Chapter 16 Paying the Police

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"Hey, Roman! How are you doing? I heard you took the children abroad on vacation. Where have you been?" When people often come to the tavern where they gather, many people take the initiative to say hello to him. And Pavlyuchenko responded to them one by one.

"The beaches in Spain are really beautiful and the climate is very comfortable. I don't even want to come back!" Pavlyuchenko said with emotion.

"It can't be that there is some woman over there who fascinates you!"

"Absolutely! I'm afraid he didn't let women wear clothes in Spain!"

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Pavlyuchenko didn't stay and fuck these bad friends. In fact, if it weren't for the call of Petrov's father, Pavlyuchenko might have to wait another month before returning to Moscow from the beaches of Spain. He bypassed the noisy hall and walked to the box area at the back of the hall, where his father was already waiting for his arrival.

Led by his father's bodyguards, Pavlyuchenko walked to the door of the box. Before entering the door, he consciously took off his gun. Although his father's bodyguards knew that he was one of them, they still searched him. body.

Pavlyuchenko knocked lightly on the door, and said respectfully outside the door: "I'm here, old man!"

"Come in!" Father Petrov said while drinking wine.

"Father, this is a gift for you, Spanish ham or something! I don't know very well, anyway, it is said to be delicious!"

Pavlyuchenko put the gift aside, pulled away the chair opposite to the old man, and the old man took out a new glass and poured a full glass of wine for Pavlyuchenko.

"In fact, the main reason for calling you back so suddenly is that our companions have recently found a new source of income, but the police in Moscow and Leningrad seem to be eyeing this business, and they are now exchanging them for foreign exchange on the black market. The businessmen are treated as cows, and they are caught all day long, and it has seriously affected our interests. I would like to ask you to talk to the heads of the police stations in Moscow and Leningrad, and let them not do too much. Excessive!" Dad said bluntly to Pavlyuchenko. Anger was expected.

"Father, what happened?" Pavlyuchenko felt his father's anger, but he still didn't quite understand what happened.

"Let's put it this way! We have a foreign exchange in our hands and want to convert it into rubles from the black market. First of all, I consulted some people who understand the law, and they told me that this kind of behavior in private is not illegal.

At most, it's just not in harmony with the rules. But do you know which policemen have noticed the lukewarmness of this business, they are now like robbers arresting these foreign exchange dealers everywhere, confiscating their cash and taking it for themselves! Even gangsters don't do that! "The old man said it again angrily. Now, Pavlyuchenko finally understood what the old man wanted to do.

"You want me to warn them not to harass black-market traders in the currency exchange business?" Pavlyuchenko asked.

"No, these policemen can't support their families with their salaries, and I don't want to make it too difficult for them! I need them to give me a guarantee that they won't disturb our business. At the same time, I'm willing to give them Share the benefits, but they have to know who is the boss!" Father Petrov replied.

"Okay Dad, I understand what you mean, I will get this done!" Pavlyuchenko drank the wine in his glass, then bid farewell to Dad and left the bar.

The reason why Pavlyuchenko was able to hang out like a fish in water with Gorky's gang was largely due to the constant and chaotic relationship between him and the police. To be honest, anyone who needs to buy their own food every day knows that it is becoming more and more difficult to live on wages alone, although it is easy to meet the requirements for food and drink if the requirements are not high. But life is not just about eating and drinking. People need all kinds of daily necessities. The prices of cigarettes, furniture, home appliances and other daily necessities are all increasing. *It's still a disgusting hatred, but these police officers at the grassroots level can only take risks.

Both Petrov and Pavlyuchenko knew that it was impossible for the police to stop there, so Petrov wisely planned to give some policemen in the jurisdiction where the black market is located some stable income to ease their plight in life.

Since Petrov is willing to give up a small part of the lucrative business of exchanging foreign exchange as the reward for the police. Naturally, Pavlyuchenko wanted to settle this matter as soon as possible, so he made an appointment with the directors of the interior affairs of the Frunze Branch and Workers' New City Branch on the second night.

"Both bureau chiefs, didn't I say you, are your subordinates all bandits? You actually went to rob those foreign exchange dealers in broad daylight. It's too ugly!" Pavlyuchenko said half teasingly, half teasingly.

The two directors smiled awkwardly and wanted to say something helplessly. Just as they were about to speak, Pavlyuchenko continued: "I also know that the policemen under me are not easy. Life is not easy now. Earning a little life is easier, but the problem is that if this market is completely destroyed by those greedy guys below, everyone will lose this way of life! So my client asked me to tell you two that he is willing to give you All the policemen under the two sub-bureaus have a special salary. This salary is as stable and reliable as a salary. Even if you retire, you can get it. No matter, no matter who sells drugs, you can’t harass them! I’m leaving my words here, if someone dares not to listen to our advice, then I don’t care if he is a policeman or not, I will not be polite!”

Pavlyuchenko's last words are extremely heavy, but the meaning he conveys is still very attractive. You must know how much the police below went to arrest those foreign exchange thieves, and the people above didn't even know how much they charged. The chiefs always suspected that their subordinates had tricked them. Now Pavlyuchenko's plan feels fair and transparent.

"Roman, don't worry, I will restrain the bastards under me when I go back, and I will never harass those businessmen again, but do you have any specific plans for the special salary you just mentioned?"

"Yes, please tell us first, so we can go back and discuss with the people below!"

The two bureau chiefs couldn't wait to ask. Pavlyuchenko took a sip of wine, then took out a salary comparison table and threw it on the table. The two bureau chiefs came over and took a look. This is the salary comparison table inside the police. what!

"You are optimistic, from the bottom to the top, we will double the salary of several stalls! With the level of the two bureau chiefs, they can get almost 4 to 5 times the current salary!" Pavlyuchenko pointed out.