Chapter 117： :exchange rate

All Robert has to do is turn this billion rubles into dollars!

According to the official listing, 15 rubles are equal to 1 US dollar!

The official listing of one billion rubles is only more than 60 million!

However, Soviet banks would definitely not allow capital to flow out, so they could only launder money on the black market. Around 1978, the price on the black market was about 20 rubles to one dollar, and in 1991 it was about 40 to 70 rubles to one dollar.

In other words, Robert’s money can only be exchanged for 25 million U.S. dollars at most, and the money that Gao Jianjun grabbed can only get 750,000 U.S. dollars in the black market. According to the exchange rate of 100 U.S. dollars = 523.33 RMB, it is about 3.75 million RMB!

Also a huge sum of money.

Sure enough, the most profitable thing is written in the criminal law. (Be sure to follow the right path! For the sake of family and happiness, you must not think wildly, and the dog's head will save your life.)

Kamenev did not delay the money.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the money will arrive in the account.

Robert went to the lobby downstairs and called Tang Dao on his landline.

"Boss, I got the things." He moved his body half a circle, leaned his elbows on the table, and rolled a commemorative coin of the Defense of Moscow on his right finger. The old woman in the Soviet military uniform is selling this medal. I heard from her that her husband passed away three years ago. This medal is his favorite. It was originally intended as a souvenir, but now... I have no money, so I want to come out. This sold.

It was bought by Robert for $500.

maybe this guy...

The holy whore's heart is overflowing.

"I'll give you a call, contact him, and ask him for help." Tang Dao's tone was light, and he reported a series of numbers. Robert read it silently several times and wrote it down. Felix called 1 million US dollars and asked him to recruit some capable lawyers to form a team of lawyers and find a place to use as an office."

This is what Tang Dao had thought about long ago.

Those who do business may be sued one day, and a lawyer team is indispensable.

"Understood." After Robert answered, he hung up the phone. Looking back, he saw the front desk staff looking at him with longing in his eyes. Robert raised his eyebrows and took out an Andrew Jackson ( 20 dollars), he thought the other party wanted a tip, but who knew, the other party shook his head, leaned forward, and said in English, "Sir, I heard you want a lawyer?"

He is nervous! He even held onto the edge of the front desk tightly.

Robert was silent, frowning, the other party overheard him?

Seeing his unhappy face, the man panicked and quickly waved his hands, "Sir, I... I didn't mean it, I just wanted to say, can you give me a chance, I am also a lawyer, I graduated from the Moscow Law School , I am well versed in Western law, I have worked as a lawyer in Western institutions."

lawyer…

Do the front desk now?

Robert was very surprised, but it was just a moment, because nothing was impossible in the Soviet Union in the 1990s. The chief designer of the Miri Design Bureau once set up a street stall. Only those who have experienced bankruptcy know what is truly sad, because, in Under the tide, you even have the chance to resist, and you have no choice but to wait for death.

"Give me a chance sir, please give me a chance." The other party started to cry.

He wants to live!

The bear in the Soviet Union was about to die, and he didn't want to be buried with him. Why did he study? Not just for money! In order to live better in the future, but now? Instead, it seems like an empty ideal, full of Platonic deceit.

Seeing this, the employee not far from Robert thought he was in some danger, so he leaned over. He couldn't help but put his hand into his suit with fierce eyes. The former put his hand behind his back, stretched out his finger, and shook After a while, the two employees stopped and slowly lowered their hands.

Robert glanced at the name tag on the opponent's chest.

"Vissarion Grigorievich Belinsky!"

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't think you are very suitable for our business." Robert still refused.

Vessarion hurriedly said, "I know, but, I just want to live! No matter what you do, as long as you can get me out of Moscow, I don't want to be here anymore, please."

"Are you brave?" asked Robert suddenly.

Visarion was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Big."

"Did you see the car at the entrance of the hotel? Smash the glass on it for me, and beat up the people inside, and I'll take you with you." Robert lay on the front desk, his left thumb pointing upwards. A little behind, and said in a low voice, the latter raised his head, and sure enough, a black medium-sized car was heard outside, and a few people's heads could be seen inside, gritting their teeth, and picked up a bottle of wine from under the cabinet and gurgled. After taking a few bites, he threw the clothes on the table, picked up an armchair from the table, roared at the surprised eyes of the customers in the living room, went out, and smashed it on the windshield!

Suddenly, cracks criss-crossed slowly on the glass.

