Chapter 35 Poland

Just a few days before the departure of the train, in the Megyon oil-producing area of ​​the Tyumen Oilfield, a gleam of orange-red light just appeared at the end of the horizon. Three fully loaded special vehicles for crude oil transportation were waiting at the gate of the factory area. Leoni De quickly jumped off the co-pilot of the leading crude oil transportation vehicle, ran to a man in orange overalls and a safety helmet, whispered a few words in the man's ear, and then threw another The ruble wrapped with a rubber band was stuffed into the man's pocket. The two said goodbye to each other with a smile. Leonid got into the special crude oil transportation vehicle again, the gate of the factory area was slowly opened for him, and the three special crude oil transportation vehicles left the factory area. This scene is constantly being staged in the Samotlol, Megyon, Ust-Barek and other oil producing areas of the Tyumen Oilfield. The local small businesses in Tyumen raised enough crude oil for Serezha and the others by using this method of moving ants.

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One day before the departure of the train, Mikhail wrapped his coat tightly, put his hands on his chest, strode into the door of the hotel, walked through the lobby of the hotel, took the elevator to the third floor, and came to Seryozha's door. "Boom~~dong dong" Following regular knocks on the door, Seryozha opened the door, and Mikhail stepped into the room. Seryozha looked around and saw that there was no one, and the door was closed immediately.

After Seryoshara finished the curtains, Mikhail took out a large bag from his pocket and dumped the contents on the bed. Three black Tokarev-TT33s and several rounds of bullets were scattered on the bed.

"I've tried everything, no problem." Mikhail said in a low voice. Yuri and Yakov came up together, and each adjusted one and took it in their hands, and the rest belonged to Mikhail. The three divided the bullets, and Seryozha hugged them one by one. Everyone's expressions were a little serious, and what should be done has already been done. Sergey put all his wealth on it. Once they fail, these people in Qiumen will not let them go, and they will not even want to live Back to Gorky, so the rest can only be left to God. The only thing Seryosha can do is to wait for news here in Tyumen.

Mikhail, Yakov and Yuri will go to Poland with the train. Seryozha handed Mikhail a suitcase, which is full of bundled stacks of 100 ruble banknotes. Leaving them to take care of things on the road, Seryosha believed that he would handle these things well with the wisdom of Yi Mikhail.

The fully loaded crude oil train leaves Tyumen. It will cross the Ural Mountains, pass through Gorky, Moscow, then enter Belarus, and finally enter Poland. Probably no one will believe that the crude oil on this train is the handwriting of smugglers. It was still very peaceful, maybe those small businessmen in Tyumen did have connections, and the several interrogations during the trip found nothing, until they entered the border of Poland, the guns and money that Mikhail and the others brought were of no use.

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In Wroclaw, the train slowly entered the platform. Before the train stopped, Yuri jumped onto the platform. Hans Honeker, who had been waiting for a long time, greeted him slowly. He opened his arms to indicate that he was not malicious, and when he walked in, he introduced himself: "Welcome, guests from the Soviet Union, I am William's subordinate. Are you safe along the way?"

"Everything is here, I hope we can go back as soon as possible." Yuri replied.

"Don't worry, we are reputable." After Hans Honecker finished speaking, he had his own staff to entertain Yuri and the others. And Hans Honecker reported the latest developments to William Pique via satellite phone. "Boss, the goods have been received, and the other party did not play tricks."

"Very good! Bring the goods back safely. Treat our distinguished guests well." William Peake could finally put his heart in his stomach, and he poured himself a small glass of whiskey immediately, in the most comfortable way way down on the couch.

William Peek called his accountant while drinking,

In the next few days, William Peake transferred part of the payment to the account of a young Soviet woman at the Bank of Zurich in accordance with Seryozha's request, and the head of the account was Tonya Ivanova. The other part was exchanged into rubles in the underground bank and returned to Sergei Sha. Another part was entrusted to Wilhelm Peake to purchase a batch of strategic reserve materials that the GDR government was about to phase out, mainly some frozen reserve meat and strategic reserve grain. The first thing William Pique has to do is to help Seryozha launder the money, because only legal money can participate in this transaction.

"You know it took me a lot of work." William Pique kept complaining to Seryozha on the phone.

"But you've made a lot of money, haven't you," Seryozha replied.

"Okay, tell me quickly, when will the next batch arrive?" William Peak urged Seryozha.

"Don't worry, wait until my people come back safely with what we need before talking about the next thing. The faster you move, the faster I move, dear William!" the rules.

Yuri and the others waited in Poland for a few days, and William Peake took care of everything, including the procedures for the goods to enter the Soviet Union. Yuri and the others had no intention of staying here for an extra day. Doing business means peace of mind, this is what most customers say about William Pique. Half of the cargo will be unloaded in Gorky to supply the hungry market in Gorky, Yuri and Mikhail will get off in Gorky to handle the business there, the other half will go back to Tyumen, Yakov will return Go to Tyumen and return these goods to the merchants who trust him there.

A week later, the businessmen who participated in Yakov's actions happily got what they deserved. Some people are happy while others are angry, especially those guys who don't want others to make money. Lomonosov is one of them , especially when he learned that Sergey's men named Yakov had brought together this group of people, he became furious and smashed his favorite Tatar restaurant into a mess. But there was nothing he could do. Lomonosov did not have the strength to turn against the entire Tyumen businessmen. He could not be compared with Nikolai Popov.

After this transaction, Yakov completely established his reputation in Tyumen, and he became a sweet potato in the eyes of those businessmen. The merchants who participated in that transaction praised Yakov's wisdom and surrendered to Yakov By means, these people spontaneously formed a circle, and Yakov became the core of this circle. Guys who have not participated in that transaction hope to get to know this rising star in the industry, hope to join Yakov and his team, and make a fortune with them, with the exception of Lomonosov.