Chapter 412 It's Beyond Resolve: Gentlemen, Have Some Confidence.

Despite his reluctance, Wang Xiao boarded a plane back to Moscow.

Because Diachenko had called her personally. The president's daughter also felt uneasy, so she naturally had to return to Moscow to comfort him.

Wang Xiao couldn't understand why such a small matter could cause Chubais and the oligarchs to panic. They were clearly people who were also at the pinnacle of power.

Especially with Tyachenko, the president's most beloved youngest daughter, she has already clearly sided with Chubais's team, so what do they have to be afraid of?

A father, a loving father, would never allow his beloved daughter to be humiliated or lose face over such a trivial matter.

Otherwise, how will his daughter, on whom he has placed such high hopes, establish herself in the political arena in the future?

Lyuba sighed, then hesitated, saying, "The KGB is not a simple intelligence agency."

How to describe it? The KGB is a force, a power, independent of the military and political spheres.

During the Soviet era, this terrifyingly powerful force instilled fear in all political and military leaders. This was because the KGB's actual purpose was to monitor and check them.

The entire bureaucracy hates the KGB, and their fear of the KGB runs deep.

To be honest, given that it's impossible for anyone to truly empathize, Wang Xiao has to admit that she doesn't quite understand the burden the campaign team is under.

But she still adhered to her professional ethics and flew all the way to Moscow, and then took a car to the Sparrow Hills Club.

More than half a month has passed since she stormed off in March, and the atmosphere of spring in Moscow is growing stronger every day.

More than half of April has passed. The sky is bluer, the grass is greener, and the new buds sprouting from the leaves are dyed with layer upon layer of color, becoming increasingly deep.

Not to mention the flowers that couldn't wait to unfurl their smiles as soon as they caught a whiff of spring: red azaleas, pink hyacinths, white apple blossoms, and golden tulips, each with its own unique charm.

The snow on the distant mountaintops melted silently under the sunlight and the warming air, gathering into babbling brooks that played a tinkling melody as they flowed down.

It truly is a beautiful sight.

Unfortunately, the oligarchs standing at the villa's entrance to greet her were clearly not in the mood to appreciate such a beautiful sight. Each of them had a solemn expression. There were seven faces, no, nine faces. In addition to the seven major oligarchs, there was Zverev and Boris Nemtsov, the liberal governor of Nizhny Novgorod Oblast.

Even with the two of them, the nine of them still couldn't form a complete smiling face.

Berezovsky forcefully mobilized his facial muscles, using the strength of his temples to forcefully lift the corners of his mouth, creating an expression resembling a smile. He quickly stepped forward to greet Wang Xiao: "Oh, Miss Wang, it's so good to see you."

However, Wang Xiao completely ignored him, opened her arms and hugged the approaching Dyachenko, complaining without any attempt to hide her feelings: "I'm only doing this because of you, otherwise I would never have stepped foot in here again!"

In March, when she stormed off, none of these people saw her off; instead, they gossiped about her behind her back.

What now? Shouldn't we obediently go out to greet her?

Just because you've adopted a humble attitude, does that mean I should give you a nice look?

Is it because your bowing is so precious that I have to give you special face?

NO! Once you start bowing your head, you'll do it again. Eventually, you'll get used to it.

Therefore, Wang Xiao had no intention of giving them another second glance.

Berezovsky smiled wryly. Good heavens, he shouldn't have offended a woman. He had truly witnessed firsthand just how vengeful women can be.

But he still had to put on a smile: "So we should thank the kind ladies. The world needs ladies to maintain peace."

The key to victory or defeat in this duel between their entire oligarchic group and Korzhakov now lies with these two women.

Wang Xiao did not respond to his words, but instead glanced at the guards at the villa entrance, all of whom were fully armed.

Following her gaze, Diachenko explained, "It's Mr. Punonin. Yura asked him, and he sent someone over."

Good heavens, if it weren't for the arrival of these guards, the people in this villa would have been scared out of their wits last night.

They were all afraid that Korzhakov's men would come and arrest them all. Chubais's assistants and subordinates were busy burning documents, and the room was filled with acrid smoke.

Fortunately, Major General Punonin agreed to Yura's request.

Wang Xiao gave a thumbs up in his mind. Not bad, Punoning chose the right time.

