Soviet Godfather

The news that was inquired from the Municipal Party Committee Guest House quickly spread to the ears of all interested people. Everyone has a steelyard in their hearts to measure whether the deal is a good deal. Three days later, some people finally couldn't help it. Some weaker small businessmen have been waiting outside the guest house of the municipal party committee, always paying attention to the movements in the guest house. On the one hand, there were distraught merchants, and on the other hand, Seryozha was having a hard time, and he had spent a lot of money on this scene with Boris and Papa Petrov. And the most important thing is that there is no real product in the warehouse, and it may show its feet after a long time.

Yakov, who was out to inquire about news these days, met many local businessmen in Tyumen. Those big businessmen did not treat Yakov so well. Most of the people who got close to him were small businessmen. Huge business opportunities lay before them. Even though they knew that there was little hope, these little people still gathered here every day, chatting and exchanging information. After a few days, some of them got to know Yakov.

"Have you heard, those two guys think that the merchants in our place are too weak, and they are going to leave here and want to send the goods to Novosibirsk." A guy with a big beard said.

"That's right, the news came from the waiter in the guest house. Anyway, we have no hope. I think the ones who will really feel distressed are guys like Lomonosov." Someone commented sadly.

"In our Tyumen, Lomonosov is the most powerful. Even he can't eat this batch of goods. Compared with the real big players, I think Lomonosov is nothing." Talking nonsense.

From time to time Yakov offered them a cigarette, which won the group over. Some people who have just met Yakov in the past few days said: "Brother Yakov, your cigarettes are not bad. They are decent foreign products. Where did you buy them?"

Yakov replied: "You can still buy it there, and buy it wherever it is produced. What do we all do? Do you even need to ask?"

"This kind of smoke is not easy to make, it seems that you are quite capable!" Someone praised.

"Compared to those two people living in the guest house, my ability is nothing." Yakov said modestly.

"Do you know the origin of those two people inside?" Someone seemed to recognize that Yakov might know something about those two people.

"I do know some, but it's not very accurate." Yakov said unhurriedly.

When the people around heard Yakov's words, they gathered around one after another. Someone urged Yakov and said, "What's the situation! Tell us quickly."

"Yes! Tell us about it!"

"Have you heard of Gorky's Nikolai Popov?" Yakov said, taking a puff of his cigarette, and then puffing out a smoke ring.

"Of course I've heard of it. He is a powerful guy. It is said that the father and son have monopolized Gorky City for decades, but recently I heard that they were killed!" Someone around Yakov echoed.

"Do you know who killed Popov?" Yakov asked knowingly.

"Who? Could it be those two guys in the guest house?" Big Huo's curiosity was aroused.

Yakov chuckled and stopped answering.

"No way, they really did it. I heard that Popov and his son have been running the business in Gorky City for two generations. How can they be killed if they are killed?" There were still people around asking persistently.

"Haven't you heard? Popov was pushed into the Volga River by a bulldozer with people and cars! Even God can't save him!" Someone answered the guy's question.

"My God! This group of people is too difficult to mess with!" Everyone said with emotion.

"Why did they kill Popov? Did they have any problems?" Someone then asked Yakov.

"Have you seen the younger of the two? He was once stabbed by a knifeman sent by Popov,

Almost died. No wonder Popov courted death. ’ Yakov replied.

"The young man seems to be called Boris, and he is indeed called Boris. Isn't there news that the man named Boris wants to exchange all the goods for oil? It's a pity that the old man disagrees." Someone brought up this topic.

"If they want oil, that's fine. It's not easy for us to get some oil here? As long as the cadres in the oil field are given enough money, it doesn't matter how much oil they want." A crowd of onlookers said with some regret.

Someone immediately retorted: "Easy? You don't even think about it, how much do they want? If you want to buy his goods, you need at least a train of the same tanker. If I can get it, I'll go in and find them!"

"Let me just say that with my little wealth, I can only get a few fuel tank trucks if I die." The guy who was refuted immediately lost his temper.

"Me too!" someone continued.

The speaker had no intention, but the listener had a heart. Just when everyone was feeling sorry for their lack of wealth, Yakov had an idea. He observed the people around him, and said whether intentionally or not: "Actually I can also get a few tanker trucks, and if someone is partnering with me, I can walk in and talk to them."

Everyone seems to have grasped the straw of life-saving, and they were all awakened by Yakov's words. Everyone gathered around again.

"I can get oil from two tank wagons! I can partner with you!"

"I can do three!"

"Count me in, I can make one!"

Yakov's head was getting dizzy from the crowd talking to each other. He hurriedly said, "Don't worry, let's come one by one, and the brothers who want to join in talk one by one."

Under the arrangement of Yakov, this group of people collected a total of 30 tank trucks of oil, and everyone's enthusiasm suddenly rose. "I think we can send someone in and talk to them," Yakov said.

Everyone said to Yakov one after another: "I think you are the smartest here, so go!"

"Yes, I am also optimistic about your brother!"

"Don't let us down! Brother."

So under the expectation of everyone, Yakov walked into the municipal party committee guest house alone. The people waiting outside were expecting Yakov to come out with good news. An hour passed, and some businessmen who heard the news rushed over one after another. Two hours passed, and when Yakov finally came out, everyone dared not make a sound, for fear that Yakov's voice would not be heard.

"Hmm~~!" Yakov cleared his throat, and said first, "They agreed!"

Everyone was about to cheer, and a few clear-headed ones immediately asked, "What's the price?"

"The price of oil is about six rubles a barrel, and you can exchange it for equivalent goods." Yakov replied.

"Great, the price is good!" Only then did everyone feel relieved.

"However, they have a condition. The oil must be able to leave the country safely. And only after it leaves the country, they will hand over the goods to us." Yakov added.

"Exit? Where are you going?" Someone asked.

"Poland," Yakov replied.

"Poland! No problem, it's not easy, Poland is our little brother! Haha!" Everyone agreed.

. . .

A few days later, a train loaded with crude oil left Tyumen and headed for Wroclaw, a city in southwestern Poland.