Chapter 109 The Job Hunting Scene (Second Update)...
Xie Xuejun was rushed to the best hospital in Vladimir overnight.
Before being wheeled into the operating room, Xie Xuejun grabbed Yang Jianshe's hand and instructed him, "Keep an eye on that new Russian!"
Yang Jianshe solemnly promised, "I won't let him get close to Miss He! Squad leader, just focus on getting better!"
However, when Xie Xuejun returned in his wheelchair, he found that things were not quite as he had expected.
The green-eyed young man confidently reached out his hand to He Changyi behind the desk.
"I would like to receive an advance on my salary for seven months from now."
He Changyi didn't even look up, and said in a casual tone, "Buying albums again?"
Little Maozi said, "No, not this time. I'm going to Kirklov's concert."
He Changyi glanced at him, opened a drawer, took out an envelope, put a few banknotes inside, and handed it over.
"I must remind you that the salary you have received in advance far exceeds your working hours."
The young man held the envelope, but didn't leave. After thinking it over for a moment, he asked:
"If I kill someone for you, is there an extra reward?"
He Changyi lowered her head to work on the documents again, and said expressionlessly, "No. Also, remember to close the door before you get out."
With mixed feelings, Xie Xuejun watched as Xiao Maozi obediently did as He Changyi said, and even asked him in a friendly manner when he saw him after leaving the house:
"Want to come to the concert with me? I have a friend who can get an extra ticket."
Xie Xuejun: "...Thank you so much."
Little Maozi readily replied, "You're welcome."
Xie Xuejun: ...
He finally understood the hesitant expressions on Lev and Lermontov's faces when they mentioned Nikolai.
No way, how did this idiot even survive on the battlefield?!
There was another knock on the office door. He Changyi said unhappily, "I told you, there's no reward for murder."
"Wow, Ms. He, your business sounds like it's getting more and more dangerous."
He Changyi raised his head, leaned back in his chair, and casually twirled his pen.
Mikhail.
Mikhail took off his hat and bowed, his eyes looking up at him with a cunning glint in them.
"It's been a long time. I thought you had forgotten about me, this poor unemployed person."
He Changyi smiled and said, "How could that be? I have a very good impression of you. After all, no one else would give a warning a second before something bad happens."
She emphasized, "What do you say, my dear Mr. Raven?"
Mikhail's smile remained unchanged, as if he hadn't noticed the sarcasm in her words, and he cheerfully exclaimed:
"You see, just like I said, the crow is more valuable!"
He Changyi asked him with a half-smile, "You should have already seen my abilities, right?"
Mikhail said, “That was truly wonderful. You are far more outstanding than I imagined. I finally understand Andriusha’s infatuation with you—he really didn’t accidentally ingest some mysterious Eastern potion. If you don’t mind, I’m going to fall in love with you too.”
He Changyi said, "I still mind."
Mikhail was speechless, and the smile on his face could barely be maintained.
But he managed to maintain his smile nonetheless.
“Miss He, I don’t think you summoned me here to make fun of me.”
He Changyi said, "What if I say yes?"
Mikhail sighed dramatically.
"Then I can only try my best to be a good jester and keep you in a good mood at all times, after all, the sound quality of that imported tape recorder is really great."
He Changyi said, "You came all the way from Moscow to Vladimir, surely it wasn't just for a tape recorder."
Mikhail said, "Well, to be honest, I need a job."
He looked around at the spacious new office, then winked at He Changyi.
"You are my best choice."
He Changyi said bluntly, "You say that to every employer, don't you?"
Mikhail protested, "Of course not! I'm a man of principle! I swear I will never again make the same mistake of choosing the wrong career path. I will protect my resume as I would my chastity!"
He Changyi said casually, "That sounds very difficult, both for your chastity and for your resume."
Before Mikhail could refute, He Changyi asked, "Have you heard of the Golden Lampstand Fund?"
Mikhail's eyes darted around, and he said knowingly, "So, you didn't get any useful information from the new bodyguard, did you?"
He Changyi didn't say anything, but Mikhail comforted her instead: "Nikolai is an excellent assassin. His greatest strength is that he doesn't have a brain."
