Chapter 127 I don't want to complain

Russia borders China. Although the countries are known as "friends", the political situation is ever-changing. Once there is any wind, the Chinese in Russia will suffer a great impact, especially the current "financial crisis". Russia's economic situation is suddenly warm and cold, and some areas are in trouble. There will be many racists jumping out, accusing the Chinese and immigrants of robbing their own jobs, promoting the so-called "yellow disaster theory" and "Chinese threat theory", and setting off a new round of "xenophobic" movement again and again.

Of course, this situation does not only happen in Russia. The status of Chinese people in Europe and the United States is generally not high, which is almost the same as the situation here.

So if you want to get along better in Russia, "ruthless and black" is an indispensable prerequisite. Even if you are a regular domestic trader, most of them will hire personal bodyguards here. Wherever you go, you can't afford to hire a bodyguard to protect you. Generally, you spend money to buy a pistol on the black market to carry. Self-defense

Novosibirsk is an emerging city. The total number of Chinese is less than 10,000, which is not much, but the whole Siberia, including the descendants of Russian Chinese who have lived in this generation, has at least a million.

It was in this situation that Wu Zhong and others struggled to survive, helping Zhou Lin's group to allocate underground smuggled goods. Zhou Lin paid for it, and they contributed.

In normal times, if there is no business, they can also help the Chinese Chamber of Commerce in Russia as underground mercenaries to grab a large amount of profits in business, such as fighting with local gangsters, fighting against foreign forces, seizing control of the market, escorting goods, antique cultural relics, drug smuggling, etc. A series of illegal activities.

At the door of someone's house, there is a huge financial wealth in the robber's nest, but there is no power to protect themselves. It is equivalent to putting a piece of fat and oily meat in front of the red-eyed wolf dog. It's strange not to be torn to pieces and eaten and wiped clean.

There is almost no real legal large-scale business accumulation in this world. All businessmen who have gained huge benefits will be more or less involved in the dark, and no one's buttocks are spotless and clean.

Capital came to the world from head to toe, with blood and dirty things dripping from every pore.

It's better to say "Grandpa Marx". If there is a 100% profit, the capitalists will take risks; if there is a 200 percent profit, the capitalists will despise the law; if there is a 300 percent profit, then the capitalists will trample on everything in the world.

As far as Wang Chan knows, in terms of Zhou Lin's smuggling trade, the profits of many things are actually more than ten or twenty times higher, and what they do is "business without capital".

One bloody lesson after another in history, ** The lesson of nakedness has long made all the Chinese who make a living abroad understand this truth. If you want to be bullied in other people's homes and your family is ruined, you must have your own "gun barrel".

At critical times, you can not only protect your wealth and interests from losses, but also attack your opponents with the most deterrent, and protect yourself from stumbling and assassination by your competitors.

Those rich people abroad who blindly believe that the local political axe will enforce the law impartially and protect their private property are full dreamers and brain-damaged. In the face of interests, the biggest and most cruel "capitalist" is precisely the political axe itself.

Wang Chan himself knows and has experienced it himself. Just like Lei Ting's Bluebird Building, when he encounters disguised provocation of his peers, kicks the hall, and the underworld makes trouble and beats people. Generally, he usually does not call the police. Relying only on Qingniao's employees, security guards and dozens of coaches, he can often have a better effect than calling the police.

This is the reality. To put it bluntly, it doesn't matter whether it's justice or evil!!!

It's just that the domestic management is relatively strict. Unlike Russia, underground gangs are rampant, and they can even run for mayor in a place and control the lifeline of the local economy. This is unimaginable at home.

However, although the difference between the two is big, it is essentially the same.

Siberia is vast and sparsely populated. In various cities, public security is generally not good, and the power of the political axe is weak. At this time, it is crucial and indispensable to have the power of one's own side to escort your own business.

Especially the most important thing is that most Chinese people still firmly believe that "Siberia" should belong to China's territory, which makes Russians and political axes more nervous.

"How many more are there in the shooting range like this?" Through a dialogue with several people, Wang Chan completely finished the awkward situation of overseas Chinese in Siberia and had a relatively clear concept of his current form.

"There are two venues in Novosibirsk, and the other is in the west of the city. The other cities are slightly larger. As long as there are Chinese in the place, there will be more or less a shooting range, all of which were secretly built by the Siberian Chinese Chamber of Commerce and Trade, in order to provide a practice field for people like us. So, after all, it's not that the wool comes from the sheep. We work hard, and they count the money, hum!"

Wu Zhong gritted his teeth and snorted: "For example, we have fought with the Russian balds, the mafia have fought, and even exchanged fire with the maritime patrols of the Russian political axe at sea. Although they are young, at least have three or four years of combat experience. They are also first-class good players in Russian mercenaries. "."

"Hmm!" Wang Chan has fought with the mercenaries of the Lin family. Naturally, he knows that with the ability of Wu Zhong, the eight people, is no less than those elite mercenaries who have experienced many battles. Even if they are placed in some heavyweight special forces in China, they are also first-class strong soldiers.

