Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 1174 The drunkard doesn’t care about drinking

In the blink of an eye, it is already midsummer.

It’s just that I don’t really have much of an experience in Moscow, especially for those who are spending the summer here for the first time, who may think they are in spring.

The average daily temperature is only a dozen degrees, with a huge temperature difference between morning and night, and the lowest temperature does not exceed ten degrees Celsius.

Of course, this did not prevent the Soviet people from putting on light clothes and enjoying the summer fever. The beautiful scenery brought by Slavic or Caucasian girls could be seen everywhere on the streets.

It seems that a girl like Liu Jingyan who still wears a windbreaker might be a little strange in the eyes of the Soviet people. They might wonder if beauty is envied by God and that this beautiful Chinese girl has some serious illness?
Da da da……

The sound of high-heeled shoes echoed clearly in the ears, showing how quiet and empty the first-floor lobby of the huge Soviet State Bank's Moscow headquarters was. The staff behind the counter almost fell asleep in their chairs.

Li Jiankun, wearing black sunglasses, looked at the strange woman beside him and asked, "What do you think?"

"A typical stable income regardless of drought or flood."

Liu Jingyan curled her lips and said, "It's a stable job anyway, and the salary is relatively fixed. The only reason that the frontline staff still work from nine to five every day is because of internal discipline. As for the non-frontline staff, it's hard to say whether they are on duty or not. In the final analysis, most of them are just idling around, and there is no sense of service at all. Look over there, a customer finally comes to deposit money, but she is ignoring him. She almost rolled her eyes for disturbing her nap. Oh no, she already squinted her eyes, as if the customer came to deposit money and made demands on them."

After a pause, Liu Jingyan said, "Give me a month, and I can make sure that no Soviet people other than those working in non-official business will ever enter this bank again."

After obtaining the No. 001 foreign-funded financial license, Li Jiankun seized the opportunity and rented a building in the central city of Moscow, only a few hundred meters away from here, on the same street.

After intensive decoration and preparation, the opening is imminent.

It just so happens that Liu Jingyan is free now. She is a strong woman who has studied finance with top traders and managed a financial investment group with a scale of hundreds of billions of dollars. Asking her to manage the financial business in the Soviet Union would be a waste of talent.

However, the Soviet Union's mess cannot be judged by common sense.

Li Jiankun reminded: "Our real competitor is not the Soviet bank."

Liu Jingyan moved closer to him and asked in a low voice, "What exactly is this situation? Master, what is your purpose?"

"The current goal is only one: to absorb rubles."

"That's it?"

Li Jiankun laughed and scolded, "What do you mean by that? I am very ambitious. I want all the rubles to be in my hands, and let other banks suffer. What? Can you do it?"

Liu Jingyan was speechless. How could this be possible?

Do you really think that banks like Citigroup and Chase, whose progress is no slower than theirs, are just sitting there doing nothing?

And to be honest, whether in terms of international reputation or corporate scale, China Huaqiang Taikoo Bank is far inferior to some of its powerful neighbors.

Yes, the Soviet Union currently issues a limited number of foreign financial licenses, and the several capital consortiums that have already obtained them have their headquarters located on this street, which Moscow citizens are accustomed to calling "Bank Street." The air seems to be filled with the smell of gunpowder, and it is foreseeable that this street will soon become very lively.

"I will try my best."

Liu Jingyan, who had already developed a domineering temperament that intimidated small town girls like Su Wa, could only reply in this way.

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Nowadays, everyone in Moscow's upper circles knows that Kryuchkov and Jack Lee have a good relationship.

Jack Lee's willingness to participate in some official financial meetings originated from Kryuchkov's invitation.

Therefore, it is very normal for the two of them to have a meal or afternoon tea together occasionally.

In a state-owned cafe, two people sat by the window. Outside the window were two black Volga sedans, one of which had a special license plate from the Security Bureau. Several strong men in black clothes and wearing earplugs were guarding the car.

There were two tables around this window seat in the cafe that were occupied at the moment, and the rest were all empty.

Although there was no intention to disturb the cafe's business, anyone could see that this area was off-limits to strangers.

Kryuchkov twisted the metal spoon and slowly stirred the black coffee that had just been added with milk. He said, "There are two things. The first thing I want to ask you for is a favor. The second thing I hope you can help me with."

Li Jiankun picked up the white porcelain coffee cup and took a sip, frowning slightly. It was really damn unpalatable. Even though he didn't like coffee, the occasional coffee he drank was not so bad that he couldn't swallow it.

"It's originally provided to citizens. It's normal for a big boss like you to not be used to it." Kryuchkov also took a sip and smacked his lips, enjoying it very much. These days, it's good to have something to drink.

Nowadays, most citizens cannot dare to go to such consumption places and enjoy a cup of coffee on a whim.

Li Jiankun said: "Go ahead."

