Chapter 117 The Avengers (Bug Fix): Can't you use your brain before you act?

Then Wang Xiao and Ivanov celebrated with great fanfare, as if drums and firecrackers were going off.

No! It has to be said that the reason these two people can still cooperate happily today despite their skyrocketing net worth is because they are the same kind of people at heart: always vigilant, always thinking that there are treacherous people trying to harm them!

Without even exchanging glances, the two immediately suspected that this was a trap.

What does it prove that Suvinokin was Ivanov's childhood friend? There are countless people who sell their children and betray their parents for money.

Ivanov spoke first: "So it went so smoothly? My dear Suvinokin, you've worked so hard, I really don't know how to express my gratitude."

Suvinodin was much more honest than Ivanov, blurting out, "Thank yourselves! The General knows what you've done. You haven't boasted or lied; you are indeed working hard to save Russia's precarious industry. The automobile factory, fantastic!"

In fact, the military's investigation covered far more than that. They were fully aware of everything, including internal power struggles among Chinese businessmen and swift police operations.

However, compared to those trivial and insignificant matters, what truly shocked them was the businessman's powerful initiative and execution capabilities.

Large state-owned factories, or even supply chains that are difficult for government agencies to operate, can be put into motion by these individuals through personal connections.

It doesn't require spending three to five months researching and discussing, nor does it involve sending letters to each company and organizing meetings; it also doesn't require any mobilization.

With just a telephone and a fax machine, and in an afternoon, they accomplished what a dozen or even dozens of departments couldn't do in months.

It turns out that the word "efficiency" has nothing to do with whether it is capitalism or socialism; it's about execution.

Suvinokin was deeply moved. Looking at Ivanov with eyes full of affection, he said, "My dear friend, the General has seen your efforts and highly approves of your active efforts to save Russian industry. Therefore, you are the kind of partner we most want to have."

Oh my god!

My God!

Wang Xiao and Ivanov simultaneously cried out in their hearts, "Is that all?"

After all that, it turns out it's a Hollywood inspirational drama, like Forrest Gump.

Your efforts have not been in vain. One day, a big shot will see them, and your life will be recognized.

Something feels off.

This isn't a Hollywood inspirational film; it's a Hollywood animated film.

Wang Xiao knew he should be so excited that he cried tears of joy, and it would be best to take the opportunity to swear an oath to the heavens that he would never let his leader down.

In fact, she did just that.

Well, life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills.

Fortunately, Suveloki had a topic he was more interested in.

He was particularly curious about how they managed to come together foreign trade businesses involving so many countries.

Even though he knew the entire process of their operation from beginning to end, he still couldn't understand it.

Logically speaking, car manufacturers should be able to do it, but they simply can't.

Wang Xiao immediately perked up. She knew this question well, or to be more precise, her father, Comrade Wang Tiejun, knew it even better.

It's just something that state-owned enterprise reform talks about all the time: overcome the mentality of waiting for handouts and give full play to subjective initiative.

Comrade Wang Tiejun can talk to people all day long without any stumbles or misunderstandings.

Wang Xiao's skills were far inferior, and she didn't have the patience to slowly ramble on about these things.

She tossed a book to him with a beaming smile and said, "In the world of private foreign trade, I'm a junior. This is the real senior."

What book?

The Sun Chao Phenomenon, a reportage by renowned writer Chen Zufeng.

This is the story of Sun Chao, who is known as the number one person in private foreign trade.

That's what you call creating something from nothing.

As for Suvinokin not being able to read Chinese, that's alright, we can just find someone to translate for him online.

While he was listening with great interest, Wang Xiao and Ivanov quietly slipped out.

As soon as he entered the office across the street, Ivanov eagerly asked, "Do you believe what he said?"

Wang Xiao shook his head without hesitation: "I can't believe it."

She's long since stopped being able to appreciate inspirational quotes.

Ivanov began to get anxious; he didn't believe a single word of it.

But why is Flight 224 so enthusiastic? There must be a reason.

He originally thought he would have to bleed money again, but after being manipulated in various ways, there was no further development.

After pondering for a while, Wang Xiao guessed, "I think it might be related to this."

As she spoke, she reached for the newspaper clipping from the newspaper rack, picked up the Pravda newspaper clipping, flipped to the previous two days' issues, and gestured to Ivanov, "Look at this."

