Chapter 1029 It's late at night, good night

  For this operation, Liu Qingshan raised nearly tens of billions of dollars in huge funds.

   Now is the early 1990s, and the amount of funds, after a few decades, will be hundreds of billions.

  His goal is simple: spend it all, spend it all!

  The result was good, Ivanov only spent one percent, which made Liu Qingshan a little disappointed.

   After all, the more you spend, the more rewards you will get. For this investment, the rate of return set by Liu Qingshan is at least a hundred times.

  Is it possible, of course it is possible, even hundreds or thousands of times, otherwise, how do you think those oligarchs were born?

  They just bought bonds at an extremely low price, and then bought state-owned assets according to the value of the bonds, making a fortune for the country.

  In this way, one's own wealth is expanded rapidly, hundreds of times or thousands of times, just like blowing a balloon.

  Ivanov also saw Liu Qingshan's disappointment: "My friend, many people still have illusions and are unwilling to sell their bonds. We still need time."

  Liu Qingshan also nodded: As time goes by, those bonds will become less and less valuable, and their acquisition costs will also become lower and lower.

  Ivanov continued: "There are also our competitors who are doing the same thing, and they also have strong funds and connections."

  Since there is competition, it is difficult to control the price. Liu Qingshan is also very clear about this.

  His plan is to complete the task of acquiring bonds by the end of this year, or next year at the latest, taking advantage of the most chaotic time in the past few years.

   Next, bonds are used to exchange assets, whether it is those large state-owned enterprises or various resources, and as much income as possible.

  Especially mineral resources, have a higher appreciation space in the future.

   It was not until lunch time that Liu Qingshan finished communicating with Ivanov and Medvic. At the dining table, several wine glasses met together, and Liu Qingshan said with a smile: "I wish us success."

  Because Li Tieniu was in charge of the wine table, Medvic and others did not dare to be presumptuous, and they all tried to stop.

  Liu Qingshan drank a cup symbolically, because in the afternoon, he still had to take the train to Amur Komsomolsk, and the major factories there were the main targets of Liu Qingshan's attention.

  As for the city of Cloth, it is only a port city without a strong industrial foundation.

  Liu Qingshan led Li Tieniu and ten special forces onto the train. There were not many passengers in the train, more than half of the seats were empty, and the inside of the carriage was also messy and dirty, consistent with the current status of this country.

   Without Liu Qingshan's instructions, the captain Zhang Chang made a concealed gesture, and the special forces sat around Liu Qingshan as the center.

  At this time, the special forces unit was generally called the spy company by ordinary people. It was not a spy company, but a department that performed special tasks.

  The Chinese faces of them immediately attracted the attention of the passengers in the carriage.

   Opposite Liu Qingshan, sat a short and thin middle-aged man with long hair and slightly bald.

   This guy looks like a broken mouth. As soon as Liu Qingshan sat down, he chatted in his mouth:

   "Hello, friend from China, my name is Gromov."

   "Are you a businessman, what kind of business do you do, do you have any big bubble gum..."

   "You can call me Liu."

  Liu Qingshan nodded with a smile, and took out a few pieces of bubble gum from his bag and handed them over. This snarky guy reminded him of an old Soviet movie, The Station of Two People, and the hero in it.

   "Oh, thank you very much, maybe I can buy you a vodka as a token of respect."

  Gromov did not know where to pull out a wine bottle, but there was only one layer of bottom left in it, not enough to drink in one sip.

  Liu Qingshan waved his hand, indicating that he would not drink.

  Amidst Gromov's chattering words, the train moved slowly.

  Liu Qingshan also learned that Gromov was an engineer at a machinery factory in Komsomolsk.

  The Komsomolsk City is in the east of Bukit City, and because it is also built on the riverside of the Longjiang River, it is called the Amur Komsomolsk City.

  This big river is called the Longjiang River here, and the Amur River on the other side of Maozi.

   "Oh, prices are soaring, wages can't keep up, and even Vodka can't be drunk." Gromov muttered, and then reluctantly drank the little vodka left in the bottle.

  He shook the wine bottle vigorously, his face full of regret.

  From last year to this year, the ruble has depreciated a hundred times, but wages have only increased ten times, so the living conditions of ordinary people can be imagined.

   "Friend, I still have a bottle of wine here." Li Tieniu saw that this guy was also a fellow, and handed over a bottle of Lao Baigan.

   "Oh, my friend, you are so generous!" Gromov jumped up, hugged Lao Baigan tightly in his arms, and kissed the bottle cap twice:

   "I have smelled the wonderful wine, oh my friend, long live friendship!"

   This guy bluffed for a long time, then opened the wine bottle, poured half of it into his empty bottle, and then returned the remaining half bottle to Li Tieniu: "For our friendship, cheers!"

