Chapter 124: A Warning from Siberia (Part 1)

The name Siberia is familiar to most Chinese people, because whenever it gets cold in winter, the weather forecast will definitely mention the name Siberia. In fact, it is a vast region in northern Asia, covering an area that is even larger than the entire landmass of China. 

Although Zhou Ming had heard the name Siberia a thousand times, this was his first time visiting the place. When he first came to Northern Russia, he had left from the port city, which had not yet returned at the time, so the flight route to Northern Russia had to be diverted to Western Asia.

Consul Irbedov and Zhang Hui were the first to step off the plane, followed by Zhou Ming and Du Peng and Su Han. They were greeted by someone they knew, Sergeyevsky.

Sergeyevsky was not alone in greeting him. Beside him was a fat man with glasses. Zhou Ming had seen his photo before and knew that he was Sergeyevsky's collaborator Domer. Behind him were several bodyguards in black suits. An extended Cadillac limousine and three accompanying cars also drove into the airport and stopped behind them.

When dealing with Yugens, Zhou Ming had Irbedov and Sergeyevsky come over to take charge of the operation. Irbedov started a run on the Siberian Bank by attacking its finances, while Sergeyevsky contacted other members of the Vladimir family and took the opportunity to acquire shares in the Siberian Oil Company. After moving to Yugens, he let go of the railway and let Zhou Ming's train transport goods to Krisko via the long Siberian Railway.

This was Zhou Ming's complete plan, but then the situation in Krsk changed. After the deal to buy 2.3 billion new rubles for 100 million US dollars came out, Irbitov hurried back to Krsk, leaving Sergeyevsky in Siberia.

After all, Sergeyevsky started out in the petrochemical industry, and Siberia is an increasingly important oil producing area in northern Russia. How could he not pay more attention to this side?

Now that I heard that Zhou Ming had acquired several new oilfields worth 1.2 billion, as someone determined to become a Northern Russian oil tycoon, Sergeyevsky of course became excited and naturally came to greet Zhou Ming and the others in the grandest manner.

He introduced Zhou Ming and Domer to each other. Zhou Ming shook Domer's hand and said politely, 'This Siberia is truly a place of extreme cold, on a par with the Antarctic. It is much colder than Krisko, and it is not easy for Mr Domer here!'

In fact, Zhou Ming's words were not entirely polite, and it was indeed very cold here, because it was now the crisp autumn weather in Krisko, but here in Siberia, it felt cold even when wearing just a single autumnal garment.

'Mr. Zhou Ming seems to know a lot about Siberia. Here, it usually starts snowing around October and enters the long, cold winter. However, the climate has been a bit abnormal recently, and winter may begin in the middle of the month or even earlier. But please don't worry, Mr. Zhou Ming. I have already prepared winter clothes for you and everyone else, because the winters here are particularly long, and we are always prepared for winter.'

Domer, speaking with a semi-fluent Chinese accent, said to Zhou Ming, 'Since Siberia is close to China, the biggest transnational trading partner for businessmen here can only be China, so many businessmen here learn to speak a little Chinese, and so does this Domer, as you can see.'

Zhou Ming had only mentioned the climate of Siberia in passing. After all, most Chinese people think of the extremely cold climate here first when they mention Siberia. Of course, Zhou Ming did feel a slight chill when he got off the plane, but he didn't expect it to start snowing in less than a month.

It's only September. In this cold weather, I'm afraid even the coldest place in China, the northeast, can't compare.

It seems that Siberia, which can affect the whole country, really lives up to its name!

Zhou Ming silently sighed in his heart, then got into the car with Domer. Zhou Ming first asked about the situation of the oil company here. Sergeyevsky told Zhou Ming that the Vladimir family was currently divided.

'That bastard Eugene, all his actions are for his own selfish interests. I can't let him destroy the Vladimir family, but unfortunately he controls most of the family's shares. I really want to help Mr. Zhou Ming and everyone, but I'm still a bit overwhelmed!'

Domer sighed heavily at the end of his words, and Zhou Ming patted him on the shoulder and said to him, 'Don't worry, you are our friend, and we will definitely help our friends!'

'That's right, friend, Eugens is our common enemy. For the sake of our friendship, I think we need to drink a toast!'

Domel said excitedly to Zhou Ming. He reached over to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine and glasses, but as soon as he opened the wine and was about to pour it, the car suddenly hit the brakes hard. Domel was caught off guard and his body swayed violently, spilling the wine all over himself. It was lucky that the chauffeur of the limousine had a good sense of speed, otherwise, if it had been a normal driver, I'm afraid half a bottle of wine would have been spilled.

