Chapter 42 The Country Policeman (Completed)
The factory manager, surnamed Zheng, was short and thin, but had a protruding beer belly. He was a nimble but somewhat slick fellow.
"Making big money always involves taking risks. Expecting to make money while lying at home is just child's daydreaming. Miss He, you are a capable and talented person. It's definitely the right thing to do to learn from you!"
He even pushed his son in front of He Changyi, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and made him bow to He Changyi.
Factory Director Zheng's son looks almost exactly like him, slender and tall, except he lacks a big belly.
However, his temperament was completely different from his father's; he was very stubborn. No matter how Director Zheng pressed him down, he stubbornly refused to bow.
Factory Director Zheng was a little embarrassed and gave a dry laugh.
"Haha, young people are just shy..."
He Changyi was reluctant to accept the son of Factory Director Zheng, but the goods supplied by Factory Director Zheng were really good, of high quality and cheap, and there was no substitute. Moreover, he offered the longest payment terms.
well.
I never imagined that one day I would have to arrange for goods to be shipped in business.
The character was paired with a stubborn teenager.
However, it is said that this is already considered good, at least He Changyi did not have to pay social security and wages for the factory director's second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth... Nth mistresses.
Every single one of these homegrown private entrepreneurs should be thoroughly investigated and punished, then thrown into an infectious disease hospital and soaked in the highest concentration of disinfectant.
For the sake of the goods, He Changyi reluctantly accepted the goods from Director Zheng's son, Zheng Zhi.
After learning this news, a supplier in the same area revealed a little gossip to He Changyi—Director Zheng's eldest son was born to the village's first wife, and Director Zheng himself had already obtained his fifth marriage certificate.
By the way, it's said that Director Zheng has so many children that he could organize three Calabash Brothers rescue Grandpa's team.
He Changyi: ...
He Changyi was not surprised at all.
Q: When would a biological father not care about his own son's life or death?
A: When you have so many sons that you could kill them all.
A biological father is better than a stepfather.
He Changyi wanted to keep Zheng Zhi in China and introduced him to a job in Beijing so that he could support himself while staying away from his father.
But Zheng Zhi refused.
This child is stubborn, really stubborn.
He Changyi was in a hurry to return to Oros, and her time in China was limited. She didn't want to waste time talking, and since she was short-handed, she directly arranged for Zheng Zhi to accompany her on the shipment. Having learned her lesson once, this kid should be crying and begging to go back home.
To He Changyi's surprise, Zheng Zhi silently shouldered the workload that even adult men would complain about.
When the boy encountered the Huns who were robbing him with axes, he turned pale with fright, yet he still dared to stand in front of He Changyi.
"Miss He, run! I'll stop them! If I die, don't tell my dad that my mother's surname is on my tombstone. I'd rather die than have anything to do with their family!"
He Changyi was deeply moved.
"I can't agree to what you're asking for."
Even when facing the hostile Huns, Zheng Zhi still took the time to turn his head and look at He Changyi with a mixture of shock, disappointment, and disbelief.
He Changyi pushed Zheng Zhi aside and stood in front of him.
"You have to go to the police station in person to handle the surname change. I can only grant you leave; I can't go in your place."
Zheng Zhi: ?
Boss, is now the time to discuss the name change process?
The Huns were furious that these two wealthy sheep dared to blatantly ignore them, and they raised their axes to charge at them!
Zheng Zhi stared wide-eyed in fear, his eyes filled with the狰狞 faces of the Xiongnu people and the axe covered in unidentified filth.
Is he going to die here?
He'll haunt his father even as a ghost!
Just then, a loud, crackling sound like a firecracker exploded!
The Hun man braked suddenly, and because he stopped so abruptly, he almost chopped his own head with his axe.
Zheng Zhi was terrified and confused.
What happened? What's going on?
The next moment, he saw those demonic Huns put away their axes, face them, and slowly retreat until they were completely out of the carriage and could no longer be seen.
Zheng Zhi was even more confused!
