Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 386 Seeing My Former Self_1

Chapter 386: Chapter 386 Seeing My Former Self_1

"When did I get acquainted with a boss named Zhang?" Wang Ye asked in suspicion.

But no one could answer his question.

Because even he wasn’t sure, others would know even less...

After hesitating for a bit, Wang Ye still got up and said to the two women, "You all eat first, I’ll go check it out. Who knows, it might be someone I really know."

Ruan Xiaozhu and Nalan Yaqi were both understanding. They knew it was not appropriate for them to accompany Wang Ye when he was dealing with things at the casino, so they did not even mention it.

Wang Ye, accompanied by his security staff, took the elevator to the fifth floor and walked into the visitor’s lounge.

Boss Zhang, who was drinking water with his head lowered, heard footsteps and turned his head to look.

When he saw Wang Ye entering, his eyes lit up, and he took a surprisingly action.

With a "thump," he actually knelt down!

Wang Ye had just walked in when he saw this and was dumbfounded.

However, he didn’t step forward. Instead, he motioned to the security staff to help Zhang up.

He asked, "Mr. Zhang, is it? I heard you know me. Forgive me for the offense, but I seem to not recognize..."

This was said in Chinese. But whether it was because Wang Ye had been speaking Russian for the past year or if it was deliberate, his Chinese now came with a hint of a "foreign" accent. In any case, it didn’t sound like a "pure" Chinese accent...

Before he could finish, Boss Zhang blurted out, "Aren’t you Mr. Mikhail? I run a business at the New Sun Market; of course I know you."

Wang Ye was stunned.

So that’s what this was about...

Indeed, if that was the case, then at least 90% of the people playing in Xiao Ying Entertainment Center knew him!

This Boss Zhang had likely just seen him a few times at the big market and, now in desperation, claimed to know him...

However, now that he was here, there was no rush to leave.

That being said, seeing a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, so desperate for "just a bit" of money that he’d kneel down to a twenty-something like himself, made Wang Ye feel somewhat solemn. It reminded him of how desperate he was in his past life, and he couldn’t help sympathizing with Boss Zhang.

"Come on, get up. I heard you lost over ten thousand US dollars in a day? While it’s not a small amount, it isn’t a huge sum for business owners like yourselves, right? Head back to China and get a good batch of goods over here, work hard next year, and you’ll soon earn it back," Wang Ye advised.

Truthfully, if he wanted to help Boss Zhang, it would be simple. Just ten or so thousand US dollars, Wang Ye could easily provide that.

But the problem is, that precedent couldn’t be set!

He was running a casino. If anyone lost a lot of money, started making a scene, and then knelt down, he would have to patch up their hole.

Wouldn’t that just turn running a casino into charity work...

Because those who won money from here wouldn’t offer to share their earnings!

Hearing Wang Ye speak, Boss Zhang’s face fell, and tears started falling again.

He sobbed and proceeded to tell Wang Ye his story...

......

Speaking of which, this Boss Zhang hadn’t had it easy either.

He came to Russia more than a decade ago, starting out doing odd jobs for the first group of "smugglers" at the border. Gradually, he began to run a small business.

Only a few years ago did he come to Moscow to share a stall with someone.

At that time, stall rental fees in the ACT Market were not cheap, and his business was not big enough for him to sustain a stall on his own.

So, he rented a stall with two other friends, sharing the costs among the three of them.

Moreover, the goods they sold were not shipped directly from China, because their strengths did not allow for it. They purchased goods from more powerful Chinese bosses for resale, earning a middleman profit.

Although they could make money, the profit was clearly not that much. After deducting living expenses and the like, they couldn’t save much each year.

It was until this year that the business seemed to see some growth, and he finally had a spot of his own at the New Sun Market.

With the support of the New Sun Group’s "regulation for customs clearance," he contacted his friends’ factories in China and brought over a batch of goods to sell.

Up until a few days ago, most of these goods had been sold off; he had nearly fifteen thousand US dollars in cash on hand!

The key was, most of this money was unpaid product fees that needed to be given to the factories in China.

The money that truly belonged to Boss Zhang was only about five to six thousand US dollars...

If today’s incident hadn’t occurred, perhaps Boss Zhang might be on the right path in life.

Next year he could send over more goods, earn more money, then buy even more goods, and earn even more money...

Most Chinese bosses expanded their business through such cycles.

Eventually becoming millionaires, and even billionaires!

Unfortunately, today, he lost all of that fifteen thousand US dollars!

At this point, he’d been working for nothing for over ten years, owing a huge sum of money to the factories. How could he not be devastated...

......

After hearing Zhang’s story, all Wang Ye could do was express his sympathy.

He shook his head and said, "Although I sympathize with you, you chose your path. If you choose to gamble away your money, you have to face the consequences. How about this, I’ll personally sponsor your plane ticket back to China. Good luck..."

With that, he turned to leave the meeting room.

To Wang Ye, habitual gamblers like Zhang were not worth sympathy.

When they win, they’re over the moon; when they lose, they’re wailing and swearing to mend their ways. But as long as they’re given a chance, they will surely keep gambling.

Give Zhang a ticket to let him "repent" back home. Even if he decides to end his life, he should do it away from his place...

Before Wang Ye could leave, Zhang struggled free from the support of the security personnel and "thump," knelt down again.

"Mr. Mikhail, please help me. I know that for a big shot like you, tens of thousands is nothing.

But for me, this...this is life and death for my whole family!

I admit, I came to gamble because I wanted to get something for nothing, hoping to bring back a little more money before returning to China to buy a house for my family.

My wife has been with me for nearly ten years now, and I haven’t been able to afford to buy her a house in town, letting her live with our child in the rural countryside. I owe it to them..."

Wang Ye, who was just about to leave, was frozen in place. A lot of memories flashed through his mind.

Wasn’t he like Zhang once upon a time...

Desiring a better life for his family, wanting to stand firm in the big city, willing to risk it all to acquire as much wealth as possible in as short a time as possible!

His past life was about stock market speculation, while Zhang’s present life is about gambling. It seems different on the surface.

But in essence, they’re the same...