After a few words of comfort, Fang Chen said that he would have a good talk with Luzhkov tomorrow, and Yelena's expression relaxed a little.

But to be honest, Fang Chen really has no intention of getting involved in these political disputes in Russia. After all, he is a businessman, and he can only be a businessman.

But there was no way, because he and Luzhkov were both grasshoppers tied to the same rope. It would be unrealistic to say that they didn't care at all.

Moreover, you must know that under the leadership of Luzhkov, Moscow's economy has developed rapidly and its position in Russia has become higher and higher. At its peak, one out of every three dollars in Russian tax revenue came from Moscow.

The number of billionaires in Moscow even surpasses that of New York and London, making it the city with the largest number of billionaires in the world.

This is also an important reason why Luzhkov, a mere mayor, can become the third most powerful person in Russia. Even in the post-Yeltsin era, Luzhkov directly threatened Yeltsin's status. As a last resort, Yeltsin could only promise Luzhkov to be the deputy core of the team.

People often appear in public together.

Of course, if Luzhkov had not stated early that he would not run for president, Luzhkov would not have been able to sit as mayor of Moscow for eighteen years. Fang Chen never underestimated Yeltsin in this regard.

Seeing Fang Chen comforting Elena, Berezovsky said with a smile: "Boss, are we going to give you a gift?"

Gift?

Fang Chen's eyes flashed with surprise. He had never heard of any gifts.

He glanced at everyone and saw a trace of evil smile on everyone's face. Even Yelena rubbed her eyes and smiled. Fang Chen instantly knew that these people were not lying to him and that they really had gifts.

thing.

"Actually, it doesn't count as a gift from us. After all, it's your money that was spent. They gave us the things because of your face. We can only say that we are borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha." Ma Yun said with a smile.

It was okay if Ma Yun didn't explain it. Once he explained it, Fang Chen instantly felt like he was surrounded by clouds and mountains, and the more he listened, the more confused he became.

"Okay, you won't tell me, and I won't ask, but I really don't know from whom you learned this trick of showing off." Fang Chen lay on the seat and said lazily.

Judging from the expressions of these four people, it was obvious that they were planning to fight to the end, not to look back until they hit the south wall, and not to give up until they saw the Yellow River. And he didn't bother to ask, since the mystery would eventually be revealed anyway.

"I learned from you." The four people said in unison.

After saying that, the four people burst into laughter. Yelena even burst into tears from laughter, but she didn't know whether the tears just came out or were brewed when she talked about Luzhkov.

Fang Chen was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, but he was helpless. After all, he seemed to have learned this from him.

The motorcade drove slowly towards the Moscow Hotel, but as soon as he got off the car, Fang Chen was stunned.

In front of the majestic entrance of the Moscow Grand Hotel, thousands of hotel staff, front desk, doormen, cleaning, security, chefs, and management staff were neatly lined up at the hotel's entrance, as if they were waiting.

The soldiers who were reviewing were the same, and a red carpet was rolled out directly from the car door into the hotel lobby.

"What does this mean? Why is there such a big battle?" Fang Chen turned his head and looked at the four of them suspiciously.

The four people immediately laughed together again, letting out all kinds of proud laughter.

Seeing Fang Chen's face getting darker and darker, Berezovsky quickly put away the smile on his face, then pointed at the Moscow Grand Hotel and said proudly: "From now on, you are the owner of the Moscow Grand Hotel!"

Fang Chen couldn't help but be stunned. He actually didn't expect that the gift the four of them pointed out was to buy him the Moscow Grand Hotel.

"Director Chubais knew that you were coming today, so he auctioned the Moscow Grand Hotel to us yesterday for 1.2 billion rubles," Chen Mingyong said.

As soon as these words came out, Fang Chen immediately understood the connection. Chubais was reciprocating the favor. It was even a benefit paid to him in advance, but it also showed that the things they wanted from him were not too small.

But no matter what, he got a big bargain. It sounds like 1.2 billion rubles is a lot, but now the exchange rate between the ruble and the US dollar has fallen. One thousand rubles to one US dollar, 1.2 billion rubles, which is equivalent to

1.2 million U.S. dollars, just over 6 million Chinese coins.

It’s really impossible to spend more than six million Chinese dollars to buy such a building, which is fifteen stories high and has nearly 200 business suite or above rooms. It has an ancient history and has been the most luxurious hotel in the Soviet Union since the day it was built.

Suffer a loss and be fooled if you can't buy.

Moreover, the price is still calculated in rubles. With the way the ruble is falling, if Fang Chen delays the payment until next year, it may become two thousand rubles to one dollar.

After all, it is completely normal for a large-scale transaction like this to take a year or two to be completed, and no one can find fault with it.

