"You guys are really lions opening their mouths!" Lin Cheng laughed and said: "Then forgive someone Lin for not accompanying me, I, Lin someone, have no assets in your country, even if I have reached an investment agreement with your government, this investment has not yet landed, you can't wait to come and threaten me, it's a big deal that I will withdraw my capital and leave, how can you bear me?"

"My brother is very wrong to think so. Berezovsky still smiled and said: "It's okay for my brother to withdraw his investment, but don't forget my brother, whose territory is my brother in now!"

"Smack!"

After that, Berezovsky slapped his palms, and more than a dozen men in suits poured in from outside, all looking at Lin Cheng with unkind faces, and surrounded Lin Cheng and his party.

Lin Cheng seemed to have expected this scene, and there was no panicked expression on his face, which made the six oligarchs slightly disappointed.

In the face of the vicious eyes of more than a dozen big men, Lin Cheng still smoked his cigar calmly and calmly, and in the smoke, it was Lin Cheng's uncertain face, which gave people a mysterious and strange feeling.

"Mr. Lin Cheng is too young, he dares to come to the appointment without any precautions. Do you really think that those of us who can control the economy of Russia are really good men and women who eat fast and worship Buddha?"

Malkin threatened with a dark face: "I'm not afraid to tell you, the reason why we people can start a business is by relying on money in one hand and a gun in the other, and you obediently spend 2.9 billion US dollars to buy peace;

"Huh. Gusinski sang with a red face and said: "Mr. Lin Cheng, your net worth is 37.5 billion US dollars, even if you give us 2.9 billion, there will still be 35 billion, and there will be a lot of good life to live in the future, there is really no need to plant here." ”

"I am a sword, and I am a fish. Berezovsky sneered: "This is the old saying of your country, my brother's life is now in our hands, there is really no need to fight with us, after all, my brother's life is still very valuable." ”

Khodorkovsky, Abramovich, and Friedman also tore off their gentle masks at the same time, their eyes bloomed with blue light, like hungry wolves, staring at Lin Cheng fiercely.

"Oh, is it?" Lin Cheng's cold gaze swept over the faces of the six oligarchs one by one, and he laughed loudly: "It seems that you have decided to eat me and not give me a way back!"

The six oligarchs were able to stand out in Russia's nineties, which was more chaotic than the seven countries, and none of them were good at stubble, all of them were ruthless.

Now that he has torn his face with Lin Cheng, Mo said that Lin Cheng is the richest Chinese in the world, even if he is the richest man in the world, they dare to die.

In particular, in a secret negotiation with Yeltsin two years ago, even the president of a country had to act according to their faces, which made these lawless people taste a huge sweetness, and made their mentality more and more inflated, thinking that they were the boss of God and the second of their own.

"Mr. Lin Cheng, you must be self-aware, you can sit in the position of the richest Chinese in the world, you must not be the kind of person who can't afford to lose. "Khodorkovsky and Lin Cheng are not enemies of life and death, and there is no direct conflict of interest, he does not want to become enemies with Lin Cheng.

So he wanted to ease the atmosphere, and persuaded with a smile: "Actually, Mr. Lin Cheng is still very young, and winning or losing for a while does not mean that he will live for a lifetime. You don't have to break the net with us at all, and I, Khodorkovsky, am not a bad person, I will definitely borrow and repay you for 200 million US dollars, and I will repay you with interest in two years. ”

Abramovich is also a smart person, knowing that even if he can bite off a piece of Lin Cheng's flesh today, as long as Lin Cheng does not die today and walks out of this villa, he is still the richest Chinese in the world with a net worth of more than 30 billion, and there is really no need to offend him for a mere $100 million.

After analyzing the gains and losses, Abramovich hurriedly said: "Mr. Lin Cheng and I are the same, I will definitely repay you 100 million US dollars with interest in two years." ”

Khodorkovsky and Abramovich softened their tone, leaving Friedman, who had always been honest, completely on the wax.

The reason why Friedman was able to be safe and sound in the *** era was because he would rather miss the opportunity to make a fortune than make mistakes.

Seeing that Khodorkovsky and Abramovich had changed their tone, he also quickly weakened, "Mr. Lin Cheng, don't get me wrong, I borrowed 100 million US dollars from you not to take it by force, there will definitely be a loan and a repayment, I guarantee it with my personality." ”

Half of the six oligarchs softened their tone, and Lin Cheng's tone was not so tough, and he smiled: "We Chinese have always had a clear grudge, if that friend comes, I will treat him with good wine; if the jackal comes, I will beckon him with a shotgun."

I can assure the three gentlemen that as long as you choose to cooperate with me in business, the benefits you will get in the future will definitely be far more than the 100 million or 200 million you borrowed from me today, but billions and billions. ”

Then Lin Cheng looked at Berezovsky, Malkin, and Gusinsky, slammed the cigar on the table, and sneered: "If you choose to be an enemy with me, if you have to take it from me, then I'm sorry, I won't give anyone else!"

"Don't give any of them?" Malkin roared angrily, "You chose to ask for money rather than die! Let me tell you, if you don't take out the money today, then you will only die!"

"Bang!"

Berezovsky picked up the ashtray and smashed it on the tabletop, and the tabletop made of glass screamed and was instantly shattered.

He stood up and said: "Brother Lin Cheng, I advise you not to toast or drink, I Boris know you Lin, but my guns don't recognize you!"

"Boom......"

As soon as Berezovsky's voice fell, more than a dozen men in suits took out pistols from their belts, and the black and secluded hole was aimed at Lin Cheng, as long as Berezovsky gave an order, Lin Cheng could be beaten into a hornet's nest.

It was the first time that Lin Cheng was faced with the scene of being pointed at the head by more than a dozen guns, and it was definitely impossible to say that he was not nervous, but if one of the dozen pistols went off, Lin Cheng would have to blow the lamp and pull out the wax, and he could only pray to God to give him another chance to be reborn.

It's just that the more he is at this time, the more he can't be coaxed, he controls his heartbeat and the pores of his whole body with strong willpower, so that the heartbeat sound is as smooth as usual, and the cold sweat that is about to erupt from the pores is also forcibly suppressed by him.

Lin Cheng glanced at the three oligarchs and the big man in the suit who was holding him with a gun, and said in an extremely dark voice: "As long as I, Lin Cheng, have a little accident, I dare to guarantee that everyone here will die without a place to be buried!"