plummet."

She was in a hurry to import fresh fruit to China because she wanted to spend her Leys as quickly as possible.

As it turns out, well, now it takes 350 lei to exchange for one dollar.

Seriously, in a country like this, you don't even need to think about business competition.

The struggle alone with a constantly depreciating currency is enough to drive you to the brink of death.

Ivanov sighed again and muttered to himself, "But your country is not like this, it has never been so chaotic. Look at you, how good you are at doing business, how good you are at managing your lives."

He is now increasingly convinced that there are significant differences between people from different countries.

In early 1991, the Soviet Union decided to ban the circulation of 1961 50 and 100 ruble notes and required them to be exchanged for 1991 50 and 100 ruble notes within three days.

As a result, many Soviet citizens lost their life savings because they didn't have time to exchange their money.

So how did the Chinese people do it back then?

They took the rubles they needed to exchange to the airport to buy plane tickets, then turned around and went to get a refund.

The money that was returned was the 50 and 100 ruble notes from the 1991 edition that the airline had just received.

Look how clever they are.

Wang Xiao was utterly speechless: "You're completely exhibiting survivor bias. There were plenty of Chinese merchants who suffered heavy losses back then. They weren't well-informed, and many only found out about it after the exchange was over. They had nowhere to turn to for help."

However, there weren't many Chinese merchants in Moscow at the time, and since they were still manually transporting goods and had to exchange their money for US dollars to return to China to stock up, the impact of this event was limited.

Ivanov fell silent again, continuing to stare blankly out the window.

Sigh, Wang Xiao couldn't control him, so she simply closed her eyes and rested.

I have a ton of things to do tomorrow.

Those people from the Beijing gang will definitely not stop easily.

Back at the villa, Wang Xiao felt like he was a complete jinx, always bringing up bad things but never good ones.

In the middle of the night, there were still customers waiting for her.

Ivanov has implemented strict security measures at the villa; not just anyone can enter the house.

Therefore, Dao Niang, who came from the capital and was known as "Third Sister," could only wait in the glass room outside.

Thank goodness it's summer, otherwise my third sister would have frozen to death in the middle of the night.

Even now, she's not exactly comfortable staying there, because of the mosquitoes in the summer.

The villa was full of plants, and she felt like she was about to be carried away by mosquitoes; even applying medicated oil didn't help.

Seeing Wang Xiao return, the third sister couldn't help but complain, "Oh dear, Mr. Wang, you're really busy these days. It's not easy to see you."

Wang Xiao made no attempt to hide the weariness on his face, yawning weakly and saying, "I can't help it, I've been busy all day. Just comforting the employees' families is enough to kill me."

The third sister looked a little embarrassed and chuckled dryly, "The person was rescued and is fine now. Oh dear, I know that fifth brother, he's just reckless and doesn't know his own strength. After a couple of drinks, he gets a few words of encouragement and his head becomes useless."

"What do you mean 'it's nothing'?" Wang Xiao's expression immediately turned serious. "The spleen governs the blood, and it's extremely important. Now his girlfriend is making a fuss about breaking up with him. A relative of hers had their spleen removed and developed uremia. The girl doesn't want to become a widow at such a young age."

The third sister was startled and looked uneasy: "No...it can't be that serious, can it?"

Wang Xiao sneered, "Even doctors wouldn't dare say it won't affect your future life. What do you mean it's not serious? That's a spleen that was removed!"

The third sister quickly called for a halt: "Alright, alright, Mr. Wang, let me tell you the truth. This fifth brother, his family actually has connections."

Even if you don't care about the monk's feelings, you should at least care about the Buddha's. Let's make money peacefully, right? There's no need to offend people to the point of death.

Listen to my advice: leave yourself an out, so you can meet again in the future.

"The fifth brother's family is willing to pay compensation. What's done is done, and he's learned his lesson. Paying more money will benefit the young man in the future, right?"

Wang Xiao sneered inwardly, "Has a powerful background? What a joke."

Those with truly powerful backgrounds don't need to be their own henchmen. They have plenty of people willing to fight for them.

Being in the heart of the capital doesn't mean everyone there is royalty.

However, Wang Xiao didn't expose her on the spot. Instead, she continued along with her third sister's train of thought, saying, "Since his family has such a powerful background, what is there to be afraid of? If nothing unexpected happens, he should be deported and then sent back to China to serve his sentence."