He subconsciously looked at He Changyi, only to find her holding a gun with both hands in an exceptionally standard posture, staring expressionlessly in the direction the Huns had retreated.
Zheng Zhi: !!!
"Miss He, you...this..."
Zheng Zhi's words were incoherent.
He Changyi turned around and put away her gun, thinking he didn't understand why she didn't kill them all, so she explained.
"If we really kill him, we'll make an enemy. Just scare him away. We'll still be running on this route in the future."
Zheng Zhi: ...
That's not what I wanted to ask!
Seeing that Zheng Zhi was still staring intently at the Gloucester in her hand, He Changyi put the gun back in her pocket and gently shushed him.
"Alright, go down to the dining car and see what they serve today. I'm so fed up with instant noodles. Fried rice with eggs would be nice too."
Zheng Zhi walked toward the dining car with his eyes glazed over.
His beastly father actually did something humane: he found him an incredible boss.
With Zheng Zhi's arrival, the manpower shortage problem was temporarily alleviated.
By the way, Zheng Zhi officially changed his surname to his mother's surname after joining the company, and from then on he was called Geng Zhi.
He Changyi said sincerely:
"Your surname is good, it suits your face, and your given name reflects your personality."
This kid is so honest. No matter how much a customer buys, he can calculate it precisely to two decimal places and quote a price that is exactly the same, never rounding down.
Even though they couldn't communicate in the same language, he stubbornly held the calculator screen up to the other person's nose.
After discovering something amiss, He Changyi quickly transferred him to the warehouse.
Geng Zhi was overjoyed
It's so great not having to face that bunch of big-nosed, deep-eyed, smelly Russians!
He Changyi gave him a textbook on the Emei language and told him to study it on his own when he had free time.
Geng Zhi began to withdraw into himself.
Why do some people in this world speak with a rolled "r" sound?!
Why do words need to be distinguished as feminine, masculine, and neuter?!
Geng Zhi was trying to avoid studying. If he were really studious, he would have stayed in China to take the college entrance exam instead of coming to Russia to find work.
But he didn't dare tell He Changyi.
Besides forcing back the Hungarian gang with a single shot, He Changyi also demonstrated how to defeat Russian bandits and how to deal with corrupt police officers who were extorting money from him. Each and every one of these incidents was something that Geng Zhi, a greenhorn just out of school, had never witnessed before.
Previously, in his straightforward mind, women were either submissive biological mothers or seductive stepmothers. This was the first time he had ever met a type like He Changyi, who was quick-witted and ruthless. This completely shattered his understanding of women.
How could there be such a woman in the world!
Compared to her, her father was just a fool who benefited from favorable policies and would go bankrupt sooner or later.
Of course, if he really went bankrupt, that would be a great thing, worthy of setting off a hundred strings of red firecrackers all over the ground.
Geng Zhi's feelings were complicated, and he remained silent throughout the journey, only observing He Changyi quietly.
Upon arriving in Vladimir, Geng Zhi was already numb when he saw He Changyi skillfully exchanging pleasantries with the Russians in Ethnic Minority and easily selling off unsold inventory from China.
well.
There are probably women like that in the world who can easily crush most men.
Including him.
Without realizing it, my straightforward mindset changed from "This can actually work?!" to "I knew it."
Their adaptability is quite commendable.
He Changyi demanded that he learn the Emei language on his own, and Geng Zhi only dared to weakly resist with one sentence:
Aren't you afraid that I'll learn the Emei language and then go out to work on my own?
He Changyi was overjoyed upon hearing this.
"Really? Then you'd better learn it quickly!"
upright:……
Sorry, I almost forgot that I was just a sidekick that my dad forced me to come along.
Geng Xiaoge became increasingly withdrawn.
However, despite doing all the physical labor he did every day, his appetite increased significantly. He went from being able to break a matchstick with a single snap to being able to break a chopstick with considerable effort, which was a great improvement.
He Changyi's business in Vladimir City is on track. Not only are there retail customers who come from afar, but also quick-thinking local wholesalers who are actively seeking cooperation.
