Chapter 87 What to do next (bug fix): You have completely offended them.
It wasn't until it was completely dark and snow was falling outside that Wang Xiao returned to the hot spring sanatorium in his car.
Throughout the journey, she was still reviewing the whole incident.
With a lawyer secured, each of the Chinese businessmen donated 5,000 rubles, totaling 150,000 rubles, which was used to bribe officials and influence Qiangqiang in his lawsuit.
The money is a small matter; the key point is that they express their attitude: they won't suffer in silence and will resolutely stand their ground to the end.
The landlord had also agreed that, tempted by the actual income from working at the store counter, the landlord and her daughter, along with the two high school students, would be happy to speak well of Qiangqiang.
Even if Wang Xiao and his group hadn't gone looking for them, the landlord's family still didn't want Qiangqiang to suffer.
After all, generous and trouble-free tenants are rare, and rental income is an important source of income for them.
The reporters followed the story closely, and both of them believed that the incident had strong practical significance and was a fantastic news topic.
But for Wang Xiao, this was not enough, far from enough.
However, for now, she has to take it one step at a time before adjusting her next strategy.
Back at the sanatorium, she was exhausted and hungry, feeling like she was about to have low blood sugar.
Dr. Chen and the others haven't returned yet; they must have had a great time today.
Wang Xiao grabbed a large cup of yogurt from the front desk, added some sugar, stirred it with a spoon, and started eating.
Previously, the sanatorium did not offer this service, but after Chinese tourists came, in order to fully demonstrate that customers are king, the sanatorium upgraded its services.
It's not that the sanatorium is being obsequious to foreign things; it's just that they cater to people based on their financial situation.
Foreign guests pay ten US dollars a day for accommodation, which is more than a thousand rubles, equivalent to a university professor's monthly salary.
Faced with such a generous customer, the sanatorium naturally had to do everything it could to provide the best service.
In fact, there is fierce competition among sanatoriums in the suburbs of Moscow, with each one trying to attract more foreign customers in order to earn foreign exchange.
If they focus so much on foreign guests, how can they possibly meet the vacation and recuperation needs of their own people?
Well, that's not a problem right now.
The fact that sanatoriums offer free or preferential treatment to their own citizens does not mean that they are generating electricity out of love, but rather that this part of the expenditure is borne by the state and enterprises.
The Russian federal government is currently struggling to maintain the basic living needs of its citizens, so how can it possibly care about welfare?
The companies that are currently able to pay wages on time are the best ones. At this point, what more could employees possibly ask for than a vacation?
What's both funny and heartbreaking is that a large factory did indeed arrange for its employees to come here for recuperation, as planned.
However, the employees firmly rejected the idea.
They were afraid that by the time they returned to their workplaces two weeks later, they would have already lost their jobs.
Therefore, under this background, if sanatoriums do not actively develop the foreign market and serve wealthy domestic residents, they will only face abandonment.
Wang Xiao looked the hot spring sanatorium up and down, mentally estimating its value.
Although the sanatorium is located in the suburbs, it is close to the center of Moscow, within a two-hour drive. Furthermore, Moscow's extensive metro system makes transportation very convenient, so it cannot be considered remote.
Its geographical location determines its investment value.
Even if the Russian economy declines further in the future, the country will still have plenty of wealthy people. And the wealthy will always want to enjoy life.
In addition, Moscow, as one of the world's most famous cities, attracts a large number of foreign tourists every year. They would likely also be interested in the sanatoriums left over from the Soviet era.
Yes, this place needs to be renovated to provide better facilities.
When necessary, we can introduce wellness programs that are currently popular internationally.
I just don't know when the sanatorium will be privatized.
We need to find out more about it so we can act sooner.
As for the resettlement of the existing staff of the sanatorium, Wang Xiao didn't see it as a problem at all.
She felt the employees here were doing a good job and adjusting their mindset quickly. After further training, they should be able to handle the new job.
Wang Xiao ate his yogurt with added sugar in a casual manner while pondering his next investment plan.
When someone stood in front of her, looking at her with concern, she didn't even realize it, and just blankly raised her head.
"Wang Xiao, are you alright?"
Hey, buddy.
Why are you still here? Haven't you gone home?
Wang Xiao's face lit up instantly, but then her expression fell in an instant. She looked aggrieved, and spoke in a coquettish voice, as sticky as freshly made malt candy.
"No, I want a kiss, I want a hug."
Lifting her up high is one thing, but she doesn't like the feeling of not having control over the situation.
Wu Haoyu smiled and reached out to hug her: "Can you walk?"
Wang Xiao replied without hesitation, "My legs are weak, I can't walk."
Wu Haoyu laughed, his chests vibrating against Wang Xiao's, sending a tingling sensation through Wang Xiao's thick coat.
The receptionist winked at her and blew her a kiss.
Wang Xiao put a finger to her lips and winked at the other person: "A secret."
The young lady immediately made an OK sign, and her smile became even brighter.
