Chapter 140: People who should go and things that should be said

In front of Terminal 2 of the airport in the eastern suburb of Krisko, the capital of northern Russia, there were so many luxury cars that the place looked like a car show. Even a regular car show would be hard-pressed to gather so many luxury cars.

In front of the terminal, two ground crew members were dumbfounded. One of them reached out and poked his colleague next to him, looked over there in disbelief and said, 'My God, I'm not mistaken, why are there so many luxury cars at our airport today? The people who can own these cars are definitely not ordinary people. We can only see such people occasionally here at the airport, and now there are so many of them all of a sudden. What's going on?'

Another old ground crew member said, 'Actually, I want to tell you, these people didn't just arrive today. They've been staying at the airport hotel. You might not know because you live at the airport, but I pass by there every day after work, and I can see their luxury cars parked in front of the entrance, but they're not driving in. I think they're waiting for someone here.'

This made him even more surprised: 'Who else is worth waiting for like this? Could it be the president? But the president's plane shouldn't take off from here, either.'

The old ground crew looked up at the sky and said, 'I'm afraid only God knows.'

The conversation between the two ground crew members had no effect on the line of luxury cars over there, and the sound did not even carry over. Of course, this was also related to the fact that there were many black-clad bodyguards standing near the line of luxury cars, and they were completely afraid to approach. However, it was precisely because they were afraid to approach that they could not see the anxiety over there.

At this moment, in front of the line of luxury cars, surrounded by numerous bodyguards, a dozen or so people dressed in suits or tuxedos stood there. Although they all looked calm, it was not difficult to see their inner anxiety from small actions such as furrowed brows and clenched fists.

These people were none other than the Northern Russian tycoons who had risen to prominence after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Leading the way was Boltarsky, who owned the largest private bank and could be compared to the richest man in Northern Russia.

As the leader of today, Boltski is much more calm than the others. He is just standing at the front of the line, looking up at the sky, his whole body standing very calmly like a wax figure. If there is something not quite right, it is his trembling fingers.

'Mr. Boltarsky, I heard that Sergeyevsky has successfully joined the Vladimir family in Siberia and obtained many of the oil fields he has longed for. They have even signed an oil agreement with China. They haven't returned for such a long time, so I wonder if they have forgotten about our Krisco and just want to concentrate on being their oil tycoons?'

Everyone waited in silence, but someone couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned over to Boltanski's ear and complained impatiently, 'I know that Irbedov and Sergeevsky have been working together on petrochemical projects before, and now they've reaped so much in Siberia. This can't be good news!'

A flash of annoyance appeared in Boltanski's eyes, and without looking back, he lectured him, 'Don't say things like that. Now they're all back, aren't they?'

The man was not convinced: 'But Mr. Boltski, think about it, we've all been eating black bread at the airport hotel for days. God, the food there is not fit for human consumption, if they really cared about things here, they would have come back long ago. Why are they only now coming back? In the past few days, it's enough to make a good plate of caviar go mouldy, not to mention things.'

Bortaschi didn't say anything this time, because he was also thinking about these things. Of course, there was not only grumbling in the crowd. Media mogul Kolhodo said, 'But anyway, since we have chosen to believe in them, we must give them enough trust, unless you can solve the current problem yourself.'

'We can't fix it, so does that Chinese guy think he can? I don't think he's just stalling on purpose!' The man was very dissatisfied. 'And what about splitting the profits from Project Tower? It's still half of the profits. How is that possible? That's at least hundreds of billions of wealth. I don't think Mr. Meta has gone crazy unless he's been swimming in the Arctic Ocean. The current situation is the best proof!'

Boltarsky still didn't say anything. It wasn't that he had doubts about Zhou Minghe as a result of these arguments. He believed that the people arguing didn't have doubts either, they were just very anxious. Otherwise, they wouldn't have stayed at the airport hotel for so many days waiting for Zhou Minghe and the others to return. There were really some things that could only be resolved if they returned.

'Look! There's a plane coming, it's that plane, I know it!'

A shout ended the debate among the crowd, and everyone looked up at the sky. They saw a jet airliner with a piercing roar slowly landing at the airport.

These people immediately returned to their cars, and as soon as the plane had come to a stop, they hurriedly drove over, even more actively than the airport ground crew, which once again surprised those at the airport.