"We should thank you for Ivankov's death. Timofeyev was also a jerk, but he collected protection money, so the harm was relatively less. Timofeyev respected you as the boss, so he would definitely listen to you. We want him to eliminate some evil forces, you know, the kind that were involved in prostitution, gambling, and drugs."

Li Jiankun laughed in silence, "Fight violence with violence?"

Timofeev laughed and said, "I learned this from you."

"This will make Timofeev more powerful. I can't guarantee that he will stop doing pornography, gambling and drugs in the future."

"It's okay. The difficulty of dealing with these guys lies in their large number. If you defeat one, another will pop up. If only one big one is left, it will be a good thing."

Li Jiankun suddenly realized, "We can talk. If we can reach an agreement, I can control the entire underground world by myself. If we can't reach an agreement, it will be easier to fight one person."

Kryuchkov nodded.

"What's the second thing?" Li Jiankun asked.

"Why do all of you foreign financial groups that come here all go into banking? Financial business covers a wide range, such as insurance and investment."

Li Jiankun said with emotion: "You are a rare clear-headed person in the Soviet Union."

"Although it's a compliment, I really can't be happy." Kryuchkov frowned and waited for the answer.

“Because they wanted to do a lot of things in the Soviet Union, such as the investment you mentioned, but they didn’t want to take out the money.”

Kryuchkov frowned. "Using the Soviet people's money to invest in the Soviet Union?"

Li Jiankun shrugged and said, "That's normal. Getting something for nothing has always been the specialty of capital."

Seeing Kryuchkov's uncertain expression, Li Jiankun added: "It's useless. You don't understand economics. Do you think your boss, who has so many economic advisers around him, can still know nothing? He doesn't mind us, the first ones to come in, getting something for nothing. This is an exchange of interests. We are both pioneers and pioneers. He needs our help to develop the Soviet Union's market economy."

Kryuchkov regained his composure and asked, "What about you? You just said 'they want to', but you are also running a bank. I remember you promised before that you would not directly plunder the Soviet people."

"I also said that if it was a plan and I had no choice, I would inform you in advance and return the benefits."

Li Jiankun nodded and said, "But my idea is different from theirs. I opened a bank not for the purpose of making money out of nothing. I have other purposes."

Kryuchkov stared at him for a few seconds and asked: "Can I know?"

Li Jiankun shook his head and said, "It's no good. You still can't participate in the Soviet Union's major economic decisions. Since you can't change them, knowing too much may hurt things. It may ruin my business, ruin the ultimate goal I mentioned to you, and ruin the possibility that the Soviet economy will not become so bad in the end."

Kryuchkov asked suspiciously, "But I know your ultimate goal. Aren't you worried that it will be leaked from me?"

Li Jiankun smiled and said, "First of all, since I came to the Soviet Union, I must have done some homework in advance. I can trust your outlet. Secondly, even if you really leak it, someone has to believe it. They will try to deduce and figure out what I will do. To be frank, they can't deduce it. This is also the reason why I can't tell you everything. Not to mention you, the plan is only in my mind. Even the people I trust the most, I only tell them one step at a time."

Kryuchkov moved his lips, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end he could only say, "You are a terrible person."

Li Jiankun laughed loudly. "If the KGB leader's evaluation gets out, who would dare to mess with me?"

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In the Red House, Timofeev's attitude became more humble with each visit.

During this period, the man in front of him was a big celebrity in the Soviet Union. He frequently appeared in newspapers and news. The accompanying photos showed him either traveling with this absolute high-level official or chatting and laughing with that absolute high-level official.

Timofeev is one of those rare people whose brains are proportional to his brawn. He does not think that just because he can call the shots in the underworld, he can act arrogantly in front of the state apparatus.

"What I am about to say is not what I asked you to do, and since he didn't ask me to keep it confidential, I will just tell you directly." Li Jiankun said, and then told him about what Kryuchkov asked him to do for help.

Timofeev was shocked. "Him?"

Everyone in the underworld thought he was brave, and he once thought he was fearless. But now Timofeyev understood that it was only because his sky was only the size of a palm, and his vision could only reach the scenery below the wellhead. The terrifying things were too far away from him, and those who are ignorant are fearless.

Kryuchkov is definitely the king of terror.

It is hard to imagine that he has such a good relationship with Mr. Li. If this matter were to be spread, the entire security bureau would be discredited, but he would actually ask Mr. Li for help.

Timofeev bowed even lower, his eyes more awed, and replied: "I will do it."

"One more thing, my personal matter."

"Your business is my business."

"Go buy me some tickets and bring back a bag of money."

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While the two were chatting on the first floor of the manor, upstairs, Suwa came to the door of a study room trembling with fear.

The door was not closed. Liu Jingyan was sitting behind the mahogany desk, her fingertips dancing with a series of snapping sounds. On the desk in front of her was an IBM 5140 laptop.

Of course, although it is called this, it has not yet fully evolved into the appearance of later laptops. It has an additional box-like "tail". When the flip screen is closed, the whole looks more like a suitcase than a notebook.

