Chapter 17 The Confronting Sides

The story of Boris on the court during the day has spread to every corner of the entire Gorky Automobile Factory. Boris and his friends from the Gorky Factory humiliated Mr. Popov’s deeds, and became a gossip for people in the Gorky Factory. In the eyes of some young people, Boris is like a big brother who has become famous and is about to dominate the arena of the Gorky Automobile Factory.

Seryozha was not so optimistic. He fell into deep worry. The matter of Boris made the conflict between the two parties irreconcilable. This incident severely damaged the dignity of the opponent. , it is impossible to let it go. While Seryozha was frowning and smoking, the doorbell rang, and an important guest came to Seryozha's house.

"Yuri, it's nice to meet you!" Seryozha warmly greeted Yuri with a hug.

"Seryozha, I heard that you are in trouble. Let me see what I can do to help." Yuri is not quite used to Sereryosha's enthusiasm. It was the first time he came to Sereryosha's house as a guest, and he brought a A bottle of wine was given to Seryozha.

"Come over to dinner, let's talk while we eat! Dad, go and get Yuri a plate." Seryozha let Yuri in, gave Yuri a glass of rum, and said: "Taste , sweet like a drink, it's quite appetizing to drink before meals."

Dinner started quickly and was as rich as usual, with roast pork chops and mashed potatoes as the main course. After the father led everyone to pray before the meal, everyone passed the dishes to each other, and each took a piece of grilled pork chop and filled some mashed potatoes. Today, everyone had no appetite, and everyone only took a little and put it on the plate.

Although Boris greatly improved his face today, he was a little scared when he thought about it. He first broke the silence and said, "Seryozha, it's not a solution to be stared at all the time. We must find a way to solve this trouble."

Seryozha wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, took a sip of wine, and said solemnly: "Let's stop for a few days and get to know each other first. If we don't get rid of this group of people, we won't be able to continue doing business." gone."

"I've already found out that this group of people is Popov's subordinates, and I'm afraid the one following Yakov is also one of his people," Mikhail replied affirmatively.

"They have already stepped on our land. If we endure it, we will never want to do business again." Boris said angrily, although he did not suffer today. But after thinking about it, I was a little scared, if it wasn't on my own land, if I wasn't in public. . .

"But they have guns. Do we have to get some, or how can we fight with them?" Yakov suggested.

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, but Yuri didn't say anything. The five-year prison sentence let him know that there is still a difference between people like Boris and real gangsters. If you ask Yuri what he has gained in five years, it is that these five years have trained Yuri from an amateur to a professional.

Petrov didn't say anything. The young men didn't know what kind of enemy they were facing. They had been operating in the local area for many years, and their forces were deeply rooted. How can a few little guys can deal with it.

Seryozha ate all the food on the plate, drank a sip of wine to moisten himself, Yuri understands the truth, and he naturally understands that what happened to Boris today made Popov and his small gang a complete mortal enemy. This incident seriously hit Popov's prestige. If Popov wanted to keep his position, he would not let Boris go. The only way to deal with people like Popov is to beat him to death with a stick. , fooling an enemy of this level is cruel to oneself. Seeing his three younger brothers filled with righteous indignation, Sergey was a little worried that they would blindly provoke their opponents impulsively.

Thinking of this, Seryozha pulled Yuri aside, lowered his voice and said, "Yuri, I have to do something these days, and I need you to do me a favor."

"no problem,

Seryozha, if there is anything you can do with me, just ask. "Yuri replied bluntly.

"I need you to help me watch them, don't let them do anything stupid, I need some time to solve this problem thoroughly." Sergey Sha explained.

. . .

Andropov has been standing anxiously outside Mr. Popov's office for a whole afternoon, but he has never been received by Mr. Popov. People who come and go from Popov's office look at this poor guy , I was a little gloating, and Andropov, who was usually so arrogant, was beaten by a group of children. But Andropov didn't care about these people. He only knew that he had not only ruined Mr. Popov's errand, but also disgraced Mr. Popov. I don't know how many times I have asked Mr. Popov's secretary to report, but every time the answer is that Mr. Popov has no time now.

It was not until dinner time that Andropov had the opportunity to see Mr. Popov.

Andropov took off his hat, held it in his hand respectfully, and walked into Mr. Andropov's office nervously.

Mr. Popov's office is very spacious, surrounded by mahogany bookshelves, and beautifully bound books are neatly placed on it. There is an exquisite handmade copper globe in front of the desk, and the oak floor is covered with a handmade carpet from Iran. Mr. Popov is sitting behind the desk with a cup of coffee and a piece of cream cake, The aroma of coffee filled the whole house. A piece of dessert after dinner has been Mr. Popov's hobby for many years, but today he has no appetite.

Seeing Andropov come in, Popov gestured for Andropov to sit on the chair in front of the desk, and Andropov declined in fear. Popov didn't say anything more, and slowly walked out from behind the table, and pushed Andropov on the chair. Putting the coffee and cake in front of Andropov, he said kindly, "I'm hungry, I don't have much appetite today, you just helped me eat it, it's all good stuff, don't waste it."

Andropov anxiously wanted to get Mr. Popov's forgiveness, but was interrupted by Mr. Popov. Mr. Popov once again beckoned him to eat the piece of cake. Looking at Mr. Popov who was a little angry, Andropov had no choice but to pick up a fork and eat. Mr. Popov, who was behind him, suddenly picked up the phone on the table and slammed it on the back of Andropov's head. Once, twice, and three times, blood splashed on Popov's face. On the table, on the carpet. . .