A luxurious Mercedes-Benz sedan slowly stopped on the dilapidated road some distance from the workers' new village in the south of Moscow, and a young man wearing an Adidas black tracksuit stepped out of the passenger seat, trotted behind the detour, opened the door, and respectfully invited Ivankov, who was sitting in the back seat.
"Boss, this is it," the young man said, pointing to a busy construction site in the distance.
Ivankov held a cigarette and looked at the construction vehicles coming in and out in the distance without saying a word, and suddenly there was an inexplicable sense of nervousness in his heart.
During this time, I don't know why, the southern part of the city, which has always been uncared for, suddenly started construction again, Ivankov couldn't help but feel a strange feeling, his territory is located near this area, as long as the government has any movement, Ivankov can't take it lightly, after all, this is where Ivankov lives by.
However, Ivankov has not yet had direct contact with these construction workers, and the areas where the construction work is started are relatively close to the city, and Ivankov's lair is a little further south, but there are still some bad signs reaching his ears.
His younger brother told him that people from the government had often come here to inspect the buildings that had been suspended, and Ivankov felt that this was a dangerous signal, which meant that it was possible that the government would redevelop the area, which was the last thing Ivankov wanted to see, but then something even more surprising happened, Ivankov's subordinates found that the young man brought by Petrov last time was actually the new deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee in Moscow, and his photo was clearly printed on the newspaper, and the subordinates who had seen the guy last time were very impressed by himAfter all, this guy bought an Aston Martin limited edition sports car with a lot of money, and they made a lot of money.
Ivankov couldn't understand how the old man Petrov got involved with the secretary of the Youth League Committee, but he felt a little frightened, whether the old man Petrov had defected to the government, or helped the government deal with himself, which made Ivankov a little worried.
Now Ivankov has become suspicious of Petrov, and naturally does not dare to contact him again.
He couldn't understand why a secretary of the Youth League Committee would spend a lot of money to order an Aston Martin with him, he didn't want to think about the meaning, he only knew one thing, that is, the government people were going to invade his territory, and he had to do something to make these guys dispel the idea.
"They work for hours a day," Ivankov asked his men.
"From 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., then these construction workers are off duty," replied the subordinate.
"Think of a way, give them a warning" Ivankov finished speaking and walked back to the car, just when his subordinates thought that Ivankov had finished explaining, Ivankov suddenly rolled down the window again, and added to him: "Try to be more restrained, don't make things big all at once" The subordinate hurriedly nodded yes and trotted away. 。。。
When a Soviet Airlines flight landed at a New York airport at night, Grigory put away his notebook and began to prepare for landing.
This is his second time in the United States, and unlike the last time he represented his country in the competition, Grigory came to help at the request of Seryosha's friends.
Although Seryosha told him that he didn't have to come, Grigory came.
Grigory followed the crowd out of the airport gate, and just after passing customs, he saw a strong man in a suit and leather shoes holding a sign with his name written on it, and the Russian letters on the sign were particularly conspicuous in the airport of this English-speaking country.
Grigory quickly trotted to the start, stretched out his hand, and said something good: "Hello, I am Grigory" Yuri was reminded by Grigory's voice, and then he came back to his senses, he quickly held Grigory's hand and said: "It's a pleasure to meet you, I always hear Seryosha mention your deeds, you can call me Yuri, my car is outside, let's go first" Yuri took Grigory's luggage, and the two quickly left the place, went to the underground parking lot, got into the car, and the car quickly left the airport.
"I didn't expect to come here again to gamble, last time I had a great time with Seryosha in Taj Mahal, by the way, I heard that you also have a casino, where is it," Grigory asked.
"Didn't Seryosha tell you, now that the Taj Mahal is already our casino, including you are also one of the bosses, don't you know that Seryosha made a fortune by making 10 million dollars from you, I think you can't spend all this money for the rest of your life if you don't do anything" Yuri said to Grigory with a smile, he didn't treat this little guy as an outsider at all.
"Ah, how long has it been that Taj Mahal was actually bought by Seryosha, how the hell did he do it," Grigory said in confusion.
"It's very complicated, in fact, I don't know very well, most of the time Seryosha tells me to do whatever I do, I used to fool around at the Gorky Automobile Plant, and I never thought that I would be able to live this kind of life in this life," Yuri said with some emotion.
The car quickly drove into the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in the center of the city, Yuri parked the car in front of the porch of the hotel, threw the key to the doorman, and then walked into the hotel with Grigory.
The two of them first went to the restaurant to fill their stomachs, and then Yuri, after consulting Grigori's opinion, took him to the bar to relax with a few drinks.
Seryosha told Yuri Grigori about his preferences, Yuri ordered a glass of yogurt and a glass of whiskey, and the two began to sit and talk.
"Seryosha told me that you have all been in the gulag, tell me what it's like inside," Grigory asked curiously.
"It's really not a good place inside, there is endless work, endless fights, and you have to always be on guard against being retaliated against or Seryosha is powerful, and after living in less than a month, I ran out of it with my father," Yuri sighed.
"Oh, he'd never told me that, how did he do it?"
asked Grigory, curious.
"My dad told me that he blew up the prison warehouse with a wire, and then they used magnesium powder for fitness to burn through the prison gate and escaped in chaos, and then stole a car and came to Gorky" t1706231537: