Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 995 - 897: Simply a Great Benefactor_2

Chapter 995: Chapter 897: Simply a Great Benefactor_2

"I never thought you’d start from this angle."

"You’re putting Menchinko into a corner, aren’t you!"

"If he gives in and agrees to sell Siberian Coal Group, will you let him go?"

Wang Ye smiled faintly, "This joint operation is about the issue, not the person. I never intended to do anything to Menchinko; it’s just an opportunity to reorganize the financial industry."

That’s what he said, but if Menchinko doesn’t get the hint and keeps on refusing to give in,

maybe Wang Ye won’t do anything to him, but the people of the joint operation group, as well as the judges, probably won’t let Menchinko off so easily...

Of course, if Menchinko and Constantin can have a smooth talk and quickly reach an acquisition agreement,

then things will be as Wang Ye said, just a restructuring of the disorder in the financial industry, without targeting Menchinko.

By then, Menchinko could present a "scapegoat" to take the blame, MDM Bank could shed some blood and make some sacrifices, and things would pass...

The joint operation group would also achieve their aim of making an example out of someone, and those private banks would think twice before engaging in similar shenanigans in the future!

...

As Menchinko was racing against time to make efforts, Ruan Dayong and the other students studying abroad had already been locked up in a metal cage at the nearby police station.

These foreign students were confined together separately, whereas those involved from the banks were locked in different metal cages.

However, it was odd that the task force simply had them hand over their passports and phones, without interrogating them, maybe the time just hadn’t come yet...

About ten people in a narrow, dim metal cage, everyone was dejected, with two timid girls starting to sob.

Ruan Dayong finally mustered the courage to question his senior, "Senior, why were we arrested? Just now... we didn’t do anything illegal, right? You assured us that it wasn’t illegal."

Because there were special police escorting them all the way, they didn’t dare say a word.

Now that they were in the cage, with no one watching outside, they finally had the opportunity to clear things up.

The senior’s face was pale, still in shock.

Upon hearing Ruan Dayong’s questioning, he wasn’t in the mood to lecture anyone. He sighed deeply, and with a bitter smile said, "This kind of thing is actually quite common. I’ve done it a few times with others before, and it was always safe. It’s just... we’re out of luck!"

Ruan Dayong continued to press, "Will anything happen to us?"

This question was what they all cared about the most, and everyone’s eyes were fixed on the senior’s face.

The senior’s face turned white and then ashen. He was quite proficient in Russian, and by now he had more or less understood what had happened, naturally realizing the seriousness of the issue.

He wanted to reassure everyone, but realizing that he, like the others, couldn’t escape responsibility,

and perhaps as the organizer, he might even bear a heavier consequence, even worse than his juniors...

If the worst outcome occurred, it basically meant that everyone would be deported.

The juniors had only been studying their preparatory course for half a year and even if they were deported, the loss wouldn’t be so great.

But what about himself? He was supposed to graduate next year and had already spent almost five years here!

A lot of money spent, hardships endured, and now not even a diploma in hand...

Thinking of this, he had no mood to beat around the bush with everyone anymore.

With a wry smile and teary eyes, he said, "Prepare yourselves mentally everyone, the situation... might be quite serious. The worst outcome would be... being deported!"

Hearing this, Ruan Dayong and the others were stunned on the spot.

None of them had anticipated that for the sake of earning an extra fifty US dollars, they would now be facing deportation...

......

Menchinko arrived at MTC Group Headquarters about twenty minutes ahead of the scheduled time.

Escorted by a staffer, he was led to Constantin’s temporary office.

Constantin generally wouldn’t come to the MTC headquarters to work, only occasionally for board meetings or shareholder meetings.

He was here this time to deal with some matters, so he temporarily "commandeered" a large office at MTC Group Headquarters.

Seeing Menchinko, Constantin greeted him with a smile, asked him to sit down, and had his assistant bring over two steaming, aromatic cups of coffee.

But Menchinko was in no mood for coffee.

As soon as he sat down, he said eagerly:

"I’ve been thinking about it these past few days, and I feel that selling the Siberian Coal Group might not be out of the question.

After all, I still run businesses in fertilizers, steel, and banking. Spreading myself too thin over such a broad range of business can be problematic.

Since Mr. Constantin, you are interested in Siberian Coal Group, that’s great.

I’d be reassured knowing the company is in your hands."

"That’s the acquisition price, what do you think..."

Now, his tone of voice was completely different from the last time they met.

As for why, both of them were well aware and there was no need to say it outright.

Constantin smiled faintly, calmly picking up his coffee cup and taking a sip. He savored it for a moment before speaking deliberately:

"The Siberian Coal Group is a fine company, otherwise I wouldn’t be interested.

But, you might not be aware that the coal industry will be included under state regulation in the future.

Even a part of the shares will have to be ceded to state-owned assets!

Ah, that’s troublesome..."

Menchinko was getting anxious. If Constantin suddenly lost interest in acquiring the Siberian Coal Group, that would mean big trouble!

Was this old fox just waiting to watch him suffer a major setback, or even wait until his companies were seized by the state before he moved in, snapping them up at rock-bottom prices?

That wasn’t impossible...

After all, similar scenarios had happened frequently over the past decade or so!

Nearly every major oligarch had used such tactics during their rise to power.

Leaning forward, he said urgently:

"Mr. Constantin, I still control the shares of the Siberian Coal Group. If you buy now, it won’t be expensive, and you won’t face any competitors.

If it really comes to that...

You might have to deal with quite a few competitors then. Moreover, you are the current Clan Chief of the Romanov family, the nobility that still exists in our country!

Handling things in a dignified manner is beneficial for the reputation of your family, isn’t it?"

From his words, it was apparent that Menchinko was truly desperate.

He was practically speaking without thinking.

However, it was understandable. If he could successfully sell the Siberian Coal Group to Constantin, there would still be a chance for redemption. He wouldn’t be forced into a corner.

And it had to be fast!

Otherwise, once that so-called joint enforcement team officially opened a case, or it became public knowledge, things would be hard to settle...

Constantin seemed a bit troubled. He pondered for a moment before raising his head and sighing, "Well, since you’re in such a rush to sell and I am a soft-hearted person, then I’ll... reluctantly buy it. But the price...

Menchinko was overjoyed. Right now, he couldn’t care less about anything else.

As long as he could get rid of the troubles, even if it meant giving away the Siberian Coal Group for free, he would grit his teeth and agree!

"You name it, the price is negotiable!" he said hastily.

Constantin thought for a while and then stretched out two fingers.

"Two hundred million US dollars?" Menchinko asked tentatively, his heart wrenching!

He felt like slapping himself!

Now that Constantin was only offering two hundred million dollars, it was practically a robbery!

Why hadn’t he just agreed when he offered thirty billion dollars last time?

But there was no choice, not just two hundred million dollars, even twenty million, two million, or even two rubles!

He would have to agree...

Constantin smiled and shook his head. "No, no, no, it’s two billion US dollars! You’re happy with that price, aren’t you?"

Menchinko was stunned, speechless for a long time.

Two billion US dollars...

That was much higher than he had expected!

Compared to the funds and energy he had invested over the years, he was still at a considerable loss with two billion US dollars.

But that was before today!

After the events of the morning, to be able to sell the Siberian Coal Group for two billion dollars was like picking up a huge sum of money for free!

Why was Constantin so "generous," giving him two billion dollars when he could have taken it for nothing?

It was simply...

Simply the act of a great philanthropist!