He successfully pleased Diachenko and made a good impression on Chubais's team and the oligarchs.

Even the president would appreciate his actions.

Because he took concrete actions to prevent the conflict from escalating further.

It is evident that Punonin has gradually demonstrated his political acumen and skills, and currently, he appears to have the greatest advantage in the next presidential election.

Therefore, she couldn't give up on Lydia; she had to find a way to win over the next First Lady.

Wang Xiao mentally bookmarked the page, quickly turned the page, and only praised, "Vlamik is always reliable."

She didn't intend to sing his praises at this moment, and immediately moved on to the next topic after finishing her sentence: "What about the three gentlemen? Mr. Korzhakov doesn't intend to support them long-term, does he?"

Tyachenko, arm in arm with Wang Xiao, stepped forward and sighed upon hearing this: "They were released this morning, but their situation isn't good. They were greatly frightened. The soldiers who arrested them were authorized to open fire at any time."

Only now was Wang Xiao truly shocked.

She had never dared to have any hope for Korzhakov's political acumen, but she never expected him to be this crazy!

Authorizing the use of firearms? Do you think this is a campaign to suppress bandits or a war?

Not to mention that the three arrested were not nobodys: one was Chubais's assistant, one was a banker, and the other was a tycoon in the entertainment advertising industry.

What kind of uproar will their shooting cause in society?

Even if these three are just nobodys, you can't just fire a gun.

To put it bluntly, the crime you've charged them with is theft, not robbery. The two crimes are completely different in nature; the latter is a violent crime.

From any perspective, you can't shoot a thief who's already been caught.

Wang Xiao couldn't help but complain, "How could he find so much cash in the box? He should have found drugs instead!"

That way, at least shooting at drug dealers can be justified.

Tyachenko smiled bitterly; she knew Wang Xiao was just saying it in anger.

How could those boxes of printer paper contain drugs? They were taken from the White House.

To say that there are so many drugs in the White House is to slap the Prime Minister in the face and label him a major drug lord.

If that were to happen, even the most good-tempered Chernomyrdin would lose his temper.

So, Korzhakov wasn't crazy at all; he was just desperate.

When Deputy Prime Minister Soskowets was in charge of the elections, he was an ally of Korzhakov, who also wanted to cancel the elections, which is why the latter was able to maintain his position.

However, Soskowitz has now publicly resigned due to the primary election vote fraud scandal, effectively removing him from the election process.

With no other options, Korzhakov had no way to stop the election through conventional means, so he had to take desperate measures.

Of course, Wang Xiao thought this was pretty stupid.

Dyachenko also felt embarrassed. After all, Korzhakov was his father's bodyguard. His stupidity only proved that his father's judgment was flawed.

To appease Wang Xiao from criticizing Korzhakov's foolishness in public, Diachenko quickly brought up another matter: "This morning I went to see my father, told him what had happened, and relayed your judgment."

Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

Tyachenko nodded, with a touch of emotion: "My father said that women are always the most perceptive."

Wang Xiao looked at her strangely: "Then why did you come back here?"

Yesterday, Dyachenko stayed up all night with them because everyone believed that even if Korzhakov was crazy, with the president's daughter present, his men wouldn't rush in and arrest people in front of her.

Now that Punonin has sent people to protect them, if they're afraid of being arrested if they go out, then they might as well stay here.

Why did Diachenko have to be implicated? Wouldn't it have been better for him to stay by his father's side?

Tyachenko gave a wry smile and explained softly, "There are some things that still need to be done."

This is a matter of attitude.

Wang Xiao disagreed and shook his head: "You spoil them too much."

And I can waste my time with them.

Before they knew it, everyone had returned to the villa.

Upon entering the conference room, Berezovsky, who was reluctant to get too close to the ladies' conversation, couldn't wait to speak up: "Miss Wang, is there anything you'd like to say?"

God, in order not to offend her and suffer her sarcasm again, he didn't even dare to ask: What should we do next?

Perhaps it was his cautiousness that aroused the ladies' innate sympathy, because Wang Xiao didn't argue with him. Instead, she calmly replied, "I have nothing to say. Tatiana has already completed all the work."

The bankers and political upstarts present exchanged bewildered glances. From last night until now, the most important thing the president's daughter had done was to stay by their side and act as their protector.

But they can't stay at the Queshan Club forever, otherwise what's the difference between that and being in jail?