Still dissatisfied, Visarion jumped on the hood, kicked his heels against the glass, and then jumped on the roof again, bouncing and bouncing.

Four big men ran out of the car in an instant, trying to pull him down, but Vessarion seemed to be slippery, as if he was going too far. He stretched out his **** and provoked everywhere. This ability to pull hatred is not small .

Robert watched lively inside, hooked his tongue under his gums, set his watch, and looked deeply at the guy who got out of the car.

Those four people stared at him for several days.

Do you really think he doesn't know? And at this moment, one of them swore at him and walked towards the bathroom next to the living room, and even took a peek at Robert.

Robert winked at the two employees, who nodded slightly and followed in casually.

The man was washing his hands inside. When he saw the two employees coming in, he frowned, the corner of his right eye twitched slightly, and his heart skipped a beat, but he kept calm and rubbed his little finger. The employees occupied the left and right sinks. Quiet.

The former took a deep breath, shook his hand, turned around and left. At this moment, the employee on the left strangled him from behind and covered his mouth. Stomach, whining, screaming.

The two employees dragged him into the pit, locked the door, and punched and kicked him, trying to force something out of him.

This guy just doesn't gnaw, his bones are hard, but the people in the company are all kind people like Tang Dao, of course they don't advocate violence. What they just did is just an illusion. They just press the button to flush the water, and then put the His head was in the pit.

"Sir, wash your face, do you think you remember anything?"

"Woo woo woo..."

…

Robert looked at his watch, and the drama outside was finally over. Vissarion was pressed to the ground and beat up violently. His nose was bruised and his face was bruised. In the end, the hotel manager rushed over to help him out, but this must be faced with high stakes. For the compensation, Vessarion covered his face, full of pain.

At this moment, two employees trotted over, and one of them whispered a few words in his ear.

"Are you sure?" Robert asked, frowning.

"Sure."

Damn it!

These people turned out to be members of a local gang in Moscow? !

I don't seem to remember any intersection with them, do I?

Robert frowned, thought for a while, put down his sleeves, put them in his pockets and walked towards Visarion, pushed away the manager who was cursing in Russian, pointed at the smashed car, "How much is this car? "

It was abrupt and straightforward.

The remaining three looked at each other, and a man with an East Asian face said, "30,000 rubles!"

This is completely the lion's mouth, thirty thousand rubles? He could buy a tank in Moscow, but he still asked the employee to go to the room to get the money, and threw the whole bag at the other party's feet, "I bought this car, so there is so much nonsense to talk about." Then he turned to Vessarion and said, "Keep smashing! Smash him clean for me."

Vissarion flushed.

He heard that a lot of local tyrants in Russia used RPGs to bomb sports cars, but that was after all, and now there is a person who bought a car for 30,000 rubles just to smash it. I have never seen this kind of "local tyrant" style.

"Come here if you have anything to do. Don't do anything sneaky. I know who you are. If you want to know who I am, just ask directly. But I advise you not to be too curious. Curiosity kills the cat." Robert Walking up to them, he took out chewing gum from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and said with a comfortable smile, squinting his eyes.

The man with an East Asian face froze for a moment, as if thinking of something, he looked left and right, and his heart skipped a beat. He had just taken two steps forward when the employee stood in front of Robert, revealing a pistol faintly.

"Vissarion, let's go instead. Next time, I'll let you find out what a tank is." Robert laughed, and when he turned around, his face retracted, which was very ugly. He didn't want to have any grudges with the local gangs in Moscow, because They are notoriously bold and notorious.

They are currently mainly smuggling cars. I heard that the Mercedes-Benz of the Berlin police chief was lost and was found in Moscow four months later.

It's just that in the 1980s, they were still suppressed, and they didn't dare to say anything. Now since the beginning of 1991, their crime rate has been rising steadily, and they have gradually changed from seeking money to a stage of violence.

His only thought now is to get things right and leave.

…

"Where's Coolidge?" the East Asian man asked.

"He said he was going to the bathroom One of them said, the three of them looked at each other with ugly faces, and then ran towards the toilet. Coolidge of the dog.

Immediately furious!

In this generation, when have they been beaten like this before, they will rush forward to fight.

"Take Coolidge, go back and tell the boss, this idea is strong."

"Torov!" Someone shouted in dissatisfaction.

The East Asian man frowned, "Listen to me!" The voice raised, although the few people were upset, they could only grit their teeth and set up Kuliqi to go out.

It's just the body, why does it smell a little bit?

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