People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

A Man in America: My Uncle Don Quixote Chapter 577

As it turned out, Vladimir actually told him to fly over quickly.

Just 20 minutes later, the helicopter landed directly on the Kremlin helipad. Wearing a mink coat and slippers, Sergei, whose leg hair was standing on end from the cold, jumped off the plane with a grimace.

"Sukabrie," he muttered, "you've got to call me here in such a hurry, you'd better have something really urgent to say."

"It is indeed a very urgent matter," First Secretary Anton said in a low voice beside him. "The Kremlin has informed me that all procedures have been streamlined, and His Excellency Vladimir wishes to see you as soon as possible."

"Is there a world war?" Sergei asked, puzzled. "Why the rush? And what does it have to do with me?"

Anton shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

Sergei soon discovered that Anton's words were true.

The procedures of verifying documents, handing over mobile phones, going through security checks, and disinfection were all skipped. When Sergei ran to the entrance of the Kremlin, he found that the people from the Presidential Office were already waiting outside. After picking up Sergei, they did not say a word and took him directly into the depths of the Kremlin.

When they arrived in front of an inconspicuous little room, the people in the office stopped, and Anton stopped as well.

Sergei nodded to Anton, took a deep breath, and after mentally preparing himself, pushed open the door and entered.

This is an ordinary little room, with the window completely blocked by blinds, and a person of average height sitting in front of a small desk.

Upon seeing Sergei enter, the man smiled, then stood up from his desk, walked over, and first extended his hand...

He waved his hand: "Sorry, Sergei Volkov, for calling you over so early. Have you had breakfast yet?"

He even looked Sergei up and down as he spoke, and after noticing Sergei's bare legs and slippers, he paused and personally poured Sergei a cup of tea.

Sergei wondered if he was still half asleep, or if he had been drugged and was hallucinating.

Having known each other for over 20 years, this was the first time Vladimir had ever poured him tea.

In Chinese parlance, he felt like a weasel paying respects to a chicken—something just didn't feel right.

Could it be something to do with the oil field? He wondered as he warmed his hands with his teacup.

He definitely won't drink tea.

"Take a look at this," Vladimir said, pushing a tablet computer with its camera removed in front of him. "You probably haven't been following the news online."

Sergei leaned closer to take a look and frowned.

The first video was shot from a shaky angle, under a searchlight, showing a young man in pajamas pulling an aircraft carrier's island directly off the deck.

Sergei's hand twitched involuntarily, while Vladimir observed him discreetly.

Sergei recognized that face all too well.

"There's another part, sent by my people," Vladimir said, arms crossed, leaning against his desk. "You can see for yourself."

Bar."

Sergei swiped, and the second video was shot from the corner of a room, showing the same face staring at the camera: "Bring the president out and talk to me in person."

Then he looked at the ceiling, and the image suddenly shook violently, the ground trembled, and the screen went black.

"Do you know where this is?" Vladimir said. "This is Raven Rock, hundreds of meters underground, but he drilled through the rock in 13 seconds and flew out."

Vladimir stared at Sergei and handed him a folder.

Sergei instinctively flipped through the pages and saw several blurry photos taken from a short distance away.

Sergei opened the folder, looked through it for a while, closed it, and turned to Vladimir: "Mr. Vladimir, now I know why you called me here."

Vladimir shifted his position, not sitting behind the desk, but instead pulling up a chair and sitting opposite Sergei: "Sergei Volkov, you've spent every day with him, your daughter was by his side, tell me, what kind of person is he really? This is important to me, to the world, and to Russia."

Sergei did not answer immediately. Instead, he watched the video twice more, hesitated for a long time, and then said, "The video is real."

He considered keeping Livy's secret, but given Vladimir's cautious nature, and the fact that he was willing to stake 100 billion rubles on it, Vladimir would definitely verify the sound waves he mentioned, so there was no point in covering it up.

and..

Li Wei doesn't seem to be trying to hide anything at all!

"But people online say it's special effects," Vladimir said.

"People online haven't seen it," Sergei said, "but I've seen it with my own eyes."

Vladimir thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Back in Juba?"

Sergei nodded.

Vladimir clicked his tongue in amazement: "No wonder I've never understood how you negotiated 50 years of mining rights, 10 years of tax exemption, and other things."

Sergei was not at all surprised by Vladimir's intelligence capabilities, and he wouldn't even be surprised if there were KGB agents among his bodyguards.

"The contents of this folder..." Sergei opened the folder, showing the photos inside, "...has someone been to his house?"

He vaguely recognized the background of the photos in the folder; it often appeared in Anya's selfies—it was Levi's estate on Long Island.