The news was unremarkable; it stated that the G7 summit this month decided to provide the Russian Federation with a $1 billion loan this year.

At first glance, doesn't it look wonderful?

But Ivanov's reaction was a cold laugh: "Serves you right!"

Before the collapse of the Soviet Union, Russian leaders pinned their hopes for national economic revitalization on Western aid.

What did they gain after hastily killing the Soviet Union?

In April of this year, the International Monetary Fund, probably fearing that this foolish, incompetent, and weak government would not be able to hold on, made a bold statement that it would provide a loan of $24 billion.

But what about this $24 billion?

A standard, contemporary Marshall Plan.

One $11 billion is an old loan that the G7 had committed to back in 1990.

Once you get the money, you can't spend it however you want; you have to import goods from the G7.

$2.5 billion was used to defer the repayment of maturing debts owed by Western countries.

Ha, old debts not yet cleared, and new debts added.

$4 billion of that is a fund provided by G7 loans to stabilize the Russian ruble.

The funny thing is, to get this money, Russia has to stabilize the ruble first.

If it had that ability, it wouldn't need your loan.

The ruble's exchange rate has now fallen to approximately 140 rubles to one US dollar, and it continues to decline.

Getting this loan is simply a pipe dream.

Oh, right, there's also the remaining $4.5 billion, which is the money Russia will receive after joining the International Monetary Fund, provided by several funds.

On April 27th of this year, Russia was accepted as a member of the organization.

But three months have passed, where is the money?

To date, it has only amounted to a drop in the bucket of $1 billion.

Ivanov couldn't help but curse: "Idiots, a bunch of idiots. They said they would give money because the Soviet Union still existed. The Soviet Union has been killed, why would they give money?"

Seriously, there's no one more stupid than these guys.

At least get the money first before you go and kill the Soviets.

They haven't done anything yet, and you guys are already impatient.

He now has absolute certainty that the Americans were truly stunned when the Soviet Union announced its dissolution.

Even a person with normal intelligence wouldn't believe that such an idiot exists in the world.

After he finished venting, Wang Xiao continued his analysis: "I suspect the Russian Federation government also realized they'd been played. But things have already progressed this far, and they don't have many bargaining chips left, so they have to adjust their strategy."

How should it be adjusted?

It emphasizes developing relations with Eastern countries.

Considering the presence of Japanese and South Korean troops, as well as American troops, strengthening ties with China is of paramount importance.

Because the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Ultimately, international relations are just like the Three Kingdoms game: today you team up with me, tomorrow I team up with him.

There are no permanent friends, only permanent interests.

Ivanov didn't find such analysis particularly offensive; he was only concerned with one thing: "So, does that mean that trade barriers between our two countries will be significantly reduced in the future, and that we will be more closely connected?"

If that's the case, it would definitely be a major positive development.

However, when it comes to money, Wang Xiao himself dares not dream, much less let his business partners dream.

"I remain cautiously optimistic."

Because of her transmigration into the book, she realized just how utterly shameless this current president really was.

In order to secure re-election, he could appeal to the US president for a loan so he could pay the salaries of Russian civil servants and prevent them from revolting and ousting him.

Without this special advantage, even based on the existing information, Wang Xiao was not optimistic about this president.

Why?

Because he was a traitor to the Soviet Communist Party.

This alone determined that he had to cling tightly to the Western world.

The Communist Party of the Soviet Union has been dissolved, but its members are still alive.

They are the president's biggest worry; he probably dreams of being overthrown by them.

Then, given the fundamental principle that comrades are more reliable than compatriots, what if someone with close ties to China is exported by the revolution?

Compared to the lives of ordinary people, the president's own position is clearly more important.

His current stance of wanting to improve relations with China is, in fact, a veiled threat to Western countries: if the West is not doing well, the East will be. If you don't pay up, we'll play with the East.

Ivanov certainly understood this principle.

As a native Russian who lived through the Soviet era, his understanding is only more thorough.

He couldn't help but curse, "These damned guys."

However, regardless of whether they truly deserved to die for putting on a show at a time like this, their Wuzhou Transportation Company did indeed benefit from the change in the government's diplomatic strategy.

At least now the two bosses can relax a little and believe that Flight 224 really wants to cooperate with them.

The military's hasty action may well be a response to the decisions made at the G7 summit.