Wang Xiao had to remind them: "Tatiana has already told the president everything, and that's enough."

However, the public still couldn't accept it, because even Dyachenko himself hadn't guaranteed that the president would severely punish Korzhakov; the president only knew what had happened last night.

She didn't even try to persuade the president to stand on their side and protect them.

“That’s enough,” Wang Xiao said decisively. “Everyone has their own job to do, and you’ve all done yours. The president won’t side with Korzhakov, so there’s no need for you to add anything unnecessary.”

The people present exchanged glances again. Suddenly, someone turned pale and muttered to themselves, "We shouldn't have let the TV station expose us. We should have held back last night. The president will definitely be unhappy. We shouldn't air our dirty laundry in public!"

It turns out that last night, unable to contact the president and with their colleagues detained by Korzhakov with no idea when they would be released, the media moguls—Berezovsky of Channel One and Gusinsky of NTV—made a snap decision and used their biggest trump card—television media.

They issued an emergency press release overnight, accusing the arrests of disrupting the election and trying to plunge Russia into chaos.

Berezovsky instinctively defended their actions: "The soldiers who were carrying out orders were innocent. In fact, after seeing the news reports, they realized something was wrong. Just like the August 19 Incident, they made the right choice after learning the inside story and ultimately let our people go."

Wang Xiao nodded and said casually, "That's well done."

Instantly, everyone in the club turned their attention to Wang Xiao's face.

They suspected she was being sarcastic; how could she possibly be praising them?

She must think they're being presumptuous, short-sighted, and eagerly handing their lives over to the Russian Communists.

Berezovsky's Adam's apple bobbed, and after subconsciously swallowing, he cautiously asked, "So how should we remedy this?"

Wang Xiao was baffled: "The news has already been released, what's the point of trying to salvage it?"

Her words only made things worse, as they made everyone's expressions even more complicated.

Finally, the liberal governor of Nizhny Novgorod Oblast, Nemtsov, simply raised his hands in surrender: "God, have mercy on us. Your Majesty, please tell us what we did wrong and what we should do next? I swear, we will all follow your orders, especially me."

Ivanov gave the infamous playboy an unfriendly look. "What's with calling me 'King'? Acting all intimate. We don't even know each other, okay?"

Wang Xiao didn't care about the title and shook his head, saying, "Gentlemen, please be more confident. You are the elite of this country, and there is nothing wrong with what you did last night."

The problem of subordinates overthrowing their superiors has always existed in the Russian military.

In 1991, the president relied on this very point to successfully stage a comeback and turn the tide against all odds.

If he can use it, then others can use it too.

However, to her surprise, perhaps because she had been so sarcastic and sarcastic in the past, the tycoons who had been so rebuked by her that they wished they could dig a hole and crawl into a hole had collectively become stressed and still couldn't believe that she wasn't implying something in her words.

Wang Xiao really wanted to roll her eyes. Was it really necessary to be so sarcastic? Could you even understand her?

"Alright, gentlemen, now that we've covered the results, let's get to the problems."

Since you bunch of masochists don't want to be praised, let's keep it simple and just get scolded.

"What are you all doing here?" She frowned, glancing around with displeasure. "I really don't understand. What are you trying to do, standing here wasting your time like this?"

Berezovsky, as the club's founder, knew he would be ridiculed, but he had no choice but to answer, "Korzhakov has gone mad, and we'll likely get arrested if we go out."

"And what about Mr. Chubais?"

"He went to the Kremlin to see the president."

Wang Xiao smiled enigmatically: "Then why don't you go to the Kremlin?"

Khodorkovsky couldn't help but blurt out, "Wouldn't we be walking into a trap if we went there? The Kremlin is controlled by Korzhakov!"

Wang Xiao wanted to give a thumbs up. Whether intentional or unintentional, Khodorkovsky's words could directly turn the tide.

As long as Dyachenko isn't out of her mind, and as long as she repeats those words to her father verbatim, then Korzhakov will face utter ruin.

Given such a golden opportunity, Wang Xiao naturally had to make his presence felt.

“No, sir, you are mistaken,” she said meaningfully. “The Kremlin has only one ruler, and that is our President. The rest are irrelevant.”

She glanced around and shook her head. "Gentlemen, this is not like you. How could you let Mr. Chubais fight alone out of fear? You should stand behind him and support him."

