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Chapter 1223 Call the Police
"Comrade police officer, I want to get my own money back now. Do you have any other questions?" The young man asked a little confusedly.

The police captain chuckled and asked, "Are you Jacob?"

"Do you know me?" the young man asked cautiously.

The policeman did not answer, but continued to speak.

"You live on Arbat Street. You are a well-known hoodlum on this street and the leader of a gang. We have been looking for you for a long time. You are now suspected of a theft case. We have the right to arrest you. Everything you say will be presented as evidence in court."

As soon as the police captain finished speaking, a pair of silver-white handcuffs were buckled on Jacob's wrist.

The police told Jacob his whole story, and their arguments were well-reasoned. Jacob originally protested his innocence, but after the police whispered a few words in his ear, he stopped struggling and walked towards the police car without saying a word under the escort of the police captain.

The two big men looked at this scene with a sneer on their faces. There is money to earn but no money to spend. This is really what it means. Fighting with Mr. Jiang will cost you a price! Do you really think their threats are in vain?

Shakov was the person named by the higher-ups. For the sake of the boss's reputation, they could refrain from taking any drastic measures against Shakov. But who was this Jacob? He was just a small-time gangster.

When he gets to prison, he will suffer. This is what Boss Arov has already arranged. As for whether he can get out, it all depends on luck.

Shaqfu also watched all this expressionlessly, without any feeling of grief for the loss of a rabbit or a fox, and even lacking a bit of sympathy. He had no burden at all for those who took advantage of the situation, and his own money was not easy to earn.
He had been invited here since the morning and had been running around with his wife for a long time without eating anything. However, there was basically nothing to eat at home now. Besides, even if there was food, he could not eat it. Then, he took his wife and drove the car he bought, and Shakov and Anlina staggered towards the home of the director of the Heavy Industry Bureau.

However, as soon as he turned to the street leading to the home of the director of the Heavy Industry Bureau, he heard a sudden and unusually noisy crowd.

He took two quick steps and, as expected, saw fifty or sixty people blocking the director's house, some of whom were family members. However, the most important thing was that he was familiar with these people, Andrei, Alexei, Yegor, Ivan, etc. These were all people he had drunk with last night.

When he went over to ask around, he found out that everyone had experienced the same thing as him, except that most people hadn't found anyone willing to help, or hadn't even thought about it, so they just ran to the director's house.

The few goods he purchased were smashed, and his experience was the most horrible. Others were just facing ordinary small bulldozers and excavators. He was a T-50, which was not in the same league at all.

In an instant, he felt that Mr. Jiang was biased, but when he saw other people acting like this, he felt much more balanced.

Seeing so many people at the director's house, he also asked around and found out that the director was not at home, but had gone to report to Vice President Rutskoi.

A group of hungry people were waiting anxiously at the director's house. There was not even any food or tea in front of anyone.

He originally wanted to ask the director's servant to find some food, but after asking, he found out that the director's house had nothing. After understanding, he realized that there was food, but the little bit of bread, sausages, and steak was quickly eaten by the first people who came. The director's house had no surplus food.

After knowing this situation, Shaqfu had a bitter look on his face. If he had known this earlier, he would have come earlier and maybe he could have gotten some food and drinks.

When Shakov saw his group of people, he felt sad and even thought that they were ridiculous and pathetic. They were factory managers who were not powerful in Moscow, but they were definitely the upper class. He didn't expect that one day they would fall to the point where they couldn't even eat. Through communication, he also understood why these two big men would attack him. Mr. Jiang was just fighting back against Rutskoi for obstructing the delivery of the twelve Su-27s that were supposed to be delivered to the flower growers. They were also the ones who were affected.

Also, originally, he thought that Gaidar's order yesterday to auction off their companies was cruel enough, but he didn't expect that Mr. Jiang's counterattack was ten times or even a hundred times more cruel than Gaidar's. For him, auctioning off the companies was just cutting off the source of his wealth, not a fatal blow, but Mr. Jiang's move was simply to starve them to death!

"Shakov, what should we do?" Seeing this situation, Anlina also panicked and asked Shakov in a panic.

"It's okay, someone will take care of it." Shakov comforted his wife, but he still felt relieved.

After all, there are tall people to hold up the sky if it falls, so just wait.

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"Dear President Rutsko, this is the situation. Now the factory directors who support us have basically been cut off from supplies by Mr. Jiang. What should we do next?" The director of the Heavy Industry Bureau reported to Vice President Rutsko.

"Let's get some supplies first! After all, we still need their support. Comfort them and things will be resolved soon." Rutsko rubbed his head and spoke.

He never dreamed that Jiang Yan's reaction would be so intense.

After saying this, Rutsko waved his hand, signaling his men to deliver the materials they had just collected to the doorsteps of the directors of the Heavy Industry Bureau and other close associates, who would then distribute them to supporters and followers like Shakov.

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Standing at the window, watching the director of the Heavy Industry Bureau and the Chairman of the Supreme Soviet of the Soviet Union leave, Khasbulatov's face turned pale and he watched all this in silence. He felt that Jiang Yan was humiliating them both, and was using such a petty trick to humiliate them.

The combination of Jiang Yan and Luzhkov, coupled with the capable people under them, can indeed cause considerable trouble to the factory directors and managers who support them. However, these are only minor troubles, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are humiliating.

To be honest, in the whole of Russia, who would dare to stop the two of them, a vice president and a speaker of the parliament, from sending people to purchase goods? However, it was not to the point where they had to take action.

To be honest, these supplies were transported directly from the army under the order of the two of them. Who dares to intercept them? They really gave them courage.
However, Jiang Yan's little tricks were really disgusting. He never thought that he, the Chairman of the Supreme Soviet, would one day fall to the point where he had to step in to solve the food problem for his subordinates.

"Khasbulatov, there's no need to be angry." Rutsko said with a smile.

"Rutsko, we were provoked by Jiang Yan and Luzhkov with such a despicable trick. Don't you feel angry at all? Or are you afraid of them?" Khasbulatov said with an unhappy look on his face.

Rutsko smiled and shook his head. "No, I actually miss what happened just now. Ten years ago, I was the deputy head of the aviation regiment, and for a period of time I was in charge of logistics and the procurement and distribution of materials. But that was a long time ago. To be honest, I really miss those youthful years."

(End of this chapter)