Chapter 128 Dangerous Hostility
Early the next morning, the phone of the Youth Industry Department of the Moscow Communist Youth League Municipal Committee kept ringing. Gaoman, who was in charge of the construction, received calls from the construction company one after another. There was only one reason, and that was Ivankov last night. retaliatory actions. "Tian" "Lai Novels WwW. ⒉3TXT. COM
Unknowingly, Ivankov's men blocked all roads leading to the construction site. They forced mixer truck drivers to pour concrete on the road and unload steel bars into the Moskva River. As for other building materials, they also tried their best to destroy them. Now the roads around the construction site have been blocked by dry concrete, and vehicles cannot pass at all. The construction company had to stop all work.
Goldman would never have thought that such a thing would happen. This is not just an engineering matter. He immediately contacted Seryozha, who was celebrating the victory with Churbanov, and invited him back to the Youth League Committee to deal with this crisis.
Seryozha could only bid farewell to Churbanov first. He didn't take this matter too seriously. Isn't it just that the underworld is blackmailing him? Can't you figure out a way to solve it yourself? Seryosha complained a little dissatisfied with Goldman on the road.
But after he arrived at the Youth League Committee, he realized that it was not a big deal that Goldman made a fuss about. This incident had indeed had a great impact. The five construction companies had completely stopped working because there were no transport drivers who dared to come to the construction site of the Moscow Workers’ New Village. Of course They couldn't drive in at all, and the roads were all destroyed.
"Where are those gangsters coming from? Do we have any differences with them?" Seryozha asked puzzled, he didn't understand why these gangsters did this.
"Secretary, I don't know much about gangsters, but I heard people from the construction company say that these thugs all call themselves 'Little Japan'!" If there is a problem, he is afraid that he will be blamed by Seryozha.
"Gorman, don't be nervous, it's not your problem!" Seryozha saw what Goldman was thinking, and while comforting Goldman, he was thinking about why "Little Japan" would do this.
"Okay, you go out first! I'll think about it!" Seryozha slapped Goldman, thinking in his heart that it would be best to let Petrov's father find out what the "little Japan" was up to.
Seryozha left the Youth League Committee and went straight home to see Petrov's father to discuss the matter. He really didn't understand how these construction companies offended Ivankov.
When Seryozha came home, his father was playing with the shotgun and fishing rod that Boris and the others had given him when they were in Gorky. When I was in Gorky City, because I lived far away from the urban area, my father gradually developed a hobby of fishing and hunting besides cooking. He went boating and pond fishing in summer, and went hunting in the forest in winter. comfortable. But after arriving in Moscow,
There is no chance of hunting, so I can only go fishing occasionally, and the rest of the time, my father can only maintain his shotgun to enjoy himself.
"Why did you come back so early today?" Father Petrov asked while polishing his shotgun.
"Father, I have something to do with you, so I came back early!" Seryozha sat next to his father, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Find me? What can I do for you?" Dad asked curiously.
"'Little Japan', I don't know why, 'Little Japan' came to my construction site to make trouble!" Seryozha replied.
"Why?" Papa Petrov stopped what he was doing and asked with an incredulous expression on his face.
"So you don't know?" Seryozha lowered his head in disappointment, and he began to think about how to solve this matter.
"Although I don't know, I don't think it's a big deal. Go talk to him and find out what's going on!" Father Petrov patted Seryozha's listless cheek and said indifferently.
"Alright, I'll go with you, I'd like to see what this guy really wants!" Seryosha agreed.
The old man and Sergey did what they said, they changed their clothes, and quickly drove away from home. Workers’ New Village is still far away from where Sergey lived, but fortunately it’s not the rush hour for commuting, and there aren’t many cars on the road. After one kilometer, Sergey realized that it was impossible to drive through here, and the road was full of concrete blocks, so Sergey had to park the car at the end of the road. He and Dad got out of the car and went on foot.
Serezha walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, feeling as if he was walking on a rocky beach by the sea. When they came to the construction site, the work here had been completely shut down. All Seryosha saw were the building materials and machinery that were thrown on the site and could not be pulled away. Other than that, there were almost no workers.
"Maybe we have to go a few more blocks to the south!" Seryozha tried his best to recall the surrounding terrain, pointing forward with some hesitation and said to his father.
The old man followed Seryozha and continued to walk forward. Soon Seryozha saw a few memorable signs he had seen when he came last time, and he knew that he must have found the right place.
At the moment, the two sides of the street are full of people, everyone is drinking and chatting together in twos and threes with nothing to do. If they are ordinary people, they should still be working in the unit at this moment, and these guys are doing what they want leisurely and freely. , Most of them wear imported sportswear, most of which are from Adidas. For the Soviets, the price of such a set of sportswear is still very high, and most people cannot afford it. From this perspective, the income of the current gangsters is much better than that of the working class!
Seryozha and his father were walking in the middle of the road, and they were spotted one after another. Seryozha originally thought that these people would not know him, but he was obviously wrong. Almost all the people who saw him immediately put down their wine glasses and slowly gathered in Seryozha's direction. Seryozha glanced at them. The expressions of these people did not look like they were welcoming, and Seryozha couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
"Look up, don't pay attention to them, they dare not do anything to us!" Father Petrov reminded Seryozha in a low voice.
Seryozha immediately restrained his mind, and he walked side by side with his father, ignoring these guys, but Seryozha still felt a murderous aura. Some of these guys followed behind Seryozha and the old man, and some surrounded them, with unfriendly eyes. However, they just surrounded Seryozha and his father, and did not take any action. As more and more people gathered around, there seemed to be hundreds of people around, and Seryozha felt that he seemed to have come here. when.