With that, she stood up abruptly. "As a media relations professional, I'm going to the Kremlin to campaign for my boss. Gentlemen, would you like to come along?"

The group exchanged glances again, and finally Nemtsov gracefully replied, "Of course, it is my honor to travel with the ladies."

The others realized that with the amulet as a protective charm, there was indeed nothing to be afraid of. Korzhakov couldn't very well arrest someone in front of Diachenko.

Moreover, even if Korzhakov were completely insane, if he really wanted to arrest someone, he certainly wouldn't let Wang go.

Given the king's abilities, if she were to be captured, she would definitely find a way to rescue herself and everyone else.

Just like last year's hostage crisis in the container market, didn't she find Punoning to solve the problem?

The men instantly mustered their courage, some putting on oversized coats, others fixing their hair, and prepared to set off.

Club staff rushed over, carrying two sheets of paper, and respectfully approached Wang Xiao: "Miss Wang, these are your faxed documents."

Wang Xiao glanced at it, smiled, and took the still-warm paper: "Thank you."

The assistant immediately handed a tip to the staff member.

Berezovsky, curious, tiptoed slightly and asked half-jokingly, "Is this some kind of secret weapon?"

Wang Xiao looked at the words on the paper seriously, saying, "Of course, I don't know what to do without them."

Khodorkovsky, being tall, had already glanced at the contents of the paper and frowned: "Madam, what does 'red panda' mean?"

This piece of paper seems to contain instructions for raising red pandas, including environmental requirements and feeding standards; what kind of strange things are these?

Wang Xiao, however, watched with great interest, already beginning to construct her own little panda paradise in her mind. She thought, "If I'm going to raise them, I'll raise several! It'll be so much fun when the little pandas lose a fight and cry like little whimpers."

"A red panda is a red panda, the cutest animal in the world."

Wang Xiao then turned around and warmly invited Jiyachenko, "Once I've raised them, come over and see them with me, they're a lot of fun."

Dyachenko nodded; she also thought the red panda looked quite adorable.

Of course, she thought Wang Xiao was even more impressive.

From the moment this East Asian businesswoman walked into the Queshan Club, everyone swarmed around her, watching her every expression, trying to decipher as much information as possible.

The moment she appeared, she became the true protagonist, the one who stirred the emotions of everyone present.

Tyachenko was genuinely envious. If she could do what Wang did without being the president's daughter, she would truly be able to stand on her own.

Khodorkovsky was going crazy. Good heavens! Why are the ladies always so clueless? They're in a life-or-death crisis, and the ladies are talking about raising red pandas!

The fax machine at the Queshan Club was for transmitting important documents, not for their amusement.

Besides, is now the time for leisure?

Berezovsky, with his eyes and ears open, noticed that his ally's expression was off and quickly spoke up before the other could: "Oh, madam, you are indeed the most loving person in the world. Raising a red panda is very nice, very cute."

Nemtsov also complimented, "Raising these requires patience from the lady."

He even laughed and joked, "Give a chicken to a man, and it will become a snack with drinks. Give a chicken to a woman, and she will turn it into a chicken farm."

Ivanov suddenly laughed beside him: "That's right, a lady wouldn't stoop to killing chickens; she'd choose to hunt bears. Don't you think so, my dear?"

Wang Xiao nodded, saying seriously, "That's right, I wouldn't dare kill a chicken."

She has never killed a chicken to this day, but she shot a bear in the heart.

Berezovsky, having been out of school for many years, really didn't want to do reading comprehension anymore, so he quickly called out to everyone, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's hurry up!"

Once in the car, Ivanov made his position clear: "You absolutely must not pay any attention to that Nemtsov guy."

It was truly like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, enough to terrify anyone, yet it still managed to send a flirtatious glance at the king.

What? You think you can climb the social ladder by using your body? Don't you even know if he's worthy?!

Wang Xiao was about to burst out laughing, and repeatedly assured him, "Okay, okay, I won't sleep with him."

If she slept with Nemtsov, wouldn't it be Punonin who would really go crazy?

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, these two will be running against each other in the next presidential election.

If she slept with Nemtsov, everyone would think that she was standing with the man on the bed.

This is the difference between men and women in the eyes of the world.

It doesn't matter who a man sleeps with.

