Chapter 17 The Lion's Big Opening

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The office of the Gorky Youth League Committee is located in the center of the city. It is a two-story gray and white building. As the first secretary of the Gorky City Youth League Committee as the leader here, his office is naturally the best in this building. The office is located in this building. In the center of the second floor, this is a spacious office. In the corner on the right hand side as soon as you enter the door, there are two flags, one is the party flag of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, and the other is the regiment flag of the Soviet Lenin Communist Youth League. The flag fell down silently, looking very solemn. The left and right walls were lined with bookshelves filled with hardcover books, but Seryozha knew he wouldn't read them, they were just a decoration. There is also a large writing desk standing in the middle of the room. There are two chairs in front of the desk, and a chair with a high back at the back of the desk. Said he was very happy with the chair. On the wall behind the chair are portraits of Comrade Lenin and President Bo, which look very majestic. There is a large floor-to-ceiling window on both sides of the desk, so the room looks very bright. There are two sofas and a coffee table in front of the desk, which is the reception area of ​​the office.

Seryozha sat in his seat with satisfaction, caressing the large desk, a feeling of controlling power emerged spontaneously. There is also a safe behind Seryozha, but Seryozha does not have the key yet, so I don't know what is in it for the time being. This office is actually more than this big. There is a small door next to the office, which connects to the next room. There is a bedroom with a bathroom where Seryosha can rest. Generally speaking, the decoration here is as luxurious as a foreign-related hotel, without losing the authority of the government department. Seryozha felt that even a monkey in his seat exudes a majesty.

When Sergey was trying to find the feeling of being the leader in his own position, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Please come in!" Seryozha hurriedly adjusted his sitting posture, and then responded seriously.

The one who opened the door was his secretary Nastia whom he had just met, a childish and cute girl wearing glasses. Seryozha had a good first impression of him. Nastya walked into the room and reported to Seryosha: "Secretary Ulyanov, you have a visitor. Is it convenient for you now?"

"It's convenient for me to let him in!" replied Seryozha.

Just as Nastya was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something. She walked towards Seryozha with the document in her hand,

Gently put the document on Seriosha's desk, and said: "Secretary Ulyanov, this report is a fellowship event we are going to organize recently, and the report includes the arrangement of the entire event. Please have a look at the budget and the detailed list of participants, if there are no problems after you sign, we will start preparations."

"Okay, I'll take a look at it as soon as possible!" Seryosha said, picked up the report and started flipping through it.

Nastya said goodbye and left, Seryozha nodded and began to look through the documents until a lady walked into Seryozha's office.

Seryozha originally wanted to turn to the position where he signed and sign directly, but the large number of participant information sheets in the report made it impossible for him to quickly locate the position of the signature column. While Seryozha was flipping through the report back and forth, a voice said with a smile: "Seryozha, do you still remember me?"

Seryozha looked up, and hurriedly got up to greet him. It was none other than Mrs. Zhukovsky that Mikhail mentioned yesterday. Although Seryozha was still smiling, he was already in his heart. Thinking about how to refuse Mrs. Zhukovsky's request to exchange dollars.

"How could I forget you! You helped me a lot back then!" Seryozha said politely.

"There, back then you and Mikhail helped us earn a lot of money. Without you, our husband and I would not have been able to send our children to study abroad." Mrs. Zhukovsky guided on topic.

At this moment there was a knock on the door, and Nastya entered the room with two cups of coffee. Seryozha and Mrs. Zhukovsky immediately stopped talking in a tacit understanding. Only after Nastya left the room and closed the door did Mrs. Zhukovsky say with a sad face, "Seryozha, my child is in trouble, and only you can help me."

Seryozha couldn't refuse Mrs. Zhukovsky's request at all, but he didn't want to help in vain. The underground bank also charged a 10% service fee for transferring assets, let alone Seryozha. So Seryozha thought for a while and said to Mrs. Zhukovsky: "Madam, I cannot refuse your request, but if you want me to serve you for free, it is impossible..."

"How can I let you work for nothing? How about we follow the rules of this business and give you a 5% benefit?" Mrs. Zhukovsky said with a smile, as if she was very generous.

"No, ma'am, I don't think you understand the current market situation. Those underground banks that only charge a 5% commission have no credit at all, but I am different. My own money is lying in the bank cleanly." There will be no problem at all, my asking price is 15% of the transaction amount, no second price!" Sergey set a new price unceremoniously, the present Sergey is not a fugitive from the past In terms of rank, Seryozha is even higher than Zhukovsky. The equality of status gives Seryozha a lot of confidence in speaking.

"Seryozha, do you know how much I want to change? It's a full two million dollars. Our old man is about to leave his job. This money is our pension money. We just don't want any mistakes. I love you, but your asking price is too high..." Madam Zhukovsky played the bitterness card, and at the same time lowered the price with Seryozha, Seryozha couldn't help a sneer in his heart, two million dollars, although In the eyes of rich people in later generations, it is not a big number, but now it is 1981, and millionaires are still very valuable in this world. The US dollar per capita in the Soviet Union, these corrupt officials actually looted so much wealth.

Seryozha patiently listened to Mrs. Zhukovsky's words, and then asked with a smile: "Do you have a better choice?" This sentence completely blocked Mrs. Zhukovsky's complaints go back. Seryozha returned to his seat and continued to do his own work, ignoring Mrs. Zhukovsky. The densely packed information list of participants in the plan was too long. In fact, his thoughts are still with Mrs. Zhukovsky, as long as he agrees, it is still a good deal.

After a moment of silence in the room, Mrs. Zhukovsky finally gave in, and he agreed to Seryozha's conditions. The two shook hands and bid farewell. Sergey returned to his seat, picked up the cold coffee and wanted to drink it, but accidentally spilled it on the proposal. Looking at the coffee-stained attendee information sheet, I came up with a brilliant idea. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.

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