The most important thing is that Chubais is now willing to put the Moscow Hotel up for auction, which is a very kind move in itself.

"However, the price of 1.2 billion rubles is really too low." Fang Chen sighed.

He is really not just being good after getting an advantage. He still needs to maintain his reputation as a good person in Russia, and he has really passed the era of insisting on poaching corners of the Soviet Union.

The first pot of gold can be dark, but the rest should be as clean as possible. This is why Huang Hongnian was so happy to resell Russian assets, but he had no intention of participating.

His feathers are more important than millions of dollars.

"Actually, it's not low. After all, the highest bidder in the auction will win. We bid the highest. This Moscow Hotel should be ours. I just want to say that everyone knows that the Moscow Hotel is what you want. How do you mean it? Call me two

You just have to speak up, there’s no need to argue." Ma Yun said matter-of-factly.

Hearing this, Fang Chen glanced at Ma Yun, and he found that the old man's heart was getting darker and darker. Such a secret operation was actually said so fresh and refined.

Really, with such a shameless spirit, he used to sell fake goods in the early days. If Lao Ma had no idea about it, it would really kill him. He wouldn’t believe it.

But the more Fang Chen looks at the splendid, magnificent and dazzling Moscow Hotel in front of him, the happier he feels.

It’s not just because of the value of the Grand Moscow Hotel itself, but because of the sentiment.

He once calculated that since his rebirth, the Moscow Hotel where he stayed the longest was the Moscow Hotel, followed by the apartment in Xiangshan. As for his serious home, he really didn’t live there for long. Carefully,

After all, I'm afraid it won't even last three months.

But to be honest, he really doesn't miss a home where it rains heavily outside and drizzles inside, where the feet of the house are covered with greasy moss, and where small animals like beetles visit from time to time.

Even when I think about it now, it's full of malice.

Now that the Moscow Grand Hotel is officially under his name, it means that this place is his territory. How could he be unhappy? Buying a house has probably been implanted in the bone marrow of the Chinese people.

But Fang Chen did not review the cleaning and security guards in the end, and he felt so ashamed.

Ever since he was a child, he felt that every time he entered a higher school, the scene where the school leaders inspected the students was extremely embarrassing.

Furthermore, if he really wants to review the army, it is not impossible for him to join in the fun when Russia resumes its annual Red Square military parade in 1995.

Thinking of this, Fang Chen was suddenly stunned. Today is May 9th, the Soviet Union's Victory Day. The day when Germany submitted its surrender document and declared victory was also the Soviet military parade day, but that country no longer exists.

After returning to the hotel and resting for a while, Fang Chen held a dinner party in the largest banquet hall of the Moscow Grand Hotel. One was to welcome him, and the other was to meet acquaintances in Moscow.

Huang Hongnian, as well as a deputy director of the Domestic Aviation Administration, after all, Xia Chengan and Niu Hongwei are not in Russia, executives of the Automobile Alliance and Hua Xia Bank, as well as Hu Chimin, Black Spider and other thugs who rely on him for a living, met in Moscow

Some entrepreneurs are both domestic and Russian.

Everyone was sitting at about ten tables in a bustling manner. Although Fang Chen didn't drink much, everyone was already used to it. They couldn't make Fang Chen drunk, so they just tried to make others drunk. The scene was quite lively.

Moreover, Fang Chen felt that whether it was because he had not eaten the food at the Moscow Hotel for four months or something else, he felt that today's food was much more delicious than before.

Fang Chen really felt right about this. The chefs in the hotel really worked hard for this meal.

Although Fang Chen had a noble status in the past, now he has become their boss, which gives people a different feeling. He directly controls the power of life and death over them.

It was past nine o'clock after dinner, and Fang Chen went directly upstairs to rest.

But just as Fang Chen lay down, the doorbell at the door suddenly rang.

Fang Chen couldn't help but froze for a moment, feeling surprised. He also thought about it in his mind. He had already talked to the person he was supposed to talk to while eating. Who would come and knock on the door now?

As for cleaning, that's even more impossible. No one comes to do cleaning at night.

"ah!"

Wu Maocai, who had just opened the door, couldn't help but screamed.

Fang Chen frowned, he found that Wu Maocai was more and more surprised recently, but when he walked to the living room, he couldn't help but was stunned, and said in disbelief: "Mikas, why did you show up here?

here."

I saw in front of me a beautiful woman in her thirties, wearing ol' attire, with blond hair and blue eyes, smiling at Fang Chen Yingying.

This is none other than Mikas Hilton, the third generation descendant of Hilton and the daughter of the current head of Hilton. She was also Fang Chen’s female companion at the Clinton fund-raising dinner.

"Why, aren't you welcome?" Mikas said with a smile.
Chapter completed!