In addition, all eight of them are proficient in boxing and martial arts, which is of course much higher than that of ordinary foreign gangsters. In terms of comprehensive strength, the same weapons and the same equipment, the eight of them join hands and can deal with at least ten times their own enemies. Not to mention fighting with bare hands and hand-to-hand combat, they are still good at it. Compared with guns, they are more powerful. Ordinary foreigners will die when they meet. Fight head-to-head with them and fight for life and death. Even the Russian middleweight boxing champion must be more than a hundred wins and less.

It's one thing to fight, and it's another thing to kill!!!

"I don't care about others. What's going on with you now? How can the Chinese Chamber of Commerce get along with the Koreans? Don't you have a good relationship with them? How can the Chinese bully the Chinese?

Thinking of the scene in front of the Black Tiger Hall when he came yesterday, Wang Chan asked as soon as he opened his mouth, and every sentence was about the idea of the matter. Although he is obsessed with martial arts and ignores foreign things, people who can practice difficult and obscure boxing martial arts to such a level can't be useless wood without wisdom.

The field was quiet at first, and then Wu Zhong stared at Wang Chan for a while, as if he was making a decision in his heart. It was not until a while that the air seemed dull, and then we slowly said, "The eight of us usually contact Uncle Zhou's satellite phone. Every time there is a business, we have to disperse. To collect more information, be careful to keep safe. In these years, I have had some friendship with local Russian gangs, and I can often get some urgently needed materials in China. Over time, the profits will be amazing, and it will naturally be eye-catching.

"Just last time, we shipped Uncle Zhou's batch of antique cultural relics to the border. Somehow, the news was leaked, attracting several groups of people to rob it. Later, we learned that the Chinese Chamber of Commerce secretly sold the news and notified China, so there was Uncle Zhou's later disaster. After this incident, the Chinese Chamber of Commerce also began to go too far. On the one hand, they used the slogan that the Chinese in the world were a big family, and on the other hand, they colluded with the Korean Taekwondo Federation in Siberia to force us to give up the route and relationship in our hands. Yesterday, those people came to me to talk about this matter. At that time, you just got off the plane, and I didn't want you to listen to it. It's annoying.

"It sounds good that it's the Chinese Chamber of Commerce. In fact, it's not in the hands of several unscrupulous millionaires. When it comes to us, it's a Chinese family. If you don't need it, just kick it away. They and Lao Maozi are both squeezing us to make money. It turned out that when they were bullied by Lao Maozi, it was better, but now the situation is just a little better. Turn around, he immediately changed his face and colluded with those Korean sticks to hurt us!" A young man next to Wu Zhong gritted his teeth and said with hatred.

"Those sticks usually rely on the door of the taekwondo club, claiming to be apprentices and coaches. They practice boxing during the day and fighting with people at night to grab the territory. Later, they learned that a large company in Gangwon Province of South Korea invested in a gold mine in Siberia. They don't want to go through formal mining. If you want to evade taxes, you like it. The smuggling channels and connections in our hands..."

Wu Zhong always made it clear to Wang Chan about the story. His face was gloomy as if he was about to drip water. Although there were no ups and downs in his tone, anyone could see the evil fire in his heart from his eyes.

"This time, the Chinese Chamber of Commerce gave us an ultimatum. The deadline is 12 o'clock tomorrow night. If we don't agree, those Koreans will do it next. Although we are not afraid, they are many people, and taekwondo will always have a great influence in Russia. Once the war starts, we will definitely be kicked out. Siberia. . That's what it's going on. It's up to you what to do. I'll listen to you."

Wang Chan listened, closed his eyes quietly, and then took a long breath, narrowed his eyes, and muttered to himself, "I'm in a foreign country, and I don't know how to watch and help each other. I have to collude with outsiders to bully each other. Such Chinese businessmen will not want to... Now that I have come here, I have been your leader for you. It's also a matter of course to take it out of anger. It's just that when you first arrive here, it's not appropriate to say anything. It's better to do it quietly..."

"You bring me all the information about the people involved in this matter, or tell me about it, and the detailed map of the city. In the past few days, I will completely finish this matter for you, but since then, you have to obey me... I don't Zhou Lin's painstaking efforts were destroyed in my hands in the end! Don't complain!"

The next day was dusk. At this time, Wang Chan had been going back and forth around Novosibirsk under the leadership of Wu Zhong for a whole day.

Although the rise of this city is not long, it is the third largest city in Russia. The urban construction is no different from some international metropolises at home and abroad. It has a small population, but it is very prosperous.

It's just that it is located in the far north. The temperature is too low, and the architectural features tend to be warm. There are no too high building floors. Almost all sides of the street are Gothic buildings with five or six floors down, just like pieces of colorful building blocks. The periphery of the city are full of large industrial enterprises, and the trees on both sides of the street can only be seen with pine trees and fir trees that can remain green in winter.

