The news I heard from where the municipal party committee guesthouse quickly spread to the ears of all those who are interested. Everyone had a scale in their hearts to measure whether the deal was cost-effective. Three days later, some small businessmen with weak strength were waiting outside the municipal party committee guesthouse, always paying attention to the movements in the guesthouse. On the one hand, the anxious merchants, and on the other hand, Selyosha's life was not easy. He spent a lot of money on Boris and Petrov's father. And the most important thing is that there is no real thing in the warehouse, and over time, it may be revealed.

Yakov, who has been inquiring about the news in the past few days, has met many local merchants in Tyumen. The big merchants have not been so good at Yakov. Most of the people who are close to him are small businessmen, and huge business opportunities are in front of him. Even though he knows that the hope is slim, these little people still gather here every day, chatting and exchanging information. After a few days, some of them have known Yakov.

"Have you heard that those two guys think that the merchants in our place are too low and are preparing to leave here and want to transport the freight to Novosibirsk." said a guy with a big beard.

"Yes, the news came from the waiters in the guesthouse. We had no hope anyway. I think the one who really felt distressed was a guy like Lomonosov." Someone commented sadly.

"In our Tyumen, Lomonosov is the most powerful, and he can't even eat this batch of goods. I think Lomonosov is nothing compared to a real big player." Everyone was chatting randomly.

Yakov handed them a cigarette from time to time, and this hand won the favor of the group. In the past few days, the person who had just met Yakov said, "Brother Yakov, your cigarette is so good, serious foreign goods. Where did you buy it?"

Yakov replied: "You can buy it there, and buy it wherever you produce it. What do we do? Do you still need to ask?"

"This kind of cigarette is not easy to deal with. It seems that you are quite capable!" Someone praised it.

"Compared with the two people living in the guesthouse, my skills are nothing." Yakov said modestly.

"Do you know where the two people inside came from?" Someone seemed to hear that Yakov might know the situation of some of the two people.

"I do know something, but it's not very accurate." Yakov said slowly.

When the people around him heard Yakov say this, they gathered around him. Someone urged Yakov to say, "What's the situation! Tell us quickly."

"Yes! Let's talk to us!"

"You have heard of Gorky's Nikola Popov?" Yakov said, taking a puff of cigarettes, then spitting out smoke rings.

"Of course I heard that that was a powerful guy. It is said that the father and son monopolized Gorky city for decades, but recently I heard that they were killed!" Someone around Yakov responded.

"Do you know who killed Popov?" Yakov said knowingly.

"Who? Could it be those two guys in the guesthouse, aren't it?" Dahuo's curiosity was mobilized.

Yakov smiled and stopped answering.

"No, they really did it. I heard that the Popov and his son have been operating in Gorky for two generations. Why did they say that they were killed if they were killed?" There were still people around him asking relentlessly.

"Have you heard of it? Popov was pushed into the Volga by a bulldozer and a man and a car! Even God can't save him!" Someone answered the guy's question.

"My God! This group of people is so bad!" Everyone sighed.

"Why did they kill Popov? Do they have any holidays?" someone asked Yakov.

"Have you ever seen the youngest of those two people? He was stabbed by the knife hand sent by Popov and almost died. No wonder Popov was seeking death." Yakov replied.

"The young man seems to be Boris, but the right one is Boris. Isn't there any news that the man named Boris wants to change all the goods for oil? Unfortunately, the old man disagrees." Someone raised this topic.

"It would be great if they wanted oil. It would be not easy for us to get some oil here? As long as we give enough money to the cadres in the oil field, we would still have as much oil as possible." A crowd watching said with some regret.

Someone immediately retorted: "It's easy? You don't think about it. How much do they want? If you want to buy his goods, you need at least a same tanker. If I can do it, I will go in and find them!"

"I'll just talk about it. My wealth is enough to get a few fuel tankers." The guy who was refuted immediately lost his temper.

"I'm about the same!" someone continued.

The speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intent. Just when everyone was regretting that they were not rich, Yakov had an idea. He observed the people around him and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Actually, I can only build a few tankers. If someone works with me, I can go in and talk to them."

Everyone seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, and were awakened by Yakov's words. They gathered together again.

"I can get two tanker oil! I can work with you!"

"I can do three!"

"Including me, I can make one!"

Everyone said one by one, and Yakov was so angry that he said, "Don't worry, let's come one by one, and the brothers who intend to join in with each other said one by one."

Under Yakov's arrangement, the group of people gathered up thirty oil from the fuel tanker truck, and everyone's enthusiasm suddenly increased. Yakov said, "I think we can send someone in and talk to them."

Everyone said to Yakov: "I think you are the smartest here, just go!"

"Yes, I'm optimistic about your brother, too!"

"Don't let us down! Brother."

So under the expectations of everyone, Yakov walked into the municipal party committee guesthouse alone. People outside were expecting Yakov to come out with good news. An hour passed, and some merchants who heard the news rushed over one after another. Two hours passed, and when Yakov finally came out, everyone was afraid to make a sound, for fear of not being able to hear Yakov's voice.

"Well~~!" Yakov cleared his throat and said first: "They agreed!"

Everyone was almost cheering, and a few of them were sober and asked immediately: "What's the price?"

"The price of oil is about six rubles per barrel, and it can be exchanged for equivalent goods." Yakov replied.

"That's great, this price is good!" Everyone felt relieved.

"However, people have the conditions that oil must be safe to leave the country. And they will only hand over the goods to us after they leave the country," Yakov added.

"Out of the country? Where to go?" someone asked.

"Poland." Yakov replied.

"Poland! No problem, that's not easy. Poland is our younger brother! Haha!" Everyone agreed immediately.

...

A few days later, a train full of crude oil left Tyumen and headed to Wroclaw, a southwestern Poland city.
Chapter completed!