Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 1166 The gangster eats the gangster

There is no wall that is impenetrable, and Popov, whose life was considered a complete waste of air by the small town residents, moved into the red house, cut his hair, shaved his beard, put on fancy clothes, and transformed himself into a charming uncle. There was no hiding of this.

Then people will be very strange.

Why can Popov live in the red house?
What on earth happened that allowed a hopeless alcoholic and lazy man to completely turn himself around?
There was a lot of discussion and different opinions.

And that's just one of the odd things about the Red House.

In recent days, strangers have come to the town every day and then enter the red house. Although their clothes are different, some look decent, and some are as sloppy as Popov in the past, but they also have something in common: they are all young and strong, carrying simple luggage.

After entering the red house, it seems like you will settle down there.

Some residents in the town deliberately approached the red house while taking a walk and heard noises similar to those of soldiers training coming from inside the high courtyard wall.

What does the new foreign master want to do?
Recruit a group of young and strong people and raise private soldiers?

Then what, what's the plan?

If this matter gets out, it would be strange if the police don't come and raid the Red House.

Some people have already gone to see the mayor, old Andre. There is a sense of unrest around him, especially around where the whole family lives, which is worrying.

Something that aroused expectations and slightly diverted people's attention.

At a time when the economic situation is getting worse and worse, and most shops are out of goods and may close down at any time, someone actually bought a store in the town.

Two Chinese!
Many townspeople had seen the two men entering and leaving the red house.

It is said that in the urban area, the most popular people are the Chinese, because they can always bring in scarce supplies.

The Chinese opened a shop in the town. Are they preparing to sell scarce supplies?
The residents of the town noticed that there were often trucks driving into the town at night, and it seemed that they were loading a lot of goods into the new store.

People were extremely happy and looked forward to the early opening of Chinese stores.

However, the door of this shop was not open at all.

There is no sign hanging on the door.

As if everything was ready, the two Chinese bosses moved out two armchairs and lay down at the door to bask in the sun.

There is no intention of doing business at all.

Finally, someone couldn't help it and came to inquire. It was because the Welsh tavern couldn't even supply loose wine, let alone vodka, and the alcohol craving was making a fuss.

"Excuse me, do you have any wine for sale?"

In the dim sunlight, Chen Yajun, lying on a chair, took off the white dome hat covering his face, glanced at the person who came forward to ask questions, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

The small side door of the store opened, and a driver and translator named Shihao in Chinese came out. He looked at the visitor expressionlessly and asked, "What are you doing?"

Jin Biao kicked him without even opening his eyes, "Be more enthusiastic."

Shihao quickly put on a smile and said, "Welcome, sir, what can I do for you?"

"Um... I want to buy some wine, I wonder if you have any?"

"Of course, please come in." Shihao made an inviting gesture.

The drunk man followed him into the house and was shocked after a moment.

Damn, what don’t they have?

Food, clothing, and daily necessities, all kinds of biscuits and canned goods filled the entire row of shelves. Old Wales boasted that he had been in the liquor business for more than 30 years, and there was no one he didn't know in the business. As a result, he begged for help from everyone for several days but failed to get any liquor. The liquor was stacked in boxes in the store, like a mountain.

Although it is an unknown foreign liquor and a bit expensive compared to vodka, it is not unacceptable considering that it is purchased during the drought season.

The drunkard paid for a bottle on the spot and couldn't wait to take a gulp before leaving the store. He was also worried about being cheated. After taking the drink, he was amazed.

It’s fucking awesome!
In the end, I didn't feel like I was losing anything, I actually made a lot of money.

The drunkard left contentedly with the wine called Erguotou, and soon the unique business model of the nameless Chinese store spread throughout the town.

People came in droves.

No one was disappointed, everyone came with excitement and left with satisfaction.

In the twilight, the crowd in the town gradually dispersed. An old lady with her head covered by a torn scarf, holding a little girl with a rosy face, passed by an unknown Chinese product. She stopped, looked sideways, and did not dare to go forward.

Squeak.

The small side door of the store opened.

Chen Yajun brought Shihao out and asked the old lady if she wanted to shop.

