Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 1058 - 929: Blessing in Disguise_2

Chapter 1058: Chapter 929: Blessing in Disguise_2

Look at this Duma session, and you’ll understand how many seats the faction led by Grezlov has lost compared to the last Duma...

So, there might be quite a few voices within the Hilarwick Group that are critical of Mikhail, but for the moment, they’ve been suppressed and haven’t erupted.

But all these things are only to be understood, not explicit.

Even though Gavriil and Wang Ye are very close, it’s not appropriate to state it directly, it can only be implied subtly.

Wang Ye, of course, understood immediately and grasped the difficulties faced by the Kremlin.

......

Meanwhile, Dania had returned to her community, calling yet another meeting of all the homeowners.

At the meeting, Dania’s face was flushed with shame as she engaged in profound self-criticism.

She admitted that she was blinded by self-interest, seeing only the huge compensation that was within easy reach, while ignoring the positive significance that the CBD Project could have for the city of Moscow, even for the future of the country.

That morning, after being fiercely reprimanded by Chairman Mikhail, she had an epiphany, awakening to her senses!

Although she was just an ordinary small-time lawyer, unable to make any remarkable contributions to the nation or the nation, she certainly couldn’t compare herself with big shots like Chairman Mikhail.

But when the nation needed her to make a sacrifice, she would step forward without a wrinkle in her brow!

Now, such an opportunity had presented itself.

So, for this relocation compensation contract, she would go and sign it at once.

And she would sign unconditionally!

Even if the Demolition group was short on funds and offered her no compensation, she would be without complaint, even happy, because she too had contributed a little to the advancement of the CBD Project...

In the end, waving her arms, she shouted:

"Homeowners who won’t sign this compensation contract, forgive my bluntness, but you don’t deserve to be Russians!

Because if you care only about your own little profit, overlooking the national interest and even hindering the development of the national economy, then you are a sinner against the nation!"

These words left many homeowners in the neighborhood stunned.

What’s this, not signing the demolition contract has now risen to a matter of patriotism?

To not sign is to be un-Russian...

It wasn’t that there were no homeowners who questioned this, they weren’t opposed to signing the contract, but they wondered about the inconsistency in Dania’s behavior and words.

A homeowner challenged her:

"Dania, you weren’t saying this in the morning.

I remember what you said this morning... Oh, you said you didn’t care about what is called national rise, only about the dignity of the common people.

Now all you talk about is patriotism. Has Mikhail said something else to you?"

Unfazed by the questioning, Dania remained calm.

She smiled slightly and answered with composure:

"Dear homeowner, actually, I’ve said it just now already. Before... no, up to this noon, I was deluded, too selfish!

But in comparison with Chairman Mikhail, I feel ashamed and am determined to mend my ways and make a fresh start, is that wrong?

Yes, my thoughts have changed.

I used to think that the entire society, everyone was selfish, struggling hard for their own bit of interest.

But I hadn’t realized that there are people like Mikhail.

Even though he has conditions that many envy, he doesn’t rest on his laurels, but instead, he quietly bears the burden, striving with all his might just so that our country could become just a little bit better!

So now I feel that personal interests are negligible in front of the interests of the nation and the nation.

So, are you perhaps still thinking about demanding a huge compensation, which is why you deliberately question me?"

The homeowner quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no! Of course I won’t continue to hinder the progress of the CBD Project, I’ll go and sign that compensation contract later..."

Before he could finish, Dania interrupted him, raising her voice:

"Everyone! What are you waiting for!

Time is running out, and just because of our homeowners’ obstruction, the entire CBD project has already been delayed for several days!"

"Do you really want the people of the whole Moscow, or even all of Russia, to point fingers at our backs and curse us?"

"If you don’t want that, then hurry up and sign the contracts. Stop wasting time!"

"I’ve already asked the demolition group’s personnel to come to the site. Everyone can now line up in an orderly fashion and sign the contracts..."

Stirred by her words, and since no one else intended to make further trouble, everyone was ready to sign the contracts.

There was a bustle in the venue, as the work group indeed sent a number of personnel to the scene, setting up tables one by one to start working on site.

After all, what everyone was signing now was a letter of intent, which just determined the compensation standards and the intent for demolition. The specific relocation compensation contracts would later be implemented according to the different circumstances of each household.

......

Watching the long line of people queuing up to sign, Dania felt a bit of smugness in her heart.

This was the precondition for whether she could continue working by Chairman Mikhail’s side!

It seemed that she had accomplished the task of getting the whole neighborhood to sign the contracts at record speed and without disgrace.

Now, Chairman Mikhail was sure to look at her with new respect. In the future, when she worked by his side, she would surely gain his trust.

Who knows? In a few years, she might very well rise to high ranks and become a big shot herself!

Thinking this, Dania felt a small surge of excitement.

It seemed that she had indeed turned a misfortune into a blessing this time...

......

While Dania had turned misfortune into a blessing, Novich in the city bureau wasn’t sure if his situation was a blessing or a curse.

"Why did you do this? Give me a reason."

In the Director’s office, only Vladimir and Novich sat facing each other.

Vladimir had a grim expression on his face and asked in a low voice.

The question was abrupt, but Novich understood what he was talking about.

He lit a cigarette with a "snap" and took two deep drags before lowering his head and gritting his teeth to respond:

"There’s no reason. I just think there’s nothing wrong with this protest, so I approved it.

May I ask, did I do something wrong within the procedure or violate any regulations?"

Vladimir scoffed twice. It seemed Novich was still playing dumb.

So, what, he’s playing procedural justice with him?

Without any politeness, he said, "On the surface, the process is without issues, but such large-scale protest demonstrations involving important political figures turn into political issues that must consider these influences.

Therefore, in essence, it’s already beyond your authority. I’m not qualified to approve such an event either.

Reports must be made to the ministry and the Duma, and only after receiving directives from above can we decide whether to authorize the protest.

That’s the correct procedure!

If you can’t even consider that, then you’re not qualified to serve as Deputy Director. It would be better for you to go back to grass-roots as a regular policeman!"

As he spoke, Vladimir’s tone grew increasingly severe.

He couldn’t believe that Novich hadn’t thought about this at all, and he also couldn’t believe that Novich hadn’t noticed whom the protest targeted—Mikhail!

Under normal circumstances, not to mention Mikhail was their "big backer," even if they didn’t have any particular relationship or common interactions,

But judging by Mikhail’s current position, even as a Deputy Director in the city bureau, you can’t just approve activities at your own discretion!

Just as Vladimir had said, the normal procedure would be to report to the ministry, as well as notify the Duma, allowing Mikhail to be prepared in advance.

Of course, this procedure isn’t explicitly stipulated.

But as a Director and Deputy Director, don’t you even have that level of "political awareness"...

Vladimir absolutely didn’t believe Novich didn’t understand it!

So, if it wasn’t genuine confusion, it had to be feigned ignorance.

Since you’re playing dumb, there’s no need for niceties. You’re not fit to be Deputy Director anymore—demoting you to a basic-level employee will see if you keep up the act!

Sure enough, this struck right at Novich’s sore spot, and he could no longer pretend to be confused...