Having figured this out, the two of them immediately went to sign the contract without saying another word.

After all, what if Western countries actually accept this offer and change their attitude to provide more loans? What if the spineless Russian Federation government immediately becomes aloof towards China again?

They need to take advantage of the time difference to fully implement this matter.

Even if policies tighten again later, following the principle of "old rules for old people, new rules for new people," those who have obtained their entry tickets will not be caught in the tail end of the storm.

Suvinokin listened with great interest to the "Sun Chao Phenomenon" and then pressed Ivanov for more information: "Are you really going to set up a factory on the collective farm?"

Ivanov was very generous and extended an invitation: "Would you like to come with us for a stroll? It's a great tomato harvest, and we're having a tomato festival."

This tomato festival, of course, can't be like the tomato fight in Spain.

Even in Moscow during the summer harvest season, vegetables and fruits are still not cheap.

Tomatoes can be used as both fruit and vegetable, who would want to waste them like this?

May to August is the picnic season in the suburbs of Moscow.

So the collective farm, which was quiet in the spring, is now bustling with activity.

From afar, you can see men, women, and children coming and going under the sun.

Vast fields stretched out one after another, and from afar you could see a bright red expanse, glistening in the sun—those were tomatoes.

Next to it is a patch of lush green water spinach.

It's quite sad to say, but Russians at most fry an egg; they basically don't eat stir-fried dishes. Therefore, water spinach isn't popular with them.

Besides supplying embassies and Chinese restaurants in China and other East Asian countries, that vegetable field was mostly used by farmers to feed chickens and ducks.

It's true, water spinach grows exceptionally well, especially on this fertile black soil.

It was harvested again and again, even more so than chives.

From June until now, it has been one of the main sources of green fodder for chickens and ducks.

Chives share its fate and breathe the same air as it.

However, chives have a more tragic fate because of their pungent smell, which chickens and ducks dislike, and Russians dislike them even more.

Fortunately, they only cultivated one acre of land, so they could produce and sell their own produce; otherwise, it would have been a great injustice.

Next to the chive field, there are colorful bell peppers.

Muscovites can't handle spicy food, so bell peppers are more to their liking.

The bell peppers are plump and thick this season, and when roasted in the oven, they taste remarkably like peaches.

It's true, after the farmers accidentally discovered this, the bell peppers somehow turned into fruit.

The elderly people in the collective farm also quickly accepted this.

This demonstrates the astonishingly powerful learning ability and capacity for accepting new things in humans.

Wang Xiao turned to Ivanov and suggested, "Let's try to create a food program on TV, the kind that teaches people how to cook Chinese food."

She thought about it and realized that the significance of the program was to "tell everyone how to make a variety of delicious dishes with the simplest ingredients, so that everyone can feel the hidden beauty in life."

Where is the ghost?

Actually, she wanted to make it easier for Russians to accept more varieties of vegetables.

This way, their vegetable farms can produce products that can reach a wider market.

Otherwise, if they keep offering the same few dishes every day, how can they demonstrate their superior competitiveness?

As for whether anyone will watch the food show, Wang Xiao is not worried at all.

Chinese cuisine is renowned in the CIS countries and Eastern European countries, and is synonymous with high-end dining.

In Romania, at the children's palace, there's a course that teaches people how to cook Chinese cuisine, and it's packed with housewives signing up.

I feel quite sorry for those who didn't get to register, as there are many people who want to book future classes.

Ivanov thought this was a good idea, and he also felt that his compatriots' meals were too monotonous and that they could increase their sources of vitamins.

As the group approached a little closer, they saw ducks and swans enjoying themselves on the lake not far away, completely undisturbed by the crowd.

Wang Xiao exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my, there are swans too? That's quite rare!"

As a result, when the village chief's wife came to pick them up, she saw Wang Xiao looking at the swans and immediately shook her head, her tone extremely disgusted: "Oh, they're just pretty faces. They look good, but the meat doesn't taste good at all. It's tough and dry."

Wang Xiao felt a cold sweat break out all over his body from listening to the sweltering summer heat.

No, sister, you're really going to be harsh. Swans are protected animals, aren't they?

She quickly emphasized, "Since it doesn't taste good, then you shouldn't eat it in the future."

The village chief's wife immediately assured him, "Don't worry, we don't care about eating it."

Now they often eat fish.

