Chapter 127 The Escalation of Contradictions

"Seven Hours of Nuclear War" has a much bigger impact on the world than the last "Whiskey on the Rocks" event. Coupled with the divergence between the US dollar and gold prices, Seryozha's income this time is far greater than last time. With this money, many problems will be easily solved.

However, having too much money is just a number. For Seryozha, the most urgent task is to get rid of the current inefficient money laundering method as soon as possible. It's not that Seryozha didn't think about accepting it as soon as he saw it, and stopped all his business. But this is not realistic at all, because even if Seryozha doesn't want to do it, his clients will force him to continue. Among other things, those officers of the border guards who smuggled oil with Seryozha, Uzbekistan The bureaucrats have become accustomed to the existence of Nikolai. If Nikolai suddenly disappears, Mikhail and Yakov, who are Nikolai's agents, will be in great trouble.

Churbanov quickly got his due share. Looking at the long list of zeros on the account, Churbanov was very excited. Seryozha said: "Do you know what this means? It's hope, it's freedom, it's a bright future!"

Seryozha nodded in agreement. Now it was his turn to envy Churbanov. Seryozha also hoped that he could break free from the net of money like him and live a carefree life.

However, Seryozha probably never expected that his plan for a new Moscow workers’ village would soon face a formidable challenge. This challenge would come from the Moscow law thief, “Little Japan” Vyacheslav Ivankov.

The Workers' New Village in Seryozha considered all the problems, except the problem of the gangsters in the south of the city. On the streets of Moscow, especially in areas far away from the urban area, the most difficult thing to mess with is not the police of the Ministry of the Interior, but the ubiquitous gangsters.

How difficult it is to deal with the gangsters in Moscow, it is said that during the Olympic Games, Churbanov once reached an agreement with the gangsters to temporarily solve the security problem in Moscow, which can be seen.

Seryozha’s Moscow Workers’ New Village was close to Ivankov’s site, which made Ivankov feel extremely uncomfortable. Many strangers flooded in at once during the construction of the project, which made Ivankov’s business in danger of leaking. He doesn't allow anyone to enter his territory without his permission, not even the government Ivankov will buy it.

Ivankov once asked his subordinates to warn the construction company participating in this project, but his subordinates obviously did not understand the importance Ivankov attached to this matter, and only made a few minor damages. Picking up a little money from petty theft to enrich one's own pocket, that's all.

However, Ivankov has never asked about this matter. It wasn't until four other construction companies participated and the scope of construction was further expanded that Ivankov noticed what happened here.

Ivankov felt that he had to give Petrov a point,

He felt that this old guy was too ignorant of flattery, didn't he know what kind of business he was in? With such a big fanfare to break ground on his own site, and to build a new worker's village, the eyes of the whole city are focused on this, and let his business continue.

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In the early morning, a heavy-duty bulk cement mixer truck was driving slowly from outside the city towards the project site of Moscow Workers' New Village. When the car was about to enter the large unfinished buildings in the south of the city, the driver suddenly found the road ahead It has been blocked.

A group of people wearing hard hats and holding iron bars gathered on the road. There were several concrete piles in front of them. The strong light shone on the driver's seat of the car, making the driver unable to open his eyes.

"Hiss..." There was an aggressive brake sound, and the driver quickly stopped the car, he didn't know what was going on ahead.

"You, come down and talk!" A man in a sports jacket pointed at the driver with an iron bar and said viciously.

"Boss, what's the matter!" The driver of the mixer truck knew that he had encountered gangsters, but he didn't know what these people wanted to do. So I can only dawdle and do what the other party says.

"Boss, I have something to say!" The driver took out a few rubles from his pocket and offered them with both hands. Kill yourself, and no one will know.

"Don't do this, let me tell you, our boss wants to ask you drivers for a favor! As long as you are obedient, this has nothing to do with you!" The other party put the money into his pocket while threatening .

"Definitely, I will definitely do it properly, as long as you can let me go!" The driver of the mixer truck said nervously.

"Okay, now pour out all the cement you pulled over, and drive your car away!" The man in the sports jacket said viciously.

"Ah, pour it out? Where did it fall, on the road?" The truck driver asked half worriedly, half confused.

"Don't talk nonsense, you can fall if you are told, what do you want to get punched?" the jacket man growled impatiently.

"Yes yes yes, I'll back up right away!" The driver quickly climbed into the car, the man in the jacket beckoned two more guys, one of them also climbed into the car, and the other started to direct the driver to back up.

The driver of the mixer truck can only steer the steering wheel honestly. He can do whatever the other party asks him to do. Anyway, the cement is also from the state, and his own life is important. .

The car quickly turned around on the empty road, and the guy instructing the reverse car saw that the position of the car was about the same, and gave an OK gesture to his companion sitting in the car.

"Okay, now put that thing on the back of your car up for me, hurry up!" The guy in the car said impatiently.

The driver didn't dare to have any hesitation, he pressed the switch on the car, and soon the tumbling mixing bucket behind the car was slowly erected, and dozens of tons of cement inside began to pour down, and all fell on the road superior.

Ten minutes later, the driver of the mixer truck finished pouring all the precast concrete according to the other party's instructions. The guy in the car said to the driver: "I remember you, if you dare to come next time, don't blame us for being black! Where are you now?" Where are you going back to me!"

"Never dare to come again!" The driver said with cold sweat on his head. He wanted to send the guy in the car off like a plague god, and then kicked the accelerator, and fled here as fast as possible.

Just this night, this scene was happening on almost all the roads leading to the workers’ new village construction workers. The workers waiting for materials on the construction site knew that they did not wait for the arrival of a cement mixer truck until dawn. (To be continued..)