Soviet Godfather

"Pugachev!"

Pougachev was about to go to the bank to deal with the things Sergey Shah confessed with his briefcase, when he suddenly heard someone calling his name behind him, and he immediately turned to search for the source of the sound. Read a book??? Suddenly I saw the hand that had been sticking out from the window of a black Volga car in the distance swaying non-stop.

Pugachev lightly held the glasses on the bridge of his nose, squinted his eyes and took a closer look. Only then did he discover that it was Minin, a classmate of the Plekhanov National School of Economics who entered the Communist Youth League City Committee at the same time as him.

Minin slowly drove the car to Pugachev's side, and smiled and said to him: "Vasily, do you not go to work in the unit so early, and run out to be lazy?"

"You're just being lazy! I'm going to do what Secretary Ulyanov told me!" Pugachev replied.

"Where are you going?" Minin asked.

"I'm going to the National Foreign Trade Bank to do something first, and then to the National Savings Bank!" Pugachev answered truthfully, the weather is too hot, and it would be inhumane to run errands by yourself on such a hot day. However, if Xie Liaosha is not there, the drivers of the Youth League Committee will not flatter him in this small role. So Pugachev wanted Minin to send him a ride.

"Come on!" Minin seemed to see through Pugachev's mind and agreed happily. ?? Read a book??··

Pugachev was overjoyed and was naturally grateful to Minin. He sat in the co-pilot's seat without refusing to refuse, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his face and neck. Mining started the car and drove in the direction of the National Foreign Trade Bank.

In the center of Moscow, the various agencies of the state are not far away, not long. Mining's car was parked in the courtyard of the National Foreign Trade Bank.

"Please wait for a while. I will go in about twenty minutes and come out immediately, and then I have to trouble you to take me to the National Savings Bank!" Pugachev asked with a look of shame.

Minin told Pugachev that there was no problem, so he stayed in the car. For fear of wasting time, Pugachev strode to the building of the State Foreign Trade Bank.

Twenty minutes later, Pougatcheff returned, and Minin said nothing. I started the car again and drove to the savings bank a few blocks away.

At the door of the Savings Bank, Pugachev said to Minin: "Thank you so much for today. If it weren’t for you, I really don’t know how many roads we have to run. We will find a place to drink well. A cup, I treat!"

"You can't get away with this drink, but not today. I'm going to pick up my girlfriend from get off work soon.?????··You also know that our company's car is not easy to borrow!" Mining smiled smirkly. He said, that expression looked like a man understood it, and Pugachev was naturally not easy to stay. So the two broke up, Minin drove away by himself.

The car continued in the same direction as the road just now. Minin slowed down, and in the rearview mirror he saw Pugachev walking into the building of the savings bank. Immediately turned the front of the car, and drove in the direction it was when it came.

Mining used the fastest speed to return to the State Foreign Trade Bank that he had just visited. He parked the car and ran into the building of the State Foreign Trade Bank. He randomly came to a teller counter window, took out his work permit, and sat down. The cashier inside said: "Hello, I am a cadre of the Moscow Youth League Committee. I want to ask if someone from our unit came here to do business just now?"

The cashier glanced at Mining, Mining smiled embarrassedly, and then said: "I am a colleague of that person just now. I don't know if the affairs of the leader have been done for him, so let me run over to ask. !"

The cashier asked his colleagues, and then said to Minin: "It's all done! Now the money has been transferred to the savings bank account!"

"Then what is the approximate amount of this money?" Minin asked next.

"Said it is five hundred million dollars!" the cashier replied.

"Five...! Five hundred million dollars!" Mining almost shouted out in surprise. Fortunately, he controlled it. After thanking the beautiful teller, he left the Foreign Trade Bank. In a public phone booth by the road outside, Minin dialed the number of Zyuganov, secretary of the Moscow Youth League.

As soon as the phone was connected, Mining couldn't wait to say: "Secretary, I just inquired that people from the Youth Industry Department took a huge sum of money from the Foreign Trade Bank. Guess how much, it's 500 million, and it's U.S. dollars? I really don’t know how their hillbilly secretary got so much money!"

"Five hundred million! You heard that right!" Zyuganov asked incredulously.

“I’m absolutely right. I heard the bank teller tell me with my own ears, and I also know that he transferred the money to the savings bank. Secretary, there must be a problem here, or else the project in the Workers’ New Village is going well. Why stop!" Minin analyzed to Zyuganov on the phone. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Zyuganov pondered for a moment, and then said to Minin: "Good job, Comrade Minin, you have found an important clue. I will report it to my superiors as soon as possible. Now you go to the savings bank immediately and follow up. The whereabouts of this money can't let the assets of the country go into the pockets of certain cadres!"

Zyuganov's tone was full of expectation, and Minin was naturally more excited. He quickly assured Zyuganov that he would definitely fulfill his mission.

After the phone was hung up, Mining drove to the savings bank again, and when he entered, the staff here was almost off work. The people from the savings bank drove Minin outside, and Minin begged for a long time, until he finally stuffed two rubles into the other's pocket before he walked in.

Minin walked to the counter and stopped a teller who was about to leave work. Once again, he took out his work permit and asked about the business that Pugachev came here to handle.

"That guy, I have the impression that he has to deal with a large sum of money, and he is very urgent, so we will have to work overtime for a while!" The cashier complained rather uncomfortably.

"What business is it that takes up so much of your time?" Minin asked puzzledly.

"Hey, he is going to transfer 500 million U.S. dollars to about 100,000 accounts in Gorky City. You think, with so many accounts, that one can't be wrong, hey! I don't know when I can get off work..." Minin didn't listen anymore, he only heard one hundred thousand accounts, and Gorky. Gorky? Gorky! Isn't the secretary Ulyanov tuned from Golgi? What is he going to do, do he go to his hometown to make money? Haha, he finally showed his feet, and I was caught by me now.

"Give me a list, give me a copy!" Mining excitedly grabbed the cashier's arm and demanded. (To be continued...)