We are all reborn, who wants to be the richest man?

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, which means that human beings will naturally look for gaps in power and fight for them, and the Gulag is a perfect river and lake.

A large number of criminals, gang veterans, public officials and other people from all over the world

Various ethnic groups such as Poles, Irish, Lithuanians, etc. are mixed together, and it is certain to form gangs.

There is no one who bullies anyone here, only who defeats whom, who subdues whom, and who protects whom.

Those vulgar people rely on their fists, while those scholars and scientists rely on their heads.

As soon as the meal is served in the morning, you can tell who is in a group and who is a group.

In the southeast corner, a group of big men gathered around a few tables and happily ate. There would be laughter from time to time, and it was completely impossible to tell that they were in a prison.

There is a table in the middle surrounded by them. This table is very special. There is only one person sitting here.

This man looked very gentle, with his small eyes narrowed and sharp, as if he was thinking about something.

At this moment, two guards came over with guns in hand, came to the gentle man and said, "Ivankov, come with us, someone wants to see you."

Before Ivankov could speak, the big men sitting at the table next to him all stood up.

The guard was not afraid, he just used the butt of his gun to knock the strong man closest to him to the ground.

After taking a look at the unlucky guy who was curled up on the ground, holding his jaw and wailing, the guard yelled, "A bunch of Suka Buli, are they all looking for death?"

Although the strong men were angry, they remained rational and stood there without taking action.

They knew that even though they had more people, they were no match for the guards with guns. The other guards were already looking over here, and as long as there were dangerous moves on their side, they didn't mind at all.

At this tense and tense moment, Ivankov said, "Everyone, sit back and eat. I'll go see who wants to see me."

It's not that he was righteous and allowed his subordinates to step down, but that he was smart.

He knew very well that if someone saw him, it would be impossible for him to be unfavorable to him. Otherwise, there would be no need to betray him at all, and the discipline officers would find a reason to play him to death.

Since we can see that he is probably useful in some way, this is a good thing.

Taking a step back, does he have the right to choose?

Ivankov followed the guards to the main building. This was his first time here, and he was temporarily put on a torture device and put on shackles and handcuffs.

All these made him sure that the person who saw him had an unusual identity and could not be a low-level official like a supervisor.

In a room on the first floor, the guard brought him here but did not go in. Instead, he turned around and warned, "Go in. I advise you to be more honest. If anything happens, you can't afford to walk around."

For those of them who work for the poor in the Far East, it has long been an unspoken rule that having money means being rich.

The higher-ups basically admit that this is a no-nonsense zone, and they must live for themselves.

Ivankov, wearing a bracelet and anklet, made a ruthless gesture like what can I do, then pushed the door open and walked in unceremoniously.

He now really wants to know what big shot summoned him and why.

However, after he entered the door, he found that it was a little different from what he thought. He couldn't say what was different.

If there was anything different, it was probably because he didn't expect that the person sitting inside was actually a yellow-skinned person.

Ivankov was stunned for a moment, and the person inside said, "Sit down."

Then he pointed at the cigarettes, wine and food on the table and said, "You're welcome, just enjoy it."

Ivankov was not polite. He sat down and started grabbing it with his hands. When his mouth was full, he used vodka to smooth it down.

For him, cigarettes can occasionally be smoked by his subordinates' filial butts, but he has not seen meat and wine for several months.

It's not that meat is never seen at all, it's very common, but it's usually minced meat or unwanted parts mixed into potatoes, not like it is now.

After eating and drinking, I picked up the unopened cigarettes on the table, lit one, and started enjoying it. It wasn't until I switched to the second cigarette that Ivankov said the first thing he said after coming in: "I don't understand." .

Mr. Liang made a "please" gesture with one hand to ask him to continue.

"We have no intersection. Don't talk about you. I have never seen a yellow person in my life. I don't understand what you can do with me."

Mr. Liang nodded, admitting his statement. "Yes, there should be no intersection between us, but who made a big shot like you?"

"A big shot? You fancy me? A Gulag prisoner who needs your prisoner to even have a decent meal?" After Ivankov finished speaking, he laughed at himself and didn't believe it at all.

"Whether you believe it or not, does it make any difference?"

Mr. Liang's words made Ivankov stunned for a moment and then nodded in agreement, "Yes, it makes no difference to me now."

Since there was no difference, Ivankov didn't think about it and asked directly, "Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

“It’s very simple, rule here and make the prisoners here surrender to you.

Cigarettes and alcohol will be delivered to you every month, and you can call the phone number in the duty room at any time.

I only give you half a year. If you can't do it, I think I will report it to the superiors and ask for a replacement. I don't need to tell you what will happen to you then, right? ".

Ivankov laughed at himself. Although he didn't know what would happen next, he would definitely become someone else's puppet. He just didn't know how strong the controller was.

But no matter how strong the opponent is, he has no reason and no ability to refuse now.

"and then?"

"You can call me when you have finished this. At that time, you will start your new life with a new identity."

After speaking, Mr. Liang put a piece of paper on the table and pushed it over. "Remember, only you can know this number."

Ivankov squinted his small eyes and opened them suddenly. Going out and getting a new identity are what he needs most now.

"Aren't you afraid that I will run away after I get out? Or that I won't obey your orders when my power increases?"

"Ha ha". Mr. Liang laughed.

"How far do you think you can grow? So what if you become the godfather of the world on this path? Can there be more people than the army?"

"Are you from the government department?" Ivankov suddenly stood up and put his hands on the table, leaning forward and asking. After speaking, he shook his head in denial.

It is impossible for people from his own country to send a yellow-skinned person. It is possible for the hostile force, but the current polar bear Ivankov does not believe that corruption is to this extent.

Being able to come in and successfully contact him must have been tacitly approved by the superiors. This at least proves that the other party is not serving hostile forces, otherwise those people would not dare to do so.

Betraying for money is far better than taking down this person and earning enough credit to leave this hellish place.

Besides, this is not one person's business. There will always be mistakes in some link, and the risk is too high.

Mr. Liang also rejected his idea, "I don't work for them, but that doesn't mean I can't drive these people."

A big shot, a big shot that he has never had the opportunity to come into contact with or even heard of in his life. This is now Ivankov's judgment on the power behind the person in front of him.

Although I still don't understand why the other party is doing this, it is not harmful to me at this stage. As for the future, I will live until that time.

Thinking of this, Ivankov picked up the note on the table and took a deep look. After a few seconds, he stuffed the note directly into his mouth and swallowed it with a sip of vodka.

Mr. Liang was very satisfied with his performance and stood up with a smile.

"You can continue to enjoy here and go back in the evening. As for other things, someone will tell you."

After speaking, he walked to Ivankov's side and patted his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Good luck guy, you will be proud of your current choice in the future. I hope you don't make me wait too long."

Regardless of Ivankov's reaction, Mr. Liang walked out directly, leaving Ivankov sitting alone in the room thinking.