Although the initial trade volume was small and somewhat experimental, as long as the first cooperation went smoothly and both parties established a foundation of mutual trust, the trade volume would gradually expand over time.
The new company is thriving, and in time, its growth will surpass that of the old Mosk company.
However, it wasn't just local businesses that noticed this trading company owned by a Chinese man.
Others also wanted a piece of the shuttlecock's wealth.
That day, He Changyi went out to meet a client, leaving only Geng Zhi in the shop.
He squatted at the cashier with his textbooks in his arms. When customers came in, if they were just buying retail goods, he would handle the accounting, collecting money, and packing. If they came to discuss cooperation, he would communicate in broken Emei language, collect their contact information, and wait for He Changyi to return to handle the matter.
Under He Changyi's constant guidance, Geng Zhi finally learned to round down, which is commendable.
Just as Geng Zhi was meticulously seeing the client off as He Changyi instructed, he noticed two Emei police officers standing not far away.
Geng Zhi's heart tightened. He had heard of the notorious corrupt police in his country, but he pretended not to see it and quickly returned to the store. After thinking for a moment, he closed the door again.
However, the two policemen's eyes lit up when they saw Geng Zhi with his black hair and black eyes, and they headed straight for him.
"@#￥%&*..."
Geng Zhi's hearing was still at a level of guesswork, and he only half-understood the police officers' shouts. But his intuition told him it wasn't a good thing, so he waved his hands repeatedly and shouted through the door in broken Emei:
"Close down! Shut down!"
After thinking for a moment, he added, "I have no money!"
Upon hearing this, the two policemen outside became angry.
Are you kidding? Who in Vladimir hasn't heard of Jong-guk Store? It's said that the store is so popular that they send money to the bank in suitcases every day. Who would believe they're broke?
"Open the door! I need to see your passport; I suspect you're an illegal immigrant!"
"If you don't open the door, I'm going to lock you up in the police station! I'll count down to three, three, two—"
Geng Zhi didn't understand what the police outside were saying at all; he just kept shouting nervously:
"No money, no money!"
—I've heard that the Oroqen police are all greedy for money, and they'll leave as soon as they hear they don't have any.
"one!"
With a shout of "One!", the two tall, burly policemen exchanged a glance, then simultaneously exerted their strength, forcefully smashing open the store door!
Geng Zhi was startled; he hadn't expected the Russian police to be so thuggish. The child was dumbfounded.
"This is outrageous! How dare you barge in! I'm calling the police!"
The straightforward man was stunned and subconsciously protested in Chinese, but when he saw the police uniform on the other person, he realized what was going on.
Call the police?
Who should he call to report this to the police?
Aren't these two police officers?
At this moment, a younger policeman came up to arrest Geng Zhi, while an older policeman rushed behind the cashier without hesitation, yanked open the cabinet, and poured out all the cash inside.
He got angry very quickly.
"Hey, what are you doing? That's our boss's money!"
This time, he remembered to speak the Emei language, and because of his anger and frustration, he automatically gained a language buff, making him speak a sentence extremely fluently.
The older policeman glanced at him and muttered, "Confiscate the illegal gains."
Geng Zhi hadn't learned legal terminology yet, so he didn't understand what the other person was saying; he only saw that the other person was going to put all the cash into his pocket.
He became famous.
"That's our boss's money! Even if you're a cop, you can't just rob people outright! Are you robbers or cops?!"
The older policeman impatiently ordered another officer to hold Geng Zhi down, then grabbed a large bag and began looting the goods on the shelves.
Many people gathered outside the door, but they just watched coldly.
Geng Zhi was pinned down by the police with his arms pinned to the wall. He was both angry and anxious, and his stubbornness resurfaced.
Just as the older policeman was happily packing the cans into bags, he suddenly heard the sound of something tipping over.
He sensed something was wrong and immediately dropped the bag to check the situation.
Suddenly, Geng Zhi sprang into action, overturning the unsuspecting police officers. He grabbed a mop from the corner, held it upside down, and began to smash it down on the two of them without warning.