Of course, the most is a group of tall and burly Russian locals in leather boots and tweed coats, walking on the street in a hurry. The first snowfall of this year was not retained in the city. Maybe it was sprinkled with snow melting agent on the street. In short, the snow turned into mud. As soon as you walk by, it splashed everywhere. It's dirty.

When the sun set early, Wang Chan got out of the car and casually found a Chinese restaurant on the edge of the street. He ate something and asked for a pot of tea, looking very leisurely.

On the side of the road opposite him, about five or six hundred meters away, there are five-story buildings facing the street, with red bricks and white roofs, full of exoticism. The front of the door of the building was close to the roadside, and a parking space was painted with paint, and seven or eight off-road vehicles printed in Korean were parked.

This is the target of Wang Chan, the resident office of the Taekwondo Federation of South Korea in the Siberian Far East.

Today is the deadline for Wu Zhong's group of people by the Chinese Chamber of Commerce. If nothing unexpected happens, all people, including the participants of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, will come here to gather before 12 o'clock at night.

After all, Wu Zhong has lived here for so many years and has his own specific source. Just when Wang Chan came out, he had investigated everything clearly. This taekwondo association is equivalent to the Korean businessman association. Most of the Korean businessmen in Russia are protected by him. There are a total of two or three hundred coaches. They go out to various Taoist temples to teach taekwondo during the day and come back to rest at night.

So, the power is indeed not small. Every night, after the closure of the main hall, there are specific personnel to patrol back and forth, all of whom are good taekwondo players sent by local Korean Taoist schools.

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, it gradually darkened.

The weather in Siberia is not early or evening, and it is cold. It is often dark. There are no pedestrians except for the hurried traffic on the road.

Wang Chan drank three pots of hot tea in one breath, replaced the wine with tea, and stood quietly in the darkness at the corner of the street. The overflowing cold wind seemed to be unable to blow through his thin summer clothes at all.

The dim street lights can't be seen five steps away, and the mud on the ground turns into hard ice. In such weather, people come and go, and they can't even leave a footprint. It's a good time to kill people.

His figure has always been detoured in the dark corner. Wang Chan walked around a circle to the building of the brightly lit taekwondo association. He took a look at no one left and right. He bent his knees and jumped up. The man's hand easily grabbed the eaves three or four meters high from the ground. He exerted his five fingers hard, shook his body slightly, brushed, and turned upside down. Go up and gently fall on the narrow platform outside the first floor.

This Korean building is an old building. The outside is made of red bricks, with natural color and no decoration. Although the inside has been renovated, the structure outside maintains the original style. There is a small platform about half a meter wide between each floor, close to the window, which is roughly equivalent to the current balcony. .

However, the place where Wang Chan is now turned up is not a serious room, but a washing room on the second floor, which is specially used for the students here to take a shower.

Wang Chan was about to stretch out his hand to break the window bolt in the window. At this moment, suddenly a sound of water came into his ears. But someone is taking a shower. Wang Chan frowned and remembered that it was time for the taekwondo hall to close. Students who had practiced taekwondo for several hours would enter the washroom to wash their bodies at this time. But he is standing outside someone else's window now. Although it is such a big living person, although the sky is dark and there are few pedestrians on the road, it is not absolutely not absent. If it takes a long time, it is difficult to guarantee that he will be seen by others. At that time, there will definitely be a noise and catch himself as a thief. Isn't it a bad thing!!

Suddenly, the figure in the window shook, and another seven or eight students came in and approached the window.

Wang Chan couldn't think much about it. He hurriedly exerted his strength under his feet, moved his body, and his whole body moved sideways, and his limbs moved together, as if a huge gecko crawled to the drainage pipe more than ten meters away from him at an incredible speed. Then, his hands were clenched into tiger claws and squeezing towards the wall. One claw was grasped down, and half of the palms were deep in the brick wall, crushing the red bricks. His body seemed to just go up and down the ladder, and he took turns to pick up. Unexpectedly, he climbed all the way to the roof of the wall.

The speed is so fast that the whole process does not even exceed 15 seconds.

When he was in Harbin, Wang Chan once climbed the Jinhai Tower. The familiarity of this set of movements was also the magical effect produced by the sudden outbreak of his physical strength. It's just that now his boxing skills are far better than those at that time, so it's not like the last time. He can only climb up from the balcony and change a straight wall.

In addition, the years of houses in Russia are not short, and red bricks are not as good as reinforced cement. Therefore, Wang Chan climbed over the five-storey roof on the way, which was really flexible and agile as an old cat climbing a tree, and he grabbed the bricks into powder, silent, and was not noticed by anyone.

It seemed that he was familiar with the road. Wang Chan took a few steps on the roof and chose a place. He hung upside down, as if he were hanging a golden hook upside down, just hanging on a window under his head and feet.

(to be continued)