After a few words of comfort, and then Fang Chen said that he would have a good talk with Luzhkov tomorrow, Yelena's expression relaxed a little.

But to be honest, Fang Chen really has no intention of intervening in these political entanglements in Russia, he is a businessman after all, and he can only be a businessman.

But there is no way, who made him and Luzhkov grasshoppers tied to a rope, if you don't care at all, it is unrealistic.

And you know, under the leadership of Luzhkov, Moscow's economy has developed rapidly, and its position in Russia has become higher and higher, and at its peak, one out of every three dollars in Russian tax revenue came from Moscow.

Even the number of billionaires in Moscow, surpassing New York and London, is the city with the highest number of billionaires in the world.

This is also an important reason why Luzhkov can become the third person in Russia as a mayor, and even in the post-Yeltsin era, Luzhkov directly threatens Yeltsin's position, and Yeltsin can only promise Luzhkov as the deputy core of the team, and the two often appear in public.

Of course, if it weren't for Luzhkov's early indication that he would not run for president, Luzhkov would not have been able to sit in the position of mayor of Moscow for 18 years, and Fang Chen never underestimated Yeltsin in this regard.

Seeing that Fang Chen finished comforting Yelena, Berezovsky said with a smile: "Boss, we are going to give you a gift?"

Gift?

A hint of surprise flashed in Fang Chen's eyes, he had never heard of any gifts.

His eyes glanced at everyone, only to see that everyone had a bad smile on their faces, even Yelena rubbed her eyes and smiled, Fang Chen instantly knew that these people didn't lie to him, and there was really such a thing as a gift.

"Actually, it's not what we gave you, after all, it's your money that is spent, and people give us things for the sake of your face, so we can only say that we borrow flowers to offer Buddha. Ma Yun said with a smile.

Ma Yun didn't explain it, but as soon as he explained, Fang Chen instantly felt that he was surrounded by clouds and mountains, and the more he listened, the more confused he became.

"Well, you don't say it, and I don't ask, but I really don't know who you learned from this trick of selling guanzi. Fang Chen lay on the seat and said a little lazily.

Looking at the expressions of these four people, it is obvious that they plan to sell Guanzi to the end, not to hit the south wall and not to look back, and not to see the Yellow River and not give up, and he is too lazy to ask, anyway, the mystery will always be revealed.

"I learned from you. The four of them said in unison.

After saying that, the four of them immediately burst into laughter, and Yelena even burst into tears, but she didn't know if the tears had just come out, or if they had been brewing when she was talking about Luzhkov.

The first Buddha of Qi Fang Chen was born, and the second Buddha ascended to heaven, but he was helpless, after all, this seems to have really been learned from him.

The motorcade slowly drove towards the Grand Moscow Hotel, but as soon as he got off the car, Fang Chen was stunned.

In front of the majestic entrance of the Grand Moscow Hotel, thousands of hotel staff, front desk, doormen, cleaners, security guards, cooks, and managers were neatly lined up at the entrance of the hotel, like soldiers waiting for a review, and a red carpet was rolled out directly into the hotel lobby from the car door.

"What does this mean, why is there such a big battle?" Fang Chen turned his head and looked at the four of them with a suspicious expression.

The four of them immediately burst into laughter again, letting out all sorts of smug laughter.

Seeing that Fang Chen's face was getting darker and darker, the smile on Berezovsky's face quickly ended, and then he pointed to the Grand Moscow Hotel and said proudly: "From now on, you are the owner of the Grand Moscow Hotel!"

Fang Chen couldn't help but pause, he really didn't expect that the gift of the four of them was actually to buy him the Grand Moscow Hotel.

"Director Chubais knew that you were coming today, and yesterday he auctioned us the Grand Moscow Hotel, 1.2 billion rubles. Chen Mingyong said.

As soon as these words came out, Fang Chen immediately understood the joints, Chubais was repaying the favor, and even paid himself in advance, but it also showed that the matter of the two of them begging for themselves would not be too small.

But no matter what, he picked up a big bargain, it sounds like 1.2 billion rubles is a lot, but now the exchange rate between the ruble and the US dollar has fallen to 1,000 rubles to 1 dollar, and 1.2 billion rubles is equivalent to 1.2 million US dollars, more than 6 million Chinese dollars.

More than 6 million Chinese dollars, to buy such a building, 15 floors, nearly 200 or more business suites, with an ancient history, and since the day it was built, it is the most luxurious hotel in the Soviet Union, it is really impossible to buy a loss, you can't buy a loss.

And the price is still calculated in rubles, as far as the ruble falls, if Fang Chen delays the payment until next year, it may become two thousand rubles for one dollar.

After all, it is really normal for a large transaction like this to drag on for a year or two to be completely completed, and no one can find fault with it.