"I'll let you kick down the door! I'll let you rob me! What kind of cops are you? You're just bandits!!!"
The young man, with his brute strength, didn't hold back when he started hitting people. He swung the mop handle like a magic staff, and while it's hard to say whether he hit anyone, he certainly smashed a lot of things.
The store was small, and after Geng Zhi's wild swinging, the two policemen were too busy running away with their heads in their hands to even find a chance to draw their guns.
"Bad people! They're all bad! There isn't a single good man in the world! Foreign men are too!"
Geng Zhi smashed a stick while cursing his father, his speech a smooth mix of Chinese and English, almost like a simultaneous interpreter.
As the police dodged the batons while covering their heads, they wondered if Jong-kook's colleagues were also extorting money from the store.
The power generated by anger is ultimately limited.
As soon as Geng Zhi slowed down, the police seized the opportunity. One of them grabbed the mop from his hand, and the other kicked him in the back of the knee, instantly turning the tide of the battle.
Geng Zhi was pinned to the ground and began to curse:
"You heartless Russians, Sukabul! I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!"
Although the Egu police couldn't understand the Chinese part, they could understand the Egu part perfectly. Their faces immediately hardened, and they rolled up their sleeves, ready to teach this audacious Chinese boy a lesson.
Geng Zhi was lifted up and punched hard in the side of his face.
Next is the lower abdomen.
Geng Zhi bent over like a shrimp, in so much pain he couldn't utter a sound.
The older policeman, still not satisfied, raised his foot to kick again with his sturdy leather boot, when suddenly someone shouted sternly:
"stop!"
The visitor's Emei dialect was very standard, with an authentic Mosk accent. One could tell from his accent that he was from eighteen generations back to the Sha'e period, and was at least a member of the Plain Red Banner.
The two local police officers instinctively stopped and turned to look at the newcomer, only to find that it was a Chinese woman.
She wore a large, luxurious fur coat, a black fox fur hat, and a glittering diamond necklace was faintly visible around her slender neck. A gemstone brooch was pinned to her chest.
The woman was tall and had a striking appearance. Her overly ornate clothing did not overshadow her; instead, it accentuated her unique aggressiveness, making her resemble a mother leopard poised to pounce.
The police officers were inexplicably nervous.
The woman walked over unhurriedly, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor tiles.
"Let him go."
The policeman was taken aback; no one had ever dared to speak to him like that before.
The woman was already getting impatient.
She stopped in front of the three of them, raised her hand and gently touched the corner of Zhong Guo's mouth, wiping away the trace of blood that had spilled out.
Then, she looked up and casually glanced at the two policemen.
"Who sent you? Chief Karamazov?"
The police were puzzled; how did she know the chief's name?
The woman suddenly chuckled.
"I thought the director was unhappy with my gift, but it turns out to be two idiots who acted on their own."
The older policeman sensed something was wrong and cautiously said:
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we've received a report of illegal immigration and need to check the foreigner's passport and visa..."
The woman interrupted him without any politeness.
"An illegal immigrant? Do you think I look like an illegal immigrant? Or a stowaway hiding in a shipping container?"
As she spoke, the diamond necklace and gemstone brooch around her neck shone with dazzling brilliance.
The older policeman's eyes twitched.
He had only ever seen such a large diamond ring at the bureau chief's wife's place.
The woman said coldly:
"Listen up, I don't care who persuaded you to come here, or whether you're really here to check your passport or to make a quick buck, just get out of my shop with your people right now!"
The older police officers still wanted to salvage some dignity.
"Madam, this is my duty. Please show me your passport."
The woman stared at him coldly, making his hair stand on end.
She suddenly smiled softly.
“Good, very good. I will remember you. I will tell Director Karamazov everything about your dedication to your duty. He will be proud to have such a subordinate.”
The older policeman felt a chill run down his spine and almost took back what he had just said.
The woman had already taken out her passport and patted it lightly on his chest.
"Check, please."
The police officer felt his hands were trembling. He hurriedly flipped to the visa page and carefully checked it with his last hope, but found nothing wrong.
