Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 251 Waiting for this Sentence _1

Chapter 251: Chapter 251 Waiting for this Sentence _1

Wang Ye didn’t provide a solution for the Lyublino problem.

He only reassured Big Head Kong, he would ponder more about the issue, but not to worry, it will certainly be resolved.

After Big Head Kong departed, Wang Ye cogitated for a while.

Not that he didn’t have any means.

The easiest way was to manipulate Aiermal, making the Caucasus gang mess things up secretly in Lyublino Market.

Perhaps, it might not prevent the opening of Lyublino, but at least it will create some chaos there, adding to their headaches.

However, after some thought, Wang Ye discarded this approach.

Because this method didn’t fix the root of the problem.

He had promised Maylov that the Lyublino incident would be permanently resolved, in a way that it would not affect New Sun Market and ACT Market.

After turn over in his mind, Wang Ye felt another way was to settle it from "an official" perspective. He should urge Gavriil to expedite his promised exclusive import and export rights.

Then all problems would be resolved smoothly.

Even if Lyublino Market is larger and more attractive, what good would it do if they can’t get their goods for Customs Clearance!

With no merchandise to sell, how can they run a wholesale market...

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At around five in the afternoon, Wang Ye mentioned to Angelina that he would have dinner and drinks with an old classmate at night, so there’s no need to wait up for him.

"Will you be coming home tonight?" Angelina asked.

After contemplating, Wang Ye figured that he would indeed be drinking tonight and it happened to be at his old dorm. Xiao Gang mentioned that his bed was still kept intact and was always freshly made after every change of linens.

Suddenly, he felt like "reliving" the dormitory experience.

Smilingly, he said: "Not tonight, I will be too lazy to drive back after drinks. It’s not practical to let Xie Liaosha and the others wait for me. Might as well sleep in the dorm for the night, Natalia can keep you company tonight."

As he descended the stairs and approached his car, Xie Liaosha was about to start the engine, Wang Ye stopped him and said, "You all can leave work now, I will drive back myself today. I need to eat and drink with old friends, and there’s no need for you to drop me off."

Honestly, Wang Ye hadn’t offended anyone recently. Having bodyguards around every day had been just for face, they were hardly needed and hence Xie Liaosha and the others weren’t required.

Upon hearing Wang Ye, Xie Liaosha nodded and stepped out of the car. He transferred to another Mercedes Benz and left this one for Wang Ye.

Opening the door and settling in the driver’s seat, Wang Ye first was to reach towards the glovebox on the passenger’s side.

His own pistol resided in it.

After a moment’s thought, he grabbed the gun and placed it in the armrest box. This would allow him to grab it easily just in case anything happened while driving.

After starting the engine, the W12 engine roared like a boiling kettle.

Part of the charm of a Mercedes Benz came from this very sound; true connoisseurs understand...

Wang Ye rolled down the window, listening to the roar of the engine as the car departed the parking lot and headed towards Friendship University.

It goes without saying, a giant Mercedes Benz cruising on the road is bound to attract attention...

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Upon arriving at his familiar dormitory no. 6, Wang Ye casually parked the car at the roadside.

Since it was vacation time, there were fewer students around the dormitory building, thus no one was around.

Turning off the ignition and getting out of the car, Wang Ye confidently made his way to the second-floor dorm where he used to stay.

There was no one inside the partially open door, but there were plenty of Heineken beer bottles on the table.

Song Xiaogang must be in the public kitchen cooking. Wang Ye sat down, found a Chinese Newspaper to read while waiting, and didn’t call Song Xiaogang.

True to Song Xiao Gang’s word, the bed allotted to him was still maintained clean and tidy.

With a snow-white sheet laid over it, the blanket and pillow were neatly stacked on it.

Just as Wang Ye had been reading for a few minutes, the door was pushed open and Song Xiaogang walked in with two plates of dishes.

Surprised to see Wang Ye’s arrival, he exclaimed, "Brother Ye, you’re here! Why didn’t you call me? I would have hurried up with the preparations."

Setting down the newspaper, Wang Ye stood up and cheerfully stated, "It’s fine, I’m staying here tonight, we’ll have a good chat over drinks. We have all the time in the world!"

The smile on Song Xiaogang widened as he promptly replied, "Then Brother Ye, you take a break. I still have a few dishes to make, they will be ready soon. There is clean fruit here, as well as chips, you can have a bite first."

Finishing his words, he turned around and returned to busy himself with cooking.

There was little Wang Ye could do here, his cooking skills were limited to "scrambled eggs with tomatoes", "boiled dumplings", and "instant noodles"...

He picked up an apple. It should have been washed. Without peeling, he took a bite.

While he continued to read the newspaper, Song Xiaogang made several trips to and fro, and laid several plates of dishes on the dining table.

Song Xiaogang’s cooking skills were indeed top-notch—the dishes he made were a feast for the eyes, nose, and mouth!

It was evident that he had meticulously prepared for today’s feast. Every imaginable meat dish was laid out on the table. All that was missing was duck...

When they were both seated, Wang Ye glanced at the dishes on the table and chuckled, "Xiao Gang, if you set up a restaurant specializing in Chinese food here, you could potentially earn a ton of money. Your culinary skills are much higher than the principal chef at the Chinese restaurant downstairs!"

This wasn’t a joke. Wang Ye had tasted both, dishes cooked by Xiao Gang and the ones from the restaurant below.

There was no easy way to describe the taste of the restaurant’s food...

"Hehe, before I came to study abroad, I did think of doing that. Once my language fluency progressed and my studies were less intense, I wanted to find a job in a Chinese restaurant as a chef. The pay grade should be higher than working in the market," Song Xiaogang laughed.

This plan actually seemed pretty good.

In any foreign nation, a chef has a decent income, and it is significantly higher than being a part-time translator.

But now, Song Xiaogang clearly doesn’t need to be a chef. Just by selling phone cards, his income wasn’t low.

Wang Ye smiled and said, "There’s no future in hard labor. If you want to be a chef, you should open your restaurant. But you don’t need to think about that now. If you want to work, there’s plenty of work on my side. Anything at all would be better than opening a restaurant."

He wasn’t bragging, Wang Ye is the owner of three major companies now!

New Sun Group, Little Eagle Group, and Polar Bear Investment Company were each worth hundreds of millions of US dollars. If Song Xiaogang wanted to work there, Wang Ye wouldn’t treat him unfairly.

Even if he couldn’t assign him an important position, an average management position or a relaxed job would still have good pay.

After a few years of training and assuming bigger responsibilities, his future would surely be bright.

Song Xiaogang’s eyes lit up, he was waiting for Wang Ye to say these words!