Chapter 746: Trouble Starts in Moscow

Cheng Shao returned from the entrance of He Yuzhu's home and immediately called Lao Er and Lao San to his side.

He sat down in a chair and said with a gloomy face, "The He Family must be eliminated."

Lao San was stunned, his face full of astonishment: "But didn't the Old Master explicitly forbid us from moving against the He Family?"

Cheng Shao suddenly laughed, a cold and sinister laugh: "My father is just too timid. The people sent before were caught only because they followed the wrong person; it was clearly that brat He Yuzhu putting on a show of borrowed power. I asked Boss Li's steward, and that bastard He Yuzhu moved Boss Li's warehouse until it was completely empty. The one who has been secretly undermining us all along is him. He never put us in his eyes at all, just thinking that Boss Li's side had more profit to be made."

Lao San had always been steady; upon hearing this, he couldn't help but frown and advised, "Boss, I still think we should listen to the Old Master."

Cheng Shao looked disapproving: "My father originally had hope of moving up one more step, but now it's all ruined. This matter was caused by me in the first place; if I don't eliminate He Yuzhu, I cannot swallow this breath! Look at me now, tossed about until I'm neither human nor ghost... even Doctor Lin said that I'm afraid I won't even be able to leave behind any descendants in the future. What else do I have to fear? What else is there to be concerned about?"

Lao San was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice: "Boss, if you are determined to move against the He Family, why not lure He Zheng to the Soviet Union?"

Cheng Shao's eyes brightened slightly: "Tell me in detail."

Lao San leaned into Cheng Shao's ear and said: "Hasn't He Zheng been doing foreign trade business in the Soviet Union? I have an older brother who is doing extremely well in Moscow; let him burn down the Northern Company's warehouse first. He Zheng will definitely rush over to handle the aftermath, and at that time..."

He raised his hand and made a fierce slashing motion across his throat.

Cheng Shao frowned: "Taking action in the Soviet Union, we don't have anyone to help us over there, it won't be easy to handle, right!"

Lao San said coldly: "That older brother of mine wrote to me a while ago asking me to go over and help him. He has over a hundred brothers under his command alone, and his relationship with local gangs is also quite good. Those gang members are so poor they're going crazy; as long as you are willing to pay, they are willing to do anything."

Cheng Shao still had some concerns: "He Zheng's business is registered under the Northern Company, which is a state-owned enterprise. Burning his warehouse is equivalent to burning state property. If it's investigated and a serious crime is pinned on us, the Old Master's life will be completely finished."

"Moving against the He Family domestically is even harder than ascending to heaven!" Lao San said.

Cheng Shao asked: "How is the mole you planted in the Global Trading Company doing?"

"That woman turned to hatred because of love; she now hates He Zheng to the core. She will report everything in the company to us. It was she who told me that even if the warehouse didn't catch fire, He Zheng had plans to go to the Soviet Union for an inspection."

Cheng Shao patted Lao San on the shoulder and said: "Then I will leave this matter to you."

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, the He Family's wedding banquet was held in the East Cross Courtyard, set up as a running buffet.

He Zheng's marriage this time was the most extravagant the He Family had seen in years.

Not only were all the neighbors in the Siheyuan invited, but all of He Yuzhu's friends and acquaintances also arrived; the scene was lively and bustling.

Once the wedding ended, the New Year was officially over.

But just after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, He Zheng received bad news—the warehouse where he stored down jackets in Moscow had been burned down by someone.

Nearly ten thousand down jackets were reduced to ashes, with losses reaching hundreds of thousands of People's Currency.

After hearing this, He Zheng was struck as if by lightning, frozen in place for a long time, unable to recover his senses.

Lin Hong advised softly from the side: "Boss, don't take it too much to heart. In business, there are gains and losses."

He Zheng didn't respond and immediately dialed He Yuzhu's phone number.

On the other end of the line, after He Yuzhu heard He Zheng's account, he pondered briefly and said: "He Zheng, some things are not convenient to say over the phone. I'm afraid your company has had a mole planted in it; otherwise, it would be impossible to burn it so accurately!"