Sanatoriums are often considered romantic getaways, and anyone can spend a wonderful night there.
As soon as Wang Xiao entered the room, he tackled Wu Haoyu to the ground, making Wu Haoyu worry: "Do you want to eat something?"
Wang Xiao sat on his waist and abdomen, reaching out to resist his lips: "I want to eat now."
Unfortunately, probably because she spent the New Year in Moscow, she neither worshipped her ancestors nor prayed to the gods, so no one, including heaven, earth, ghosts, or spirits, protected her.
Just as the atmosphere in the room was perfect and things seemed to be going smoothly, there was another knock on the door.
Wang Xiao really wanted to kill someone. If she had a knife, he would definitely have used Li Xunhuan's Flying Dagger.
Damn it, is this ever going to end?!
Who is it?
"It's me, Tang Yicheng." The young man outside was very excited. "Wang Xiao, open the door! I brought you something nice."
Wang Xiao just wanted him to disappear on the spot.
Unfortunately, Tang Yicheng was not the type of person who could understand what she was saying, and he just happily urged her, "You'll be happy when you see it."
There was no way Wang Xiao could get into the zone, no matter how fiercely he tried to engage with Tang Seng through the door.
She could only wrap herself in a thick bathrobe, angrily opened the door, and blocked the other person's view inside: "Why are you here?"
For a moment, Tang Yicheng wondered if he was very unpopular.
But in less than half a second, he quickly processed it himself.
Wang Xiao was definitely complaining that he arrived too late.
Tang Yicheng quickly explained, "Strawberries? They're strawberries grown in greenhouses near Zhimen. They're growing now, and they're huge and incredibly sweet."
He had already gone to the airport to buy a ticket, but when he heard there were strawberries, he couldn't resist going to the greenhouse to pick them, and then missed his flight, which delayed him until now.
Wang Xiao opened the door and saw bright red strawberries in a bowl, emitting a rich, sweet aroma.
Tang Yicheng reached into his pocket again: "Hey, hey, here you go, a peace charm. It's from an old temple in our county, not famous, but the charms are very effective. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, my family burned incense and prayed for a charm, so I rushed over."
He rambled on for a while before suddenly remembering to ask, "Hey, are you sleepy? Why are you going to bed so early?"
"You're only just realizing it?" Wang Xiao just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible. "Alright, I'm going to sleep."
"Hey, eat before you go to sleep. These strawberries don't keep well, and the Russian houses are so hot."
His response was a loud slam of the door shut.
Tang Yicheng guessed he was just grumpy when he woke up, touched his nose and left.
Wang Xiao turned around and saw the handsome young man with smiling eyes; she was speechless.
Oh well, we have to rebuild the atmosphere again.
This is where real toys fall short; you can't directly control the switch and get into character in a second.
Wu Haoyu asked with a smile, "Is the strawberry a variety imported from Japan?"
He only started eating strawberries in winter after he started working at the embassy. The taste was much better than the small strawberries available in summer.
Wang Xiao placed the plastic basin on the bedside table and nodded: "Probably, it seems to have been hybridized."
She picked up a strawberry, bit it between her lips and teeth, offered it to the person, and winked at them.
It's so greasy, but she wanted to get it over with quickly, so she had to resort to strong medicine.
Unfortunately, after they finished eating a strawberry and were getting intimate, there was another knock on the door.
Damn it!
Today is truly a day of conflicting horoscopes.
Wang Xiao finally lost his temper: "Tang Yicheng, you better get what's coming to you."
Ivanov called out to her joyfully, "Your Majesty, it's me, it's me! How are you today?"
It's so young when you're not around.
Wang Xiao was too lazy to open the door: "Go away, go away, don't bother me."
However, Ivanov had an assist: Chen Yanqiu was outside shouting, "Xiaoxiao, get up and eat before you sleep, don't ruin your stomach."
Wang Xiao could get rid of Ivanov, but she didn't have the courage to say no to Dr. Chen. She could only plead pitifully, "Mom, can't you just let me sleep?"
"No." Dr. Chen strictly adhered to health principles. "Don't think you can be careless just because you're young. If your stomach gets damaged later, you won't be able to absorb any nutrients, and your body will collapse. Get up, get up, hurry up. We already eat late, don't delay others from finishing their work and getting off."
What could Wang Xiao do but get up from the boy's body with a long face?
Wu Haoyu should have been angry; anyone would be angry if something like this happened at the "Immortals' Appointment" event.
But now he was laughing so hard he was shaking, which made Wang Xiao feel very suffocated. She glared at him fiercely.
Laugh, laugh, what's so funny? Whether it gets hard or soft or soft and hard again, you're the one who suffers.
She went out dressed neatly with a blank expression, only to find Ivanov still waiting at her door.
The man winked at her and earnestly advised, "Hey, Your Majesty, take it easy."
Look at the clock on the wall, what time is it now? If this continues, it won't be a juicer anymore, it'll be a dryer, draining people dry.