They've already encroached on their own little plot of land; let them do whatever they want with their own methods.

Whether he gets a reduced sentence or medical parole, can I stop him?

The third sister choked on her words and didn't know what to say in response.

Medical parole? Early sentence reduction? Are those things that ordinary people can handle? Those are things for the big shots up above.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say that it wouldn't sound good if word got out that she was in jail.

But as she was about to speak, she suddenly remembered that Lao Wu was a released convict, which didn't have a good reputation to begin with.

Sigh, at least a third of the earliest Beijing traders who made their way in Moscow were former convicts.

Because of the crackdown in China in the mid-1980s, a group of people were arrested and sent to labor camps, and when they were released, they had no jobs.

At that time, relations between China and the Soviet Union eased, and due to the geographical advantage of the existence of international trains, many released labor prisoners from Beijing took the opportunity to flee to the Soviet Union.

As it turns out, these guys just wouldn't stay still. They found earning money honestly in Moss too tiring and insisted on causing trouble, even targeting their own people.

Now they've really messed up.

But since the third sister had already agreed to act as a go-between, she had to bite the bullet and persuade her: "Alright, alright, even if you don't care about the monk, just do me a favor."

Wang Xiao couldn't understand these people at all. Why did they think they were so important and that everyone should give them face?

I really don't know my own worth.

Wang Xiao shook her head, her expression serious: "Third sister, let me put it this way, I advise you not to get involved in this matter."

The third sister's expression darkened, and her tone hardened: "Of course! What are we, insignificant figures? How can we compare to a big boss like you?"

It's such a waste to buy those brocade clothes from her; each one cost tens of thousands of yuan. It's like throwing money down the drain.

"Third sister, there's no point in you saying that," Wang Xiao said with a long face. "I'm only reminding you because I consider you one of my own."

Let me put it this way: we have a growing population now, and they occupy almost half of the free market.

Given the current state of public security in Moscow, the police were bound to take action.

This has nothing to do with you. If you insist on getting involved, you'll only end up hurting yourself.

The third sister trembled in fright, her face turning pale in the July heat: "Really?"

"Why would I lie to you? I just heard it from someone else, and I'm just giving you a heads-up. If you think I'm exaggerating, then don't listen to me."

With that, she got up to leave.

The third sister quickly stopped her: "Hey, let me calm down. Are those Russian police serious?"

She muttered to herself, "I don't think I've ever paid attention to this before."

Wang Xiao sneered inwardly. So you only bully your own people? Shameless!

This kind of person is the most shameless and despicable.

She said seriously, "Of course, they also have quotas."

Then she reminded her third sister, "Don't go and tip off others. I'm not kidding you, you know how powerful KGB is, right? Tipping off others is a crime, don't end up getting yourself into trouble."

The third sister turned pale with fright: "K...KGB? What does it have to do with them? We're not spies."

Wang Xiao shrugged: "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Anyway, as far as I know, foreigners are all monitored. They even monitor their own people, let alone foreigners."

Third Sister actually believed that.

Why?

Unlike the British who are proud of 007, based on my sister's life experience in Moscow, Muscovites see KGB as the devil.

The Soviet Union collapsed because the Communist Party of the Soviet Union (CPSU) fell from power, and one of the main reasons for the CPSU's collapse was the KGB's long-term surveillance and persecution of the people, which made everyone deeply resent them.

In the third sister's view, KGB was an incredibly powerful and ruthless individual. They could kill without hesitation, without any trial.

She has a reason for thinking this way; even Russians themselves are afraid of the KGB.

Take Lubyanka Square (formerly Dzerzhinsky Square), where the KGB headquarters is located, for example. People come and go on three sides of the square, but on the side where the KGB headquarters is located, you can't see a single person within 50 meters.

Sergei's bodyguards, listening from the sidelines, could only feel like background noise; what utter nonsense was all this.

But it's good to get rid of this woman as soon as possible, so she won't keep going on and on.

It's the middle of the night, and everyone wants to go to sleep.

Wang Xiao saw her third sister off, emphasizing repeatedly, "You really shouldn't get involved in this. You've already bought the shop; you're a legitimate businessman. Why are you getting involved with them? If something goes wrong, they'll have no ties and run away faster than dogs. What will you do then? Can you just ignore everything and run away?"