Unless a woman is a sex spy, who she sleeps with represents her stance.

Look, prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain.

When the car arrived at the Kremlin, with Tyachenko leading the way, they had a smooth journey and went directly into the waiting room of the president's office.

Chubais was waiting for the president's summons when he saw this large group of people and was taken aback: "What are you all doing here?"

Wang Xiao smiled and extended her hand to him, saying, "Ladies are very loyal, how could we let you take on this alone?"

The men who followed were all embarrassed.

Berezovsky quickly changed the subject: "Anatole, how is it now?"

Chubais never expected the oligarchs to work with him; their relationship was merely a transaction of power and money.

So even though the oligarchs were wary and dared not step forward, he wasn't angry: "I don't know. Prime Minister Chernomyrdin has been arrested. I don't know if he will state his position, the White House's irreconcilable stance with Korzhakov."

At this point, he was no longer afraid that Korzhakov would put them in jail.

He trusted Wang Xiao's judgment; the president was capable of weighing the pros and cons.

Oh, then why are the oligarchs so scared?

Mr. Chubais stated that they were merely partners, and he was neither their therapist nor their mother, so he had no obligation to comfort them.

It's good to scare them a little, so they don't get too arrogant and think that no one can really punish them.

As for Chubais himself, he is now worried about one thing: "I'm afraid the president will raise it high and then lower it lightly, treating it as a trivial matter and moving on. I spoke with the president this morning, and he said there was nothing bad, just someone trying to steal money, and everything was normal."

He couldn't let the president treat it as a trivial matter, because they had completely broken ties with Korzhakov.

If someone is arbitrarily arrested, detained for more than ten hours, and terrified, and then the perpetrator doesn't have to bear any responsibility, how is he supposed to lead his campaign team in the future?

Everyone would be terrified, afraid of being the next person to be suddenly taken away.

No one can afford to disregard their own personal safety.

At that point, the entire campaign team would be completely finished.

At the same time, his political life also came to an end.

Wang Xiao shook his head and sighed softly: "It's too late, it's already too late. Things have already blown up. It's impossible to downplay it now."

Heavy footsteps sounded at the door, and Korzhakov, whom they were discussing, suddenly appeared.

Several oligarchs were so frightened that they immediately stood up, fearing that if he waved his hand, his fully armed men would pounce on them like wolves, pin them to the ground, and drag them away.

However, Korzakov didn't even look at them; his gaze was fixed on Diachenko, his eyes filled with disappointment: "Tatyana, how could you stand with these thieves? They are thieves, thieves who steal Russian state property! You should be protecting state property for your father and stopping these thieves from stealing any further."

Tyachenko's face flushed red instantly, his lips trembled, and he couldn't even utter a word.

"Sir, that's enough!" Wang Xiao couldn't take it anymore and glared at Korzhakov. "Tatyana has done so much for you, aren't you satisfied?"

She looked around, but ultimately decided not to continue yelling in front of Chubbies and the oligarchs. Instead, she turned and walked out. "Sir, if you don't want things to get worse, please come with me."

The meeting room is not far from the waiting room.

As soon as the door closed, Wang Xiao glared at Korzhakov again: "Why did Tatiana call me back from Sakhalin Oblast? You think it was because of those bankers? No! I just had a fight with them. Why should I be so upset? Tatiana won't make things difficult for me because of them. She did it for you! She doesn't want you to make the same mistake again because you are her father's most loyal friend. As a daughter, she doesn't want her father to be sad."

Tatiana covered her eyes with her hands, choking back sobs, "Please, Uncle Korzhakov, please stop, please, Uncle."

She hoped to move him with her tears.

Unfortunately, Korzhakov didn't want to listen anymore, glaring at Wang Xiao with eyes blazing with fury: "Stop with your sweet talk, I don't want to hear your pretty lies. Yes, the situation can't get any worse, so you have to stop!"

He turned to look at Diachenko. “I know what you’re afraid of. I know what we, the real us, are afraid of. But it doesn’t matter. We can still win the election without them. We can postpone it for two years. Two years later, when we’re fully prepared, we can hold the election.”

He pleaded earnestly, “Tatiana, go and persuade your father. Yes, everyone thinks they are very powerful, that with them, the election is a sure thing. But this is like drinking poison to quench thirst. Do you want to hand the country over to these thieves? They will destroy Russia! We must protect the country’s assets.”

