fictionpage 53. Caught red-handed!
53. Caught red-handed!
Zhang Renyong specifically called Li Xiang to ask him to help take care of his "eldest niece".
Hongxing Factory is just an old state-owned enterprise, there's nothing fun about it. Zhang Baizhi suggested that he wanted to visit various attractions in St. Petersburg, and insisted that Li Xiang accompany him.
Catherine Palace.
Zhang Baizhi asked seemingly casually, "My dad said you're a shareholder of VKontakte?"
"I own a small share."
Li Xiang's system is powered by his body, which allows him to eat whatever he wants without gaining weight and has an exceptionally low body fat percentage.
He's tall and thin, dressed in clothes, and looks quite frail. Plus, he has fair skin, so he looks like a South Korean oppa.
Lifting his shirt reveals clearly defined muscles; they're not the result of exercise, but rather from being thin.
Zhang Baizhi smiled slightly awkwardly and said, "I have a friend who works in investment banking and is interested in VKontakte. Do you need funding?"
"So that's why you were so enthusiastic towards me, you had ulterior motives."
Li Xiang glanced at Zhang Baizhi's basic information. There was no indication of whether he was married or unmarried. Based on his impression from his previous life... he should be married, but he didn't ask.
After making a joke, he quickly got back to the main topic.
"The founder of VKontakte is Pavel Durov. He makes all the decisions in the company. I'll send you his contact information later."
"However, don't get your hopes up too high. As far as I know, VKontakte doesn't have any fundraising plans at the moment."
Zhang Baizhi bit his lip and said, "Can you give me your contact information now? They're waiting."
"Okay, I'll send it to you via text message."
Before Li Xiang could even send the text message, Zhang Baizhi's phone rang.
"Hold on."
Upon seeing the caller ID, Zhang Baizhi was overjoyed and ran to the side to answer the phone.
He couldn't hear it from a distance, and Li Xiang didn't want to listen, so he deliberately walked further away.
About five minutes later, Zhang Baizhi walked over dejectedly and sighed, "Now I have time. I can stay in Russia and have some fun."
"Are you unhappy?" Li Xiang didn't ask about the content of the call, feeling it would be impolite.
"Happy." Zhang Baizhi grinned deliberately.
The caller was Nicholas Tse, informing Cecilia Cheung that his trip to the Philippines was canceled. The reason given was his "10th Anniversary Concert Tour," and that Mani Fok had arranged a lot of work for him, making him very busy recently.
Although the core reason wasn't stated, it wasn't a lie either: the concert was originally only scheduled for seven shows, but Yinghuang added two more shows at the last minute, in Singapore and Malaysia.
Keeping Nicholas Tse busy is a way of giving China Star an explanation.
Li Xiang gestured and told Zhang Baizhi that the text message had been sent.
"I'm giving you Durov's contact information as a favor. Even if you don't get anything out of your friend, you'll still gain a good relationship."
"In exchange for something of equal value, shouldn't you do me a favor too?"
"Want to ask me out for dinner?" Zhang Baizhi pouted.
Meals can be provided.
"what?"
Li Xiang said with a shameless grin, "What's so interesting about these tourist attractions? You can just look at pictures online. I'll take you to visit various universities in Russia."
"If a celebrity comes to a school, you can help me promote my products and, incidentally, increase your international fame as well."
"A commercial performance?" Zhang Baizhi said with a wry smile. "It's so humiliating. I'm such a pretty girl standing in front of you, and you actually expect me to be your laborer."
"I know my place, and besides, Yong-ge and I are brothers, so you have to call me uncle."
"Who are you taking advantage of?" Zhang Baizhi asked, reaching out his hand. "Give me your wallet."
"What are you doing?" Li Xiang took out his wallet and handed it to Zhang Baizhi.
Zhang Baizhi took out the driver's license, checked Li Xiang's birth date, put it back, and returned the wallet to Li Xiang, saying, "She's younger than me, so call her 'sister' from now on."
"My eldest niece."
"You're asking for a beating!"
Zhang Baizhi had imagined Li Xiang to be a scion of a wealthy Hong Kong family, someone who seemed arrogant and aloof. However, he turned out to be quite different and actually quite easy to get along with.
"Little brother, my dad told me that Youlemei (a milk tea brand) is yours. What does your family do?"
"Open a garment factory in mainland China."
"Fine, don't say if you don't want to."
Although U-Love-Me is just a shell company using a fake name, those who can casually throw millions of yuan into their children's business ventures in mainland China must be well-known and influential.
Zhang Baizhi rose from the bottom, and she knew very well how beneficial it would be to her development to climb onto such a resource.
His surname is Li. Whose house is this?
Previously, it was Brother Yong who didn't want his daughter to leave, but now Zhang Baizhi himself doesn't want to leave.
As Li Xiang and Zhang Baizhi were chatting, they suddenly stopped and froze. His screen was scrolling, and the [Host List] was filled with a bunch of newly added names.
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Three hours later.
Zhang Baizhi stood in front of the Pushkin District Police Station and called his father.
"I'm in front of the police station right now. I'm terrified. It's like something out of a police movie. My car was driving on the road when seven or eight police cars came from the front and back and surrounded us."
"I'm fine, no one's making things difficult for me. My information is on Google, and a photo comparison proves my identity. But your brother is in serious trouble."
Although Zhang Baizhi was speaking Cantonese, which no one around him could understand, he still subconsciously lowered his voice and covered his mouth with his hand.
"Do you know what American biker gangs are like? They're as strong as bears, covered in tattoos on their faces and bodies, riding Harley-Davidson motorcycles. Just from what I've personally witnessed, eleven of them have already been run over."
"He's clearly connected to the local gangs. No wonder you two get along so well; you're in cahoots. Me, bail him out? This is Russia!"
"At his age, the money must come from his family. Do you know what his family does? They have connections with gangs, they spend lavishly, and they're very secretive about their family background. The more I think about it, the more creepy it gets."
"Another police car is coming, this time it's a woman!"
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trial room.
"Galina, several of the people you contacted have already confessed about you. We've also sent people to secure their testimonies from the shops where they exchanged currency privately."
"We've found the rubles, and we've also found the US dollars we exchanged."
"You've been caught red-handed this time, with witnesses and physical evidence, and the chain of evidence is complete. Even if you don't say anything and give no confession, we can still convict you."
"Now is your chance to save yourself. Tell me, where did the money come from?"
The seasoned veteran Victor didn't come out to interrogate personally; he hid behind a one-way mirror.
Assume that Li Xiang and the Tambov gang are drug cartel allies.
Galina's role as the liaison between the two groups suggests she holds a high position within the gang; it's best to avoid showing her face if possible. Getting shot in the back would be a truly unjust death.
"I don't know," Galina said, her eyes vacant.
"Even if you don't tell us, we know where the money came from. Li Xiang gave it to you, didn't he? He's been arrested too. You're tight-lipped; if you don't betray him, he might be betraying you right now next door."
"He's the principal offender, and you're an accomplice. If you actively cooperate and report him, we can help you get a suspended sentence so you don't have to go to jail. Is it worth it for you to fight to the bitter end for him?"
After the interrogator finished speaking, Victor coughed lightly and reminded him through his earpiece, "This is considered leading a confession. Be careful."
The interrogator was so angry he wanted to yell, "Who the hell are you on?!"