Why did Ivanov come to the sanatorium so late at night? He used the excuse of entertaining his business partners and family to escape from his bed.
Otherwise, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to get out of bed.
Wang Xiao rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth: "I haven't done anything yet."
Ivanov was surprised and then looked suspiciously at Wu Haoyu, who followed behind him.
Surely not? She's a bit thin, but she's not that bad.
Don't talk about how no feelings were developed or anything like that. That's bullshit. Don't men understand men?
Any normal man in the world, as long as he is not yet taken, would never refuse a beautiful and alluring woman.
Although Wang was a bit fierce and domineering, she was undeniably beautiful by any racial standard of beauty.
Wang Xiao became increasingly annoyed: "What kind of look is that? What do you mean by that?"
Do you doubt my judgment?
"I just got back less than half an hour ago," Wang Xiao explained, feeling too ashamed to even begin to describe her terrible day.
Ivanov's joking expression vanished, replaced by rage: "These bastards."
That's right, your own people always know you best. He immediately concluded that the police were trying to extort money from him.
That's right, their original intention was not to insist that the Chinese drug dealers were involved in drug crimes, but to use this as a pretext to extort money from them and force them to pay for their lives.
Unexpectedly, Qiangqiang was too honest and didn't understand their intentions at all. He refused to admit anything and was dragged to the police station.
Then they ran into Wang Xiao and his group, which really escalated the matter.
“I don’t think it’s big enough,” Wang Xiao said seriously. “We have to go all out this time, otherwise this kind of thing will never end.”
Her idea was to approach it from two directions.
One was to mobilize the entire group of speculators in Moscow—not just those from China, but all speculators—to make them aware of the crisis and rise up against the police's false accusations.
Another tactic is aimed at the citizens of Moscow, to make everyone aware that once the legal authorities taste success, they will follow suit, expanding the scope of those framed, until ultimately no one can escape unscathed.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at the restaurant.
During the Soviet era, all employees who came to the sanatorium for vacation had to strictly adhere to the schedule.
But now, sanatoriums have proactively transformed into hotels and restaurants.
So even though it's almost 9 p.m., the long dining table is still fully occupied.
There was milk, bread, and salad. The soup was steaming hot, and the main dishes included flatbread and large pies, as well as chunks of aspic and a large bowl of braised beef.
The waiter apologized to them, explaining that the chef had already left for the day, otherwise there would have been more skewers.
Dr. Chen and the others didn't mind at all; on the contrary, they were quite embarrassed that they had returned so late.
Today they not only watched the circus performance, but also a ballet. Although they didn't understand anything about what was being danced, it was still quite beautiful.
Chen Jingjing excitedly grabbed her sister's arm: "Sis, that's amazing! They even tamed a tiger!"
My God, her heart was pounding when she saw it.
But a tiger isn't a giant panda like Bas.
However, what impressed her most was the aerial acrobat. Looking at him, she doubted whether there really was such a thing as light-footed kung fu in the world, otherwise how could people fly around like that without being afraid of falling down?
She was so excited that she forgot to take pictures.
She decided to go again; with the photos, her "Travelogue of Moscow" would surely be even more popular if it were published in the newspaper.
Chen Jingjing chattered on for a while before looking suspiciously at Wu Haoyu, who followed Wang Xiao into the restaurant.
Who is this? Why is he eating with them?
Dr. Chen recognized him first: "Oh, Mr. Wu, you're here on vacation too? What a coincidence!"
Ivanov was practically dying of laughter. "We were never meant to be, it was all thanks to me that we were brought together. Of course it's a coincidence."
He nodded vigorously, as if it were a serious matter: "Yes, yes, yes, fate brings us together even from a thousand miles away."
Wang Xiao kicked him under the table, and he calmed down a bit.
Wu Haoyu seemed quite at ease; he even remembered to bring out the bowl of strawberries.
Chen Yanqiu had subconsciously assumed that the bowl of strawberries was given to him by Tang Yicheng, and he wasn't surprised.
They're an official at the embassy; it won't hurt to build a good relationship with them.
Tang Yicheng was completely confused. He had clearly given it to Wang Xiao so that she wouldn't forget to eat it before going to bed.
Could it be that Wang Xiao wanted to sleep and couldn't eat, and was afraid the strawberries would spoil, so she gave them to Mr. Wu from the Japanese embassy?
By the way, isn't he from the Tokyo embassy? How did he end up in Moscow?
Wang Xiao had already taken a knife and started peeling strawberries into the yogurt, then added a spoonful of white sugar and stirred. And just like that, delicious strawberry yogurt with fruit pieces was born.
Chen Yanqiu found it truly an eyesore.
She won't eat a proper, hot meal; instead, she'll eat all sorts of random snacks.
Wang Xiao refused to admit it: "Didn't you say that yogurt is nutritious, and that I should eat more fruit? I listened to you, didn't I?"
Dr. Chen glared at her: "You're full of twisted logic."