The third sister was finally convinced and repeatedly assured, "Okay, okay, I don't care anymore, I won't say another word."

Wang Xiao smiled and said, "That's right, let's just live our own lives. Third Sister, everyone knows you're a good person, kind-hearted, and warm-hearted. You mustn't fall for their tricks."

The third sister suddenly looked melancholy and bewildered: "How did things turn out like this? Everything was fine. Back in winter, we were all working together to save Qiangqiang, and now we're fighting amongst ourselves."

Wang Xiao echoed her sentimentality: "That's right, those beasts, they're really no good."

Once the car had driven away, she instantly regained her expressionless demeanor.

Yes, there will indeed be a crackdown, a special operation by the Moscow police.

It was she who went to great lengths to make this happen.

Firstly, the Beijing gang is becoming increasingly outrageous.

As the number of Chinese businessmen entering Moscow surged, these guys, taking advantage of their early arrival, wide network, and extensive knowledge, used all sorts of tricks and deceptions to swindle newcomers.

Even worse, they would come directly to your door and rob you.

Unfortunately, Chinese businesspeople have a tendency to avoid trouble when they are abroad. In addition, most of them do not speak the language, so only a small number of them go to the police or the embassy for help if they are robbed; the vast majority suffer in silence.

This made the Beijing gang members feel that they could rob for free, and they became increasingly unscrupulous.

If Wang Xiao didn't know, that would be one thing, but now that she does, how could she let them ruin the reputation of Chinese businesses?

She went to great lengths to protect the image of Chinese goods and Chinese people in Russia.

She even brought back one Chinese TV series after another for broadcast.

Now that someone has crossed the line, she'd better give them a good beating.

Secondly, let's just say she was preparing for a rainy day.

Even though she knew very little about the history of the 1990s, she had heard of the infamous Sino-Russian train robbery.

She knew it was in '93, which is next year.

According to the online news she had read, the criminals were basically from the Beijing gang.

Their prolonged robbing of other Chinese merchants in Moscow aroused the latter's suspicion.

The latter also banded together to fight back, and even ordinary black marketeers bought guns (weapons were easy to obtain in Moscow), and would open fire to resist any robbery they encountered.

Ultimately, most gangsters' green dragon on the left and white tiger on the right are just for show. When it comes to fighting them, even a teenager can take down their so-called boss.

Having failed to get anything from them, the Beijing gang turned their attention to the train.

Ironically, these shameless bastards only dare to bully their own people, no matter where they are.

Wang Xiao despises this kind of person the most.

However, she has no way to give advance warnings.

How is she supposed to tell people to arrest these guys right away, or they'll end up robbing, murdering, and raping on trains?

People will definitely think she's crazy.

This is a good opportunity to wipe them out all at once, so they won't harm others later.

This can be considered doing a good deed every day.

Wang Xiao returned to her room, knelt on the bed, and earnestly kowtowed in all directions.

She really doesn't meddle in other people's business. I pray that God will take pity on her, considering how difficult it is to persuade people to do good, and at least help her out, so that she doesn't cause any more trouble.

Two days later, Wang Xiao heard that the embassy was assisting the Moscow police in registering Chinese business victims.

People who had been robbed before spread the word, and they all went to the embassy to register.

People on the commercial street were talking about it, and only then did Wang Xiao realize that the people from the Beijing gang had gone to the train station to commit robbery.

When Wang Xiao visited Heping in the hospital, she heard her colleagues vividly describing the scene to the person in the hospital bed.

"Those bastards are really despicable. They usually work in groups of three. Once they spot a target, two of them walk towards them and, when they get close, grab the person's hands from the left and right. Then the third person comes from behind and holds a knife to the person's lower back."

There was this guy who used to be in the sports training team, a real expert, but even he couldn't do anything about it; he was just robbed of his spot. He didn't even leave the train station that time before being forced to go back.

Peace gritted her teeth: "This time it's their turn to be sent back."

When the Moscow police get moving, they're incredibly efficient, swiftly arresting a whole bunch of people.

Were any people accidentally injured? Of course.

Russia is not essentially an immigrant country; there are plenty of Chinese merchants illegally operating in Moscow.

This time, the police's swift operation naturally included undocumented Chinese citizens in the repatriation process, and many others had their goods confiscated, resulting in substantial losses.

