Chapter 482 Oligarch! (First Update!)

The Rublev District is a wealthy area in Moscow. It is located in the western suburbs of Moscow, about 15 kilometers away from the Grand Ring Road, and is located in a forest.

Since the Tsarist Russia era, this place has been the residence of dignitaries. In order to allow the royal family to have a sanatorium, in 1664, Peter the Great's father issued an order prohibiting the construction of any "smoking factories" in the western district.

Here, there are 16 dukes' manors, 4 counts' manors, and 2 imperial palaces.

People who have lived here for a long time include the widow of Alexander II.

During the Soviet period, the Soviet government built a large number of sanatorium villas here for official personnel to recuperate.

After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, those political oligarchs who had accumulated a lot of wealth in the turmoil also favored this sanatorium and began to build private mansions here.

Deep in the woods, in a white building that looked very inconspicuous, a dozen Russians were sitting in front of a map, chattering about something.

"Fifty million tons of oil and 30 billion cubic meters of natural gas per year. Ladies and gentlemen, I think this business can be done, and the use of natural gas and oil will be even greater in the future. If we enter now, we can occupy the market."

"Gradov, I think you need to use your pig brain. There is a saying in China called "make friends with distant countries and attack nearby ones". This saying is very suitable to describe our current situation. This business cannot be done."

"Really? Vladimir, if this business cannot be done, then can you tell me why you smuggled a large amount of alcohol, tobacco and light industrial products from China? Tell me first."

"Alcohol, tobacco and light industrial products cannot be converted into military strength. What's wrong with me smuggling them?"

"Who told you? These things need to be taxed, That's all money!"

"Haha, stop joking, my dear Gradov, you are no less than me in tax evasion!"

"Oh, really? Before talking about tax evasion, shouldn't you tell me what happened last time when you shorted France in England? You said it failed, but you have a yacht under your name? The yacht is quite comfortable, right?"

"The yacht is quite comfortable, right? That's my own money, I bought it openly! Did I steal it? Did I rob it? I've said long ago that the English are not trustworthy, you don't believe it, and you rush to give money, die!"

"You're looking for death!"

"Come on! Let's see who dies first today!"

The two people at the table were fighting against each other, you were tearing down my stage, and I was tearing down your stage.

Except for the people in the main seat who were examining the two people, the rest of the people showed expressions of watching fun.

After all, they wouldn't really fight.

The two quarreled more and more fiercely. In the end, they simply took off their clothes, exposed their upper bodies, and showed their muscles, but they just didn't fight.

Seeing that they were a little embarrassed, the two gritted their teeth, opened their arms and rushed towards each other, like brown bears bumping into each other, and greeted each other with fists.

After the two punched each other twice, the person who had been paying attention to them in the main seat slapped the table and shouted:

"Gradov, Vladimir, be quiet. I asked you to come here today, not to listen to your tongues here. Focus on this map. We need to make a decision today, whether to sell minerals, and whether to use materials to persuade others."

After this person spoke, the two people who were fighting stopped their actions instantly, stared at each other, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on, and returned to the map very unconvinced.

On the map, in addition to the two lines drawn with a black pen, there are also some places marked as mines.

After staring at these things for a long time, Vladimir turned his head and asked the person in the main seat:

"Victor, what do our generals think?"

Victor is the tall and strong man sitting in the main seat.

When asked this question, he cast his eyes on the map in front of him and fell into silence.

After five or six minutes, he raised his head again, shook his head and said: "They have no idea, or they don't have time to think about it now."

"According to the news from Turkey, the Kurds in the eastern part of Turkey, that is, the area near Iran and Iraq, have started to make trouble again."

"At the same time, the Third Fleet of the America Pacific Theater also went north from Hawaii and was approaching the Bering Strait."

"In their announcement, they were conducting routine military exercises."

"And the Fifth Fleet also crossed the Red Sea and entered the Mediterranean, and the reason used was also routine military exercises."

"All signs indicate that all this is aimed at Turkey."

"So, the generals are busy making trouble now, and they don't have time to care about these now."

Victor's words made everyone present fall into silence.

As the old saying goes, if a nest is overturned, no egg will be left intact. If things really get chaotic, they will also be in trouble.

But the old saying also goes that husband and wife are birds of the same forest, but they fly away when disaster strikes.

They and Russia are not even husband and wife.

At this time, they must also make a good choice.

At this moment, the door of the room was knocked from outside. Victor pointed his chin at the map and turned to walk towards the door.

He opened the door casually, but found that it was his own housekeeper.

The butler looked to be in his 60s, with a thin figure and snow-white hair. Combined with his tuxedo, he looked very capable and handsome.

Standing at the door and bowing deeply to Victor, the butler whispered:

"Sir, the news I just received is from Turkey."

"The Kurdish forces in Iraq entered Türkiye, Turkey has counterattacked, and then America issued a statement."

After the butler finished speaking, he waited at the door for a response.

In front of him, because the news was too exciting, Victor, after a brief moment of silence, nodded to the butler, closed the door, turned back to everyone, and asked:

"Guys, now we need to make a decision."

"My advice is don't sell it!"

"Because no matter what the final result is, we still need a lot of resources for construction. If we sell it cheaply now, what will we do then?"

"Also, these things are the foundation for our survival."

"At times like this, we must be more cautious!"

After he finished his suggestion, he raised his eyes and looked at the others.

The remaining few people received the message from him, did not speak, and remained silent.

After a few more minutes, Vladimir suddenly let out a heavy breath and said to the people present: "I'm going to Sri Lanka for a vacation. Does anyone want to come with me?"

The sudden and mindless words stunned several others for a moment, but after just a moment, these people woke up one by one and echoed:

"Sri Lanka? It's too far. I want to go on vacation in Italy. I still have my yacht there."