Unexpectedly, there were so many fish in the lake, and no one cared. They could just scoop them up casually and have a fish meal every few days.

We also raise our own chickens. There's no need to keep so many roosters. We eat one every now and then, and life is pretty good.

The black soil is really different; even the goosegrass grows better than elsewhere, perfect for feeding chickens.

While they were talking, they walked directly to the side of the field.

Customers at Huaxia Commercial Street have all received invitations to attend the Tomato Festival at the collective farm.

For a fee of 200 rubles, each person can go to the field to pick tomatoes.

You can pick and eat as you go, and you don't have to pay extra for anything you eat along the way.

Considering that bananas, the cheapest fruit on the market right now, cost around 300 rubles per kilogram, the 200-ruble fruit picking activity was very popular.

Basically, every household sent their father as a representative to go to the fields for a feast.

Seriously, each of them can eat more than five pounds of tomatoes.

Wang Xiaozhen felt sorry for their teeth.

Unlike the hard, easily stored tomatoes of thirty years later, the tomatoes we have now are soft, juicy, and bursting with a sweet and sour flavor with every bite.

Especially the black soil, a truly fertile land, produces tomatoes with an incredibly rich and flavorful taste that is simply beyond imagination.

Wang Xiao had only ever eaten tomatoes in Xinjiang before, and they were barely comparable to this one.

Besides tomatoes, cucumbers and watermelons are also plentiful harvests in summer.

The former already held a cucumber picking festival last week.

The latter is because it is difficult to judge the ripeness of watermelons from their surface, so there is no picking activity; instead, the watermelon farmers pick them and cut them for everyone to eat directly.

The watermelon seeds were also brought from China, and they were all small to medium-sized watermelons.

If it were a large watermelon, the people of Moscow wouldn't be willing to buy it now.

Suvinokin ate a slice of watermelon and exclaimed enthusiastically, "It's delicious! My dear Ivanov, you truly have created a miracle. Where's the factory? Where is the factory?"

Ivanov pointed and said, "That's it. We're planning to open a shoe factory, a factory that specializes in producing travel shoes."

The reason he had this idea was because he found that Chinese farmers were incredibly hardworking.

They seem to never rest, always finding something to do.

For example, the small plots of land in front of and behind the houses, less than half an acre for each household, can grow a lot of vegetables.

At first, they exchanged milk with the veteran workers of the collective farm for their children who came over for summer vacation.

Later, they simply partnered with the older employees, having their children in the city take the goods to sell, with everyone splitting the profits 20/80.

In addition to that, they also raise chickens and ducks, and are even planning to raise sheep.

They can even use those withered branches and fallen leaves to make compost.

Ivanov felt that with their boundless energy, they could easily find another factory job.

So he tentatively brought it up, and it was warmly received by everyone.

Farmers all want to work in factories, even if it's just half a day in the fields and half a day in the office, so they can earn more money.

Considering that everyone was juggling two jobs and had limited energy, Ivanov drew on Wang Xiao's experience of running a garment factory in the suburbs of Bucharest, where semi-finished products were imported from China and then assembled at the farm.

This approach is both efficient and allows for legitimate tax avoidance, significantly reducing production costs.

Suvinokin went to the shoe factory to take a look.

They walked through a large glass greenhouse.

These were built by Romanians together with Chinese farmers and farmers from Moscow.

After completing their work at a farm on the outskirts of Moscow, the Romanian greenhouse team moved on to Siberia.

They need to finish building all the greenhouses before autumn arrives.

The land had just been plowed and was baking in the sun. The dark soil looked like an asphalt road, making Wang Xiao particularly suspicious that it might ooze oil at any moment.

Suvinokin looked at it several times, extremely curious.

If he hadn't been in such a hurry to see the shoe factory, he would have rushed over to see exactly how the soil in the greenhouse differed from the soil in the fields.

The so-called shoe factory was actually just a large warehouse, which was used by the collective farm to store grain.

Now the farm has been converted to grow vegetables, and the large warehouse has been vacated, which can be used as a factory.

Although it's the weekend and a tomato festival is in full swing outside, there are still plenty of workers in the factory.

There were elderly Russian farmers with gray hair, as well as young men and women in their prime.

Ivanov explained from the side, "They all come from the farms. Now that there's less work at the factory, they come here part-time when they have free time."