The rest of the procedure was ordinary, the passenger stairs were set up, the cabin door opened, and Irbedov was the first to walk out of the door, followed by the Chinese people Zhou Ming and Li Cheng. When they saw them, the crowd below suddenly let out a cheer, as if welcoming heroes back, and if you listened carefully, you could hear that they were also relieved.

'Mr. Zhou Ming and Mr. Irbedov, welcome back. We have been waiting for your arrival here all along. We are looking forward to your ideas about Krisko.' Bortaskey walked up to them and shook their hands.

'Mr. Bortaskey and everyone, please rest assured. Although we have been in Siberia, we have never forgotten about Krisko. We have been paying attention to its development. We can assure everyone that our focus is definitely here!'

Zhou Ming made his declaration of intent on the spot, obviously guessing what they were thinking, so he just blurted it out, which made Boltarsky and the others feel ashamed. Fortunately, they were all old pros, and despite the embarrassment, they managed to maintain a calm appearance.

Just as in all stories, there is always a twist, and many things can happen unexpectedly. As soon as Zhou Ming had made his declaration, another luxury car pulled up.

'Congratulations to Mr. Zhou Ming and Mr. Irbeldov for successfully resolving the Siberian trouble!'

A voice suddenly sounded, and when you looked in the direction of the voice, you saw a young American walking over. This person was well-known to many people, and he was William, an important executor of the Dota Project.

As William walked over, the bodyguards and the rich man subconsciously made way for him. William walked straight up to Zhou Ming and said, 'I heard that Mr. Zhou Ming led the signing of the Sino-Russian oil agreement? I didn't realise that Mr Zhou Ming is also such a patriotic businessman. I really have to congratulate you.'

Zhou Ming smiled slightly and said, 'Thank you very much, Mr William. As a Chinese, I don't think I've done enough.'

'It seems that Mr Zhou Ming is more noble than I thought, which is really admirable,' William said nonchalantly, before starting the topic, 'Well, I came here today because Mr Meta has a message he wants me to give to you, Mr Zhou Ming. Do you want to hear it?'

'Actually, I don't want to hear it.' Zhou Ming deliberately said this, and only continued after seeing the anger rising on William's face, 'But since Mr. William came all this way to greet me, it doesn't seem right not to listen, so Mr. William, go ahead.'

William suddenly felt like he was being made a fool of. He angrily pointed his finger at Zhou Ming, but didn't say anything. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, 'Mr. Zhou Ming is really good at talking. But what Mr. Maita wants to tell you is that Siberia is your market, and there is no more room for you here in Krisko.'

After saying that, William looked around and said, 'We are all Northern Russian businessmen. If you still want to join now, it's not that there's no chance. You might as well think about it.'

Zhou Ming sighed and shook his head. William mockingly asked, 'Mr Zhou Ming, do you have anything else to say?'

'Yes, I do. I want to say a lot, but what I want to say most is that I like challenges, especially being good at squeezing into a market that is already full. Maybe I'll still be the last winner!' Zhou Ming said.

After listening to Zhou Ming's answer, William over there was first taken aback, then burst out laughing: 'I said that Mr. Zhou Ming is very eloquent, and now he can even say such comically effective things. Who says that Eastern peoples are subtle? I think Mr. Zhou Ming has strongly refuted this statement!'

Du Peng and Su Han were very angry behind Zhou Ming, but they didn't know what to say because they also understood that the situation was indeed very unfavorable to Zhou Ming and his team. Li Cheng and Tong Gang also frowned, feeling very dissatisfied with this arrogant and mocking white man.

Compared to them, Zhou Ming's expression was much more relaxed. He just shrugged slightly and said, 'I've just learned your sense of humor, Mr. William. I wonder if Mr. William intends for us to enjoy your smile here?'

'Of course not, I still have to go back.' William said, then turned around and left. However, after a few steps, he suddenly turned back, 'Oh, I forgot to say one last thing. In fact, I really like listening to Mr. Zhou Ming tell jokes, especially when you are so serious and humorous at the same time.'

After this final mocking remark, William really left. With William's departure, everyone else, including Boltarsky, suddenly became confused. They suddenly became unsure about the future, and each of them was thinking about whether trusting Zhou Ming was really the right thing to do.

Su Han gently tugged on Zhou Ming's sleeve. She was very worried about Zhou Ming, but Zhou Ming turned his head and smiled at her to reassure her.

Turning back, Zhou Ming said to everyone, 'Well, the people who should go have gone, so it's time for us to say what we need to say.'