As a doting father who secretly checks his daughter's social media every day, Sergei is very familiar with this scene. He is even so confident that if he were to go there in person one day, he might not even need anyone to introduce him to the environment of the entire estate.

The photo shows a large group of people lying neatly on the ground, with ambulances shuttling back and forth.

Another photo shows a helicopter parked on a helipad, with several people surrounding a thin, faceless person as they walk into a building.

"The Attorney General of the United States wanted to arrest Levi's family to threaten him," Vladimir said. "But Levi discovered this."

Yes, the President of the United States personally went to apologize.

"He's a very easy person to talk to," Sergei said. "He's a good kid; he's good to whoever is good to him."

"It's hard to imagine you saying this after seeing him destroy two American nuclear-powered aircraft carriers, Sergei Volkov," Vladimir shrugged. "He's a human-shaped self-propelled nuclear bomb, and supposedly faster than any other aircraft in the world. You know what that means."

Sergei certainly knew what this meant.

This means that no missile in the world can catch up with Livy, and he can destroy all the weapons that mankind has produced so far at will.

But what does this have to do with Sergei Volkov?

He was just an ordinary businessman who had a good daughter.

Sergei almost burst out laughing when he thought about it.

But upon seeing the expression on Vladimir's face, he quickly regained his composure.

Vladimir suddenly raised his hand and pressed his ear, and Sergei then noticed a small earphone inside his cochlea.

"It's actually true." After a while, he muttered to himself.

Sergei did not speak.

Vladimir paused, then said, "LW Group issued an announcement saying that it will be broadcast live globally on January 7th. He's going to announce Xiyao, you..."

Did you know?

"To be honest, I don't know." Sergei shook his head; this time he genuinely didn't know.

Vladimir paused for a few seconds, then nodded.

"The President of the United States has already met with him," he said. "We don't know what they talked about. Could you invite him to Moscow? Or can I arrange a state visit? I'd also like to meet with him. Can you do that?"

"There's nothing I can do," Sergei said honestly. "To be honest, Mr. Vladimir thinks I'm not sure if, given his current state, my invitation to Moscow will make him realize my true intentions, since we don't communicate very often."

Vladimir remained silent.

"Then let's try another way," he said after a while. "Anna Volkova is with him. Let her take good care of him and make sure they don't fall out."

Sergei nodded; he was aware of that.

“But simply taking care of her isn’t enough,” Vladimir said. “Let her go back to Moscow. Our people can teach her how to make him unable to leave her, how to manipulate a man’s heart.”

“To be honest,” Sergei said, “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Mr. Vladimir. Anya isn’t that kind of person.”

Vladimir was utterly speechless. Sergei seemed like a completely different person today. Today's conversation was truly the one with the most truth and the fewest solutions.

"Not to mention she's my daughter, I would never allow her to step foot inside the KGB," Sergei said, "but we really..."

"Can we control him? How could we have such a ridiculous idea?"

Vladimir stared at him without saying a word for a long time.

Although Sergei was wearing a mink coat, he felt cold all over.

The decades of getting along had instilled in him a great deal of respect for the man before him.

But after nearly a minute, Vladimir finally looked away and continued to look at the documents in front of Sergei.

"I understand," he sighed suddenly. "Then let's leave it at that for now. If there's a chance, I hope you can pass on a message to him, saying that the Kremlin welcomes him to visit."

"I will pass that on," Sergei nodded.

"Be careful lately," Vladimir rubbed his temples. "Stay home as much as possible. After all, I'm not the only one trying to find him through you."

Sergei looked at him with a strange expression.

Vladimir paused for a moment before saying helplessly, "This is a genuine wish for your safety, not a threat or a warning."

19

Sergei then slowly stood up, shook hands with Vladimir, and left without drinking a drop of tea.

Anton waited at the door the whole time. When he saw Sergei come out, he didn't disturb him and just silently followed behind him.

As the two walked out of the Kremlin and back to the tarmac, dawn was just breaking. A cold wind crept up his hem and into his calves, chilling him to the bone.

It made his hair stand on end.

But Sergei was in a good mood.

Don't the presidents of Russia and the United States all have to apply to meet with Li Wei and curry favor with him?

And he, relying on his good daughter, had already established a good relationship with Li Wei beforehand... right?

Sergei boarded the first helicopter and immediately began to ponder deeply about what his relationship and state of mind were like when he and Li Wei parted ways.

After a while, he felt relieved when the helicopter slowly took off. At least he hadn't done anything too wrong as a father-in-law.

Otherwise, Li Wei wouldn't have slapped him like that, which directly eliminated his fatty liver and high blood pressure, making him incredibly healthy, and he's even lost a lot of fat around his belly recently.