The visa is valid; it's a work visa. The visa on arrival also matches the actual place of residence, leaving no room for doubt.
The older policeman returned the passport to the woman, saying with difficulty:
“I also need to check his passport.”
But, there were no problems either.
The two policemen looked at each other, their eyes revealing deep regret.
Why didn't you say so sooner that you had powerful connections?
The woman admired her beautiful red fingernails with great interest, and casually asked:
"What else do we need to check? Business license? Tax payment certificate? Fire safety? Or health permit? Whatever it is, please tell us, and we will definitely make you 100% satisfied."
The older policeman said with difficulty:
"We have finished our inspection and will be leaving now."
At this moment, the woman was in no hurry to let them leave.
"But I don't know your names yet."
Her smile was radiant, yet it sent chills down one's spine.
The two policemen waved their hands hastily, their smiles more like cries.
"Please don't take it to heart. It's my duty to investigate. I wish your business will flourish like a birch tree..."
Seeing the two about to run away, Geng Zhi, clutching his stomach, struggled to his feet, pointed at them, and shouted:
"Boss, these policemen have stolen all the money from our store counter!"
The woman squinted unhappily, her gaze shifting back and forth between the ransacked cash register and the police.
The older police officer reacted very quickly and immediately put all the cash back in his pocket.
"We're sorry, we mistakenly thought this was illegal income. Since it isn't, we'll return it to you."
After saying that, the two policemen took off running, as fast as if they were chasing a Siberian brown bear that had just woken up from hibernation.
As soon as the police left, He Changyi immediately closed the broken lock on the shop door, blocking the curious and inquisitive gazes from outside.
She casually took off her fur coat and hung it on a hanger to the side. Then she carefully removed the jeweled brooch and diamond necklace that she wore for show and put them into a locked jewelry box.
After changing into her everyday work clothes, He Changyi picked up a broom and began cleaning up the mess on the ground.
With half his face swollen, Geng Zhi eagerly asked He Changyi:
"Boss, you really know the local police chief?"
He Changyi readily agreed:
"I don't know him."
upright:……
Undeterred, Geng Zhi asked again:
"So you have the business license, tax payment certificate, fire safety permit, and health permit you just mentioned, right?"
He Changyi said in surprise:
"How could that be? Apart from the business license, which is mandatory, everything else costs money. Where would I have the money to waste here? Didn't your dad teach you that?"
Before Geng Zhi could answer, He Changyi suddenly realized something.
“If he were willing to teach you, you wouldn’t be getting beaten up in Oros right now.”
upright:……
Boss, thank you for speaking so sincerely.
Realizing that He Changyi was lying to the police, Geng Zhi was both excited and worried.
"What if those two policemen find out you're lying?"
He Changyi waved the broom, not even looking up, and said:
"Do they dare to ask the police chief?"
Geng Zhi hesitated for a moment.
Even with his limited common sense, he knew that a normal subordinate wouldn't confront their leader and say stupid things like, "Hey, someone outside said you're her backer. Do you know this person? What's your relationship with them? How much have they given you?"
This is especially true when the subordinates are low-level police officers who extort money from shops, while the leader is the police chief.
If it's true, wouldn't this be like booking a fast train ticket to Siberia for myself?
He Changyi grew impatient with sweeping, straightened up, raised her chin, and pointed at the large fur coat hanging on the clothes rack.
"Judging from what I'm wearing, it would cost at least a million rubles. Do you think they'll think I'm just swindling people, or a genuine Chinese tycoon?"
Geng Zhi silently scoffed to himself, "That's because they've never seen you wearing a tattered military coat, looking disheveled and rummaging through inventory in the warehouse..."
But he had to admit that the fur coat was indeed magnificent and luxurious; even in dim light, the tips of every single hair still shone with a delicate luster.
The dazzling, iridescent light was breathtaking, like a living, breathing thing.
The diamond necklace and gemstone brooch were treasures he had never seen before.
The largest diamonds were as big as a fingernail, and the gemstones were equally impressive, with each facet shimmering with an expensive brilliance.
