Reborn Russia as an oligarch

Chapter 470 Is it because of this little thing?
Outside the Lada, there were two furry policemen in blue camouflage cotton jackets and locomotive cotton hats of the same camouflage color.

And they were all carrying submachine guns, and they were looking at Zhang Ke in the car with serious faces.

Zhang Ke was a little guilty. He quickly opened the car door and didn't dare to get out of the car rashly. He just poked his head out and asked with a smile on his face, "Excuse me, what's the matter? I'm a student of Friendship University."

He is "showing his identity". Although Mao Jing has a very bad reputation among Chinese businessmen, they generally don't trouble foreign students, especially on university campuses.

Now he is downstairs in the dormitory, so although Zhang Ke was a little nervous and didn't know why the policeman came looking for him, he was not too worried.

But what Zhang Ke didn't expect was that without saying a word, one of the Mao policemen reached out and grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him out of the car directly.

Because the upper body went out first, Zhang Ke had no chance to stand up and was knocked down on the snow.

Before he could react, he felt his arms being twisted to the back, with a "click", his wrists felt cold, and he was handcuffed...

"You... what are you doing! I'm a student." Zhang Ke only had time to open his mouth to say something.

The tall and strong Mao policeman who handcuffed Zhang Ke stretched out his hand to lift Zhang Ke up from the ground, made him stand upright, and asked with a straight face, "Are you Zhang Ke?"

Zhang Ke nodded quickly.

"Now inform you that you have been arrested on suspicion of working illegally! Now come back to the bureau with us."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and showed an official document. Zhang Ke didn't see what was written on it anyway.

Of course, even if he can see it clearly, he still can't understand it...

In fact, he couldn't even understand what Jing Mao said. After all, he had only learned Russian for more than a year, and he was not a Russian "genius" like Wang Ye. It would be strange if he could understand.

Fortunately, the Chinese student he pulled was a senior student with good Russian.

The senior also witnessed what just happened with his own eyes, and his face was also full of shock, and it was only now that he came back to his senses.

He quickly got out of the car, briefly told Zhang Ke what Police Officer Mao said, then turned to look at Police Officer Mao, and asked timidly, "Excuse me, are you making a mistake... Zhang Ke is just an ordinary foreign student. Those with visas are not black laborers."

The Mao policeman said impatiently: "I know he is a student! If you have any questions, you can ask a lawyer, and don't hinder me from performing official duties now. Do you also want to go to the police station with us?"

That last sentence smacks of menace.

The senior quickly waved his hand, and took two steps back unconsciously, "No, no, no, don't get me wrong, I'm just asking for him, this matter has nothing to do with me. He runs an illegal car, and I just take his car Came back from the airport. I don't know him well..."

Just kidding, if he can help Zhang Ke translate what policeman Mao said, he has done his best.

How could it be possible to rush to accompany Zhang Ke to the police station? I don't know Zhang Ke well, so I have to pay for his car.

Who wants to get involved in such a mess...

Two Mao policemen, one on the left and one on the right, carried Zhang Ke into the police car that was parked with the engine turned off, and drove directly to the police station.

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The police car that Lao Maozi was on duty here was a bit like the Iveco that was popular in China at that time, but it was smaller.

The front and rear of the car are separated, Mao Jing sits in the front, and the rear is separated by iron railings, which means that the rear compartment is an iron cage.

And Zhang Ke was locked in this iron cage...

Sitting inside, Zhang Ke kept sweating on his head, his mind went blank, and he felt like he was dreaming.

What the hell did I do to get arrested?
Don't look at him bragging all day about how brave and fierce he is in China. No one on the street doesn't know him, and he has also seen the domestic situation.

But this is Russia, I am not familiar with the place where I was born, and I don’t have the relationship network of my parents and relatives to "catch" myself...

He couldn't even imagine what would greet him if he was really locked up.

I have long heard that Mao Zi's prison is locked up by gangsters, all of them are vicious, and my small physique can't stand the toss of those big guys...

I can’t speak Russian, so how do I talk to people when I’m in the police station? Just now I heard from my senior that I was arrested for working illegally, but I didn’t go to work in a big market either…

While thinking wildly, the car stopped abruptly.

Through the small car window, Zhang Ke took a look out, and he should have arrived at the police station.

With a bang, the rear door opened, and Zhang Ke was grabbed by the collar like a chicken.

Ignorant and stumbling into the building, I turned around and entered an empty room, which should be the so-called interrogation room.

The tall hairy policeman pinned Zhang Ke on an iron chair, uncuffed one side of the handcuffs, and handcuffed him and the chair together.

During the whole process, Zhang Ke didn't even dare to breathe out, let alone resist anything.

"Wait!"

Police Officer Mao said coldly, turned around and left, leaving only Zhang Ke in the room.

After about five or six minutes, the door was pushed open, and the footsteps of two people could be heard.

Zhang Ke turned his head to look, and found that two people came in, both middle-aged men, and they were not ordinary policemen in uniform, they were probably leaders or something.

"Zhang Ke, right? We received a report saying that you started a taxi business and used your private car to make a profit without being qualified to operate. Is there such a thing?"

One of the middle-aged men asked as soon as he sat down.

More importantly, he actually spoke Chinese!

Although the pronunciation is not quite standard, but at least Zhang Ke can understand it. It seems that this police station is quite humane. Knowing that Zhang Ke's Russian is not good, I specially found someone who can speak Chinese to talk to him.

Zhang Ke was dumbfounded. He really didn't expect that he was arrested because of this!
After a while, he retorted: "Yes, but there are black taxis everywhere in Moscow, and they are not regular taxis. Why are you arresting me and not others?"

Zhang Ke felt that he was really wronged!

I was arrested for such a trivial matter, so many people went to rent out illegally, so many went to work as translators in big markets, and no one took care of them.

Why target yourself!
Who knew that another middle-aged man in uniform slapped the table and babbled a lot of Russian, which Zhang Ke didn't understand at all...

Fortunately, there is an old man who can speak Chinese.

After the man finished speaking, the Chinese-speaking old Maozi chuckled and translated to Zhang Ke: "Director Flamere said, you don't care whether others broke the law, that's something we have to consider. But now, You are breaking the law..."

(End of this chapter)