Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 235 The Dead Don’t Speak _1

Chapter 235: Chapter 235 The Dead Don’t Speak _1

After hanging up the phone, A Bu was left with more questions than answers.

Indeed, no matter how he looked at it, something felt strange.

A Bu found it hard to believe that this matter had The Emperor’s approval. Maybe Mikhail and Gavriil were making some private deals...

It was definitely a possibility!

On the other hand, A Bu believed that it was unlikely to happen.

After all, Gavriil’s power rested entirely on The Emperor’s trust in him.

If he dared to do such things behind The Emperor’s back, how suicidal would that be!

In the phone call earlier, Gavriil seemed to be beating around the bush, not saying exactly what had happened, just asking him to talk with Mikhail.

It seemed that some things were not meant for him to know at the moment, which only piqued A Bu’s curiosity even more!

He was now almost impatient to see Mikhail, to find out exactly what this kid had done that could make a character like The Emperor change his mind and allow Khodorkovsky to acquire Siberian Oil Company.

But A Bu had his own thoughts. Even if The Emperor agreed, whether or not to sell off the shares would depend on what kind of conditions Mikhail could offer.

If he couldn’t be satisfied, A Bu wouldn’t easily nod his head.

It’s not about not giving face to The Emperor, but he has his own interests to protect.

......

On the morning of July 2nd, many cars were parked under the headquarters building of the Siberian Oil Company.

Among them, more than a dozen black BMW 7 series were parked side by side, these were uniformly equipped by the Group for their senior managers.

Many employees were surprised, as it was rare to see so many senior managers come to the company so early, it seemed that something big was going to happen today.

The Siberian Oil Company headquarters building looked quite unassuming, a long, red, low-rise building, not tall, only about ten out floors or so.

It didn’t seem to compare with the Yukos headquarters building.

But this unassuming little building was the headquarters of the renowned Siberian Oil Company!

Just before ten o’clock, a small fleet drove up.

In particular, two black Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars were eye-catching.

As soon as the fleet stopped in front of the building square, a group of people from the building rushed out.

With the "bang bang" of opening and closing doors, Wang Ye, Ivan, and several employees of the Polar Bear Investment company got out of the cars.

The group that came out of the building, led by one of the vice presidents of the Siberian Oil Company, A Bu did not come out.

After exchanging pleasantries, the vice president said with a smile, "Mr. A Bu is waiting for you in the conference room, please come in with me."

A group of people entered the Little Red Building, went straight to the conference room on the second floor, guided by the Vice President.

A Bu and his assistant were already at the conference table, waiting for Wang Ye’s arrival.

Upon seeing the Vice President leading Wang Ye and others in, A Bu stood up, with his signature shy smile on his face.

He warmly greeted, "Misha, it seems your uncle really trusts you, entrusting this important matter to you."

Wang Ye modestly replied, "My uncle wants to take a break recently, he asked me to take over temporarily, I still need the care of you seniors."

After the pleasantries, everyone took their seats.

Across the long conference table, personnel from the two companies sat on each side.

"So, do you have any new proposals?" A Bu asked, smiling.

Ivan and the other staff members remained silent, because they didn’t know what Wang Ye was up to. Before coming, Wang Ye didn’t even tell them what they were going to talk about this time.

He simply mysteriously told them to be mentally prepared. After today, everyone would have to get busy!

Wang Ye opened a file he had brought himself, cleared his throat and said,

"Regarding the new plan of Polar Bear Investment company acquiring eighty percent of the shares in Siberian Oil Company, out of which, ten percent of the shares, which is your share, Uncle A Bu, is priced at two billion US dollars in cash!"

The first point shocked everyone in the conference room.

Because the price was too high!

If they went by his price, wouldn’t the remaining seventy percent of the shares, that of Berezov and others, be priced at one hundred and forty billion US dollars!

Ivan could hardly help but remind Wang Ye. Wasn’t this messing around?

After all, how much money was in the account of the Polar Bear Investment company was known. If he was going to give twenty billion for ten percent of shares, how was he going to acquire the seventy percent of Berezov’s shares!

Even worse, Ivan began to suspect that Wang Ye had some secret deals with A Bu!

Could this guy be intending to waste Khodorkovsky’s money on purpose?

A Bu, too, looked at Wang Ye in surprise, blurting out, "Are you joking? Two billion US dollars?"

Wang Ye nodded simply, "Yes, if Uncle A Bu, you have no objections to this acquisition and are willing to sell your shares, then the price is two billion US dollars!"

A Bu frowned, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then... what about the remaining seventy percent of the shares? How much are you prepared to offer?"

Wang Ye smiled, didn’t immediately reply, but said to A Bu, "Next, I’d like to have a private conversation with you, Uncle A Bu."

Once finished, he nodded to Ivan at his side.

Ivan immediately understood his implication, despite wanting to know what Wang Ye was going to talk to A Bu about, he had to get up right away. He signalled, leading the remaining Polar Bear Company employees out of the meeting room.

A Bu hesitated for a moment, then also nodded.

His vice presidents and assistant all rose, leaving the conference room.

The door closed, leaving only the two of them in the huge conference room.

A Bu looked at Wang Ye and slowly said, "Now that there’s no one else, you can talk."

Wang Ye chuckled and said, "For Berezov’s seventy percent of shares, I offer thirty billion US dollars!"

A Bu’s expression remained calm, showing no surprises, he simply asked, "Based on what? Do you think Berezov will agree to your price? To my knowledge, your uncle has already negotiated with him to acquire the seventy percent shares for sixty billion dollars. Now you’ve directly cut it in half!"

Wang Ye leaned back in his chair, looking very relaxed and said nonchalantly, "Uncle A Bu, you might not be aware, but Berezov is no longer in a position to participate in this acquisition. No matter what price I offer, he cannot object."

A Bu furrowed his eyebrows and asked in confusion, "What happened that I don’t know about?"

"Because, dead men don’t talk!"

Wang Ye straightened up, articulating each and every word.