In the early morning, the glare of the sun woke Chubanov, who was hangover, and he got out of bed with a headache.
The unpleasant smell of alcohol made Chubanov so uncomfortable that he stripped off all his clothes and went into the bathroom, where the warm water made him feel better.
After bathing, a refreshed Chulbanov poured himself a glass of methadone and drank it all.
After hearing Seryosha's advice that day, Chubanov switched to taking the drug to reduce his dependence on it.
So far, it seems to be working well, at least not in the same way that it was so uncomfortable.
Chubanov returned to his bedroom and dragged a large leather bag from under the bed.
Unzipping it and looking at the full ruble inside, Chubanov couldn't help but smile.
This bag was left by the head of the General Office of the Central Committee of the Uzbek Party Umarov last night.
Chubanov did a preliminary calculation, probably a hundred thousand rubles.
Chubanov lifted the bag and shook all the money off the bed, then picked out a few stacks and put them aside, putting the rest back in the purse.
Chubanov's idea was very simple, he wanted to thank Seryosha well, and after receiving such a large sum of money, he naturally had to give Seryosha a part of his gratitude.
Chubanov put the money in a paper bag, got dressed and walked out of the room, came to Seryosha's door, knocked on it.
It didn't take long for Seryosha to open the door and let Chubanov in, Seryosha had already gotten up, he was exercising in the room, he saw Chubanov holding a paper bag, and jokingly said: "Don't tell me that you also came to bribe me" "If you don't come with me, I can't let you go empty-handed," Chubanov said.
Seryosha first sat down Chulbanov, then he returned to the room, and after a while, Seryosha came out with several bundles of money and placed them on the table in front of Chubanov.
Then he said: "Thanks to you, I received a lot of money last night, a full 30,000 yuan."
Chubanov looked at the money on the table and said with emotion: "The Uzbeks are really generous" Seryosha sat on the sofa and said to Chulbanov: "Don't you think they are too blatant and how many hundred and twenty thousand they gave you, how do I think they are fooling you" "But it's always hard to refuse what people send to your door," Chubanov said.
"But have you ever thought that they only spent so much money to let you keep them alive, in this case, the risk is all on you, do you plan to take the money and go directly to Moscow and tell the Party Central Committee that they are all good cadres of the people," Seryosha kindly reminded.
"Then what do you say you want to do," Chubanov asked.
"The higher authorities must have known what would have sent you here, and all you have to do is to hand over the situation here to the higher-ups," Seryosha kindly reminded.
"Before I came, Minister Sholokov reminded me that I should just deal with a few of them, shouldn't I do what he did?"
Chubanov asked rhetorically.
"Just deal with a few of them, how are you going to pick out these people, are you going to let them go when you sent the money last night," Seryosha asked again.
"Shouldn't it be like this?"
Chubanov asked curiously.
"But if this is the case, they are likely to use you to retaliate against those honest cadres who refuse to go along with them, and have you ever thought that this would ruin your reputation?"
Seryosha advised.
"Then what do you mean," Chubanov asked.
"It's very simple, they just met and paid hundreds of thousands of yuan to buy you, if you take this money and return to Moscow to be questioned by the Politburo like this, I think these corrupt officials in Uzbekistan will definitely laugh at us like fools.
You must know that they made hundreds of thousands of dollars as soon as they made a move, so how much did they make I remember that Rashidov has been the first secretary here for nearly 20 years, how much money do you think he has" Seryosha seduced Chubanov step by step.
"Go on," Chubanov asked with a wicked smile.
"Comrade Churbanov, the Party Central Committee has sent us here to investigate their problems, and our first step is to find out how many families they have, and only then can we calculate a reasonable price," Seryosha continued to agitate Chulbanov.
Chubanov had fully understood at this time, Seryosha was going to share the spoils with the Uzbek officials in proportion Chubanov suddenly felt a burst of excitement, and he hurriedly asked: "What do you want to do?"
"The first thing we have to do is to return the money first, we can't let them look deflated," Seryosha said solemnly, and Chubanov nodded in agreement.
Seryosha's remarks finally moved Chubanov, and he wanted to encourage Chubanov to give the Uzbek officials a dose of strong medicine, only in this way could these officials understand that the black money hidden under the bed, in the cellar, and sleeping in the cracks of the wall was actually not safe, and must be handed over to professionals to take care of.
After the two reached an agreement, they immediately made a phone call to the chief of staff, Umarov.
Called him to the hotel.
When Umarov walked into Chubanov's room with a smile on his face, he did not expect that Chubanov's harsh criticism awaited him.
"When I was in Moscow, I heard some criticism of Uzbek cadres.
At the time, I just thought it was some ill-intentioned guy who made a small report to his superiors, but last night, you guys opened my eyes," Chubanov said in a serious tone.
"Minister Chulbanov, where did you start with this" Umarov was a little overwhelmed when he saw Chulbanov's face change.
Without saying a word, Chubanov picked up the leather bag on the table and threw it directly at Umarov.
Umarov was so frightened that he retreated again and again, and with a "bang", the bag fell to the ground, and the rubles inside were scattered.
"Look at what you gave me, what is this, don't you know that this is a violation of discipline," Chubanov scolded excitedly.
The sweat on Umarov's forehead suddenly fell, and he explained with some embarrassment: "These are all pieces of the hearts of comrades, you" "Forget it, you're making me make a mistake, I know that's not what you mean, you take the money back, I, Chulbanov, am not the kind of cadre you think" After Chubanov finished speaking, he asked Seryosha to send off the guest, and Umarov could only leave the room with the money with a heavy face.
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