When she met the guests again, she smiled and said, "Oh, Mr. Wu, what a coincidence. Thank you for always taking care of my Xiaoxiao."
Wang Xiao's heart pounded with alarm bells, fearing that Dr. Chen would keep asking questions endlessly. She quickly leaned in to whisper, "Mom, they've been living abroad for a long time, and they're used to not talking while eating."
Dr. Chen curled her lip; she thought it was all nonsense.
She watched foreigners on TV attending those buffet-style parties, and they were still carrying food and drinks, talking to people all over the place.
However, since his daughter wanted to build a good relationship with them, and for the sake of his career, Dr. Chen was quite flexible and immediately greeted everyone with a smile: "Let's eat, let's eat, the food here is really good."
Tang Yicheng also praised, "I think their food is delicious."
The group of people were having a lively time and quickly devoured all the food.
Wang Xiao ate some strawberry yogurt and half a piece of bread, but dared not eat any more, afraid that it would upset her stomach.
As everyone wiped their mouths and left the restaurant, Chen Yanqiu felt she should express her concern one more time: "Mr. Wu, which room are you staying in?"
This is a sanatorium, just like a hospital, with multi-person rooms, double rooms, and single rooms.
But I didn't see any of his companions. Could it be that he came to stay at the sanatorium all by himself?
Wu Haoyu's smile remained unchanged: "I just arrived this afternoon and haven't arranged a room yet."
To be clear, he didn't know which room Wang Xiao wanted him to stay in.
Wang Xiao quickly replied, "Then I'll get you a room."
Just as she was about to find an excuse to take the person to the room, Dr. Chen happily took her arm and asked her to come inside and try on the necklace.
They went shopping at a big mall today, and she thought there was a necklace that looked really nice and would be perfect for their Xiaoxiao.
Good heavens, Wang Xiao finally managed to get the energetic Dr. Chen out of the house by pretending that he was really tired.
If I listen to her rambling on any longer, she'll really fall asleep.
Finally, when the noise outside gradually subsided and only the dim corridor lights silently guarded the night, she quickly wrapped herself in her bathrobe and ran to her boyfriend's door, knocking on it.
Who is it?
"Little bunny, open the door."
The door opened, and Wang Xiao pounced on her like a teddy bear, kissed her, and praised, "So good."
Wu Haoyu felt something was off, but there was no time to think about it, because Wang Xiao acted decisively.
She wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if she didn't eat him.
Unfortunately, although she did eat it, she didn't get a good night's sleep.
It has to be said that young people are full of energy and easily provoked.
Unfortunately, for her, theoretical experience far outweighed practical experience.
The consequence of one night of indulgence was that in the end she had to beg for mercy, repeatedly begging the young man to spare her life.
But whether or not they were forgiven, well, no matter if it's between men and women, men and men, or women and women, you can't take what they say in bed seriously.
On the morning of the third day of the Lunar New Year, Wang Xiao seriously suspected that he had not been replenishing his yin with yang energy, but had instead encountered a male fox spirit who had directly replenished his yang with yin energy.
It was so much fun!
Wang Xiao struggled to his feet, supporting his back, and reflected on himself, realizing that he had been too neglecting exercise since transmigrating into the book.
I won't say I'll pick up yoga again, but I definitely need to work on my Eight Pieces of Brocade exercises more.
One repetition in the morning and one in the evening is simply not enough.
Wu Haoyu smiled and reached out to help her up, kindly suggesting, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Wang Xiao refused outright: "No, I have something to do today."
She regretted her lack of self-control last night, overestimating herself and underestimating others.
We must learn from this experience next time.
She struggled to move her body; she needed to take a shower first.
We partied until midnight last night and were too exhausted to move, so we just cuddled together and fell asleep.
She needs a good wash now.
As soon as Wang Xiao opened the bathroom door, she heard a knock on the door next door. Dr. Chen called out in a low voice, "Xiao Xiao, get up and eat breakfast. You must eat breakfast."
Mother, you really are my mother.
Couldn't you let your daughter sleep in on the third day of the Lunar New Year? Why did you have to wake her up for breakfast?
The key issue was that Dr. Chen was starting to panic when he didn't hear a response: "Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao..."
Xiang Dong's voice came from outside again: "I'll go to my room to make a phone call."
Wang Xiao felt a chill run down his spine; was he about to be caught in the act of adultery?
Bah! What kind of treachery is this?
If I'm going to die and no one answers the phone, Dr. Chen will definitely keep pressing me for answers.
Fortunately, Wu Haoyu was kind enough to go out and casually asked, "Have you eaten yet? I saw Wang Xiao go downstairs earlier."
Dr. Chen was finally relieved.
Being a doctor for a long time can lead to occupational hazards, such as constantly worrying about accidents happening to family members.
For example, a person might suddenly develop a hidden illness while sleeping.
Other young girls don't face this risk. Illness can happen at any age.
She once encountered a young female worker whose corpus luteum ruptured after using the toilet. She didn't understand what happened; she just felt a bit of abdominal pain and went to bed.