'My suit!' Domer immediately yelled, swearing as he wiped the wine that had spilled onto his clothes with a handkerchief. 'Did this driver drink too much today? I'm going to go kick his ass!'

Domer got out of the car first. Zhou Ming and Irbedov exchanged glances, and they both saw doubt in each other's eyes, because generally speaking, the drivers who can drive a limousine must be very good drivers. They can control the speed very well, and it is generally impossible for such sudden braking to occur. Could it be that there has been an accident up ahead?

With this thought in mind, Zhou Ming and the others got out of the car and were shocked. Just in front of them, a heavy truck had directly hit the car leading the way, and the car had been deformed.

What happened?

This was the first reaction in everyone's mind at this time. The chauffeur of the limousine got out of the car, panicked, and hurried back to report to Domel, saying, 'We just drove to this intersection, and suddenly this truck came out at high speed and hit the car in front, knocking it into the air. I don't know what happened!'

Upon hearing the driver's words, Domel frowned at once. It was not impossible to say that this was an ordinary traffic accident, but he always felt that this matter was not that simple.

At this time, the door of the heavy truck over there was opened, and a young man from northern Russia wearing a vest with a ring through his lower lip got out of the car. He was holding an AK in his hand, which made Domel nervous all of a sudden. The bodyguards in the car behind him also hurriedly ran over and stood in front of Zhou Ming and Domel, and pulled out their pistols and pointed them at the young man.

However, these bodyguards only dared to nervously point their guns at the young man, because as the young man got out of the car, more than a dozen cars surrounded him, and more than 30 people, either carrying machetes, clubs, crossbows or guns, got out of the cars and surrounded him arrogantly.

'Who are you people? I'm from the Vladimir family. Do you know the consequences if you dare to stop my car here? Hurry up and tell your boss to come out and talk!'

Domer stood behind the bodyguards and shouted at the people, even though it was obvious that this was a premeditated plan. However, Domer still believed that his family was the number one family in Siberia, and no matter who it was, they would have to think twice. More importantly, he had already thought of someone.

As Domel's words fell, a young man with a crew cut and a thick gold chain around his neck walked out. He was smoking a cigar and looked at Domel disdainfully, saying, 'I know you're from the Vladimir family, but I know even better that you're a traitor to the Vladimir family. I think it should be a very happy thing for me to kill you here today, shouldn't it?'

Domel narrowed his eyes: 'I know you. It was Eugene who told you to come here, wasn't it?'

The plane-headed man clapped his hands and said, 'Mr Domel really has a good memory. Today it was indeed Mr Eugene who told me to come here, but he only asked me to give you and Mr Zhou Ming a message. Unfortunately, if I were to say it, just crashing your broken car later would be the end of it.'

Domer trembled with anger. He wanted to say something, but at that moment Zhou Ming walked up to him and said, 'Mr. Domer, don't worry, let's ask him what Eugens wanted to say to us.'

Domer was not stupid, and he understood that this was not the time to act on impulse. So he took a deep breath to calm his anger, and finally asked the flat-headed man, 'Go on, what did Eugens want to say?'

'Unfortunately, Mr. Yujing said to you that you are a traitor, that you don't deserve to carry the Vladimir family blood, and that one day he will drain the filthiest blood in your body,' the bald guy mocked.

'You're full of shit! One day it will be him, the Vladimir family bastard, who will have his blood drained!' Domel angrily said.

The plane-headed man laughed. He didn't respond to Domer's words and then asked, 'Which one is Mr. Zhou Ming from China?'

Zhou Ming had already guessed this situation, so he immediately stood up. The plane-headed man said again, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, Mr. Eugens asked me to give you some advice. He told you to leave here before the first day of snowfall, and especially not to get any ideas about the oil field, otherwise he doesn't mind having one more ice sculpture in the Siberian forest. He also wants to remind you that this is not Clichy, this is his Siberia!'

Zhou Ming laughed after hearing the plane's words: 'Mr. Domel, it seems that Mr. Eugens is trying to give us a hard time.'

Domel's face was embarrassed, he had no idea what to say, but Zhou Ming didn't need him to say anything, he just asked him to translate his words for the plane's head to hear. After all, Katerina was a lady, and it was never good to let her shout like that.

'Since Mr. Eugens thinks so highly of me, I will return the favour and give Mr. Eugens some advice,' said Ming. 'I think Mr. Eugens needs to see a psychiatrist, otherwise living in a world of delusions all the time will make him depressed.'