Chapter 208: The robbery gang is made up of people from Xuan Country, with hundreds of people...
Chapter 208: Trader
I seem to have some impression of this person, but I don't think we've had any dealings.
As for why the other party acted so familiar with him, only Xiao Zheng himself knew.
Yan Jiuru nodded politely in response without saying anything more.
Xiao Zheng looked a little embarrassed, and tried to smooth things over: "Well, you're busy, you're busy~"
It’s hard to even say when we’ll meet again.
After all, his qualifications are still far from enough to meet Yan Jiuru. Apart from the chance encounter today, he can only watch TV or visit Yan Jiuru at the unit below.
Someone called out, "Hurry up, guys! The elevator is coming!"
As they passed by, Yan Jiuru's eyes swept across these people and fell on two men, one tall and one short.
The two men wore two or three large gold rings on their fingers, wore loose leather jackets, large Russian military boots, and held brick-shaped mobile phones in their hands. The shorter one wore a mink fur hat, and the taller one wore a large Russian dark green double-breasted military coat.
He was dressed in such a weird way, but was obviously surrounded by several other people. I wonder how this Xiao Zheng got mixed up with these people?
The Great Wall Hotel is known as a five-star hotel, and the consumption here is second to none in Yancheng. A casual meal here will cost you a thousand yuan, which is really unaffordable for most people.
With a 'ding' sound, the other party's elevator left first.
Chen Yin then whispered, "Is that Xiao Zheng from your unit?"
"It seems he's a deputy director in the bureau below."
Chen Yin understood.
She whispered, "Those people must be the fastest-growing traders in Yancheng."
"I heard that if you buy a ticket to Hungary and take an international train to Moscow or somewhere like that, you can trade in clothing and other things there."
At this time, Hungary in Eastern Europe was visa-free for Xuan Country. Many people who wanted to get rich used their savings to buy leather jackets and other popular items in Russia. When they got off the train at Yaroslavl Railway Station in Moscow, they could earn twice or three times the money by selling them.
As for customs, Russia at that time did not care about these at all. Those with small quantities of goods would only be stuck at customs for a while, and the rest did not have to pay customs duties at all. Those with large quantities of goods would directly adopt the tax-inclusive customs clearance method. As long as the traders paid the money, they could enter the country without having to spend any effort on the procedures.
Yan Jiuru traveled between Kiev, Moscow and other places, so of course he had heard a little about the businessmen in Yancheng.
It’s just that the goods they deal in are not on the same level as Yan Jiuru, so they didn’t pay much attention to it.
After such a close contact today, Yan Jiuru frowned.
These people have dirty hands.
The smell is very bad.
But let’s eat for now.
***
The next day, Yan Jiuru was busy dealing with backlog work all morning.
In the evening, Li Zhonghua came back from delivering the documents. He shook his umbrella outside the door and took out a handkerchief to wipe the water stains on his clothes.
Secretary Shen saw it and asked, "What happened? Is it raining so hard?"
A large area of my coat was wet.
Li Zhonghua cursed in a low voice, then said, "A Crown car rushed through the puddle without slowing down, and everyone passing by was sprayed all over.
I was pretty quick to react and used my umbrella to block some of the rain."
Secretary Shen pulled off a towel and handed it to him. "You can't use this handkerchief to wipe it. You need to use a towel. Otherwise, change into another one. I have a spare shirt here. You can make do with it."
"Thanks. I have it in my closet. I'll change it later."
"It's a Toyota Crown," Secretary Shen touched his chin, "It's either owned by a foreign company or one of those nouveau riche companies! Foreign companies shouldn't be so unrefined."
Li Zhonghua's eyes flashed. "It's not a foreign license, the background is different, probably from some profiteer."
He remembers the license plate number and will check it later!
“These people are becoming less and less qualified.”
"Let's go eat together..."
The secretary was working in Yan Jiuru's outer office, and although the noise was not loud, Yan Jiuru still heard some of it.
He checked the time and it was time for lunch.
Yan Jiuru came out with a lunch box and said, "Let's eat. Let's go together. Xiao Song won't be back at noon today."
***
He often eats with his colleagues, and even more with his secretaries, and no one is shy.
The food in the cafeteria was good today. Yan Jiuru ordered two servings of braised fish fillets, one serving of stir-fried liver tips, stir-fried yam with black fungus, one serving of homemade tofu, a seaweed egg drop soup, a stack of steamed buns, and a big bowl of rice.
