Chapter 117

All that remains for Robert is to turn these billions of rubles into dollars!

According to the official list, 15 rubles is equivalent to 1 US dollar!

The official quote of one billion rubles just exceeded 60 million!

However, Soviet banks absolutely did not allow capital to flow out and could therefore only launder money on the black market. Around 1978, the price on the black market was about 20 rubles per dollar, and in 1991 it was about 40-70 rubles per dollar.

In other words, Robert's money can only be exchanged for a maximum of 25 million US dollars, and the money confiscated by Gao Jianjun can only get 750,000 US dollars on the black market. According to the exchange rate of 100 USD = 523.33 RMB, this is approximately 3.75 million RMB!

And also a huge amount of money.

Indeed, the most beneficial thing is provided for in criminal law. (You must follow the right path! For family and happiness, don't think extravagantly, the dog's head will save your life.)

Kamenev did not delay the transfer.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the money will be returned to your account.

Robert went downstairs to the lobby and called Duong Dao on the landline.

"Boss, I have something." He formed a semicircle, resting his elbows on the table and rolling a commemorative coin of the Defense of Moscow on his right finger. An old woman wearing a Soviet military uniform is selling this medal. She told me that her husband died three years ago. This medal is his favorite. It was originally intended as a souvenir, but now...I don't have any money so I want to go out. No cu. It was bought by Robert for $500.

Maybe this guy...

The holy prostitute's heart is overflowing.

"I will call you, contact him and ask him for help." Duong Dao's tone was gentle and he announced a series of numbers. Robert read it silently a few times and wrote it down. Felix calls for 1 million US dollars and asks him to recruit capable lawyers to form a team of lawyers and find a place that can be an office.

This is exactly what Duong Dao has thought about for a long time.

Business people may one day be sued, and a team of lawyers is essential.

"Understand." After Robert answered, he hung up. Looking back, he saw the receptionists looking at him with lustful eyes. Robert raised his eyebrows and took out an Andrew Jackson ($20), he thought the other party wanted a tip, but who knows, the other party shook his head, leaned forward and said in English: "Sir , I heard you want a lawyer?"

He's nervous! He even stood firmly at the edge of the reception desk. Robert was silent, frowning, did the other party hear?

Seeing her dissatisfied expression, the man panicked and quickly waved his hand: "Miss, I... I didn't mean it, I just wanted to say, can you give me a chance, I'm also a lawyer, I'm a graduate of the Moscow Law Faculty, I'm familiar with Western law and have worked as a lawyer in Western organizations."

lawyer…

Is reception now?

Robert was surprised, but only for a moment, because nothing was impossible in the Soviet Union in the 1990s. The head designer of the Miri Design Bureau once set up a stall on the street. Only those who have gone bankrupt know what's truly sad, because in Under the Tide there is even the possibility of resistance, there is no other choice but to wait for death.

"Give me a chance, sir, please give me a chance." The other party started crying.

He wants to live!

The Soviet bear was about to die and he didn't want to be buried with him. Why does he study? Not just for money! To live better tomorrow, but now? Instead, it resembles an empty ideal, full of Platonic deceptions.

Seeing this, the employee not far from Robert thought he was in danger so he crouched down. He couldn't help but put his hand inside his suit with a fierce look in his eyes. The first person puts their hand behind their back, sticks out their finger, and shakes it. A moment later, the two employees stopped and slowly lowered their hands.

Robert glanced at the name tag on the other person's chest. "Vissarion Grigorievich Belinsky!"

"Sorry, sir, I don't think you are very suitable for our company." Robert still refused.

Vessarion quickly said: "I know, but I just want to live!" No matter what you do, as long as you can get me out of Moscow, please, I don't want to be here anymore.

"Are you brave?" Robert suddenly asked.

Visarion was surprised and quickly said: "Fat."

"Did you see the car at the hotel gate? Break the window for me and beat the people inside, I'll take you with me." Robert was lying at his desk, his left thumb pointing up. A little behind, the voice was low, the person behind raised his head, and sure enough, a medium-sized black car was heard outside. Inside, several people's heads could be seen, gritting his teeth and picking up a bottle. go up. . wine under the cabinet and chirping. Taking a few bites, he threw the clothes on the table, picked up an armchair from the table, roared under the surprised eyes of the customers, walked out and hit the windshield!

Suddenly, cracks slowly spread throughout the glass.