This kind of thing is not unusual.

In Moscow right now, many people earn a basic salary from their jobs and then find other work to support themselves and their families.

However, Suvinokin was surprised to find that there were quite a few children in the warehouse, Chinese children, who were also diligently helping the adults.

He couldn't help but wonder, "It's summer vacation now, shouldn't they be participating in summer camp activities?"

Well, Wang Xiao didn't know how to answer this question.

In rural China, children don't have summer camps. If they're talking about being close to the fields, they run around in the fields every day.

She bluntly stated, "They are working part-time to support themselves, and if they do well, they can earn their tuition for the next semester during the summer vacation."

Suvinokin was even more surprised. Tuition fees? What tuition fees? Shouldn't children's schooling be free?

Isn't China a socialist country?

Damn it, this conversation is completely ruined.

Wang Xiao strongly suspected that he was a Versailles on earth.

Fortunately, Ivanov was perceptive and immediately stopped his friend: "They spend very little on other things, at least not like us, who have to queue to buy bread."

Although Suvinokin was still confused, he maintained his gentlemanly demeanor and reluctantly accepted the explanation.

Ivanov continued, "Back in China, they ate watermelons as much as they wanted. Unlike us, now a month's salary can barely buy two or three watermelons. Do you want to eat more watermelon?"

Yes, of course I want it.

With military spending drastically cut and soldiers unable to receive their pay, Suvinokin has only dared to buy the cheapest bananas occasionally for a long time now.

If a major can live like this, one can only imagine how life is for ordinary soldiers.

Wang Xiao also ate quite a bit of watermelon.

She wanted to declare that all the black soil should be used to grow food, because the crops that grow there are so delicious.

The watermelons here are sweeter than those from elsewhere.

Wang Xiao happily ate half a watermelon, and unsurprisingly, his bladder was about to burst, so he quickly went to the nearby public toilet to relieve himself.

She squatted down, and when she stood up and pushed open the stall door, a white patch suddenly appeared in front of her, accompanied by a pungent smell that hit her face directly.

Wang Xiao instinctively leaned back and kicked upwards hard.

She heard a woman scream, and someone lunged at her. The cubicle door blocked the attack, and the person crashed into her.

Then Wang Xiao's face took a tragic turn when the sharp angle of the barrier slammed into her forehead, and everything went black for a moment.

And then, that was it.

Xiao Gao and his friends were smoking near the bathroom when they heard the commotion and rushed in, quickly subduing the three women.

That's right, it was a woman who attacked Wang Xiao.

This is quite normal; only women can enter the women's restroom openly.

Even if someone wanted to dress up as a woman, it wouldn't be that easy in the middle of summer.

Moreover, Sergei and his team were former special agents; it was no ordinary person that could fool them.

Wang Xiao opened his mouth, wanting to ask who sent them, but everything went black before his eyes.

Ivanov nearly fainted from fright, repeatedly shouting, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you're bleeding!"

Wang Xiao was speechless. It was just a little blood on his forehead, why was he making such a fuss?

She bleeds much more than that every month.

Oh dear, never mind, I'd better get to the hospital right away. Although my forehead is hard, it shouldn't be too serious, but the bleeding is making me feel dizzy.

"Call the police! Call the police immediately!"

The woman being held down was still cursing, but since her curses lacked any useful information, Wang Xiao was too lazy to listen anymore and went to the nearby hospital to treat her wounds.

On weekends, only staff on duty are at the hospital.

The doctor, with his neatly trimmed beard, ate a tomato with gusto while negotiating with her: "Do you want stitches or not?"

Let's stitch it up; it'll heal faster that way. But we can only use local anesthesia, and it still hurts quite a bit when we stitch it up.

No need to stitch it up, just apply pressure to stop the bleeding and bandage it, but the wound will heal more slowly.

As for whether or not a scar will remain, any wound has the potential to leave a scar, regardless of whether or not stitches are inserted.

Wang Xiao didn't even struggle; she simply said she didn't want stitches because she was afraid of the pain.

The main thing is, she really doesn't want to see the doctor eating tomatoes right now.

That red juice looks so much like blood.

The doctor finished the last bite of tomato and quickly got to work.

He had a good impression of the Chinese people on the collective farm because his acupuncture teacher was the village's barefoot doctor.

