Tsarist Russia, Irkutzk Oblast, Bratsk City.

Bratsk City is a typical, recession, Tsarist Russian third-tier industrial city. Unlike its prosperous past, a large number of factories here went bankrupt. Now the residents here only rely on the remaining hydropower station, an electrolytic aluminum production plant, and large and small logging yards and paper mills to survive.

A strong, tsarist young man with beard, white skin and yellow hair was walking on the street. It might be that the wind was strong and cold, which made him unable to help but pull his coat tightly and rub his hands.

It can be seen that his coat is already very old, with frangles in some places and traces of patching, but it is still clean and warm.

After walking for a long time and turning several street corners, he walked towards a dance hall with Russian neon lights.

There were two big men in leather jackets standing outside the dance hall. After glanced at him, he did not stop him and let him walk in.

Maybe because it was daytime, there was no noisy music in the dance hall, and no one was dancing wildly. In the dim room, there were only a few people drinking wine at the bar or booth.

Instead of going to the bar to ask for wine, the young man walked straight to a booth next to the dance floor. On the circular sofa of the booth, there were several strong men sitting on the food while drinking.

The young man walked up to them and bowed slightly: "Boss Kirilenko, I want to borrow some money."

"Haha, another borrower comes..." A strong man sitting among them laughed: "Who are you?"

The answer was not the young man, but another strong man sitting next to him, and the strong man said something in his ear.

"Oh, it turns out it's Little Ayogin." The strong man in the middle nodded: "How much do you want to borrow?"

"30,000 rubles." The young man's voice was a little nervous: "I'll pay it back next month."

"30,000 rubles? Are you going to buy that helmet again?" The strong man in the middle glanced at the young man up and down and looked at him: "Your father is a good guy. I think you are quite strong, how about you doing with me? These 30,000 rubles will be regarded as your salary."

"No, I have a job in the aluminum factory, I don't plan to quit." Ayogin declined his solicitation: "I just want to borrow money."

"Okay, that's business." The strong man in the middle didn't think it was offended and looked at him: "You know the rules, do you know them?"

"I know." Ayogin nodded: "There will be 60,000 rubles next month, and I promise to return it on time."

"Well, just understand." The strong man in the middle waved.

A strong man next to him took out a leather bag from under the sofa, flipped it inside, and threw a stack of money onto the table.

Ayogin reached out and planned to get the money, but the money was held down by another strong man: "Boy, we know you, don't blame me!"

"I promise!" Ayogin quickly promised again.

The strong man let go, Ayogin got the money, made another guarantee, and walked out of the bar.

Yes, there were no IOUs throughout the whole process, and there was no bank account, and the other party did not leave any evidence of borrowing money.

This is a typical, Tsarist gangster style.

Everyone knows that various gangs in Militaria are rampant, but in fact Tsarist Russia is not inferior at all. Due to the economic recession, a large number of young people cannot find jobs and a large number of veterans have no arrangements, resulting in gangs of all sizes in almost every city in the country. They control the gray transactions, black transactions, usury, drugs, physical treatments, smuggling... all of them are controlled by them.

Some larger gangs even directly contribute money to support spokespersons to run for parliament, expanding their tentacles to politics, which can be said to be both black and white. Even bigger ones have even gone out of the world and spread across Ome.

Ayogin did not want to deal with the gangster because his father was a member of the gangster and died in a bloody gangster fire, leaving behind the orphan and widowed mother at home.

The reason why I came out to borrow this usury from the gang this time is no different, it is to improve the living conditions of my family.

The business of the electrolytic aluminum factory is not good, the product sales are not smooth, and the workers have been owed several months of wages. Ayogin's mother is sick and her sister is still in school. Although all medical education in Tsarist Russia is free, the family still has difficulty living in a condom built in the last century.

As the only man in the family, Ayogin must shoulder the burden of the family.

But making money is not easy? Starting a business without capital, skill, and finding a job is extremely difficult. Although joining a gangster quickly makes money, it is also extremely dangerous. Once a fire breaks out and you are disabled or dies, what should you do with your mother and sister in the family?

Fortunately, when God closes a door, he will open a window, and an opportunity to make money appears before him.

After walking a few blocks, Ayogin took out the phone in his arms: "I got the money, where are you?"

"Where are you? We'll be here soon!" There was a rough voice inside, his friend Ivanovsky, who was also a colleague of the aluminum factory.

Soon, an old-fashioned Gorky taxi parked next to him, and there were three other friends of him inside. Ayogin squeezed in and everyone drove towards the city.

"Can this helmet really make money?" One of the Ponvalery still seemed uneasy: "I read their ads, they were talking about sleep aid devices, and they didn't talk about games."

The same is true for another friend Sergey: "This is my father's pension. I don't want to buy something that is so expensive but useless."

"Of course it's true!" Ivanovsky, who was driving, was a little impatient: "I've played it several times. As long as we dare to fight and fight, we can win. I have won once. That star can sell 35,000 rubles! Two of them will be repaid!"

"I have read a lot of online news, which doesn't look fake." Petrov, who was on the co-pilot, also helped explain: "This helmet is very popular. It's not just for many people to use it in Tsarist Russia, Europe, and Militaria. There are games and competitions. If you win, you will make 100 million meters of gold!"

"One hundred million meters of gold? So much?" Ayogin was shocked when he heard this news for the first time.

"It's just so much, I'll help you pay the tax, and you can actually get it!" Petrov continued: "Even the competition is very fierce, after all, there are so many people all over the world."

"Okay, I understand." Ayogin nodded: "I don't want much. It's best to get two stars that can be sold every month, and you can earn 70,000 rubles."

"You are too greedy." Sergei next to him began to criticize: "I only have one, 35,000 rubles and I am satisfied!"

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Chapter completed!