"Is there something?" Liu Jingyan glanced at the door, her hands moving non-stop.

Sova walked into the room and placed a cup of Earl Grey coffee on a tray within her reach.

Her red lips curled up, "If someone is too attentive to you for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief."

Su Wa's forehead was sweating. She didn't dare to look her in the eye. She said with a stiff face, "I have a friend who should be able to work in a bank. I want to ask Sister Liu for an interview opportunity for her."

Taking her fingers off the keyboard, Liu Jingyan took the coffee cup, leaned back in her chair, and asked, "What kind of job should I be able to do?"

"Cashier." Suwa was delighted and hurriedly introduced her friend who worked as a cashier in a unit before. However, before she got a formal position, the unit was merged into another one, and they didn't want a temporary worker like her.

"female?"

"Ah."

"is it beautiful?"

“Very beautiful!”

"Better than you?"

“Prettier than me!”

Liu Jingyan gave her a suspicious look and said, "Bring it to the bank tomorrow morning."

She has been busy recruiting these days. The boss has transferred some people from the port city to do behind-the-scenes work, but those front-line positions that directly face customers must recruit local talents who can speak Russian.

Suwa opened her eyes wide, "Tomorrow morning?"

"How about I go see her when she's free?"

Suwa waved her hands repeatedly and agreed immediately.

When the girl went downstairs, she happened to see Timofeev preparing to leave. She looked out the window at the night scene, asked for leave from her boss, and asked Timofeev to take her to the city.

In the car, Timofeyev and Suva sat in the back seat. The faint fragrance wafted over, making Timofeyev, who hadn't touched a woman for a while, feel depressed and a little dry in the mouth after his beloved Elena left forever.

"Ms. Souwa, you don't seem to be afraid of me at all."

Timofeev started a conversation, now that he knew all about Sova.

Suwa smiled and asked back: "Why should I be afraid of you?"

Timofeev looked as if he had realized something.

How could Suwa not know the dirty thoughts in his heart, but when the words came to her lips, she suddenly didn't want to explain. She thought that it would be good to make such a bad guy afraid of her, so that the boss would not stay in the Soviet Union forever.

After figuring out this point, no matter how much Timofeev coveted her body, he could only extinguish the evil fire in his heart.

Suva's bullying soon showed results. Timofeev not only brought her to the city, but also calmly asked the driver to search the streets according to Suva's instructions in the middle of the night.

The biggest thief in the Soviet Union today is willing to accompany him.

After a long while, Suwa frowned and murmured, "Why didn't I see it?"

Timofeev asked: "Your friend should also be a great beauty, right?"

"Of course!"

"In that case, there must be some business at this late hour."

Suwa suddenly realized.

The two had never seen each other since Milana started doing this job, and she only heard that Milana was on this street.

Yes, work.

Milana's family is not well off. Her parents are farmers and live in a remote countryside. They supported her all the way to school until she started working in Moscow. They have spent all their savings and both of them are sick from overwork and need to take medicine all year round. That's why Milana can't go back. With the current bad economy, no matter what she does if she returns to her hometown, she won't be able to support her parents. That's why Milana decided to take this step resolutely. Her parents' deteriorating health won't wait for her.

Milana is definitely not the kind of girl who allows herself to fall!
However, if she couldn't find her on the street, Suva didn't know where to look, as she didn't know where Milana lived now.

At an alley, Timofeev asked the driver to stop the car and asked several street prostitutes. None of the street prostitutes had heard of the name Milana, but when Suva described her, they all showed some jealousy in their eyes.

Timofeev got the answer by throwing out a few banknotes.

Milana did work as a street prostitute for a while, but she was soon spotted and taken to a high-end place called Paradise of Happiness. Of course, the business sign for this kind of business was definitely not hung out openly, and they only had a street address.

"Is there such a place in this area?" Timofeyev looked at Anton behind him.

Anton was puzzled. He had never heard of it. "It should have just been started."

The black Benz started again and soon arrived outside a monastery. Suwa felt a little chilly. The so-called paradise of happiness was actually here?
The monastery had a courtyard, and there was a sentry box next to the big iron gate. Two young men were on duty. Anton got off the car, and I don't know what he said to them, and the big iron gate opened quickly.

When they arrived at the main building, the huge door opened a crack and a fat middle-aged man walked out. He smiled and said welcome to the distinguished guests. When he saw Suwa, he was slightly startled, but soon relieved, as he had seen all kinds of bad tastes that were unimaginable.

There is another world inside the building. The real paradise of happiness is underground, with a large underground space.

When walking down the historic mottled stone stairs, everyone suddenly got goose bumps all over their bodies, and heard bursts of heart-wrenching screams and crazy laughter.

"Shit!" Timofeev cursed. "Is this heaven or hell?"

The fat middle-aged man smiled attentively and flatteringly, "It all depends on the VIP's preference."

Suwa's face was pale. She suppressed her fear and quickened her pace to go downstairs.

(End of this chapter)