His master was not qualified to practice medicine, but after he learned acupuncture, his salary doubled, and more people sought him out as their family doctor.

With this skill alone, his quality of life improved dramatically.

While he chattered on and on about his amazing master to Wang Xiao, he quickly and efficiently finished bandaging the wound.

Sergei and his team were equally efficient; after handing the criminals over to the police, they quickly returned to the hospital.

While Wang Xiao was still lying in bed under observation in the hospital, the news had already come back.

That's right, it's not that she has paranoia, nor is it her delusion.

She was kidnapped, but the kidnapping attempt failed.

She was the hostage chosen by those three women.

Why?

Is it because she's rich, a walking fat sheep?

Ptooey!

That would be an insult to their great love.

The reason they formed the Black Widows alliance was because they had an irreconcilable hatred for Wang Xiao.

This wicked woman actually sent her lover to jail.

Yes, their lovers were all key members of the Beijing gang.

Wang Xiao was not surprised by her fate. From the moment she decided to send these people to jail, she knew that she would most likely face retribution.

Given that she is usually surrounded by bodyguards, the only opportunity for the other party to attack her would be when she is alone.

The toilet is indeed a very good crime scene.

According to the Black Widows' plan, they would kidnap Wang Xiao in the bathroom, then have someone rape her, film her, or at the very least take nude photos of her.

This way, they would have something to threaten her, forcing her to find a way to rescue their lovers.

Otherwise, they will release these photos and videos to see if she can face the world again.

Indeed, many times, evil spirits are more vicious than tigers, and the methods women use to torment other women are more cruel.

Wang Xiao, who experienced school bullying, knows this all too well.

So she wasn't at all surprised by the various tortures the Black Widows might inflict on her.

She only wondered about one thing: "How come they confessed so quickly?"

Shouldn't they remain silent until they can't take it anymore and then have to speak up?

Sergei's expression was particularly subtle. He cleared his throat and said, "Because the translator told them that the first people to confess have a chance to have their sentences reduced. And if they don't say anything, then there's no doubt they'll be kept in Russia and imprisoned. If they confess honestly, they'll be extradited back to China."

God, he didn't know why Russia was so terrible, so terrible in the eyes of these three women.

Anyway, as soon as the translator said that, they immediately spilled the beans, telling everything in a rapid-fire manner.

After their lovers were arrested by the Moscow police, the women quickly lost their source of income and were even blacklisted by the police, who ordered them to leave immediately.

But they didn't want to go back, so they huddled together for warmth.

After much thought, they concluded that Wang Xiao was the one who caused all this trouble, and only he could turn things around.

They had considered making their move in the city center, but Wang Xiao only frequented upscale restaurants, except for shopping streets.

The former is Wang Xiao's stronghold; even if they had ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare to make a move rashly.

The latter is magnificent and opulent; without an appointment, one cannot even enter the door, making it a world beyond their reach.

In addition, they had to evade the police and had no money to live on.

Those damn Russian police, when they arrested people, they also looted all their goods and money.

Later, when they had no other choice, they heard that there were many Chinese people in the suburbs, so they rushed over and started working in the shoe factory, at least they could get three meals a day.

As a result, after searching high and low without finding it, it came to me effortlessly.

They never expected that Wang Xiao would actually come to the farm.

Isn't this like a fat sheep delivering itself to our doorstep?

The three exchanged a glance, discussed a few words, and immediately began their toilet kidnapping operation.

According to their plan, after using ether to knock the person unconscious, they would take them out of the window and then proceed with the next step.

Ivanov couldn't help but curse out, "Who do you think you are?"

Although due to limitations and various unforeseen circumstances, Wang Xiao still doesn't have a female bodyguard by his side.

But in fact, her security measures are by no means low-level.

The window the kidnappers had their eye on was actually guarded by someone.

All exits of such small, enclosed spaces are guarded.

Otherwise, why would the boss pay the bodyguards such a high salary every month?

Ivanov could only lament, "Your Majesty, why didn't you use the stun gun?"

She carried a small stun gun with her, enough to stun even an adult man.

Oh right, and the alarm system too, I hadn't thought about it today.

"I forgot." Wang Xiao honestly admitted that the first thing she thought of when she smelled the ether was to get away from the other person as quickly as possible.

So her legs reacted faster than her brain, and she delivered a powerful kick.