   This guy looks like an alcoholic, but he doesn't hold a lot of alcohol. After drinking half a catty of alcohol, his face turns red, his eyes become straight, and his tongue grows when he speaks.

   It is also good to have this travel companion, and you will not be too lonely on the journey.

  The train rumbled across the land of Siberia, passing through forests and snow fields, breaking through this peaceful land.

   When it was nearly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the passengers in the carriage were basically drowsy.

  Dang dang dang, suddenly, a few crisp sounds erupted, everyone was shocked and woke up from their dreams.

  I didn’t know when, there were seven or eight more big men in the carriage, all of them had shiny heads, wore leather jackets, rattled, and hung a lot of metal ornaments.

   Skinheads!

  Passengers instantly regained their spirits. These guys are the most ferocious underground forces. They don't even blink their eyes when they kill people.

  "Compatriots, don't be afraid, everyone can continue to sleep, we promise that we will not disturb the dreams of our compatriots."

   Leading the way was a strong, bald man with a military thorn in his hand, and he was unhurriedly manicuring his nails.

  The movements of the passengers were surprisingly unanimous. They all lowered their heads in an instant, and some of them snored lightly.

  Then, those bald guys cast fierce gazes on the faces of foreigners like Liu Qingshan.

   Liu Qingshan and his group had already discovered this group of unexpected guests.

  I have also heard before that when taking the train on Maozi’s side, sometimes you will encounter robbers, and even lose your life because of it.

   Unexpectedly, the other party is so blatant, which shows that the social order here has completely collapsed and entered the darkest moment.

  The special forces headed by Zhang Chang were ready to attack the moment the group of bald men came in.

   But Liu Qingshan pressed his hand, and they stood still.

   "Friends from China, welcome to come here as a guest, please allow me to express my welcome to you all."

  The bald man headed by opened his arms and said arrogantly: "For safety reasons, please leave all your belongings to me for safekeeping."

   This is clearly robbery.

  Liu Qingshan didn't make a sound, just looked at each other with a smile.

   "My friend, don't you understand Russian?"

  The big bald man is really nice, he even spoke blunt Mandarin, it seems that robbery these days, not knowing a foreign language is really not enough.

  Their targets are mainly businessmen from China.

  Liu Qingshan waved his hand. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Gromov in the opposite seat suddenly jump up, screaming in his mouth:

   "You gang of hateful guys, you treat friends from China like this, you are simply robbers!"

  Among the bowed heads, Comrade Gromov looked very different.

  The bald man was taken aback for a moment, and then threatened viciously: "Go away, it's none of your business!"

   "No, you bastards, this is destroying the friendship between our two countries, and I won't allow you to do this!" Gromov seemed to have not sobered up, so he was full of courage.

   As a result, the neck was suddenly grabbed by the big hand of the bald man, and he was lifted into the air: "Shut up, believe it or not, I will throw you out of the car window!"

   Gromov kicked his legs wildly, and a wine bottle appeared out of nowhere in his hand, and with a bang, it hit the bald man's head heavily.

   With a bang, the blood came down.

  The big man didn't get caught, and he probably didn't expect that someone would dare to attack them.

   He didn't react until the hot and sticky blood flowed onto his face. The big man showed a fierce look: "I'm going to kill you!"

  The army thorn in his other hand slammed towards Gromov.

   "Killer!"

   This time Gromov also woke up from the wine, screaming like a pig being killed.

   But the pain of being stabbed by a knife did not come.

   It was Liu Qingshan who made the move, holding the arm of the big man holding the knife, and it was difficult for the blade to advance an inch.

  And Li Tieniu was even more straightforward, directly swung his palm, and chopped it on the back of the neck of the bald man.

  The big man immediately collapsed like dough.

  At the same time, ten special forces also shot together. They had already divided their targets, and all of them subdued the enemy as soon as they shot.

  In the blink of an eye, those big bald men were all lying in the carriage.

  They look vicious, but in terms of combat effectiveness, they are far worse than those special forces.

  Liu Qingshan looked at the dark night outside the car window, Zhang Chang immediately understood, opened the car window, stuffed all these bald men outside one by one, and threw them off the speeding train.

   As for death or life, who cares?

  The Maozi in this carriage also stopped pretending to be asleep, and all looked at Liu Qingshan and his group in astonishment.

  Liu Qingshan smiled: "It's late at night, good night."

  So the heads of the Maozi drooped down in unison again, and the familiar snoring sound sounded.

  Only Gromov was still standing there. He blinked a few times, and then scratched his hair like a chicken coop:

   "Liu, I think we should have a drink to suppress the shock."

  (end of this chapter)