He Zheng understood instantly, said no more, and hung up the phone directly.

He turned to Lin Hong and said: "Secretary Lin, you stay here and guard the phone; I'm going out for a while."

Lin Hong smiled: "Boss, if someone asks about the warehouse fire, how should I answer?"

"This matter, you know and I know; it is not allowed to be revealed to a third person."

Lin Hong looked troubled: "Boss, I'm afraid this matter cannot be hidden."

"Whether it can be hidden is one thing, but volunteering the information is another," He Zheng said coldly.

Lin Hong nodded quickly: "I understand."

He Zheng turned and drove home.

He Yuzhu called him into the living room, poured a glass of water, pushed it in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "He Zheng, if I'm not mistaken, this matter is because I implicated you. Cheng Shao is targeting our He Family. You first release false news, and then we will go to Moscow..."

He Zheng gave a thumbs up in admiration: "Dad, you are still the wise one."

Three days ago, on the outskirts of Moscow.

A warehouse of the Northern Company had been burned until it was charred and twisted, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning and rubber.

The warehouse was piled full of down jackets and textiles, half belonging to the Northern Company and half to the Global Trading Company, totaling over a million in value, all turned to ashes overnight.

A bald, burly man stood in front of the ruins, smiling; people in the underworld called him Liu Ye, his real name was Chen Jianjun, and he was nearly fifty years old.

In his early years, he hung out in the Shichahai area, and later, by chance, he married a Russian woman and settled in the Soviet Union.

This person was usually considered loyal and would take care of compatriots doing business here to some extent.

But in this life, he hated one person—He Yuzhu.

Back then, he led a group of thugs to cause trouble at He Ji Restaurant, only to be beaten by He Yuzhu until they were missing teeth, and then thrown into Shichahai one by one.

This time, Cheng Shao sent his bodyguard Lao Qi to pass a message; he originally didn't want to take the job, feeling that burning a compatriot's goods was not honorable.

But after a few drinks, as soon as Lao Qi mentioned the name He Yuzhu, Chen Jianjun's eyes turned red on the spot.

Upon hearing that it was to mess with He Yuzhu's son's business, he didn't hesitate at all, agreed on the spot, and immediately sent people to burn the warehouse.

Before Lao Qi left, Liu Ye prepared a farewell drink for him.

Lao Qi picked up a glass of Moutai and said: "Liu Ye, do you have any words for me to take to my San Ge?"

Liu Ye took out a large stack of US dollars and handed it to Lao Qi, saying: "Li Jin is a true friend. I didn't go back when he got married, so give this money to him! I really didn't expect that a little brat who used to follow behind me would actually take care of my parents for decades, day after day, just because of a word from me." He said this with red-rimmed eyes, "You go back and tell him that when I return, there will be a great reward."

Lao Qi lowered his voice and said: "Can you be a bit more attentive? If that brat He Zheng comes to Moscow to handle the aftermath, can you... just take care of him while you're at it?"

Liu Ye laughed loudly and slapped the table: "Does this matter require me to do it myself? I'll give the square's Bald Party a hundred bucks; don't talk about one, they can handle ten or eight for you cleanly."

Lao Qi flattered him quickly: "Cheng Shao asked me to assure you that in the future, in Si Jiu Cheng, as long as you speak up, there is nothing he cannot accomplish."

Liu Ye flicked his cigarette ash, his tone indifferent: "Remember, I don't like dealing with these young masters. I'm doing this purely for Li Jin's sake."

Lao Qi realized he had said the wrong thing and quickly smoothed it over: "San Ge is working for Cheng Shao; you helping San Ge is also considered helping Cheng Shao, it's not a contradiction."

Liu Ye didn't dwell on it anymore and pointed to a burly Russian man beside him, looking very proud:

"See that? Nikolai, a former special forces soldier. Just him alone, handling ten or eight is a piece of cake."