Most importantly, Chubais's willingness to put the Grand Hotel in Moscow up for auction is a gesture of goodwill in itself.

"However, the price of these 1.2 billion rubles is really too low. Fang Chen sighed.

He really didn't get cheap and behaved, he was a good man in Russia, and the character of a good guy still had to be maintained, and he really passed this era of digging into the corners of the Soviets.

The first pot of gold can be dark, but the latter can still be clean, which is why Huang Hongnian is so happy to resell Russian assets, but he has no intention of participating at all.

His feathers are much more important than millions of dollars.

"In fact, it's not low, after all, the highest bidder at the auction wins, we bid the highest, this Moscow Hotel should be ours, just to say that everyone knows that the Moscow Hotel is what you want, how much does it mean, just shout twice, there is no hard bar. Ma Yun said with a look of course.

Hearing this, Fang Chen glanced at Ma Yun, and he found that Lao Ma's heart was getting darker and darker, such a thing of black-box operation, it was so fresh and refined.

Really, just such a brazen force, digging treasure and selling fakes in the early days, if Lao Ma didn't know about it, it was really killing him, he didn't believe it.

However, the more Fang Chen looked at the magnificent, magnificent, and dazzling Moscow Hotel in front of him, the happier he was in his heart.

It's not just because of the value of the Grand Hotel itself, it's because of the feelings.

He once calculated that since he was reborn for so long, the longest stay was the Grand Moscow Hotel, followed by the apartment in Xiangshan, as for his home, he really didn't live for long, and after careful calculation, I'm afraid it wasn't even three months.

But seriously, he really doesn't have any nostalgia for the kind of home where it rains heavily outside, it rains lightly inside, the foot of the house is full of slippery moss, and there are small animals such as the longhorn cow from time to time.

Even now that I think about it, it's full of malice.

Now that the Grand Moscow Hotel is officially included in his name, it means that this is his territory, how can he not be happy, such a thing as buying a house has probably been implanted in the bone marrow of the Chinese people.

But Fang Chen didn't inspect these cleaners and security guards in the end, and he felt panicked.

Since he was a child, he felt that every time he went to school, the scene of school leaders inspecting students was extremely embarrassing.

Moreover, if he really wants to review the army, when Russia resumes its annual military parade on Red Square in 1995, it is not impossible for him to join in the fun.

Thinking of this, Fang Chen suddenly froze, today is May 9th, the Soviets' Patriotic Victory Day, the day when Germany submits its instrument of surrender and declares victory, and it is also the Soviets' military parade day, but that country no longer exists.

Back in the hotel, after a while, Fang Chen held a dinner in the largest banquet hall of the Grand Hotel in Moscow, one to catch him up, and the other to meet his acquaintances in Moscow.

Huang Hongnian, as well as a deputy director of the domestic aviation administration, after all, Xia Chengan and Niu Hongwei are not in Russia, the executives of the Automobile Alliance and Huaxia Bank, as well as Hu Chimin, Black Spider and some other unfortunate masters who rely on him to eat, and then some entrepreneurs who met in Moscow, both domestic and Russian.

Everyone sat bustling at a dozen tables, although Fang Chen didn't drink much, but everyone was used to it, they couldn't pour Fang Chen, they just poured others, and the scene was lively.

And Fang Chen felt that he didn't know if it was because he hadn't eaten the food at the Moscow Hotel for four months, or what, he felt that today's food was much better than before.

At this point, Fang Chen really didn't feel wrong, the chefs of the hotel did sell their strength for this meal.

Although Fang Chen had a noble status before, but now he has become their boss, which gives people a different feeling, directly controlling their power of life and death.

After eating at nine o'clock, Fang Chen went directly upstairs to rest.

But as soon as Fang Chen lay down, the doorbell at the door suddenly rang.

Fang Chen couldn't help but pause, surprised, and thought about it in his heart, the person who should be talking about it had already talked about it during the meal just now, who would come and knock on the door here.

As for cleaning, it's even more impossible, no one comes to do cleaning at night.

"Ahh

Wu Maocai, who had just opened the door, couldn't help but exclaim.

Fang Chen frowned, he found that Wu Maocai had been getting more and more startled recently, but when he walked to the living room, he couldn't help but be stunned, and said in disbelief: "Mikas, why did you appear here." ”

I saw a beautiful woman about thirty years old in front of me, wearing an OL suit, with blond hair and blue eyes, smiling at Fang Chenying.

This is the third generation of Hilton's daughter, the current head of Hilton, Mikas Hilton, and Fang Chen's female companion at the Clinton fundraising dinner.

"Why, aren't you welcome?" said Mikath with a smile.

Fang Chen chuckled, then stretched out his hand to invite Mikas to sit down, while Wu Maocai consciously made a cup of tea for the two of them.