As it turned out, if her colleague, who was off the night shift, hadn't noticed something was wrong when she got back to the dormitory and couldn't wake her up, and hadn't rushed her to the hospital, she would have lost her life due to a ruptured corpus luteum and internal bleeding.
Dr. Chen and Xiang Dong both went downstairs.
Wu Haoyu then knocked on the door to comfort Wang Xiao: "It's alright now."
Wang Xiao quickly finished showering, went outside and kissed him on the cheek: "Thanks!", then hurriedly ran back to her room to change into a new outfit.
Oh dear, I have to admit that indulging in sex really does take its toll. She felt like her back was going to break when she bent over to put on her shoes.
The most dangerous part is going down the stairs; it's a huge test of human nature.
Wu Haoyu looked around and offered, "Let me carry you down."
"No need," Wang Xiao refused decisively.
It was already broad daylight, and there were so many people coming and going that she didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.
She struggled up one flight of stairs and bumped into Tang Yicheng, who had finished exercising, showered, and was drying himself with a towel as he came out.
Seeing this, he was incredibly curious: "What happened to you? Did someone beat you up?"
Ivanov came out of the next room and, seeing the situation, immediately understood. He teased, "Yes, there was a fight, and more than one."
Wang Xiao gave him a death stare and casually replied, "I did aerobics yesterday, it was too intense. Never mind, I won't do it next time."
Tang Yicheng was quickly distracted and advised her, "You're just too impatient. You can't expect to get fat in one bite. Take it slow and proceed step by step."
Perhaps because Ivanov was there, he subconsciously spoke in Russian.
Then Ivanov, that shameless fellow, immediately burst into laughter: "How could she possibly hold back?"
Wang Xiao wanted to slap him to death and tell him to shut up!
"By the way, has today's newspaper arrived?"
Ivanov glanced at his watch: "We should be here. What, it's already in the newspapers?"
"It should be." Wang Xiao ignored her aching back and legs and strode towards the restaurant.
There's a newspaper stand there, with daily updates of newspapers, where people recuperating here can enjoy themselves at will.
This is actually quite attractive to Muscovites today, as the circulation of major newspapers in the former Soviet Union has shrunk dramatically as newsprint prices have skyrocketed.
After all, people are willing to pay 30 percent more for bread, but not for a newspaper.
Wang Xiao opened the newspaper she wanted. The slogan "Workers of the world, unite!" and Lenin's portrait, which used to appear on the front page every day, had been replaced by advertisements since November of last year.
However, the newspaper's news content remains sharp even in Moscow today, because it focuses on social issues.
The news she was looking for was on page three, not a small news item, but a lengthy report that took up a third to a half of the page.
Ivanov craned his neck to look and unconsciously read aloud, "Honest people can't survive in this country."
This is what the reporter said to Qiangqiang's landlady during an interview.
According to her, Qiangqiang, who came from the East, was an honest and upright person who was always quiet and had almost no other social activities except for diligently setting up a stall at the free market.
"He doesn't go to casinos, nor does he watch those messy pornographic shows. After he finishes setting up his stall, he will quietly read books, books by Leo Tolstoy, such as 'War and Peace' and 'Resurrection'."
He was an upright young man. When he was helping me pickle cucumbers, he mentioned that he wanted to save money to take over a shop so he could settle down and do business.
Yes, he doesn't understand Russian very well. We need a stranger to help translate so we can communicate.
Even though we didn't speak the same language, it didn't hinder our communication. He wasn't a talkative person, but he was very kind-hearted. He would always lend a hand whenever he could.
When he came from China, he would bring us gifts prepared by his mother to thank us for taking care of him.
He is a very good young man from a very good family.
He always comforted us, saying everything would be alright. He even helped us figure out how to get through life's difficulties. But things only ever got worse.
In addition to the landlord's family, the reporter also interviewed vendors at the free market.
Everyone has a very good opinion of Qiangqiang because he never causes trouble for others.
An elderly woman shopping at the market praised Qiangqiang as a good person.
Because he would give away zippers, elastic bands, buttons, and clasps when he sold clothes.
Although the items are small, they are considered hot commodities in Moscow, where light industrial products are scarce.
He even knows some sewing skills and can alter clothes for buyers.
He sets up a stall at the market almost every day. He once missed a day of business because he was sick, and felt ashamed that customers had come all this way for nothing. Later, he offered to give them a discount.
In short, he is a good person.
People in the market don't believe he would be associated with heroin.
Everyone is quite certain that if he were an addict, how could he possibly arrive earliest and leave latest every day, working more than ten hours a day?
Regarding the police's accusations, some cautiously believe that it should just be a misunderstanding.
However, some people spoke more strongly, asserting that the police were framing and slandering them.
“I know them too well, just like the secret police,” someone said with certainty. “They will find ways to frame anyone who doesn’t meet their standards. With them around, Russia can never achieve democracy. People live in constant fear, never knowing when they might be labeled a criminal. What democracy is there to speak of then!”