Because of this incident, the price for obtaining a long-term residence permit in Russia has now doubled.

The people who specialize in this business are also very cunning; they don't operate in big cities like Moscow and Leningrad, but instead go directly to remote areas.

Because the economic situation there is worse, the police have less extra income, making it easier to apprehend them.

Sigh, all I can say is that as long as there are interests involved, there will always be the power to seek rent.

Everyone sighed and lamented.

Rather than feeling sorry for the undocumented immigrants who were mistakenly targeted, they were more excited that their boss was truly amazing.

She said she would never let those who harm peace get away with it, and it turns out she wasn't just bluffing.

Wang Xiao also emphatically encouraged He Ping: "No matter who promises you benefits or asks you to sign a letter of understanding, you don't need to pay any attention. Our employees in the commercial street don't care about that little bit of money."

A chorus of cheers erupted in the ward, with everyone urging, "Boss, boss, why don't you give us a bonus?"

Wang Xiao thought for a long time and said, "Then you guys should come up with a reason. We've already given out quarterly and semi-annual bonuses."

After racking their brains for a long time, everyone realized that there really weren't many holidays in summer.

Some people even brought up the Qixi Festival (Chinese Valentine's Day).

Just to emphasize, there's basically no concept of a holiday economy now, so the Qixi Festival has virtually no presence.

To put it bluntly, it's like what others jokingly say: "You might as well say that on the Ghost Festival, we should give out more money so that we can burn more money for our ancestors."

Everyone laughed.

Wang Xiao made a quick decision: "Okay, okay, it's Qixi Festival it is. I'll give each of you two months' salary."

Wow!

Everyone was so angry they wanted to tear the roof off.

I love this kind of boss the most; they give out money without warning.

Wang Xiao took the opportunity to encourage them: "Work hard, otherwise how will I find a reason to pay you?"

The people in the ward laughed again.

Peace painfully emphasized, "No, no, no, I can't laugh, my incision hurts."

Wang Xiao comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, your family members' passports will be processed soon. Once you're discharged, you can go to a sanatorium to recuperate. Everything is arranged, and your family members will stay there too. Don't worry about security."

The reason for not arranging for people to return to their home countries for recuperation.

One reason is that Moscow summers are much cooler than those in Kinning. For a surgical patient, the heat can be unbearable.

On the other hand, she was also unsure whether surgical patients could actually board a plane, and what would happen if the incision broke due to changes in air pressure.

Forget it, I should just focus on recovering.

After visiting the patient, Wang Xiao received the good news immediately upon returning home.

Although the car factory was dragging its feet, their employee meeting finally came to a conclusion today: they would accept Wang Xiao's order.

Hey, it seems doing good deeds really does bring good fortune.

Their immense wealth was finally preserved.

Over the phone, Tang Yicheng praised Wang Xiao to the skies: "Boss, you're amazing, you're always right."

However, he was ruthless towards the reverse brokers, directly urging them, "Regarding the planes, could you arrange more planes? Some traders in Shenyang also want to buy goods from us. There are direct flights from there to Irkutsk, but the frequency is too low, only once a week, which can't meet everyone's needs."

Irkutsk is a major city in Siberia and a transportation hub between the Far East and the Ural Mountains in Central Asia.

It's perfectly normal that there's a large market demand over there.

However, Wang Xiao also had a headache: "We're trying, we've already tried to get it done."

Cargo planes are in extremely short supply right now, and many airlines have even removed seats from their passenger planes to meet the demand from resellers.

Tang Yicheng was urging his boss on without hesitation: "Hurry up, or we might not be able to fly this route."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Xiao quickly went to urge Ivanov again.

We need to hurry up with Flight 224; we don't have time to waste.

Ivanov was so pressured that he couldn't resist making a phone call and rambling on about Suvinokin.

Stop dawdling, all the CIS countries with airplanes are itching to get moving.

If they choose to fly directly to China instead of transiting through Moscow, Russia will lose more than 100 million.

Before he could even prepare his speech and dial the number, Suvinokin actually showed up at his door.

He brought a draft of the contract, and Flight 224 quickly established a company to undertake external commercial operations.

Suvinokin solemnly emphasized: "Your Wuzhou Company is the flight team's first partner."

Wang Xiao and Ivanov exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

Wow! It went so smoothly, it's almost unbelievable.

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