The money for a stake in the Russian Gas Industry Group hasn't been raised yet, and another expense has come up.
One day at the end of March, A Bu suddenly called.
"Misha, been busy lately?"
Wang Ye chuckled: "I'm too busy to even breathe. Sometimes, I admire you. You've hidden away in Chukotka, away from the Emperor's prying eyes. Every day, you either go hunting, skiing, drink coffee, or puff on a cigar. That's the life. What am I after? I'm just the Deputy Speaker of Duma, busier than the guy in the Kremlin himself."
He only complained in front of A Bu, not meaning to overstate, because A Bu understood Wang Ye's feelings.
As expected, upon hearing Wang Ye, A Bu laughed heartily:
"You're still young. It's right to work hard. If you're tired in a few years, you could go to a remote area like I did, become a governor, Siberia is nice. By the way, I'm not in Chukotka. Guess where I am?"
A thought crossed Wang Ye's mind: Where was A Bu?