The old lady shook her head at first, then turned over the corner of her old cotton-padded jacket, turned over two more layers, and fished out a neatly folded, crumpled banknote from her waistband. She asked cautiously, "I only have 10 kopecks. Can I buy something to eat?"

The old lady rubbed her granddaughter's head. There was a sense of heartache and deep self-blame in her cloudy old eyes.

"Where are her parents?" Chen Yajun asked, and Shihao translated.

"She's gone. She's... not home anymore," the old lady looked down at her granddaughter, "She's gone to a very far place. She won't come back until she grows up."

The little girl said happily: "When my parents come back, they will bring me a lot of delicious food!"

Chen Yajun signaled Shihao to take the 10 kopecks. Without inviting the old and young couple into the store, he quickly took out a snakeskin bag with half a bag of food in it and handed it to the old man.

The old lady opened the bag and took a look, then quickly stuffed the bag back, daring to put it back in.

Even though she had never seen the world, she knew that half a bag of food could not be bought for even 10 rubles, let alone 10 kopecks.

100 kopecks equals 1 ruble.

"You old lady are really interesting. Am I the boss or are you? I am willing to sell it, and you just take it." Chen Yajun said unhappily.

The old lady burst into tears, and held her young granddaughter, who was still ignorant, and bowed deeply together. Then she held the snakeskin bag tightly in one hand, and held her granddaughter's hand with the other. She left quickly before the night fell, walking faster than the young girl.

Looking at their backs gradually walking away, Chen Yajun smiled knowingly. Even though it was the rule set by Brother Kun, it was still pretty cool.

The next day.

The two generals Heng and Ha met the first person who came to buy something on credit.

He is a big man with a burly build.

"It's a small business, no credit." Jin Biao was lying on a soft, cushioned chair with a guardrail at the door of the store. He glanced at the big man and said lightly.

"I'll pay it back!" The big man clenched his fists.

Shihao groaned twice and said, "What's the matter, you want to use violence?"

He glanced towards the red house, raised his head and said proudly, "Come over and poke me with your finger, try it?"

The big man followed his gaze, his fists gradually unclenched, and he said with a sad face: "Please lend me money for once. My family is out of food, and my wife and children have nothing to eat."

Chen Yajun opened his sleepy eyes and asked, "Is it my fault?"

Big man: "..."

Jin Biao said, "It's impossible to buy on credit. You're a muscled guy, can't you think of a way to make money?"

"How can I earn money? Where can I find a job now?"

"Will you hunt?"

"That will work! But... I don't even have the money to buy shotgun bullets."

"I can lend you the bullets first. If you hunt good stuff, we'll buy back the fur at a high price. Do you want to do it?"

"Dry!"

Late in the night, there was a knock on the door. It was a man who had borrowed a hunting rifle and bullets to go hunting. He brought in a medium-sized black bear with thick, long fur. He was determined to get it.

It is no coincidence.

The next day, someone came to buy on credit again.

It's a woman.

Tears were streaming down his face, and the reason was the same: there was no food at home.

Chen Yajun took out a snakeskin bag from the store and threw it at the woman's feet. "Sister, we can't sell on credit. It's not easy for anyone here these days. We have come all the way here to get the supplies. Do you think it's easy? This is a bag of plastic flower materials. The production method is very simple, but it requires carefulness and patience. You need to stick the petals and leaves one by one. There should be no obvious traces of glue. Once you finish this bag and send it to me, I will pay you 20 rubles. If there is any loss, I will deduct money."

Shihao taught the woman step by step how to make a plastic rose, and the woman learned very seriously.

It’s really not difficult, but it does require carefulness and patience.

The woman thanked him repeatedly, trotted away with the snakeskin bag on her back, and couldn't wait to go home and get the whole family busy.

There were quite a few people watching, and many women immediately came forward to ask for plastic flower materials, saying that they could make them too.

Chen Yajun accepted everyone who came, and Shihao took out a small notebook to take notes.

