Reborn in Russia as a Big Shot

The number one oligarch, Potanin

The police's opening of an investigation into the "shooting incident" was itself a pretext; they wanted to use the search warrant to search 17 October Street.

The objective has been achieved.

Furthermore, Sasha gave a false statement, claiming that the person who shot him was a middle-aged man in his forties, which did not match Subu's physical characteristics at all.

Subuda was cleared of suspicion, so the police had no reason to continue detaining her.

The twelve million rubles that were confiscated by the police were returned in full according to legal procedures after Li Xiang provided proof of the source of the assets.

Although Krylov believed the money was for drug trafficking, he had no concrete evidence and could only take a chance and play the long game, marking all the banknotes.

Subu was locked up in the police station overnight. Who could rescue her? Her mother wanted to but couldn't. Her only hope was Li Xiang, and that was indeed the case.

However, when she was led out by her lawyer and rushed out of the police station to look for Li Xiang, she saw the famous actress Marina sitting next to Li Xiang, and Subuda instantly felt a little ashamed.

Subuda stood there grinning foolishly, a faint red "red name" above his head.

"You still have the nerve to laugh? How do you Russian kids grow up? I've never even dared to kill a chicken since I was a kid," Li Xiang said with exaggerated mouthing. "And you dare to shoot at people."

Li Xiang waved his hand, stopped mouthing the words, and said, "Get in the car, I'll take you to the airport."

"Huh? You're leaving already? You've missed your flight. Well, let's stay a few more days then." After Subuda's death, he had let go of much of his obsession with his father.

The main reason was that Sasha was stubborn enough. Even with a gun pointed at him, he insisted that Pavel was not dead, but had run away with his mistress.

Uyun Gerile said firmly, "I've already bought your plane ticket. What else do you want to do if you don't leave? What are you planning to do if you cause any more trouble? Did you even think about me before making this decision?"

Subuda immediately wilted.

The lawyer, Petrov, was a thug hired by Dalia who specialized in representing gangsters.

Big Foot loaded the cardboard box containing the money onto the car.

Petrov walked up to Li Xiang and reminded him, "The amount of money is fine, but the serial numbers on the banknotes have likely already been recorded. Don't take them out to spend directly."

"If you absolutely must use cash, go to a bank, deposit it, and then withdraw it from a different branch."

"Thank you." Li Xiang casually took a wad of banknotes from the cardboard box and handed it to Petrov.

The lawyer, Fedalia, has already given it to me; this is the bonus.

"You're welcome. I'm just doing this for money." Petrov took the cash, put it in his wallet, and handed Li Xiang a business card. "Although I'd love to do business with you, I hope my clients never need to use my services."

May God bless you.

-

Vladivostok.

Dalia and her sister-in-law Elena each had a large wooden tub and were taking a bath while drinking whiskey.

"Weren't you keeping an eye on that kid in St. Petersburg? Why did you suddenly come back?"

Dalia took a big gulp of wine. "I feel so frustrated."

"He still dares to bully you?" Elena asked with a curious look.

"It wasn't Li Xiang. The villa on October Street was just searched by the police before I came back. The search warrant said it was for a murder weapon in a shooting case. Do they open safes when searching for a murder weapon?"

"More than ten million yuan in cash was confiscated."

"The investigators sent to wiretap lived at number 23 right next door," Dalia said, getting angrier as she spoke. She finished her drink and then took a big gulp from the bottle. "I was standing at my front door, and I really wanted to call a bulldozer and just floor it!"

Elena warned, "Your brother's situation has taken a turn for the better; he may be released on parole early. Don't cause him any trouble."

"You keep saying there's a chance, but where's the chance?" Dalia took another swig of her drink and shouted, "I'm not going to put up with this anymore. I'm going to call back my old men."

Before Elena could speak, Dalia pointed at her and stopped her, saying, "Let me finish."

"We are a Mafia family. Once the men in our family are released and immigrate overseas, will we still have to rely on this business to make a living? I'll go out and pave the way for them first."

"I'm not staying in Russia anymore, is that alright?"

"Or I could do what Natasha did and have Li Xiang get me a Vietnamese identity. From now on, I won't be called Dalia anymore, and I'll have nothing to do with you guys."

Elena remained silent, soaking in the tub and drinking.

"Give me an answer."

If Natasha's father, Andrei, hadn't formally spoken with Dalia before going to prison, asking her to support Elena from behind and keep a low profile, she would have rebelled long ago.

"There's something I haven't told you yet, and you have to promise me before I do that you won't tell anyone, including Natasha," Elena added, "and her Chinese husband who never tells the truth."

Dalia swore, "I swear in the name of God, you say it."

Elena took a deep breath and said, "Potanin has his eye on our family."

"That's great!" Dalia's eyes lit up.

Potanin was Prussia's most steadfast ally. If the Ivanov family could successfully complete this vehicle exchange, it would be tantamount to bandits being recruited into the Central Army.

From being the target of attacks, they have transformed into loyal followers.

"Things aren't as simple as you think; Potanin has conditions."

Dalia guessed, "Does he want our family to turn against Khodorkovsky? Changing allegiance always requires a pledge of loyalty, and Potanin's request is quite reasonable."

"I'm afraid he won't keep his word, and after he's used us, he'll treat us like trash and throw us away."

Elena raised her glass, shared a sip with Dalia, and said, "If Potanin wasn't lying and genuinely values ​​us, then what he wants is a loyal dog to do his bidding."

"If this dog bites its former owner over a bite of food, does it still have any value in Potanin's eyes?"

"This is a real dilemma, nothing seems to work," Dalia said, looking frustrated.

"What your brother means is that instead of trying to guess what Potanin is thinking, it's better to just keep dragging this out. The worst outcome is that he'll serve his full sentence."

Elena's eyes flickered slightly, and after thinking for a few seconds, she said, "Dalia, if you really want to go abroad and do things on your own, I can give you a formal answer on behalf of your brother: we don't support you."

"So you don't object?" Dalia's face lit up with joy.

Irina raised her glass again. "What's the use of objecting? You've been married for a long time. As long as you don't use the Ivanov family name, we can't interfere even if we wanted to."

Dalia raised her glass as well, declaring, "We will always be family."

-

Riding the wave of China's accession to the WTO, Bosideng Group has experienced rapid development in recent years.

The main brand "Bosideng" has been certified as a "China Famous Trademark", and its sub-brands Snowfly, Kangbo, Bingjie and Bingfei have also gradually gained popularity.

Among the top 30 down jacket brands in mainland China, Bosideng's five brands, known as the "Five Golden Flowers," collectively captured 35% of the national market share.

Currently, they are pushing for an IPO, a crucial stage in their Hong Kong listing process. Once they cross this threshold, they will leapfrog into becoming a world-class brand.

Mainland China, Suzhou, Bosideng Group headquarters.

General Manager's Office.

"President Mei, we received an offer from Russia to acquire our group's subsidiary brand, Snowflake."

"You're crazy."

Mei Dong is the wife of Gao Dekang, the founder of the Bosideng brand, and the group's second-in-command.

"We also find it ridiculous, but we can't make decisions on such a big matter ourselves. We have to report it to our superiors. Should we send them a reply saying we won't sell?"

Mei Dong thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "Let's go back. They are foreign friends after all. Don't say that we Chinese don't know manners."