Unlike their excitement, the landlady remained extremely calm.
She even thought it was normal for Qiangqiang to be framed.
Because he is too honest and too honest.
In Russia, in this country, honest and law-abiding people cannot survive.
For example, she and her daughter worked diligently, never daring to take leave casually, and always had perfect attendance. However, their wages were so low that they couldn't even afford food, let alone raise a child.
That's why they had to find a way to vacate a room and rent it out to supplement their household income.
Now that Qiangqiang has been arrested and they have no rent to pay, the next thing they will do is starve to death as a family of four.
But this day was bound to come sooner or later.
She knew this day would come after she had diligently saved 20,000 rubles to buy a small house, only to find overnight that she couldn't even afford 200 kilograms of ham.
After reading the report for a while, Ivanov asked Wang Xiao suspiciously, "What do you mean?"
It seems they wanted to make Moscow residents feel the fear of being falsely accused by the police at any time.
Its empathy extends to all working-class people and all citizens who feel lost about the future.
Wang Xiao nodded, readily admitting it.
That's right, that was her plan from the beginning.
However, before the report was published, she couldn't guarantee that what the reporter wrote was what she wanted.
She did this because Russians have a very strong sense of national pride.
From the Khrushchev era onward, successive Soviet leaders, when discussing domestic ethnic relations, invariably referred to the Russian people as the "great mother," while defining other non-Russian ethnic groups as "faithful sons of the great Russian nation," demanding their loyalty to the "great and brilliant Russian nation."
Well, from this perspective, Wang Xiao particularly understands the desire of other republics to seek independence.
After the collapse of the Soviet Union, Russians, who were forced to become a second-rate country, suffered a blow to their national pride, but they had absolutely no sense of preferential treatment for foreigners.
At the very least, foreigners will not be treated with indiscriminate favoritism.
On the contrary, when it comes to doing bad things, their first thought is to frame foreigners—those they deem inferior to Russia.
Therefore, the only people who are truly worried about Qiangqiang being falsely accused of drug trafficking are the drug dealers.
They generally come from Eastern Europe and former Soviet countries, plus China and Vietnam.
These countries were either under Soviet control in the past, or they referred to the Soviet Union as their Big Brother.
Naturally, it is shorter than other parts of this land.
Even if it arouses their sense of crisis, their strength alone is not enough to shake the Russian Federation government.
Therefore, she had to rely on the more powerful ordinary workers in Moscow.
Because everyone has the same question: Why is it that they work diligently and live honestly, yet they struggle to even survive on this land?
What did they do wrong? And what should they do?
Only when they share the same emotional foundation can they empathize with each other.
Otherwise, if a foreign trader like Qiangqiang, who can make money, is arrested, how can he expect the Russians, who don't even remember what they eat, to sympathize with and understand him?
Sigh, what are you dreaming of? The fact that the Russians aren't gloating or kicking someone when they're down is already a testament to their high moral character.
Wang Xiao put down the newspaper, washed her hands, and quickly ate her meal.
She soaked oatmeal in milk and ate it with pancakes.
Chen Yanqiu asked, a little puzzled, "Why are you only eating now? Didn't you say you came down earlier?"
Wang Xiao didn't even blink: "I left my things downstairs, so I went back to get them."
Oh, I see.
Dr. Chen accepted it quickly.
Ivanov couldn't help but want to laugh.
Wang Xiao gave him a warning look and reminded him, "The government sorted out the store's affairs today, right? Let's go there today."
When it came to business, Ivanov quickly composed himself: "Okay, we'll go over after we eat."
Wu Haoyu glanced at Wang Xiao, and when she was about to leave after the meal, he asked softly, "Do you want to rest for a while?"
What's there to rest about?
Wang Xiao was very optimistic; she believed that moving around more would naturally solve all her problems.
Muscle soreness is not all caused by lactic acid.
That being said, Wang Xiao felt quite uncomfortable when she got into the car.
Wu Haoyu wanted to go with her, but she refused.
Problems that can be resolved at the grassroots level should be resolved without involving the government.
The official announcement is like a last resort; if it's revealed prematurely, they'll have no other cards to play.
The Moscow city government welcomed anyone who wanted to buy state assets, and Director Sobyanin even affectionately called Wang Xiao and Ivanov "my dear old friends," guaranteeing that the shops he recommended to them were the best.
While looking at the documents, Wang Xiao asked worriedly, "What if the police slip drugs into a store and then accuse the store of drug trafficking? What should we do then?"
Director Sobyanin was startled and instinctively denied it: "That's impossible."
Wang Xiao handed him the newspaper, her voice tinged with doubt: "I hoped it was fake, but it just so happens to be real."
Director Sobyanin noticed the newspaper's name and thought to himself that this was just a conspiracy by conservatives. They were using every means to create panic and attack the new government's reforms.
Wang Xiao immediately cut him off: "I happened to be at the police station at the time, dealing with a minor dispute."
