Great Power Industry: You're a private company building an aircraft carrier?

Nevsky Prospekt is the busiest and most vibrant street in St. Petersburg, and the Hotel Helvetia is located right in the center of Nevsky Prospekt. Although it is not as centrally located as the Winter Palace, it is still considered part of the city center.

Several policemen stood lazily under the streetlights, basking in the sun, occasionally glancing over in this direction.

"Ivanov, should we go over there?"

"No rush, wait a bit longer! Our police station hasn't been paid for three months. If these Indians pay back what they owe us, maybe the higher-ups will give us back pay. These guys deserve a beating!"

"Yes, I never expected that they owe us over 10 billion! The dollar has been depreciating over the years, so they'll have to pay us back at least 30 billion dollars to make up for it! That means each of us could get 200 dollars!"

"We're lucky if we get a hundred dollars; who knows where the rest of the money will end up... Alright, that's enough. Go up there, but don't kill him."

As Ivanov spoke, he strode over, swaying slightly.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! What are you doing?"

The police are coming!

Just moments ago, people were punching and kicking, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Now, hearing the police, they've calmed down from their excitement, and then… *whoosh*…

The crowd quickly scattered and fled in the blink of an eye.

Only a few Indians remained in the area, all lying there, covering their heads with their hands, groaning in pain.

"Gentlemen, what's going on here?"

Sunil got up from the ground: "Officer, you, you've finally arrived! Just now, a group of thugs beat us up. You must bring them to justice!"

"What? Thugs? Where are the thugs?" Ivanov asked. "I don't see them. We patrolled over and found you lying here. Did you trip and fall?"

"Yes, you Indians live in the tropics and have never seen ice and snow. The roads here are slippery in winter, and it's easy to fall."

Wrestling?

Sunil was getting anxious.

"Look at my face! Did I fall and hurt myself? And look at my arms, look at my legs!"

Despite the freezing weather, Sunil was determined to prove he had been beaten up.

He had taken several punches to the face, one eye was swollen like a panda's eye, his nose was bleeding, but thankfully his front teeth hadn't come out. His arms were bruised, and there were obvious signs of repeated kicks on his legs. Could he have fallen down on his own? There were even shoe prints on his clothes!

“Sigh, delusional. Since you said you were beaten, then tell us why you were beaten,” Ivanov said. “Come on, let’s go back to the police station and take your statement slowly. Here, the punishment for making a false police report is very severe.”

Why was he beaten? Because he didn't pay his debts? Those are the country's debts, not my personal debts! Sunil was feeling miserable at that moment, but he understood that if this got out, it would definitely have a bad impact, and he wouldn't even receive any sympathy for being beaten.

Which creditor who lends money and can't get it back wouldn't want to beat up a deadbeat who refuses to pay?

So, Sunil remained silent for a while before saying, "Okay, we weren't hit."

"I knew you'd fallen, didn't Ivanov say with a laugh. Just be more careful when you walk next time! Alright, since you're okay, let's just forget about it!"

On the other side, Yang Xue's eyes widened.

"A muddle-headed monk solving a muddle-headed case!"

"Hmm, that description is quite apt," Qin Chuan said. "They're all like that!"

"Alexander, Lyudmila!" Spartacus ran over excitedly. "You guys saw that, right? Everyone swarmed in, and I even got to kick a few times in the crowd. It was so much fun!"

"Hmm, would you like to have some more fun?"

Spartacus's eyes lit up again: "How can we make it even more exciting?"

"Next..."

……

Sunil and the others arrived at the airport.

They were wrapped in thick clothes and had a cloth wrapped around their heads, looking like Arabs. They learned their lesson and were worried about being recognized and beaten up again.

They beat him up and got away with it, and the police didn't even care!

It's so dark here! When I get back, I must tell everyone about the grievances I suffered in Russia and gain the sympathy of the whole world!

Right there in the waiting room, a young man wearing a leather jacket and jeans walked over, with a camera hanging around his neck, and he kept snapping photos of something.

"Hey, are you all from Arab countries? What are you doing in St. Petersburg?" The young man looked at the group curiously. "Are you here for tourism?"

“Yes,” Sunil’s assistant replied in English.

"Oh, that's great! I'm a reporter from AFP, it's so nice to meet you all! Would you be willing to give me an interview?"

AFP?

Sunil was instantly overjoyed. He had originally planned to complain to reporters when he got back, but he hadn't expected to run into AFP here. AFP was a famous European media outlet. As long as they knew about the unfair treatment he had received here, then...

Thinking of this, Sunil removed the cloth covering his head, revealing a head that was bruised and swollen.

"Huh? What happened to you?"

"Come on, take a few pictures of me first, then we'll talk!" Sunil struck a pose for a photo.

Click, click!

After taking a few photos, Sunil spoke up: "My name is Sunil. I'm from India. You're a reporter, so you probably know my name, right?"

"Of course, you are a high-ranking officer in the Indian Navy. Are you here to order warships?"

"That's right, we came here to order warships. We originally wanted to help the citizens of St. Petersburg and increase their income, but we didn't expect to be treated unfairly. We were beaten up in front of the hotel!"

"How could this be?"

"It's all today's newspaper's fault, damn it! I don't know who stirred things up, saying that we Indians owe Russia hundreds of billions of dollars and have no intention of paying it back. As a result, people were outraged and we were beaten up. Even the police here don't care and say we were injured in a fall!"

Thinking about all this fills Sunil with waves of anger.

"So, do you really owe them?"

"This...this isn't our business, we're just here to make purchases!"

"Then he really owes money." The young man suddenly shouted to the surroundings, "Fellow countrymen, fellow citizens, there's an Indian here, an Indian who owes money and won't pay it back!"

Whoosh... a group of people instantly surrounded them.

"No, we are not Indians, we are Arabs!" After a moment of shock, Sunil quickly tried to wrap the cloth back around his face, but it was too late.

Countless fists and feet had already landed, and soon, screams of agony erupted from the crowd once again.

"Don't hit us, don't hit us! We're really not those Indians who refuse to pay back our debts!"

“That’s them!” the young man’s voice rang out from outside the crowd: “They’re high-ranking Indian naval officers, named Sunil, he just said it himself!”