Tyachenko still couldn't speak a complete sentence, only sobbing: "Uncle, this is impossible, we can't possibly stop."

Wang Xiao sighed, "Mr. Korzhakov, if you have any compassion, please stop. The President is already very tired; he shouldn't be troubled by this anymore. Sir, can you bear it? Can you bear to push him like this? Do you have to be so cruel?"

Korzhakov's pupils contracted; he knew what she meant: he shouldn't have pushed the president to the brink of a heart attack.

But who is the culprit causing the president so much distress and pain? Isn't it none other than these greedy businessmen, these thieves of the nation?

Korzhakov's face hardened: "The best thing that can happen is for you to stop."

“You can’t stop, sir. Wake up.”

Wang Xiao stared intently at the Kremlin's Grand Steward, oh, perhaps soon he would be the former Grand Steward.

“This is not Moscow in the 1970s. If the election is forcibly canceled, the most likely outcome is chaos.”

She pointed out the window. The April sun was shining brightly, and Red Square was bustling with activity. Some people were taking a walk, some were feeding pigeons, and children were running around laughing.

"If the elections are canceled, there will be no more people strolling or laughing there. Instead, there will be the firelight of spring and blood soaking the entire square. Moscow will descend into chaos, Russia will descend into chaos, and then it will fall apart like Yugoslavia."

She was so emotional that she was panting heavily as she spoke, “At that time, we will all become sinners, and those who did not stop it from happening will all be sinners!”

Korzhakov's facial muscles stiffened, yet he remained cold: "Madam, you don't understand war, don't spout nonsense. With just 30,000 troops, we can control the situation; it's not difficult at all."

"Is that so, sir?" Wang Xiao laughed angrily.

She truly admired some people's obtuseness. For a former KGB officer to have such a rigid mind was truly astonishing!

"Sir, are you sure the army will obey your orders? Don't forget how the lower-ranking officers and soldiers turned against their own side during the August 19 Incident. Freedom! What everyone is pursuing is freedom. Unauthorized cancellation of the election is depriving them of their freedom."

Korzhakov flew into a rage: "You're creating panic, you're spreading alarmist rumors, ma'am! This is not something you should be doing!"

Wang Xiao sneered: "Whether it's alarmist or not, you know perfectly well!"

She stared at Korzhakov, her eyes unblinking. "Sir, did you order the release of those three gentlemen you arrested? It seems not."

Korzhakov's face was absolutely terrifying; he looked like an enraged Godzilla, his fists clenched tightly.

That spineless coward Barsukov—it was he who single-handedly put this incompetent guy on the throne of the Federal Security Service, and he was also in charge of making arrests yesterday.

As a result, this weak and incompetent guy was actually frightened by a phone call from Chubais. After only a dozen hours of interrogation, he hurriedly released the man this morning.

Wang Xiao sighed, with deep regret: "Stop, sir. Times have changed."

Continuing to struggle will only lead to greater and more disastrous consequences.

There was a knock on the door, and the president's secretary came over to greet Wang Xiao and Dyachenko: "Ladies, the president wants to see you."

Dyachenko finally put his hand down, nodded to Korzhakov with red eyes, and walked with Wang Xiao toward his father's office.

Before entering, she softly asked Wang Xiao, "Is there really no way to salvage this?"

My father is so lonely. There are very few people who can stay by his side and actually talk to him.

So even though she was already fed up with Korzhakov, she still didn't want him to be kicked out.

Because by then, who will Father be able to confide in?

Wang Xiao shook his head, unable to hide his regret: "It's too late, it's already too late, Mr. President, there is no other choice."

Korzhakov's actions were essentially tantamount to a coup.

Moreover, he was not an ordinary staff member; he was the president's chief of staff and the president's personal bodyguard.

If any problems arise in this position, the president will not be able to keep the person in charge.

Otherwise, he would be gambling with his own life and the future of the country.

No politician with a normal IQ would do something so absurd.

Politics has no room for personal feelings. Politicians are destined to be lonely.

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I forgot to mention that the event mentioned in the article actually happened in history, but it occurred in June. These oligarchs were indeed quite frightened. The novel brings Korzhakov's actions forward. [Let me see] Because of Wang Xiao's involvement, the election situation changed!