Fang Chen looked at Chen Mingyong and Yelena again, and said slowly: "What do you two think, can the bank stop?"

Chen Mingyong and Yelena looked at each other, a bit in a dilemma. They could see that Fang Chen had summoned them here for one purpose. The situation was too chaotic, and they would rather close the shop and not make any money than to avoid any trouble.

This is of course reasonable. They themselves have heard a lot about it. Recently, they took advantage of the chaos and looted and smashed shops. Even two banks were robbed.

When the situation becomes chaotic, it is inevitable for someone to fish in troubled waters and stir up trouble.

But they really feel that the bank should not close down.

Glancing at Yelena, Chen Mingyong mustered up the courage to say: "Mr. Fang, I think it's better for the bank not to close down. It's not that we care about how many deposits it can absorb during this period. It's just that closing down will not be good for the bank's reputation."

Seeing that Fang Chen had no reaction, Chen Mingyong's heart dropped halfway, and he continued: "If under the propaganda of a thoughtful person, people would still think that Hua Xia Bank was making money and running away, or even triggering a run, it would not be impossible. This is no matter for the bank."

That said, it is still a huge disadvantage for you."

Fang Chen pondered for a moment, he did not expect this.

Although these small tricks will definitely not do anything to Hua Xia Bank, it has to be said that these small tricks are like flies. They can't kill people but disgust them to death. He spent 100,000 rubles to finally win over the people of Moscow.

You can't just waste your reputation like this.

"Otherwise, Zongyuan and the others won't go home yet?" Wang Wu suddenly interrupted.

Although he has never cared about business matters and it is not under his control, Zongyuan and the others are all his comrades in arms after all, and he took people on the earliest train lines. He feels that he has responsibilities and obligations.

And it’s also appropriate to mention this matter.

Sure enough, Fang Chen didn't scold him this time. This was indeed a solution. If something happened, who would count on the bank security guards with batons?

That's a joke.

People like Zongyuan are much more reliable.

"Some of the people who smuggle cars can also be transferred," Berezovsky said.

Zongyuan and the others hold one part of the armed force in Fang Chen's hands, and another part in his hands. Even the part in his hands has grown and developed over the past few days, and its scale is three times that of Zongyuan and the others.

There is no way, there are thousands of cars parked in the warehouse, worth tens of millions of rubles, and there are not enough guards.

The most important thing is that the smuggling business is inherently easy to be hacked. Fang Chen even used Kadankov's relationship to equip Berezovsky's men with light machine guns and rocket launchers.

Fang Chen nodded, this is also a solution. Anyway, the line of smuggling cars has stopped, and these people can be extracted.

"Well, let's ask Zongyuan and the others. Whoever wants to stay can stay, and those who are not enough will be compensated by Berezovsky." Fang Chen said slowly.

Everyone nodded in unison.

Then all of a sudden everyone fell silent, and the atmosphere in the conference room almost solidified.

Normally, next is the dinner time for each regular meeting, and everyone should be very happy, because every time they can eat and drink some relatively rare and expensive things.

In this regard, Fang Chen can be said to be unstinting towards people like them.

The special caviar mixed with large white sturgeon and 22k gold, two-headed abalone, white truffles, snow clams, and the 1977 Romanée-Conti have all been eaten and drank.

A trace of self-deprecating smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Fang Chen's mouth. In the face of this great era, no one can be spared. They are all swept up by the tide of the times, walking forward involuntarily, or being crushed to pieces or being crushed.

Completely engulfed.

"Okay, don't think too much. We should believe in Mr. Yeltsin! I believe that the Russian people will make the right choice! I believe that freedom and democracy will come to Russia!" Fang Chen said suddenly and passionately.

"May God bless Russia!" Berezovsky suddenly shouted!

"May God bless Russia!"

The eyes of other people gradually lit up, God will definitely bless Russia!

Fang Chen's eyes suddenly met with Ma Yun's, and the two couldn't help but smile at each other, both able to understand the meaning in each other's eyes.

Ma Yun also doesn't believe that God can bless Russia. Even if God does bless Russia, he is not very optimistic about Russia's future because he doesn't think those Western countries really want to help Russia.

Although Russia is also white, historically speaking, Russians are so incompatible with mainstream white people, such as Anglos, Germans, and French, that they are even hostile to each other.

The Russians are descendants of the Slavs. The Slavs were actually a group of barbarians wandering across the continent of Europe. They only established a country in the sixth century AD.

Moreover, because of the warlikeness of the Slavs and their extreme greed for land, relations with neighboring countries have always been very tense. Especially after the establishment of the Soviet Union, it was a constant threat to the entire Western European countries.

No one likes to have a strong man at their doorstep who could kill you at any time.

In terms of religious beliefs, mainstream Western countries believe in Catholicism and Protestantism, while Russia believes in Orthodox Christianity. This is a huge problem.

After appeasing everyone, the atmosphere in the conference room became warm again, and everyone walked towards the restaurant talking and laughing.

They also wanted to understand that they could not stop these things. They could only talk about personnel matters and obey fate. If you are drunk today, you will be drunk tomorrow. It doesn’t matter whether the king’s flag will change on the city wall tomorrow.

Except for Berezovsky and Yelena, Fang Chen and the others are not even qualified to vote, so it will be their turn to worry about who becomes president.

It seems that he really let go. Except for Fang Chen who got a little drunk and used the excuse that drinking would damage his brain and he still needs to develop, he stopped completely. Others can say that they were drunk and drunk.

Fang Chen had no choice but to ask Wu Maocai to call the waiter over, move these drunkards back to their own rooms, and also open a room for Yelena. It looked like Yelena couldn't go back.

Then Fang Chen asked Wu Maocai to inform Luzhkov, but Luzhkov was just thinking nonsense.

Every time, when he and Yelena came a little closer, Luzhkov looked at him and his face looked wrong.

This made Fang Chen really dumbfounded. Not to mention that he and Yelena had nothing to do with each other. Could it be that Luzhkov couldn't see the age gap between him and Yelena. Yelena was only five or six years younger than Liu Xiuying, and she was almost ready to be his mother.

It is precisely because of this that Yelena would give him a hug or cry in her arms at every turn.

A few days later, as expected by Fang Chen, Moscow became even more chaotic.

Supporters of several presidential candidates can be said to be fighting each other to a pulp.

There were not a few people who performed all-out martial arts with fists and kicks, and even Fang Chen could hear and see it every day, the sound of gunshots and the light of fire rising into the sky at night.

In the evening, Fang Chen was holding a box of lychees, watching TV and eating them with relish.

Suddenly, Luzhkov burst in with a frosty look on his face.

Fang Chen frowned slightly, feeling something bad in his heart.
Chapter completed!