Soviet Godfather

"Nastya, come to my office!" Sergei called out from the chair of his executive, and soon there was a knock on the door. ""Tian" Lai novel www. ⒉3TXT. COM

　　 "Please come in!" Xie Liaosha responded. Nasja, dressed in professional attire, walked into Sergei's office. Sergey Sha pointed to the chair in front of his seat and said: "Sit down, I have something to tell you. Next month, I will leave Gorky and go back to Leningrad University to study. You give me an order."

　　Nastya immediately put the notebook in her arms on Seriosha's desk, and took out a pen to make notes. Sergei Sala opened the drawer, took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of Nasja, and said, "Look first!"

　　 Nasca took the paper and glanced at it first, then looked at Seresha in confusion. Seresa picked up the monthly calendar on the table, flipped directly to the next month, and handed it to Nasca. Nasca picked up the monthly calendar and compared it one by one with the content written on the piece of paper that Sergey Sha gave him. He quickly understood what Sergey Sha meant. After reading all the content, Nasjia raised his head and was surprised. Asked: "Why are there so many events scheduled for next month? Almost every weekend there is networking, there is also a large-scale marathon, and a large-scale book club. Do we really want to hold so many events? ?"

　　 "Nastya, do you have a boyfriend?" Xie Liaosha asked with a smile. Although the two are in a subordinate relationship, the question is still a bit abrupt. This question is too personal.

　　 "No~No!" Although Nasca felt that the secretary was doing too much, she answered truthfully.

　　 "Then I can ask you what are your plans for the weekend?" Xie Liaosha asked with a kind smile on his face.

　　 "Neither!" Nasja was very surprised why the boss asked that, could it be...

"So I think we have the responsibility to enrich the amateur life of the majority of comrades and create more opportunities for them to get in touch with their peers. Isn't that good? As you have seen, our sorority has been very successful, many Everyone likes it. Why don’t you organize more of such a good event?" Xie Liaosha said incessantly. In fact, he knew very well that a collective event of a few hundred people would not cost much money. Yes, and the more people participating, the better. Only by getting on the scale of Sergey Shah can you safely earn more money.

Nasca was relieved. It turned out that I didn't want to ask myself out. You have to know that dating your boss in an agency is a big taboo in the workplace. You will inevitably become the heroine of office lace news. Nasca doesn't want to fall into this situation. .

　　 "But we don't have so much funds to hold so many activities!" Nasca reminded his boss that the Youth League Committee is a clear water sect, and running a sorority party has spent a lot of activity funds of the Youth League Committee.

"I'll worry about money matters. You just need to prepare according to the timetable I gave you. I will be back at the end of the month. I will check your work at that time!" Sergey said. She got up and was about to go out. Nasja saw Seleosa’s actions and knew she didn’t want to listen to her anymore. The secretary only needed to carry out the things decided by the secretary, and she couldn’t hold Sergei anymore. Sha continued to ask questions. Nastia turned to bid farewell, and was about to leave with the timetable that Selesha gave him, but was stopped by Selesha again.

"Nastya, we must collect the statistics of the people participating in the event, especially the bank account, and give me a separate report. We must know that we must also collect some money from them symbolically. If there are more people involved in the unit, I will let their unit pay a little sponsorship fee..." Sergey pretended to remind Nasca casually, and Nasca nodded in agreement without thinking too much.

After Sergey left the Youth League, his driver took him directly to the airport in Gorky. Sergey was delayed in Gorky for too long because of Mrs. Zhukovsky's affairs. Fortunately, he finally found a multi-tasker. The perfect solution. But when I pressed the gourd and started the dipper, Yuri's business had a big problem again, and it was an irresistible problem. Because the **** Polish railway workers went on strike again, and their transportation routes were suddenly cut off. The goods in William Pick's hands cannot be transported by rail to the Soviet Union, so they can only be transported by sea, but the sea route is much slower. , It is really a delay in making money, and Sergei has nothing to do with it.

On the night when Selesha left Gorky in a plane, the satisfied Mrs. Zhukovsky was showing the photos of his son sent back from the United States to the wives of his husband’s colleagues, where Mrs. Zhukovsky was located. This small circle brought together most of the wives of senior leaders of Gorky Port. They got acquainted with each other because of their husband's work relationship. They often drank tea together and chatted in boring and free time. The most talked about together is the issue of children. Like Mrs. Zhukovsky, many of them have their children staying abroad, while domestic parents provide financial support for their lives.

　　 "Wow! This is the house your son bought in America. It's so beautiful. There is a swimming pool."

　　 "Look at the TV set in someone's house, it's better than our domestically produced one!"

　　 "What brand of car is this! It must be expensive!"

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　　 Mrs. Zhukovsky was immersed in the exclamation and envy, and at this moment he felt an indescribable sense of pleasure in his heart.

"Quickly tell me, how did your son do it?" Madame Zhukovsky was surrounded by ladies who were inquiring about the news. They were amazed at what happened to Madame Zhukovsky's ineffective son. He's so good, even though that kid is a little handsome, but he doesn't have the ability to make so much money suddenly.

　　 "He had a few paintings in his hand that were taken by an East German businessman, and they bought them at a high price, that's it!" Mrs. Zhukovsky covered her mouth and said with pride in her heart.

　　 "What painting is so valuable! Is it Dürer's work?" a lady asked.

"I don't know, maybe it is!" Mrs. Zhukovsky answered differently. He didn't know too detailed questions. It was Sergei who helped her handle it. She only looked at the result and said. There is no too much caring process~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Unfortunately, the more Mrs. Zhukovsky wants to hide, the more right the ladies are.

　　 Mrs. Zhukovsky’s son was interested in the family process, but it was a pity that Mrs. Zhukovsky could not tell why.

　　 Two women who usually don't deal with Mrs. Zhukovsky in the daytime hide away, looking at Mrs. Zhukovsky who is proud of the spring breeze, with a look of disdain.

"Let me tell you, we don’t know what his son’s virtues are, but I saw it. The shameless woman ran to our city’s Youth League Committee. I think the money might come from our Youth League Secretary. In exchange for it."

　　 "No way! The Youth League Secretary has so much money?"

　　 "You don't know it! Our new secretary of the Youth League made a lot of money from American casinos. That's what people call capable!"

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　　 Soon after this gathering, the officials and their relatives who had a large amount of elusive wealth in their hands finally found someone who could safely help them transfer their property. (To be continued.)