As for the alarm, well, the screams have already drawn the bodyguards in, so there's no chance for it to be used.

Ivanov muttered, "No, no, I still need to find you a female bodyguard."

It was terrifying. Those Chinese women were really thin and small. When they weren't acting crazy, you couldn't tell they were criminals at all.

The door to the observation room opened, and the village chief's wife, drenched in sweat and terrified, cried out, "Mr. Wang... are you alright?"

She heard that Wang Xiao had left with his face covered in blood; she was so frightened that she almost lost her mind.

Wang Xiao's face immediately fell: "I'm not good, not good at all. I have no idea when our farm became a den of thieves, harboring criminals. How did these girls get into the factory to work?"

A middle-aged woman in a blue jacket was dragged out by the village chief's wife, who scolded her fiercely: "You still dare to talk? What's going on? Aren't they your relatives from your mother's side?"

The middle-aged woman shrank back and muttered softly, "I... I didn't expect this either."

The idea of ​​relatives or anything like that is obviously a lie.

In fact, she met this person when she went to the city to sell things. The person promised to give her a referral fee, so she brought the person to work in the factory.

Wang Xiao didn't even dare to sneer now; the cut on her forehead forced her to remain expressionless: "Fine, very well. Do you think it has nothing to do with you? Anyway, they kidnapped me."

"No, no, no," both of them denied it outright.

Wang Xiao shattered their illusions: "Dream on! Normal people don't carry sleeping pills, do they? Sleeping pills used by kidnappers? Can't you all use your brains? What time is it now? It's summer vacation."

Don't you have any grandchildren or great-grandchildren coming to play? They'll drug the kids, drag them away, and sell them.

They would either have their heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys cut out, or be sold directly to a brothel.

Will you be happy then?

"How can there be people like you in this world? You don't care about a child's life or death at all, and you act without thinking."

The two women turned pale with fright and instinctively exclaimed, "No way?"

Is it really necessary to make it like this?

“Why not?” Xiao Gao retorted. “These people are involved in kidnapping and human trafficking; they’ve got blood on their hands. They’re greedy for small gains. They’ll sell you to a brothel, and then you’ll know what’s what.”

He wasn't bluffing.

There are brothels in Moscow now. Local gangs trafficking women to Europe and America for prostitution has been exposed several times.

Even in Moscow, there are Chinese women who are heavily in debt and forced to sell their bodies to pay it off.

Gangs are known for their viciousness and even more viciousness.

The village chief's wife immediately slapped the middle-aged woman on the back and said fiercely, "I'll make sure you can't resist money. Now you know how powerful I am, right?"

Wang Xiao gave her an even colder look: "So you think you're all above the law, huh? You can bring in any kind of scoundrel and it has nothing to do with you, right? What if they just start shooting your whole village and massacre you? Then you'll be all set. The factory will have nothing to do with you anymore, and your family will no longer hold any positions."

The village chief's wife was furious. How could they do this? There's no reason to dismiss someone just because of a disagreement.

Wang Xiao said expressionlessly, "If you don't want to do it, then get lost!"

Ivanov immediately chimed in, "It's good enough that they didn't hold your family responsible."

It's good that he was dismissed from his post; otherwise, the farm would have become the village chief's personal fiefdom.

The boss is the one who pays salaries, so of course he needs to appoint his trusted confidants.

The village chief's wife, with a mournful face, kept saying, "Oh dear, boss, you can't be so heartless!"

Wang Xiao simply closed his eyes, pretending not to hear.

The bodyguards simply saw him out; the boss needed to rest and couldn't be disturbed.

The door to the observation room opened, and cries and screams could be heard outside.

The on-duty nurse came over and said, "Could you please come and translate? This person needs to undergo a D&C immediately; we can't do it if she doesn't cooperate."

Ivanov asked curiously, "What exactly happened?"

The nurse shrugged: "It's nothing, she seems to have been kicked and miscarried."

Everyone present looked at each other, and then their gazes all turned to Wang Xiao's face.

Good heavens! That kick of hers was powerful; it actually caused her to miscarry.

Wang Xiao looked completely bewildered. A pregnant woman? She really hadn't noticed any pregnant women.

Besides, so what if she's pregnant? Just because the kidnapper is pregnant doesn't mean she should obediently surrender and refuse to resist.

If that's the case, she must be incredibly mentally ill.

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