Reborn Russia As An Oligarch

Outside the Lada, two Mao police officers wearing camouflage blue cotton-padded uniforms and the same camouflage-colored locomotive cotton hats were standing.

Moreover, they were all carrying submachine guns and looking at Zhang Ke in the car with serious faces.

Zhang Ke felt a little guilty. He quickly opened the car door and didn't dare to get out of the car. He just stuck his head out and asked with a smile on his face: "Excuse me, what's the matter? I'm a student at Friendship University."

He was "showing his identity." Although Police Officer Mao has a very bad reputation among Chinese businessmen, they generally do not cause trouble for international students, especially on university campuses.

He is now downstairs in the dormitory, so although Zhang Ke is a little worried and doesn't know why police officers are looking for him, he is not too worried.

But what Zhang Ke didn't expect was that without saying a word, one of the police officers reached out to grab his collar and pulled him out of the car.

Because Zhang Ke went out first with his upper body lying sideways, Zhang Ke was pushed down to the snow before he had a chance to stand up.

Before I could react, I felt my arms being twisted behind me. There was a "click", a cold feeling on my wrists, and I was handcuffed...

"You...what are you doing! I'm a student." Only then did Zhang Ke have time to open his mouth and say something.

The tall and strong policeman who handcuffed Zhang Ke reached out and lifted Zhang Ke up from the ground, made him stand up, and asked with a straight face: "Are you Zhang Ke?"

Zhang Ke nodded quickly.

"I'm informing you that you were arrested on suspicion of working illegally! Now come back to the station with us."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and showed an official document. Zhang Ke couldn't see what was written on it.

Of course, even if he could see it clearly, he wouldn't be able to understand it...

In fact, even what Police Officer Mao said, he couldn't quite understand. After all, he had only learned Russian for more than a year, and he was not a Russian "genius" like Wang Ye. It was strange that he could understand it.

Fortunately, the Chinese student he pulled was a senior student and his Russian was good.

The senior also witnessed what just happened, and his face was full of shock. It was only now that he came back to his senses.

He quickly got out of the car and briefly told Zhang Ke what Police Officer Mao said. Then he turned to look at Police Officer Mao and asked timidly: "Excuse me, are you mistaken...Zhang Ke is just an ordinary international student. Those with visas are not illegal workers."

The Mao policeman said a little impatiently: "I know he is a student! If you have any questions, you can ask a lawyer. Now don't hinder me from carrying out my official duties. Do you also want to go to the police station with us?"

This last sentence is threatening.

The senior waved his hand quickly and took two steps back unconsciously, "No, no, no..., don't get me wrong, I just want to ask for him, this matter has nothing to do with me. He is a black driver, and I am riding in his car. Back from the airport. I’m not familiar with him..."

Just kidding, if you can help Zhang Ke translate what Police Officer Mao said, he has already done his best to be benevolent and righteous.

How could he rush to accompany Zhang Ke to the police station? He was not familiar with Zhang Ke, so he had to pay for riding in his car.

Who wants to get involved in such a mess...

Two policemen, one on the left and one on the right, carried Zhang Ke into the parked police car with the engine turned off, and drove directly to the police station.

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The police car that Lao Maozi was on duty here was a bit like the Iveco that was popular in China at the time, but it was smaller.

The car was separated from the front and back. Policeman Mao sat in the front, and the back was separated by an iron railing. In other words, the car in the back was an iron cage.

And Zhang Ke was locked in this iron cage...

Sitting inside, Zhang Ke kept sweating on his head. His mind went blank and he felt like he was dreaming.

What on earth did I do and why was I arrested?

Don't look at the fact that he used to brag about how brave and fierce he was in the country. Everyone on the street didn't know him, and he had seen the situation in the country.

But this is Russia, and I am not familiar with the place, and I don’t have the network of parents and relatives to “profit” me...

He couldn't even imagine what would happen to him if he was really imprisoned.

I have long heard that the people in Maozi's bureau are all gangsters, and they all have vicious looks. My small body cannot withstand the torment of those big men...

I don’t speak Russian well, so how should I talk to people when I get to the bureau? I just heard my senior say that he was arrested for working illegally, but he didn’t go to work in a big market...

While my mind was full of random thoughts, the car suddenly stopped.

Through the small car window, Zhang Ke looked out and saw that he must have arrived at the police station.

With a "bang" sound, the rear door opened, and Zhang Ke was grabbed by the collar like a chicken.

He entered the building confusedly and stumbled, and walked around and entered an empty room, which should be the so-called interrogation room.

The tall police officer Mao pressed Zhang Ke onto an iron chair, unhooked the handcuffs on one side, and then handcuffed the man and the chair together.

During the whole process, Zhang Ke didn't even dare to express his anger, let alone resist.

"Wait!"

Police Officer Mao said coldly, turned around and went out, leaving Zhang Ke alone in the room.

After about five or six minutes, the door was pushed open and the footsteps of two people were heard.

Zhang Ke turned around and saw two people walking in. They were both middle-aged. Judging from their uniforms, they didn't look like ordinary police officers. They were probably leaders.

"Zhang Ke, right? We received a report saying that you were running a taxi business and using your private car to make profits without having the operating qualifications. Is this true?"

One of the middle-aged men asked as soon as he sat down.

More importantly, he actually spoke Chinese!

Although the pronunciation is not very standard, at least Zhang Ke can understand it. It seems that this police station is quite humane. Knowing that Zhang Ke is not good at Russian, I specially found someone who can speak Chinese to talk to him.

Zhang Ke was stunned. He really didn't expect that he would be arrested for this!

After a while, he retorted: "Yes, but the streets of Moscow are full of illegal taxis, and they are not regular taxis. Why arrest me instead of others?"

Zhang Ke felt that he was really wronged!

He was caught for just such a trivial matter. There were so many illegal rental companies and so many people working as translators in big markets, but no one took care of them.

Why should you target yourself?

Who knows, another middle-aged man in uniform slapped the table and babbled a lot of Russian, which Zhang Ke didn't understand at all...

Fortunately, there is an old man who can speak Chinese.

After the man finished speaking, Lao Maozi, who could speak Chinese, chuckled and translated for Zhang Ke: "Director Flamir said, you don't care whether others have broken the law or not, that is something we have to consider. But now, You are breaking the law..."