Still not satisfied, Visarion jumped on the hood, kicked the window, and then jumped back onto the roof, bouncing and bouncing.

Four big guys immediately jumped out of the carriage, trying to knock him over, but Vessarion seemed slippery, as if he had gone too far. He stretched his butt provocatively everywhere. This ability to arouse hatred is not small.

Robert watched lively inside, hooked his tongue under his gums, set his watch, and looked deeply at the guy who got out of the car.

Those four people stared at him for several days.

Do you really think he doesn't know? And at this moment, one of them swore at him and walked towards the bathroom next to the living room, and even took a peek at Robert.

Robert winked at the two employees, who nodded slightly and followed in casually. The man is washing his hands inside. Seeing two employees come in, he frowned, the corner of his right eye twitched slightly, his heart pounded but he remained calm, rubbing his little finger. The staff occupied the sinks on the left and right. Patience.

The first person took a deep breath, shook hands, turned and left. At this time, the employee on the left strangled him from behind and covered his mouth. Belly, moaning, screaming.

Two employees dragged him into the hole, locked the door and punched and kicked him, trying to tear something off his body.

This guy is just not gnawing, his bones are hard, but the people in the company are all kind people like Duong Dao, of course they do not advocate violence. What they just did was just an illusion. They just need to press the flush button and then stick their heads into the hole.

"Sir, please wash your face, do you remember anything?"

"Woo woo woo…"

…

Robert looked at his watch and the drama outside was finally over. Vissarion was pinned to the ground and brutally beaten. His nose was bruised and his face was also bruised. Finally, the hotel manager rushed to help him, but the stakes were high. To compensate, Vessarion clutched his face in pain.

At this moment, two employees ran over, one of them whispered a few words in his ear.

"Are you sure?" » Robert frowned and asked.

"Of course."

Damned!

These people turned out to be members of a local gang in Moscow? !

I don't remember any intersection with them? Robert frowned, thought for a moment, lowered his sleeve, put it in his pocket, walked towards Visarion, pushed away the manager who was swearing in Russian, pointed at the crushed car: "How much does this car cost?"

It was sudden and direct.

The remaining three looked at each other and a man with an East Asian face said: "30,000 rubles!"

Thirty thousand rubles is absolutely a lion's mouth? He could have bought a tank in Moscow, but he still asked the employee to go to his room to get the money, then threw the whole bag at his opponent's feet: "I bought this car so I have a lot of nonsense to talk about. " . ". Then he turned to Vessarion and said: "Go on crushing! Crush him for me.

Vissarion blushed.

He heard that many local tyrants in Russia used RPGs to bomb sports cars, but after all, it was normal, and now someone bought a car for 30,000 rubles just to destroy it. I have never seen this kind of "local tyrant" style.

"Come here if you have anything to do. Don't do anything sneaky. I know who you are. If you want to know who I am, just ask directly. But I advise you not to be too curious. Curiosity killed the cat. » Robert approached them, he took out a piece of gum from his pocket, put it in his mouth and said, squinting his eyes and smiling comfortably.

The man with the East Asian face was stunned for a moment, as if thinking of something, looking left and right, his heart racing. He had just taken two steps forward when the employee stood in front of Robert, weakly revealing a pistol.

"Vissarion, let's go. Next time I'll let you find out what a tank is. " Robert laughed loudly, when he turned around, his face shrunk, very ugly. He did not want to have any grudges with the local gangs in Moscow, because they were famous for being daring and notorious.

Currently, they mainly participate in traffic by car. I heard that the Berlin police chief's Mercedes-Benz was lost and found in Moscow four months later.

It's just that in the 1980s they were still suppressed and didn't dare to say anything. Since the beginning of 1991, their crime rate has continuously increased and they gradually turned from making money to violence.

His only thought now was to settle things and leave.

…

"Where's Coolidge?" » asked the East Asian man.

"He said he was going to the bathroom ~www.mtlnovel.com~ One of them said, the three of them looked at each other with ugly faces, then ran to the bathroom. Coolidge of the dog. Immediately angry!

In this generation, whenever they have been beaten like this before, they will rush into battle.

"Take Coolidge back and tell the boss, this is a good idea."

"Torov!" Someone shouted discontentedly.

The East Asian man frowned: "Listen to me! The voice rang out, although few people were upset, they could only grit their teeth and pull Kuliqi out.

It's just the body, why does it have a little smell?