This kind of plastic flowers sells particularly well in China. Domestic urban residents have basically solved the problem of food and clothing, and women with a little romance have begun to think about how to decorate their homes. Fresh flowers are too expensive and cannot bloom for too long, so plastic flowers are a good substitute.

Brother Kun said that Li Chaoren from Gangcheng started his business by doing this. In fact, the domestic economic development can refer to Gangcheng 20 or 30 years ago. If businessmen go out more often and refer to the economic development history of developed regions, they may be able to do big business. This is a shortcut.

That day, evening.

Jin Biao and Chen Yajun walked out of the store while tying their belts. There was a different world behind the store. Several rooms were filled with goods, and one of them had a big bed. Someone must be on guard here.

A young Slavic girl in a black woolen coat and with a rosy face walked in front of them.

"Ms. Jiana, you can have a double portion today."

The girl was ecstatic and started shopping on the shelves.

The two generals Heng and Ha also looked relieved.

There are always some people who don't want to do any hard work, but want to get what they want, which is like wishful thinking.

So the two generals Heng and Ha let her eat.

When Miss Jiana returned with a full load, she met a man outside the door. Both of them were a little embarrassed, so they just smiled awkwardly, nodded, and passed each other.

She is a woman with charm.

After Ji Ana disappeared into the night, the woman pushed open the small white fir door and walked into the shop.

The two generals Heng and Ha took a look and saw that it was an acquaintance. They had come to do business here many times before and they still remembered her clearly. She was perhaps the most charming mature woman in the town.

Chen Yajun exhaled a puff of smoke and asked with a smile: "Mrs. Winnie, are you here to buy something so late at night?"

Mrs. Winnie didn't say anything either. She untied the belt of her brown windbreaker and unbuttoned the buttons one by one.

stunning scenery.

There was only black underwear under the windbreaker.

Her extremely plump and perfect figure exudes extreme temptation, which is more than ten times better than Miss Jiana.
The two generals Heng and Ha, who had not yet recovered, could not help swallowing their saliva fiercely, and Shihao almost drooled all over the floor.

"Put it on." Jin Biao said suddenly.

This made Mrs. Winnie's charming smile freeze on her face.

Chen Yajun patted his face and said seriously, "Mrs. Winnie, it's not that you are not charming enough, you don't have to doubt it, it's really... Hey, our eldest brother made a rule that married women are not allowed to be touched, otherwise he will break our legs, so... please forgive us for our lack of understanding of romance."

"The owner of the red house, the new master?"

"Who else is worthy of being our big brother besides him?"

Mrs. Winnie looked gloomy. For a moment she thought of going directly to the red house, but she became discouraged in an instant. No matter how confident she was, she didn't think she could compare to Suwa, the pearl of the town.

After putting on her clothes, Mrs. Winnie turned to leave. However, just after leaving the shop, she pushed the door open and returned, blushing and saying, "Please, please give me a bag of plastic flower materials."

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The news that scarce supplies could be purchased in the town of Suleslavl even attracted people from other places.

Another group of people rode into the town on a 28-inch bicycle with various rolled-up bags on the back seat.

It was noon, when the streets of the town were at their busiest, and it was easy for the group to find the townspeople and ask questions.

"Hey man, I heard there's a Chinese-owned store in your town that sells all kinds of in-demand supplies?"

"Ah, what store? What Chinese?"

"Dude, you're being ridiculous. We've all heard about it."

"Why didn't I hear about it?"

"..."

"Hello ma'am, I heard there's a store in town that sells imported, in-demand supplies. Where is it?"

"Hey, these are all rumors. It's not true. You are not the first group of people who have made a wasted trip."

"..."

The group of outsiders did not give up and searched every shop on the street, but they really did not see any Chinese shops. One of them had been here once not long ago and only found a new shop in the town that made plastic flowers for others.

Failed.

The rumors are indeed unbelievable.

Come to think of it, if someone has supplies these days, only a fool would go to the city to sell them. It's so easy to make money from the rich and powerful, so who would come to a small town?

The mayor's house.

Old man Andre was entertaining a few people from the city.

My wife is a sensible old woman. She didn't take out the imported tea from the cupboard. Instead, she scraped some tea from a tea can and brought up a few cups of black tea that was not much different from boiled water.

