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Gřiltu got the balance of the transaction from a man named Pavlov as he wished, 300,000 US dollars!

When he saw the check, Geriletu had already seen the arrival of a good life, of course, after he handed over the documents in his hand.

He didn't care what the consequences of this information would be, he just knew that he had the money and that his dad would never have to keep guarding the basement in that damn company anymore.

His family could have relied on this money to change their nationality, go to a new country, and start a new life, but he didn't see that Pavlov, who was full of cruelty and pity in the corner of his eye.

Betraying a Russian oil tycoon with close ties to the Mongols, do you still want to enjoy a new life elsewhere in the future?

Not to mention the many tycoons in Russia, almost every one of them is inextricably linked with the famous Russian specialty mafia, just the close relationship between Napodanov and the Mongols, as long as people want to find out which bane is harming themselves, they can easily turn out his Geriltu, and then the red capitalist will want to pinch an ant to death, this Geriltu will be pinched to death.

But Geriletu apparently didn't realize this, and he happily took the half a million dollars and went back to the school dormitory, where he quickly called his family.

However, he was not stupid, and did not tell himself that he had obtained a large sum of money by stealing information from the confidential room under his father's care, but told his family that he had won the lottery and won some money, and asked his family to come to Kazan and live a good life together.

Of course, his mother was happy, but his brainless father told him not to waste his studies because of this unexpected windfall, this money is just floating clouds, and if he has real skills, it will be the capital of his future life.

And his old stubborn father did not agree to move the family to Kazan now, he still had a few years to retire, and his old man wanted to feel retired in the company all the time, and then discuss where they would go in the future.

His father's decision was very distressing to Geriletu, but he soon put his father's stubbornness behind him, and he first sent a sum of money to his family, and then he soon became employed and lived the life of the other Mongolian students whom he had envied.

With a famous car, a mansion, and a beautiful woman every week, Gerriletu soon gets lost in the world of drunkenness......

At the same time, in Tataragansk, in the Republic of Sakha, an old white man in his fifties was pinching a few faxes in his hand and was furious.

The Republic of Shah is located in the Far East of Russia, bordering the Arctic Circle to the north, and the territory of the country is almost entirely tundra, part of Siberia, where winter is almost all year round.

And in the room where the old man was, it was obvious that this was a luxurious villa, with a thick woolen carpet underfoot, a roaring charcoal fire burning in the fireplace in the corner, and the temperature in the room was very high.

But the old man's face full of anger and the roar from time to time in his mouth made the temperature of this room drop by a few degrees suddenly.

The old man was like an angry lion, constantly walking around the room, the camel hair blanket on the sofa near the fireplace had been thrown to the ground by him, and the crystal wine bottle and wine glass on the coffee table on the side of the sofa were smashed to the wall by him, and he smashed to pieces, and the red liquid in the wine bottle dyed the thick woolen carpet under his feet red, but at this time, the owner of this villa obviously didn't care about this, he just looked at the few pieces of paper in his hand, and his face had become a little distorted.........

"This bastard, this bastard......"

The old man was so angry that he was incoherent, and he didn't know what to say, and the few pieces of information in his hand were the bane of his chaos.

He could never have imagined how that Friedman could know that he had placed the Russian government in the Erdenet copper-molybdenum mine.

This matter was quite confidential at the time, and there are several years since the incident, and the Russian officials who participated in the negotiations at that time were all defeated by his silver bullets, even if they were a little disobedient, and now they have gone to heaven to bathe in heaven, and the rest of these guys who are still in the world, of course, can only take their own checks and keep their mouths shut, but where did the news leak from?

The information in Friedman's hands is now completely a sword of Damorisk hanging over his head, and Friedman's intention is very simple, that is, he wants to bow to him and agree with his dominant position in the construction of the Tanner Line.

If he gives in to him this time, then in the future, East Siberia and Central Siberia will have to open the door to BP-Tyumen and other oil companies.

But if he doesn't agree, then this guy just needs to hand these materials to the presidential palace, and believe that the tsar in the Kremlin can have a thousand excuses at any time to ruin himself, and then end up like the ignorant Khodorkovsky, squatting in prison, and then waiting for the company to be split up and auctioned.

At the thought of such an end, Podanov felt a little chilly.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of his room, and a mixed-race woman walked in, this woman was tall, with black hair and white skin, and was obviously of mixed Eurasian descent.

The woman's name was Solyucia, and she was a Yakut, but she was half Russian, so her face did not look as flat as the other Yakuts, but rather well-defined.

Coming from Yakutia's ancestry, she was not as hairy, coarse-skinned and freckle-ridden as a Russian woman.

It was this blend of East and West that made this woman one of Potanov's favorite women, and he took her with him almost every time he traveled east.

Solyuka came behind Podanov, gently deepened her hands, pressed his shoulders, pressed him to the sofa, and then sat behind him, and began to rub his temples, so that he could calm down as soon as possible and calm his emotions.

He had come to the Republic of Shakh to meet with the local chalk cuffs, and then to inspect the environment, and he planned to build an oil pipeline connecting Taragansk and Verkhnijon, and then build a pipeline to the Lena oil station in the city of Ust-Kut in Irkutsk Oblast, and then transport the condensate from there.

As it stands, Sugurt Oil & Gas is the largest oil and gas field company in Russia, as well as one of the most capitalized and economically capable oil and gas companies.

This company was first a small state-owned oil company in the former Soviet Union in the 60s of the 20th century, and it can be said that it was not well-known at that time, and the scope of the company's activities was limited to Western Siberia.

Later, he took over in 1993 and continued to grow under his hands, which led to the Sugurt Oil & Gas Company today.

For the time being, the company is the most well-capitalized of all Russian companies, that is to say, the most cash-flowing, and this is of course due to the fact that it has good relations with the leaders of the republics of the Far East, which were originally barren and inhabited by Russian minorities, mainly of Mongol descent. …,

Take the Sakha Republic, for example, which covers an area of more than 3.1 million square kilometers, accounting for more than 18 percent of the land area of the Russian Federation.

However, because it is close to the Arctic Ocean, and most of the land is made of tundra, the temperature difference is 70 degrees Celsius when the temperature difference is the largest, so even authentic Russians in Russia do not want to live here.

Now only the Yakuts live here, and the population of the whole country is less than one million......

This kind of world-famous place seems to belong to the wilderness, and even the most ambitious countries are reluctant to come and develop it, because the natural environment here is so poor.

But he Bodanov came, and he was successful, but now after his success, those shameless guys are actually red-eyed and want to get a piece of the pie, how can he accept this?

The Yakuts belong to the race, and are close relatives of the Mongols, and the Evenks of the Celestial Empire, and like other ethnic minorities in Russia, they were not less mistreated by the Russians in the 18th century and in the 19th century.

However, now that the whole world has entered the era of civilization, it is no longer feasible to engage in the previous set of hegemonism, and the current Russia is not the Russia of the tsarist period or the Russia of the former Soviet Union.

They must adopt a soft policy against these ethnic minorities, and they dare not vigorously suppress them, because if they do not do it well, the republics of these minorities may unite and separate from Russia together.

Such a situation is what the Kremlin fears the most, and he Bodanov is also acting as a lubricant between the minority and the Kremlin, but now......

"Find that person for me, no matter how much it costs me, I have to know, what exactly did he pay back those people?"

Potanov angrily slammed the phone, and then sat back on the couch very weakly...... ）