Director Sobyanin was speechless. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and read the entire report from beginning to end.
In fact, before August of last year, this newspaper would appear on his desk every day.
However, times have changed, and now the people of the Russian Federation need a different kind of truth.
"This should just be a misunderstanding," Sobyanin emphasized. "It's a misunderstanding caused by language barriers."
He added, quite seriously, "Language is very important. If you want to develop here long-term, you should master Russian."
Wang Xiao smiled but didn't respond to his words. Instead, she continued the previous topic: "We conducted research in the free market, and most people are interested in buying or renting shops to do business. But after what happened, everyone is very scared, afraid that they will be the next person to be given drugs."
“No, that won’t happen,” Director Sobyanin immediately stated.
In fact, he shouldn't have been in such a hurry.
Moscow is a renowned international city, and the privatization of its assets would likely attract a lot of interest.
But in recent years, the Soviet people have been collectively subjected to psychological manipulation (PUA), and the situation at the leadership level is actually more serious.
Therefore, they are repeatedly tormented by their strong national pride and the inferiority complex brought about by their increasingly impoverished situation, making it impossible for them to make a rational and accurate self-evaluation.
Most importantly, the alcoholic president and his leadership team remain indecisive about how privatization should proceed.
Today I think doing it this way is good, tomorrow I think doing it that way is right.
The attitude of the top leadership has seriously affected the privatization process.
Small businesses, such as small shops, have already made the fastest progress in privatization, but even now, they have not been able to complete more than half of the process.
The Moscow city government set a target for itself: this task must be completed by the end of the first quarter.
The problem is that as the ruble depreciates further, wages cannot keep up with the rate of inflation; ordinary Moscow residents have completely lost the possibility of buying into small businesses and becoming small business owners.
The small vendors who made money then wavered between immigrating and staying.
Since the late 1980s, the Soviet Union, or more specifically the Russian Federation, has been experiencing a wave of immigration.
A large number of highly educated intellectuals and property owners chose to leave with their assets.
This represents a double loss for Russia, both materially and spiritually.
The Moscow city government held a meeting to discuss the current situation and unanimously agreed that selling the shops to foreigners was their best option at present.
First, foreigners have money and can afford to spend it, and they make decisions faster, which is conducive to promoting privatization.
Secondly, foreigners have sources and channels, and are capable of bringing a large amount of supplies needed by the people of Moscow.
It's fair to say that while the Russian Federation has currently banned the export of food and in-demand industrial goods, this self-rescue measure is proving to be rather ineffective.
The market can continue to operate thanks to both foreign aid and private trade by these foreigners.
As for selling off stored grain, well, it was originally expected to sustain market demand for a week, but it was actually sold out in just one day.
If we really rely on them, the citizens of Moscow simply won't be able to get through this winter.
Furthermore, selling small businesses to foreign merchants can serve as a good example.
This will give foreign investors confidence in Russia's environment, making them more willing to invest more money in the country.
This is crucial for the privatization process.
According to the plan, the Russian Federation must privatize half of the building materials industry, wholesale business and public catering industry enterprises, 60% of the food industry, agriculture and retail business enterprises, and 70% of the light industry, construction industry, automobile transportation industry and repair industry enterprises this year.
Without the involvement of foreign capital, these things simply cannot be achieved.
For all these reasons, Director Sobyanin had to pay attention to the small vendors he usually looked down on.
Wang Xiao analyzed earnestly: "As a foreign investor, I believe that the Russian Federation's abundant natural resources, convenient railway transportation, and high-quality, relatively low-wage labor force are all favorable conditions for international competition."
However, for all businesspeople, all of this is in vain if the business environment is poor.
Nobody wants to work hard to earn money only to have it stolen before they even have a chance to enjoy it.
Even more terrifying is the possibility of being labeled a criminal, sent directly to prison, or even losing one's life.
Director Sobyanin truly hated the police station.
These useless people not only can't help with anything, but they also cause trouble for the municipal government.
They shouldn't be receiving wages.
Look at what foreign tourists are saying in the newspapers: it's terrible, the security situation in Moscow is terrible.
Thieves and robbers are everywhere, and calling the police is useless.
No wonder the police said they didn't have time to deal with it; it turns out they spent all their time extorting small vendors.
Is this what the federal government calls democracy and freedom?
No democratic country should treat vendors in the free market in this way.
Director Sobyanin emphasized: "Twenty-four hours, and he will be released naturally after twenty-four hours."
In front of the two businessmen, he made a phone call to the police station to confirm that Qiangqiang would be released that afternoon.
"Don't worry," he assured him again, "it's just a misunderstanding."
Wang Xiao smiled and said, "I hope so. He's one of the people buying the store. If he's not released this afternoon, how can he come over to sign the papers and complete the paperwork?"
Next, she didn't mention Qiangqiang again, but instead showed concern for the sanatorium, inquiring about the next steps in the privatization of this part of state assets.
This really is the next step.