When Geng Zhi first saw her, he thought to himself, "This must be a treasure from the harem of the Emperor of E Kingdom." (The silly kid had poor grades and hadn't studied the history of E Kingdom.)
It's no wonder that those new clients who were initially skeptical of the boss's financial strength immediately changed their minds and wanted to cooperate after seeing his attire.
He Changyi also looked over and sighed silently in her heart.
well.
This is the only outfit I have left that I can show off in public; I sold all the others for money.
But sooner or later, she will buy back more fine clothes and jewelry, specifically to fool those fools who only respect fine clothes.
Geng Zhi was still a little worried.
"Boss, what if the police find out you don't know the police chief?"
He Changyi said lightly:
"Make it cold!"
"These rural policemen wouldn't dare come back even if they had a hundred lives."
Having already cleared Mosk's Hell difficulty dungeon, why would I be afraid of a small Vladimir City dungeon?
He Changyi had long been prepared for the local police to come and extort money from her, but she didn't expect them to be so slow. She had almost established herself in the local area when two young policemen who wanted to make a fortune finally arrived.
However, it's not entirely their fault.
After all, when it comes to extorting foreigners, the entire Russian police force combined can't match the professionalism of the Moscow police. They've reached a level of large-scale industrialization, leaving no transnational broker who walks right into their trap unpunished.
The local police were unfamiliar with this type of operation and reacted slowly, failing to extract a large sum of money immediately and missing a crucial opportunity.
He Changyi didn't just coast along in Moscow.
Although the death of Director Blok and the subsequent purge caused her painstakingly built network of connections to vanish overnight, few among the entire black marketeers could match her understanding of the government offices and her mastery of official jargon.
The Oros police have always been bullies who prey on the weak and oppress the strong, and they fawn over their superiors while bullying their subordinates. Andrei, being an endangered species teetering on the brink of extinction, can basically be disregarded.
As long as the local police know that she has powerful backers and is not some small vendor who can be easily manipulated, they will be afraid and back down.
Some ambitious individuals will even take the initiative to curry favor with the leader in order to get as close as possible to him and eventually achieve the grand feat of replacing him.
That's quite idealistic.
He Changyi did not intend to treat the local police chief the same way he treated Chief Brock.
On the one hand, the purge is not over yet, and who knows if this bureau chief will resign with three bows the next day.
On the other hand, she didn't want to completely replicate Mosk's path.
Path dependence is not a good thing, especially in these chaotic times.
Perhaps she can find a more suitable new path?
Although it sounds unbelievable, everything she does has nothing to do with following the rules.
Perhaps only change means remaining unchanged.
He Changyi, regaining his composure, said to Geng Zhi:
"Have you figured it out? If not, think about it again. I don't keep idiots around."
After hesitating for a moment, Geng Zhi finally couldn't help but ask:
"Boss, are you from Haishi?"
He Changyi: "Why do you ask that?"
To put it bluntly and with some hesitation:
“You say the police here are rural police… but no matter how you look at it, Vladimir is an industrial city, not an agricultural city, and it has nothing to do with the countryside!”
He Changyi: ...
"This is a metaphor! Do you understand metaphors?!"
Compared to the Moscow police, who operate a streamlined extortion and blackmail operation, the local police in Vladimir are nothing more than country bumpkins.
After all, they couldn't even dodge the silly boy's mop.
If it were Mosk, He Changyi would have to find a stonemason right now to fulfill Geng Zhi's last wish to have his mother's surname engraved on his tombstone.
Speaking frankly and from the bottom of my heart:
"The metaphors are really strange. Luckily, I don't have to study Chinese anymore."
He Changyi: ...
He Changyi gently placed the broom into Geng Zhi's arms.
"Silly child, you'd better just sweep the floor obediently."
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Author's Note: I'm so sorry, I have to kneel down in apology [crying emoji]. I've been having writer's block and have been trying to organize my thoughts. I've revised the first few chapters, and I'll try my best to maintain a daily update schedule from now on. Thank you all so much!
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