Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 991 - 895: If you don’t drink a toast, you must drink a penalty_2

Chapter 991: Chapter 895: If you don’t drink a toast, you must drink a penalty_2

However, just relying on this to make Menchinko bow down and sell the Siberian Coal Group cheaply, that’s not very realistic.

After all, this is a giant company worth tens of billions of US dollars, even over one hundred billion US dollars!

At least, he would resist a bit, right?

If in the end the Kremlin really takes action against him because of this matter, and he truly can’t withstand it anymore, then it’s not too late to bow down then...

But right now, he can’t just "kneel down" so quickly!

...

Upon hearing Menchinko’s question, Constantin didn’t hurry to answer, instead, he picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a small sip.

He praised, "Good coffee."

Menchinko was in no mood to discuss the quality of coffee; he leaned back on the sofa, crossed his arms over his chest, and stayed silent.

Setting down the coffee cup, Constantin took out a small sheepskin-covered folder from the briefcase he brought with him and pushed it in front of Menchinko.

He said, "Here’s the offer for the acquisition, have a look and consider it."

Menchinko leaped to his feet, about to spew insults, when Constantin also stood up.

Smiling, he said, "Alright, I’ll take my leave now, waiting for the good news from your end.

But as someone who’s a few years your senior, barely qualifying as a predecessor in the business world, let me offer you some advice.

That is, don’t act on impulse in any situation, always keep your reason.

Don’t let anger cloud your judgement.

Perhaps there could have been a decent outcome, but one impulsive move, and things become unmanageable.

Don’t force yourself to drink a penalty for refusing a toast..."

After speaking, Constantin laughed heartily and walked out of the office.

Behind him, Menchinko pressed his lips together forcefully, swallowing the curse he was about to say.

He bent down to pick up the folder, flipped it open, and saw the eye-catching offer amount.

"Three billion US dollars"!

Entire acquisition of the Siberian Coal Group, all shares!

This price, well, it was higher than Menchinko had envisioned, but compared to the real value of the Siberian Coal Group, it was a bit off...

Although the Siberian Coal Group had grown to its current size, Menchinko definitely exploited some policy loopholes and played quite a few tricks with empty gloves and white wolves.

But his actual cash investment was also a total of two to three billion US dollars!

One could say, after so many years in banking and money exchange, nearly all his lawful income and grey income had been invested here!

If he sold at this price, it would almost mean that the years he had invested in the Siberian Coal Group in terms of time, energy, and relationships would all have been in vain!

It would just barely recover the capital he had invested...

This coal group is Menchinko’s core asset now and in the future!

Even with a slight possibility, he was unwilling to sell it, let alone at a price of three billion US dollars.

"Suka Column!"

Menchinko cursed aloud, grabbing the document intent on throwing it away.

But as his arm was raised, he forcibly stopped himself.

With his arm suspended in midair for an eternity, Menchinko slumped on the sofa, his body limp as if drained of all strength.

Because he remembered the words Constantin said just before leaving.

Don’t let anger cloud your judgement...

He really wanted to see what kind of moves the other side could play, how they could force him to capitulate!

At this moment, Menchinko still harbored illusions that if he could quickly make connections, latching onto a new "big leg," then Constantin might not dare to push too hard.

...

After stepping out of the building, Constantin had just settled into the car when he called Wang Ye.

"Misha, I’ve met with Menchinko and made the offer, but it seems he’s not willing.

Next, it’s up to you."

Wang Ye’s response was brief on the other end, "I know."

Then hung up the phone.

After hanging up, Wang Ye shook his head; Constantin, this old fox involving him, surely wouldn’t let him just reap the benefits.

But he was well prepared, too!

He picked up the red landline on the table and dialed a number...

...

The next day, Wang Ye invited the other chairmen and called an emergency meeting.

In the past, only the chairman had the power to call an emergency meeting, but now the first deputy speaker could too...

At the meeting, with a solemn expression, Wang Ye said:

"It’s shocking, comrades!

I just received a report yesterday about some domestic illegal financial departments laundering money through regulatory loopholes!

It’s estimated that each year, as much as a hundred billion US dollars are funneled out of the country through those illicit channels in the black market.

It’s nothing less than stealing the wealth of the nation and its people!"

The several chairmen looked at each other, wondering why Wang Ye had suddenly brought this up.

It wasn’t that they were completely unaware, but everyone knew very well that because the issue was so significant, nobody dared to touch it voluntarily.

It’s a joke, indeed vast sums of money have been lost, but the question is, who has this much money?

This question deserves deep thought!

What, now Chairman Mikhail is planning to declare "war" on those people?!

There’s no need!

Not to be offensive, but even the private bank under the flag of Chairman Mikhail’s own uncle has been involved in such business, right?

And his "good friend" A Bu, where does he get so much money to buy mansions in London and acquire clubs, yachts, and private planes, with transactions frequently exceeding a hundred million US dollars!

How did this money get out...

...

Grezlov was a bit unsure about Wang Ye’s intentions as well. He coughed once and asked, "Deputy Speaker Mikhail, what you mean is..."

Wang Ye slapped the conference table with a "smack" and said righteously:

"Perhaps in the past, due to some special reasons, such situations arose.

We may overlook individuals, but the involved banking institutions, knowingly breaking the law, must take responsibility!

I propose that we conduct an inspection of the relevant domestic financial institutions, especially those that are rampant, and we must make a strict example out of them—to kill the chicken to scare the monkey!"

Upon hearing this, Grezlov realized that Misha must be planning to trouble a particular bank!

Wonder who was so blind as to offend him...

But it had nothing to do with him!

He immediately agreed enthusiastically:

"Deputy Speaker Mikhail, that’s an excellent proposal!

I also think that those domestic banks are getting out of hand, especially some private banks with their exchange outlets everywhere, changing exchange rates several times a day!

It’s causing everyone to panic, making people think our Ruble is constantly devaluing.

I fully support it with both hands!"

It’s none of my business, so let Mikhail handle it, since it doesn’t affect my interests.

By doing him a favor now, who knows, maybe this favor will be returned someday.

Rilinov, of course, didn’t even need to say it. He was very clear that Wang Ye wouldn’t be targeting Khodorkovsky’s bank but some other bank.

So, he must support it.

As for Krov...

Whether he supported it or not was no longer important.

Because three out of the four chairmen had agreed...

...

For such a matter, there was no need to take it to the Duma Congress.

After the chairmen reached a consensus, Wang Ye directly drafted a document in the name of the Duma and sent it to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, requesting their cooperation.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs was managed by Korokolli, who was already an old friend of Wang Ye’s, and this year, when the budget was being passed, Wang Ye did a major favor by adding a substantial percentage to the Ministry’s budget.

This substantially increased Korokolli’s prestige within the Ministry!

With such a big favor remembered, how could Korokolli not be deeply grateful?

Now that Wang Ye needed his help, Korokolli was more than willing to lead the team himself!

He immediately dispatched elite soldiers, had his trusted followers lead the team, and instructed them to follow Deputy Speaker Mikhail’s orders in all matters.

As long as it didn’t involve anything like an armed coup, they didn’t need to report back to him and were to execute the orders directly!