According to the Russian federal government's plan, by 1994, the entire commercial and service sector, small production sectors, most residential properties, and 30% of large and medium-sized enterprises would be privatized.
However, since Wang Xiao had already brought it up, Director Sobyanin still hoped to actively facilitate the matter.
Because nursing homes require substantial government subsidies, it is obvious that the government does not have that much money right now.
If we wait any longer, the sanatorium will soon become ruins once it is abandoned.
If a benchmark can be set now to allow foreign investors to purchase nursing homes, it can help the government recover a large amount of funds and help the country get out of its predicament as soon as possible.
However, the nature of the sanatorium is somewhat complicated, as it involves the issue of collective property.
Every employee working at the sanatorium is, in effect, an owner of the sanatorium, possessing a portion of its property rights.
Moreover, according to regulations, they have the right of first refusal.
Wang Xiao felt a little dizzy listening to this; all capitalists were unwilling to deal with their employees regarding property rights.
She stated directly, "OK, let's see what the next step is after we clarify this part of the property rights."
They went to inspect several shops in person, and Wang Xiao even treated someone to lunch at a restaurant, dragging out the time until the afternoon when Qiangqiang was supposed to release his power.
Director Sobyanin was certainly not willing to go to the police station; he was already making a gesture by simply making a phone call to inquire.
He has absolutely no connection with Qiangqiang.
Sadly, he didn't drive out alone.
To demonstrate his approachable attitude, he rode directly in Ivanov's high-class bulletproof limousine.
Then tragedy struck; his freedom of movement was completely controlled by the car.
When the car pulled up in front of the police station, Wang Xiao said he was going to pick someone up. Could he refuse? Or could he just stay in the car and refuse to get out?
No, no, no, we've already come this far, so why not just go all out and make the most of it?
At least it shows that the Moscow government is a clean and honest government.
So, when Qiangqiang was brought out, he was completely bewildered.
Besides the speculators, there were also a large number of journalists, and even high-ranking officials of the Moscow government waiting for him.
One reporter excitedly emphasized into the microphone and camera: "This is a victory for democracy, a rebirth of the Russian judiciary."
Ivanov wished he could cover his ears.
What a joke! They're so embarrassing!
Everyone crowded around Qiangqiang and led him out, heading straight to the restaurant.
The shop has already set up a brazier for him. He has to step over the brazier, wash his hands with pomelo water, and pat it on his body to get rid of bad luck.
After the commotion, the middlemen, accompanied by municipal government officials and reporters, went to complete the procedures for purchasing the shops.
Once everything had settled down and the unrelated people had left, the middlemen and middle-aged resellers gathered at the restaurant again, and that's when they started talking about serious business.
"Qiangqiang, what are you planning to do next?"
Qiangqiang was stunned.
As required by the police, he still needs to cooperate with the follow-up investigation, so he cannot leave Moscow at this time.
This is really bad; he was planning to go back to China to buy more goods.
Now that's all gone, and we can only buy goods from others at high prices to resell.
Wang Xiao looked at him seriously: "You've gone this far, and you've completely offended those two policemen. Have you thought about what you're going to do next?"
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The privatization process in the Russian Federation was a mess, with rampant corruption and many unbelievable farces.
From 1992 to 1994, the World Bank provided a huge loan to the Russian State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission (SASAC) in order to support Russia's reforms. However, not only did the loan disappear after it entered the SASAC, but even the receipt for the loan was "lost" by the SASAC. At the same time, the aid loans from the G7 to the SASAC also disappeared. Foreign aid funds that "evaporated" in this mysterious way amounted to more than 3 billion US dollars.
The most outrageous thing was that the Russian Federation Property Fund, which managed state-owned assets at the time, was also unsafe.
During the auction of state-owned assets in Russia, the Federal Property Fund entrusted the proceeds to a private financial institution called Sberbank Moscow. However, the bank was soon exposed for embezzling more than 29 billion rubles from depositors and was sued. Russian prosecutors also began an investigation into the bank.
At this point, the leaders of the Russian Federation Property Fund quickly stepped in and demanded that the Moscow Savings Bank return the huge sum of money stored in the fund within three days.
Given the current situation, isn't it a bit too far-fetched for the Russian Federation Property Fund to try and get the money back?
Without a second thought, Sberbank Moscow immediately turned hostile, categorically refusing the demands of the Russian Federation Property Fund on the grounds of its inability to fulfill its obligations.
From the very beginning of the auction of state-owned assets, it went through layers of exploitation and countless twists and turns before finally becoming the property of the Russian Federation, amounting to more than 40 billion rubles, which has now become another messy debt.
Even worse, a portion of these 40 billion rubles consisted of deposits paid by bidders to the Russian Federal Property Fund during auctions of state-owned assets. With the Russian Federal Property Fund being "scammed," these deposits have also become a bad debt, severely damaging the credibility of the Russian government.
Compared to these outrageous practices, the average price of each of Russia's 125,000 state-owned enterprises sold back then was only $1,300.
It's no big deal at all.
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