"Mediterranean? Take me with you. I happen to be going to Israel to discuss banking issues."

"Have you ever been to Japan? I heard it's a great place to take your family with you?"

"It's not fun there. New Zealand is nice. Does anyone want to go there? It's a great place to take your family and children."

"Just in time, I'm going to Australia, everyone please stop by!"

Several people chatted and agreed on where they were going. Then, these people looked at each other, as if to see who would move first.

After staring at each other for a long time, Victor, who was in charge, stretched out his hand, rolled up the map on the table, and threw it into the trash can.

After doing all this, he turned back to look at the others and said with a smile: "Everyone, I wish you a happy holiday."

With these words, Victor walked out of the room and disappeared into the corridor without looking back.

His departure seemed to have taken some people with him, and the corridor where there had been some noise suddenly became eerily quiet.

The rest of you look at me and I look at you. Vladimir made the first choice. He turned around and walked out of the room without hesitation.

In just two or three minutes, a Mercedes-Benz bulletproof car drove out from the gate of the white building and disappeared into the dense forest.

By the window, after watching the car disappear, the remaining people in the room also turned around and left.

A few minutes apart between each person.

Each other's cars turned in different directions after going out.

Waiting by the window for the last car to leave, Victor appeared at the guard box of the villa in a very ordinary-looking Lada off-road vehicle.

He walked into the guard box, dismissed the guards, picked up the phone in the guard box, pressed the alarm call, and when the call was connected, he immediately said into the phone:

"Forward to the Federal Government Liaison and Intelligence Agency!"

Dozens of seconds later, a serious voice came from the phone: "Federal Government Liaison and Intelligence Service! Please speak!"

After he was in a good mood, he hurriedly said on the phone: "Vladimir, the chairman of Balov Mining, is preparing to abscond with the stolen money!"

"The people who escaped with him include Gradov from Skadi Petroleum, Seryosha from Dino Finance..."

After naming the people just now, Victor quickly hung up the phone, got back into the car, and said to the driver: "Sochi, go directly to Sochi!"

"Let's go!"

Listening to the anxious look of his boss, the driver also knew that the situation was urgent, and did not complain about the 1,400 kilometers from Moscow to Sochi. He just stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, pulled the boss, and sped towards the south.

As the Mercedes-Benz drove out of Rublev, Victor couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone. When he saw the signal on it, he immediately found his wife's number and pressed:

"Aphroela, listen to me, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry."

"Now you are taking your children and buying a ticket to Sochi on the pretext of going to the beach for a holiday."

"Then you go to Sochi first, and then you transfer in Sochi and take a flight to Paris."

"I took a flight from Paris to Rome and waited for me at the old villa in Rome."

"Ten days at most. If I don't arrive in Rome within ten days, then you will take the children to Japan and settle in Japan!"

"Remember, don't go to America! You must remember!"

After explaining clearly to his wife on the phone, he pressed another number again. When the call was connected, he immediately said into the phone:

"I'm Victor, yes, emergency."

"Transfer all the money in the company account to my account. Mr. President wants to use it. It is very urgent!"

"Account? You make money for me every day, and you don't know my account? Victor Bramovich! This is my name!"

"quick!"

Ten minutes later, the phone in his hand rang, it was the number that had just been dialed.

"President Victor, all the money has been transferred to your account, please use it with caution."

"I know!"

After hanging up the phone coolly, Victor immediately received another call, from a Swiss bank:

"Dear Mr. Alexander Mikhail, I am David Bride, the head of the Russian branch of UBS. There is a new amount of money in your account. We have credited it for you. I wish you a happy life."

After repeatedly confirming that this was a call from the head of the Russian branch of UBS, Victor put down the phone, took it apart, took out the phone card, and threw the phone card out of the car window.

He bent down and pulled out a palm-sized box from under the seat. The box was full of phone cards, forty or fifty in total.

Take one out from inside and put it on.

Power on.

When the screen came on, he turned his head and looked out the window. The scenery outside the window kept receding.

It's lunch time now, and people on both sides of the road are walking in a hurry. They are either getting ready to eat, or they have already finished eating and are walking back with a look of satisfaction on their faces.

Looking at the expressions of these people, Victor couldn't help but shook his head and whispered: "Humans are really easy-to-satisfy creatures."

Not long after, the Lada drove out of the city and entered the highway, and the driver's right foot stepped on the fuel tank.

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"I just received news that Iraqi Kurdish forces have entered Turkey, chaos has broken out in eastern Turkey, and Istanbul Airport has also been closed."

"It is for this reason that the girls who blocked you left. Well... Moscow is not very safe. We should not go out unless necessary during this period."

"We will leave when Russia responds."

In the hotel where Lin Yu and others were staying, Cui Lin finished speaking worriedly, turned his head and looked out the window.

Outside the window, it still looks like a peaceful and prosperous time.

The store is open for business as usual.

Taxi drivers are carrying passengers as normal.

Young people are venting their youth.

Couples hang out in the streets.

The single dog wandered aimlessly.

I don’t know if it will still be like this when I get up tomorrow.

Next to him, Lin Yu also fell into silence. So far, he could no longer guess what America was thinking in her mind.

He now really wants to find the president of America, or Hanks, and saw the other person's head open to see what is in the other person's mind and what the other person is thinking.

But it's a pity.

He couldn't catch either of them.

Uncomfortable.

Feeling uncomfortable, he turned around and asked Cui Lin, "Can I go to the embassy and use the dedicated line?"

"I want to call Iraq and find out what's going on."

Hearing this, Cui Lin also let out a long sigh and said: "Bring two security comrades over!"