Seeing that he ate so much and still maintained such a good figure, Li Zhonghua touched his soft belly which had long lost its abdominal muscles and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Secretary Shen also pulled in his stomach and straightened his chest, trying to make himself look taller.
"Haha, don't bother. Comparing your figures with Director Yan is a waste of effort."
A colleague from the next door department saw this and patted them on the shoulders with amusement. He raised his chin and said, "Don't even mention you. How many people in this building haven't thought about training to be like Director Yan? They all gave up halfway."
"Might as well eat more, haha."
Li and Chen couldn't help but feel deflated. "Forget it, eating is more important."
Yan Jiuru was tall and had long legs. He had already found an empty seat and waved, "Come sit here."
***
In the cafeteria, everyone was talking while eating.
Yan Jiuru casually asked, "Is it profitable to sell goods on the street these days?"
"I've been away for a while, and it seems like so many people with a net worth of 10,000 yuan have suddenly appeared since I came here."
Before the two secretaries could reply, someone said, "Mr. Yan, you are lagging behind. Nowadays, being a millionaire is nothing. Many people are going into business.
If nothing else, you can earn several thousand yuan a month just by trading clothes in the south, and if you’re skilled enough in foreign trade, you can buy at least one car a year.”
"Nowadays, those who work are not as good as those who set up stalls, and those who work on the street are not as good as those in Xiushui. Even if Xiushui can make a lot of money, it's still not as good as those who sell leather jackets in the north."
"It's said that if you go out and come back, you can earn a Mercedes-Benz."
“Good fellow!”
"I heard it's quite dangerous. Just a few days ago, a kid from our neighbor's family insisted on going with us to make a fortune, but before he even got to Moscow, his goods and money were robbed on the train.
They said someone put a knife to my waist and threatened to stab me if I didn't give in!"
. . . . . .
Yan Jiuru listened to everyone chatting, thinking about something.
***
The next morning at eight o'clock, Yan Jiuru attended a commendation meeting held in a hall of the Great Hall.
Compared with previous commendations, this one was obviously much more grand.
Although there were not many spectators in the audience, they were all wearing military uniforms with rows of medals hanging on their chests.
Few of these people were in their sixties, and many of them were in their octogenarians. However, after hearing the host read out the achievements of those who were being honored, they all saluted to show their respect.
Along with Yan Jiuru, there were three other people who received the National Special Medal of Merit, all of whom had made silent contributions on other fronts.
The host did not mention their specific jobs and code names in real life, except for Yan Jiuru, who often appears on TV.
Leader No. 1 personally pinned the medal on his chest, took the initiative to shake his hand, and said warmly: "Thank you, Comrade Xiaoyan, you are amazing!"
Even the Demon Lord couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion when his efforts were highly recognized.
He kept saying, "It should be, it should be."
Finally, the No. 1 leader addressed all those honored: "Thanks to your outstanding work, our country has avoided detours and is able to shorten the gap with developed countries by more than a decade, or even twenty or thirty years. This is no small feat."
"To ensure your safety, the country cannot make your contributions public, but the Republic will not forget your merits. Comrades, the future world environment will be very severe, and we cannot let our guard down..."
The news broadcast that day only included one oral news report: According to our reporter, our country recently commended a group of outstanding workers in various industries who have made significant contributions to the country, and relevant state leaders attended the commendation meeting.
Not a single shot.
***
When Yan Jiuru presented a heavy titanium medal to Chen Yin, Chen Yin hugged him and shed tears silently.
Yan Jiuru quickly dropped the medal, wiped her tears with both hands, and said, "Look at this shallow eye socket, you're so excited that you're crying?"
"go!"
Chen Yin turned away and ignored him, but picked up the medal and stroked it carefully.
No one knew how worried she was every time he went on a mission.
Every difficult night I spent worrying about his safety.
Is there any special mission in the world that is completely risk-free?
If the raindrops don't fall on your head, it's a scene. If they really fall on your head, that's rain.
"So, your appointment has also come down?" Chen Yin put away the medal and composed herself.
Yan Jiuru lay on the kang with his legs crossed like a gentleman, his hands resting on his head, and said with a smile on his lips: "Well, I will hand over the work in the next few days and take office next Monday."
Chen Yin wasn't surprised. This was inevitable. Instead, she asked curiously, "Who's taking over? Deputy Director Cheng?"
Yan Jiuru shook his head: "Not yet."
"By the way, what about you? What is your position this time?" Chen Yin didn't get any clues and could only ask him.
"Guess..." Yan Jiuru raised his eyebrows and said.
Before he could finish his words, he was kicked, "Ah~"
Yan Jiuru pretended to rub his waist and muttered to express his dissatisfaction.
After being hit twice by Chen Yin's pillow, he finally confessed: "The country wants to merge the Commercial Bureau and the Ministry of Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation to form a new Ministry of Commerce, and I will be the Minister."
"Wow--"
Chen Yin dropped the pillow, grabbed him, and looked him up and down exaggeratedly, saying, "Okay, Xiaojiu, you've made a big step."
Yan Jiuru's eyes drifted downwards, and he said dissatisfiedly, "What a word you used, Director Chen. Are you going to tell me to stop talking nonsense next?"
"cut!"
Chen Yin followed his gaze, glared at him, and shoved him onto the kang: "Whether it was pulled or not, we have to wait until it's checked..."
"Hmm~ Are you...taking yang to replenish yin...my waist..."
***
The next day, Yan Jiuru mentioned this to his family while having breakfast, saying, "Just keep it to yourself and don't tell anyone else."
Apart from Chen Yin, there were only the grandparents at home. Xiao Si and Xiao Wu didn't understand these things and were just concerned with eating.
The old lady only knew that she was promoted, and she didn't understand the specific difference between director and minister. Anyway, it was a good thing.
The old man knew a little bit and felt light-hearted on the way to the martial arts gym.
Minister, in the past before the emperor, he would have been the Shangshu of some ministry, right?
At least he is a second-rank official!
There is really smoke coming out of their ancestral grave!
No, I have to go back to my hometown for the New Year this year and burn some paper money to report to my ancestors. . . . .
***
It is easier said than done to reorganize two departments into a new department.
The Ministry of Commerce has combined the existing Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation Bureau and the domestic economy of the Commerce Bureau, focusing on both domestic and foreign economies. The higher-ups don't want the effect of one plus one equals two.
Yan Jiuru was busy optimizing the new department and various businesses, and time flew by and it was June.
That day, he picked up the newspaper and glanced at some current political news when he suddenly saw a report about a major robbery on the K3 intercontinental train of Russia.
According to reports, at the end of last month, a K3 train from Yanjing to Moscow was repeatedly robbed by a robbery gang for six days. In addition to being robbed of their belongings, the female passengers on the train were also repeatedly raped by the criminal gang. Those who resisted were stabbed and thrown off the train by the criminals. . . .
This famous K3 international train starts from Yanjing, passes through Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia, and then arrives in Moscow. It takes 6 days and 5 nights in the city, crossing the two continents of Asia and Europe.
Because it passes through three countries, the security management of this train is also implemented in sections. From Yanjing to Ulaanbaatar, the train is accompanied by Xuanguo’s police. When it arrives in Ulaanbaatar, it is taken over by Mongolian police. Similarly, when it arrives in Russia, the Russian train police take over the train again.
In the past two years, many people from Xuan country have gone to Russia to trade goods, and this train has become a trader's train.
The profiteers make a lot of money, and even the dogs on the street know about it, and robbery happens from time to time.
But the reason why this time it is titled "Major Case" is really too arrogant.
Reports said the robbery gang was made up of people from Xuan country, numbering over a hundred people, who were armed with knives and looted each carriage one by one.
Not only did they rob more than 10,000 passengers of their belongings, but they also gang-raped attractive female passengers repeatedly over a period of 6 days and 5 nights!
According to the investigation, this was not the first time the gang had committed a crime. However, the previous robbery cases were not taken seriously after being reported, and the criminals became more and more arrogant. Sometimes, the train was even divided up on the spot by several gangs.
When they met other gangs on the train, they were bound to clash, but later they sat together and negotiated in a big way about which carriages they would take over and which they would be responsible for.
They completely treat tourists as fat sheep to be slaughtered.
The incident was exposed this time because one of the female passengers who was robbed, raped and raped was a reporter.
It is not known why the female reporter did not take the safer K19 train, but instead chose the K3 train, which is known to have poor safety.
The result was tragic. As expected, he was robbed and raped.
The report also said that it was because the Mongolian and Russian train police did not perform their duties according to regulations and did not get on the train at all, which led to a security vacuum and gave those people an opportunity to take advantage of it.
Yan Jiuru sneered, trying to fool people.
Big Goose couldn't even handle its own internal affairs, so how could it care about a train? Especially a train full of Xuan people!
People can turn a blind eye and watch the profiteers reselling supplies because the supplies are really scarce in their own country. As for whether the profiteers live or die after making money, they don't care.
But how did Xuan Nation allow these people to become so powerful?!
Yan Jiuru picked up the phone and dialed a number.
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