Chapter 559
Oh dear, Putin is in trouble.
Chapter 559 Oh dear, Putin is in trouble.
Whatever others imagine St. Petersburg to be like, it is what it is now, and it cannot be changed by human will.
The dark clouds in the sky followed me like a shadow.
Canine Fang really wanted to know what the Crown Princess was thinking. Had she given up on the struggle for divine power? Why was she wasting so much time in the Bear Country?
It can be confirmed with 100% certainty that the Russian bear country has no divine authority whatsoever!
Lin Xiaohe knew exactly what she wanted and how to achieve it.
She didn't wait long at the hotel; she met Andrei the next day.
Andrei maintained his cool demeanor: "Would you like to visit the city hall?"
Putin and Andrei flew back to St. Petersburg because Putin believed that flying was safer.
Lin Xiaohe sat down in the Volga and noticed a bulge on Andrei's side: "Upgraded equipment?"
Andrei smirked: "Thanks to you, I'm back to living a KGB-like life of excitement. Knowing you value your life, I specially brought a modified car to pick you up."
Lin Xiaohe raised an eyebrow: "Is the situation that serious?"
“Yeah, it’s like a powder keg. Putin even sleeps with a pump-action shotgun in his villa,” Andrei joked. “Sometimes I wonder, did you recommend me here because it offers more career prospects, or because it’s more exciting?”
Lin Xiaohe pulled out her pistol and loaded it: "You're thriving here, aren't you?"
"Haha, that's right. No one who can shoot can match my smooth talk, and no one who can talk as well as me can shoot."
Not every KGB agent has a legal background.
Xiao Zhang, who was in the same car, rolled his eyes, which made Andrei very happy. He was no longer the resentful person he was in Moscow.
Lin Xiaohe: "How is Putin doing here?"
Andrei: "Very good. The person in power is Sobchak. During the August 19 coup a few years ago, Putin personally led armed personnel to the airport to protect Sobchak upon his return, and used his connections with the KGB to mediate the tension. Sobchak trusts him very much."
"People in the city government call Putin the Grey Cardinal, the man who holds real power behind the scenes. His scope of work is extremely broad, covering almost every aspect of city administration. For example, he is in charge of powerful departments such as the registry, the judiciary, hotels, coordination and internal affairs, and the security bureau."
Therefore, Putin did not come to pick up Lin Xiaohe in person because he was simply too busy.
There were many armed soldiers in the municipal building, and Lin Xiaohe and the others were absolutely not allowed to bring guns inside.
Lin Xiaohe was only allowed to go inside after handing the pistol to the other party.
As you walk up the wide marble steps, there's a depression in the middle, worn down by generations of footsteps, big enough for two feet to lie side by side.
The office at the end of the third-floor corridor had its door ajar.
Pushing open the door, I saw Putin buried behind a pile of documents, his pen scribbling across the paper. Hearing the noise, he looked up, put down his pen, and smiled slightly: "You're here?"
Outside the window, the Neva River was bathed in a hazy, gray light, which softened the lines of his face slightly compared to when we first met, but not by much.
He walked around the bulky desk and reached out his hand.
Two telephones sat on one corner of the desk, one white and the other an old-fashioned black rotary dial phone. Next to them lay a half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.
A map of St. Petersburg hung on the wall, marked with red pencil marks. Next to it was a simple cot, with the blanket folded neatly.
He gestured for Lin Xiaohe to sit on the sofa against the wall, then pulled up a chair and sat opposite me.
"Tea or coffee?" He gestured with his chin toward the small round table in the corner, where an electric kettle and a few mismatched cups sat.
Lin Xiaohe ordered tea. Putin: "How does it feel here compared to Moscow?"
Lin Xiaohe said helplessly, "What, has your conflict with those people escalated to this point? Do we need to compare foreign businessmen's initial impressions of the two cities?"
"Hahaha, you're even more slippery than the most cunning politician. Okay, let me try another way: what are your impressions of St. Petersburg?"
Lin Xiaohe shrugged: "It needs to be stable, ideally with only one sound."
Pujin stared at her intently, and said in an extremely serious tone, "Come help me, okay? I've asked my friends who are familiar with Dongguo, Lin, you're only a section-level cadre right now, your rank doesn't match your talent. Dongguo is different from our Bear Country, in Dongguo you can only climb the ranks step by step. Although there's upheaval here, there are more opportunities."
Putin emphasized: "We can solve many problems with guns, but you can't."
Lin Xiaohe's suggestion to first use force to detain people and then find evidence to convict them was exactly what Putin wanted.
Lin Xiaohe is a straightforward person by nature. If it weren't for the damned rules, she would have already wiped out those parasites. Why would she need to be so cautious?
But she had to regretfully decline: "My friend, I'm very sorry, but my loyalty to my country is the same as your loyalty to Russia. We both have our own responsibilities and missions."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Putin's eyes: "Well, I expected you to refuse, but I still want to give it a try. After all, I really want to be your partner."
Lin Xiaohe blinked: "A business partner is still a business partner!"
"Yes."
Pukin didn't have much free time, and Lin Xiaohe didn't plan to bring up the cooperation now. Just as she was about to say goodbye, she heard an urgent knock on the door.
Putin's eyes sharpened: "Go in."
A tall man with a solemn expression said, "Sobchak is looking for you."
"what happens?"
"Workers in St. Petersburg have gone on strike again, this time on a larger scale than the previous two, and there have been small-scale incidents of vandalism and arson."
Pukin jumped up, ignoring the pleasantries with Lin Xiaohe, and rushed out of the office: "Is it still about the unpaid wages?"
The tall man followed closely behind, speaking rapidly: "Yes, the union leader refused to communicate with us until he received his wages. The police are already maintaining order nearby. Most of the goods stranded at the port are from overseas. The Japanese side just finished a phone call with the mayor, speaking in a tough tone, claiming that we have delayed their sales and demanding compensation according to the contract."
The Japanese set a very high penalty for breach of contract, and in order to alleviate economic pressure, the St. Petersburg government had no choice but to reluctantly sign the contract.
"Damn it! These little dwarfs should be sent to Siberia to grow potatoes!" Putin was both anxious and angry, his murderous intent overflowing.
The secretariat gently but firmly asked Lin Xiaohe to leave Putin's office. Lin Xiaohe complied and, after leaving the municipal building, did not return to the hotel but instead found a nearby coffee shop.
The city government acted swiftly; escorted by police cars, Sobchak and Putin got into a car and headed directly to the port of St. Petersburg.
"Factory manager?" Xiao Zhang looked at Lin Xiaohe with concern.
As everyone knows, Lin Xiaohe hopes to cultivate good relations with the Russian government in order to open up the Russian market.
However, it seems that Putin, on whom she placed high hopes, is in a predicament and struggling to protect himself.
Lin Xiaohe smiled, "Heaven is on my side!"
The glimmer of hope gained through Anning County has finally taken hold. At this juncture, the world's fortunes have shifted slightly.