Soviet Godfather

Despite the complete quarrel with Ivankov, Selesha and Petrov left Petrov's territory unharmed. The roads near the construction site were all destroyed, and Sergei knew that work here would not be able to resume in a short period of time. He decided to go back and think about it first, and see if there are any good countermeasures.

When the two got in the car, Petrov’s father seemed to be quite emotional and said, “Sergei, don’t blame Ivankov. In fact, sometimes a lot of things are involuntary. Today’s things may not be What Ivankov meant!"

"Father, what do you want to say?" Xie Liaosha asked in confusion.

"He is a law thief, and you are a cadre. You can't let Ivankov appear in your office swaggeringly, and the same Ivankov can't let you appear on his turf. Think about it this way, you basically There is no possibility of getting along with each other in peace." The old man explained to Xie Liaosha.

"What do you think I should do? How can we continue the project here!" Xie Liaosha invited his father.

"The rules of the thief are there. Ivankov has to follow the rules as long as he is still alive. I don't know what to do, unless the site is taken over as he said!" Daddy Petrov replied .

Sergei stopped talking, and moved the car and started to drive back. Sergey was thinking about Ivankov's affairs along the way, but he also knew that this matter might not be handled so easily.

In the next few days, Sergey Sha had to stop the construction of the Workers' New Village. It's not that Sergey Sha never thought of asking the police to block the road near the Workers' New Village, but the threat of doing so was too strong, and Sergey did not want to do so.

Since there is no possibility for the project to resume work in the short term, Sergei Shah had to transfer the money that Pugachev had to transfer abroad under the pretext of constructing the subway. Fortunately, Sergey Shah now has legal funds in his hands, and the transfer of the five hundred million yuan will not have a great impact on him. In order not to leave any hidden dangers, Seryosha called Pugachev over again and asked him to transfer the money back to the country, and by the way erase the traces of turnover on the accounts of the workers' new village.

As soon as Sergey Sha finished explaining to Pugachev, the phone in his office rang, and Sergey picked up the receiver and put it in his ear. He said habitually: "Hello, I am Ulyanov of the Moscow Communist Youth League City Committee, what do you call it!"

"Secretary Ulyanov, hehe! I am a veteran who has just left the battlefield in Afghanistan. I heard that you are a great hero. I admire you very much, so I want to ask you how I can be like you. In just one year, have you sat on the throne of the secretary of the Moscow Youth League?" The voice on the other end of the phone was full of mischievous meaning, and occasionally I could hear the caller laughing out loud. . Sergei felt a little strange, who was so boring.

So Sergey Sha also joked and said, "This comrade, it's very simple! As long as you return to the battlefield, where there are too many bullets, you will charge wherever you go. Do this several times. As long as you don’t see Lenin and Stalin, you are sure Become a high official!"

"Ha...Ha...Ha! Not bad, Sergey Sha, I actually learned to be humorous as a leader, did you hear who I am?" asked the other end of the phone.

"Are you... Lebed? Are you back?" Sergey asked uncertainly.

"You still have a conscience, you haven't forgotten who I am! That's right, I'm back." Lebede replied happily.

"Where are you? Moscow? Why are you back?" Sergey asked endlessly, his tone full of surprises.

"I was in the military hospital in Tula, and I was slightly injured. Grachev applied to the upper side to transfer me back." Lebed replied somewhat lonely.

"Are you injured? What's the matter?" Sergey asked anxiously.

"It's nothing, the leg was cut by shrapnel, and it's almost better now!" Lebed replied.

"Tell me your current address, and I'll go right there!" After speaking, Sergey found a piece of paper and pen, hurriedly recorded the address of Lebed's hospital, and then left the Youth League Committee immediately. This is the advantage of being a leader. You can adjust your working hours at any time and do whatever you want.

Xie Liaosha did not let the driver of the unit send him off, he likes to drive by himself. Sergey went to the store to buy a gift for visiting patients. The store Sergey went to was a special store for some senior cadres in the city. The goods in it were all better than those in the shops where ordinary people went to don’t know. How many. Sergei didn't know what Lebed likes, so he asked the salesperson to help pick some.

Sergei put the gift in the trunk of the car, and he drove out of the city. Tula is located just south of Moscow, and Selesha mainly drives along the highway. On the way, Xie Liaosha used the car phone to say hello to his father. Although it was driving at night, Sergey was in good spirits. It was not until the early morning of the next day that Sergey arrived in Tula.

Sergei hurried to Lebed’s hospital~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When he appeared in front of Lebed, Lebed was taken aback!

"Why did you arrive so soon?" Lebed asked in surprise.

"Isn't this to come to see you? I don't know if your injury is serious or not!" Sergei put the condolences on the bedside table, moved the stool and sat on the bedside, carefully looking at the list. De, also lifted the quilt and took a look at the injury on his leg. Seeing that the leg was still there, he let go of his heart.

"Look at you now, you have become the secretary of the Communist Youth League in Moscow! It's really enviable!" Lebed said with some envy and some loneliness.

"What's your plan?" Sergey asked with concern. He just lacks people right now. He wants to mobilize Lebed to the Moscow Youth League to be his helper, but Sergey thinks he still needs to ask. My opinion.

"I don't know, it might be arranged somewhere!" Lebedd said lonely.

"Change job? Why?" Xie Liaosha asked puzzledly.

"I was injured, and it is impossible to return to the battlefield. Don't worry, I think this is a good thing. At least I don't have to be born or die in the future!" Lebiede said insincerely.

"Where do you want to go? Lebed, tell me where you want to go, I can help you arrange it?" Sergei said seriously, he decided, as long as Lebed was willing to transfer him to Moscow Go to the Youth League.

"Where do you want to go? I want to go back to Afghanistan, I want to go back immediately!" Lebed said suddenly excited.

"You are all back, why go to die again?" Xie Liaosha persuaded.

"I'm like this now, why don't I be dead? I live so badly! I regret it... Sergey, why, why did God let me live! Why!" Lebed's emotions became more and more excited. He grabbed Sergei Sha's arm tightly, and began to cry.