Do the presidents of the United States and Russia receive this treatment?

Thinking of this, Sergei relaxed and waved his hand, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going back to rest."

"What did His Excellency the President say?" Anton asked from the side.

Sergei then realized that he had surprisingly overlooked the task Vladimir had entrusted to him.

He thought for a moment and said, "Never mind, there's no rush. Let me wake up first."

Time flies, and it's already the evening of January 6th, Eastern Time.

In Li Wei's manor, Anya lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

To show some respect for what tomorrow will bring, their makeup artist team will arrive shortly after midnight to do the makeup for the three women.

Because of the tight schedule, they all declined Li Wei's original idea of ​​sleeping together again, and the three of them went back to their respective rooms to rest.

However, none of the women felt regretful, because the four of them had already made a series of little crazy plans that no one would know about, just after Li Wei's matter was over.

But when the day actually arrived, Anya couldn't sleep.

She counted hundreds of sheep with her eyes closed, but she was still incredibly energetic.

"Ugh, Suka!" she muttered, jumped out of bed, glanced at the high-end jewelry and dress she had chosen, and then walked barefoot out of the room.

She originally intended to chat with Li Wei, but when she passed by Kim Ha-eun's room, she noticed that light was also coming through the crack in Kim Ha-eun's door.

Anya knocked on the door: "Sister He En, aren't you asleep yet?"

"Anya?" Kim Ha-eun seemed to have a face mask on. "Come in."

Anya pushed open the door and saw Kim Hae-eun, who was indeed wearing a face mask, leaning against the bed with a computer and a cup of milk tea on her lap.

Since learning that she wouldn't get acne or gain weight, Kim Ha-eun completely gave up her iced Americano habit and instead devoted herself to milk tea.

A circle that has a better energizing effect.

Upon seeing Anya, Kim Ha-eun asked, "Can't you sleep?"

Anya nodded: "Aren't you having trouble sleeping too?"

"Sleeping is too much trouble," Kim Ha-eun shook her head. "There are too many things to deal with: live streaming, company valuation, new production lines and supply chains... Although Mr. Don Quixote is leading the way, now that the decisions have been made, I also have to follow up and push things forward."

Anya glanced at the dress Kim Ha-eun would be wearing tomorrow, said nothing, and pointed to the bed: "May I sit?"

"Of course," Kim Ha-eun closed her laptop. "Would you like to chat for a while?"

"I'm very anxious," Anya plopped down next to Kim Hae-eun. "Even though I don't know what I'm anxious about, and tomorrow is Li Wei's home game, I'm still very anxious."

Kim Ha-eun sighed, "Who can argue with that? It has nothing to do with us, but it's making me a little nervous too."

She glanced at her watch: "The makeup artist will be here in two hours. Still want to sleep?"

"Let's forget it," Anya said. "Why don't we go find Liz? I'd like to have a little drink."

"She's seen it all, she must be resting now." Kim Ha-eun still had a bit of a soft spot for Elizabeth.

"No way," Anya scoffed. "She must be incredibly nervous too. She's actually quite fragile inside."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Elizabeth knocked on the door: "Horn, are you asleep?"

Kim Ha-eun responded, and Elizabeth, still in her pajamas, pushed open the door and entered, pausing for a moment when she saw Anya.

"See?" Anya said smugly, "I told you so."

"Can't you guys sleep?" Elizabeth walked to the carpet by the bed, found a cushion, and sat down. "The thought of broadcasting this live to the whole world tomorrow makes me want to throw up."

"Are you pregnant?" Anya joked.

"There's no sign of that yet," Elizabeth shook her head. "It's just that the thought of the whole world changing tomorrow makes me a little... nervous."

"What's there to be nervous about?" Kim Ha-eun comforted her. "Even if the sky falls, Old Lee will hold it up."

"Liz, you're too sensitive. Try to relax," Anya said. "When will you be as mature as me?"

Kim Hae-eun glanced at her but didn't point out her tense expression and actions.

"What's Levi doing?" Elizabeth asked. "He's probably not resting either. Why don't we go find him? He must be incredibly anxious."

"That's true," Kim Ha-eun immediately put her computer aside. "Let's go find him."

But when the three women arrived at the master bedroom, they found it empty.

It was only after Anya made a phone call that she learned Li Wei was actually on the rooftop.

After the three women, wrapped in blankets and laughing, went up to the rooftop, they saw Li Wei sitting in a chair, looking into the distance.

"Are you also having trouble sleeping because of anxiety?" Anya asked.

"No," Levi said, looking at the Manhattan skyline in the distance, "I'm incredibly excited."