"Mayor Nikonov, we received news that a group of hot-blooded young men have gathered in the villa in your town and are training every day. What are they trying to do?"

"Ah? Is that true?"

"Mayor Nikonov, you'd better think it over carefully."

"I really haven't heard of this."

"you sure?"

"of course."

"We're going to go there right away."

"Okay, I'll lead the way for you."

"No need."

The tea was not drunk, and several people came and left in a hurry.

After making sure they had left, old man Andre made a phone call to the Red House.

After he hung up the phone, the old woman asked worriedly, "Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

"I am afraid. I am even more afraid of being criticized by the elders and fellow villagers."

Old man Andre looked out the window. No matter what the man in the red house wanted to do, the people in the town no longer cared. Under the current situation, they would protect whoever could give them enough food.

The world is big, but nothing is bigger than filling your stomach.

In the red house, after several people from the city came, Su Wa came forward and invited them into the main living room on the first floor. She treated them to good wine and cigarettes and asked the kitchen to prepare a table. After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Su Wa did not forget to bring a gift for each of them. Several people returned satisfied, as if they had completely forgotten the purpose of their visit.

That night.

In the living room on the first floor of the manor, Li Jiankun was flipping through a document.

The information was about a man with an Asian-like face and a cruel and ruthless heart, just like the Japanese who would commit seppuku at any time, so he was nicknamed "Japanese".

This man is the so-called godfather of the underworld, Ivankov.

Judy Rockefeller, also known as Tracy, is the biggest helper in this underworld.

Li Jiankun's idea was simple: to deal with Judy, he had to clip her wings first.

"When will the weapons be available?" a voice came from my ear.

Li Jiankun looked sideways and said, "Isn't it me who takes the money? Are you going to do it?"

Popov shrugged and said, "That's fine. We have weapons in hand, so it won't be difficult to kill this guy."

Li Jiankun said with a click of his tongue: "I heard that there are many people who want to kill Ivankov, but Ivankov is still alive and well."

"We are not those people." Popov's expression was calm, as if he was just stating a fact.

Li Jiankun actually liked this invisible pretense and said with a smile: "No, I don't intend to let you kill him."

Popov was surprised. If he remembered correctly, Jack Lee had specifically mentioned the matter of killing Ivankov earlier.

Seeing what he was thinking, Li Jiankun shook his head and said, "I was just giving an example. Killing Ivankov won't solve the problem. The team is still there. It's just a matter of electing a new leader."

Without waiting for Popov to speak, Li Jiankun took another document from the mahogany coffee table and threw it to him.

After flipping through the book, Popov roughly understood his plan and warned him, "Although the Orekhovo criminal group is one of the largest criminal forces in Moscow, it is still no match for Ivankov. Moreover, the reason why Ivankov became the godfather of the underworld is that many people in the underworld respect him. As far as I know, Timofeev is one of the more famous ones."

Timofeev, the boss of the Orekhovo Group.

This move should be called black eating black.

The problem is that the strength of the two sides is unequal, and Xiaohei has expressed his respect for Dahei on many occasions in public.

"First of all, any war in the world is actually fought for money. I have money, but my enemy doesn't have money."

Li Jiankun said slowly, "Secondly, the reason why a person admires another person is because he feels that he is not as good as that person. One day when this person finds that he can replace that person, he will say, 'Nothing special.'"

Popov seemed to be thinking for a while, then asked, "Even if your plan is feasible, there are many candidates to choose from. Why did you choose Timofeev, a young man with no hair on his face? He is easier to control."

Li Jiankun shook his head again. "A person who loves watching Hollywood blockbusters and admires tough guys like Sylvester Stallone, in the final analysis, worships heroism. To put it in a bad way, he advocates violence. The tallest among the short people is often not the most harmful to society. After all, it is about supporting a person. Do you want me to support a guy who fights violence with violence, or a person who expands the business of prostitution, gambling and drugs?"

Popov suddenly realized.

There was a hint of gratitude in his eyes as he looked at Li Jiankun.

(End of this chapter)