He Changyi: ...I don't know why, but I suddenly feel a little ashamed, as if she specifically hires mentally disabled people.
Mikhail said considerately, "It was indeed a good knife; even his brother couldn't resist taking it and using it."
At that moment, Nikolai was on the phone outside the office.
"Hey, it's me... I'm not dead... No, I won't go back to North Venice."
The furious voice on the other end of the phone almost burst through the receiver.
"Nikola! You promised me we'd start a company together and make money together! We're brothers!"
Nikolai replied, "No, I didn't agree."
The person on the other end of the phone started pleading again, but Nikolai, without any expression, calmly interrupted them.
“I’m not going back. You’ve made enough money, you should be content, and then go home to take care of your mother.”
After a while, he said again, "Yes, I knew it all along. You took the job, you took most of the money, you made me work for you... No, of course I won't kill you. Don't be afraid, you're my brother."
After hanging up the phone, Nikolai turned around and saw Xie Xuejun staring in disbelief. He shrugged, offered no explanation, and left.
Inside the office, He Changyi and Mikhail had shifted their conversation to the Golden Lampstand Fund.
"You guessed right, it was indeed the Golden Lampstand who paid someone to kill you, but they didn't expect it to fail. Nicholas actually chose a new master for himself on the spot."
He Changyi said, "You received the message very quickly. I remember there was no third party involved. It looked like you were specifically watching me."
Mikhail's gaze wandered.
"You have to understand, I was once a KGB officer, and there are some occupational hazard that can't be cured even if I resign..."
He Changyi didn't press the issue, and said calmly, "Tell me about the owner of the Golden Lampstand Fund."
Mikhail perked up again and said cheerfully, "You mean Trotsky? He's hardly a gentleman; he's just another lucky villain..."
Trotsky came from an ordinary family with no background or education. Before the league disbanded, he made a living by driving a taxi.
It must be said that the taxi industry in Russia is full of talented people.
More recently, there's the mathematical genius Roman and the oligarch-turned-politician Trotsky; further back, there's a certain dog-loving political strongman. In Moscow, a taxi driver without some kind of special skill would be embarrassed to even show his face in public.
Trotsky started as a taxi driver and made his fortune by stealing state assets. In this chaotic era, he successfully laundered his money and became a famous businessman, even qualified to have dinner with Mayor Mosk.
In present-day Oroqen, only thieves, robbers, swindlers, and murderers can get rich.
Trotsky wasn't a complete fool; he also had his eye on the lucrative prospect of privatizing state-owned enterprises.
Unfortunately, his fund always clashed with He Changyi's Baiyang Fund when choosing cities to raise funds.
And he could never win against them!
As a nouveau riche who made his fortune through illegal and criminal activities, Trotsky had a serious path dependency in problem-solving, and his methods were very simple and crude: if I can't solve the problem, can't I at least solve the person who raised the problem?
However, this time he ran into a brick wall.
Mikhail volunteered, "I'll kill Trotsky for you! How do you want him to die? A car accident? Poisoning? A heart attack? Suicide by jumping off a building is difficult, but not entirely impossible!"
He Changyi, however, said, "No."
She stood up and looked down at Mikhail.
"I need you to arrange a meeting with Trotsky for me. I want to resolve this issue face-to-face."
Mikhail hesitated and said, "Ah, you want to do it yourself?"
He quickly convinced himself.
"I'll pick a great spot for you! There will be plenty of props, adrenaline, and heart stimulants; you're sure to have a blast!"
He Changyi: "...You did indeed make a serious mistake in choosing a career."
Mikhail, ever the smooth talker, chimed in: "You're right, I also feel that my job in the KGB has limited my career development..."
He Changyi interrupted him rudely.
“I don’t know if the KGB ruined your career prospects, but it certainly ruined your mindset.”
"What I need is a normal room where we can talk, not a torture chamber!"
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Author's Note: Is this considered the second update? November will be a month of hard work, aiming for third place, striving for sixth, and hoping for ten thousand! (Fist pump)
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