Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 1201 - 1000: When Conditions are Right, Success Will Follow Naturally_2

Chapter 1201: Chapter 1000: When Conditions are Right, Success Will Follow Naturally_2

Wang Ye and Donia suddenly understood. They had actually heard a roaring sound outside just a moment ago, but the noise had diminished once they entered the tent, so they didn’t pay much attention to it, thinking it was just the sound of a vehicle’s engine.

The staff continued, "Behind the tent, there’s a large RV parked, equipped with a toilet and shower system, and even a bathtub..."

Donia was flabbergasted. This was really making a mountain out of a molehill!

Although she was born in Irkutsk State and had visited Lake Baikal numerous times, she had never imagined that one could camp on the lake like this.

Generators, RVs, heating, suite tents, bathrooms, and even the possibility of taking a hot bath!

Honestly, mobilizing so many resources must cost much more than staying in a hotel in the town by the lake...

But of course, the experiences were not the same.

...

Wang Ye, however, didn’t think it was a big deal. How much could it cost? Vasily was indeed thoughtful, considering everything that needed to be considered...

Some things, even he hadn’t thought of, like setting up a generator to directly power the heating system, which instantly solved the biggest problem.

While it was still light, Wang Ye and Donia took several laps around the lake on a dog sled. This activity wasn’t rare in Russia; he had done it several times before in Chukotka.

But Donia seemed to enjoy it immensely, occasionally letting out bursts of bell-like laughter, which infected Wang Ye with a pleasant mood as well.

As it grew dark, they returned to the tent and found that the staff had already prepared a sumptuous dinner, laid out on the table.

Judging by the lavishness of the meal, it was clearly not just thrown together, likely there was a special dining car where chefs had carefully cooked everything.

The dining table, although not large, was still covered with a snow-white tablecloth, adorned with exquisite, beautiful flowers, shiny utensils, and meals steaming with enticing aromas.

There was even a bottle of fine vintage red wine, complete with a decanter and tall glasses.

If this were inside the city, all this would be quite ordinary, but here, on the icy surface of Lake Baikal in the wilderness, it was truly extraordinary.

Looking at everything before her, Donia felt as if she were dreaming.

She remembered visiting Lake Baikal several years ago in winter with her family.

They had just ice-skated and taken a dog sled ride on the lake during the day, then hurriedly drove back home before dark, hungry, because staying in the town by the lake was too expensive for her family’s budget.

And now, it was just Mikhail and herself playing here, served by a team of dozens of personnel!

Given the circumstances, Governor Vasily seemed to wish he could build a five-star hotel right on the lake surface!

The disparity between people was just too vast...

...

"Cheers! To the beautiful Lake Baikal, and to the equally beautiful you," Wang Ye said with a smile, raising his glass.

Donia’s face turned crimson, whether from Wang Ye’s words or because the tent’s heating was too strong.

She quickly raised her glass as well and their glasses clinked.

Knowing his own moderate tolerance to alcohol, Wang Ye wisely poured only a little red wine into their glasses.

After all, the wine was meant to enhance the atmosphere. Drinking too much would lead to intoxication and ruin the wonderful ambiance.

As they dined and drank, they chatted casually.

Clearly, it was mostly Wang Ye taking the initiative, with Donia responding.

It was because she didn’t know what to talk about. She was just a university student, knowledgeable primarily in ballet, completely unsure of what was appropriate to discuss at such a time.

Fortunately, Wang Ye, having experienced much, was good at steering the conversation, ensuring that it didn’t stall.

During their casual chat, Wang Ye asked Donia about her future aspirations.

This topic sparked her interest.

"Of course, I want to become a dancer, to work at places like the Royal Ballet Troupe, participate in major performances domestically and abroad...

Perhaps, I could even take a part-time job acting in movies or on TV someday, becoming a star."

This too was the dream of all of us girls who studied dance.

Ah...

"These might seem very... very boring to you."

After speaking, she glanced at Wang Ye, embarrassed, suddenly feeling that her so-called dreams might appear too "childish" in Wang Ye’s eyes.

Speaking of which, Wang Ye wasn’t much older than herself, he had even personally told her that he had just graduated from university this year.

Then why did he achieve what he has now, while she was still far from the trivial dream of becoming a minor celebrity?

In fact, Donia really wanted to know about Wang Ye’s past.

She usually didn’t pay much attention to the news or politics, and she only knew of "Mikhail" by name, but not much else.

She was even less clear about how Wang Ye had "risen to power."

But she didn’t dare ask...

Wang Ye smiled slightly, encouraging her, "I think it’s wonderful, not boring at all. Speaking of which, before I entered the political arena, I actually had my own dreams as well...

Back then, I was doing some small business with friends, not making much money but quite happy.

I just thought, if after graduating from university I could own my own company, then buy a big house in Moscow, marry a beautiful wife, have two or three children, my life would be very happy..."

As he spoke, his gaze became a bit misty.

Most of these words were inner thoughts of Wang Ye.

He truly thought so back then!

Originally, he had never considered developing a career in the political arena...

So he thought of earning a hefty amount of US dollars "aggressively" during his studying abroad period, just in time to capitalize on the domestic economic boom after graduation.

Then he would return home with his "first barrel of gold" earned in Moscow to start his company.

Engaging in foreign trade would be good, or running a factory in Peng City was also fine; if all else failed, being a landlord wasn’t bad either.

Anyway, with an experience that was more than a decade ahead of others, he could definitely become a wealthy man, wouldn’t life be joyous...

Donia stared directly at Wang Ye, her tolerance for alcohol seemed to be even less than Wang Ye’s, having only drunk slightly more than two glasses of red wine, she felt dizzy already.

After Wang Ye finished speaking, she giggled, "It’s nice, even if you hadn’t become a big official like now, you’d still be a very excellent man. There must have been many girls chasing after you in Moscow."

Wang Ye was momentarily stunned, it seemed Donia didn’t even know about his engagement to Rossiyana.

But that was normal; the Internet wasn’t developed back then, and although his engagement to Rossiyana was a sensation, it probably only had significant impact in Moscow or the political arena.

As for ordinary people, how many would care about whom you are engaged to, or what would it mean if the Romanov family re-emerged.

It won’t increase their salaries, anyway...

Plus, Donia was just a young girl obsessed with dance, and she was even less likely to pay attention to these matters.

...

Well-fed and drunk, the staff quietly cleared the table and the leftovers.

Bored, Donia walked around the living room a couple of times before suddenly saying to Wang Ye, "Misha, let’s dance."

She must have drunk a little too much, her fair cheeks flushing a charming pink.

But that had its advantages, as she finally wasn’t so restrained and cautious, and dared to directly invite Wang Ye to dance.

Since it was an invitation from a beautiful woman, Wang Ye naturally wouldn’t refuse, and the two started dancing in the tent that was warm as spring.

However, Wang Ye mainly played a supporting role, his dance skills were barely comparable to Donia’s.

Watching Donia dance gracefully like a sprite, Wang Ye felt a warmth in his heart; he reached out and pulled Donia into his arms.

Accompanied by Donia’s shriek of surprise, everything that was meant to happen, happened...