Young Master Genius
Chapter 26
The Chevrolet drove slowly on the streets of St. Petersburg among European-made cars. If Stefan wanted to, he could buy ten Porsches right now, but he'd rather have uncle sam's product.
The tough days after a long day in office made him tired. Accompanied by his bodyguards tonight he has arrived at his apartment.
Now on this top floor there is only one. He picked up the cup of coffee he had bought at a coffee shop. Stefan sat on the couch facing the TV.
Enjoy this beautiful night. Tired of watching tv, Stefan played billiards for an hour. Long ago in America billiards was one of his favorites.
Tired of playing billiards, he headed to the gym and worked out for more than an hour. Karaoke anyway. All facilities are enjoyed until it does not feel the time is at one midnight.
However, he could not sleep tonight even though some of the office business had improved. Investors started coming back and their oil and gas customers started offering prices.
Tomorrow Stefan has a schedule to fly to several countries to see the condition of every Fadeyka company. This is the great risk of a CEO of Fadeyka Energy, namely working visits to all companies around the world.
On Monday he is scheduled to fly to China and then later to North Korea. He'll check Fadeyka's company there.
Then, Stefan leaned on his sofa. His blue eyes were red. He stroked his forehead as if he wanted to let go of various problems.
At the same time, from a distance of about a hundred meters from the apartment, the car brand Lada metallic brown had been five hours entrenched, continuing to lurk toward the apartment Stefan.
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Zahid was supposed to go to Germany this weekend to take care of his business, but because he had to solve problems in Switzerland and Russia, he had already confirmed to the German company that he would not leave.
This morning Zahid jogged along with Hanz and Avraam. Zahid wore a grey training pantsuit and a white shirt. Avraam wears knee-length red shorts and a white t-shirt. Hanz wore black training and a black sweater, covering his head. They all wear one-tick branded sports shoes.
For almost an hour they exercised. While walking around the area around this old house, they talked.
Hanz who was in the middle patted both his friend's shoulders. “I've found the position of BlackCarbon. They were in Moscow and Sevastopol. They manipulate IP Address every hour.”
“But the carcass was smelled too,” comments Avraam.
“Hanz, are they really the same person?”
“Obviously, they're the same person. I pretended to buy their data. Furthermore, the data they sell is important data CERN and Fadeyka. There are also other than that, such as Russian government, FSB, Police, and Defense data.”
“Why should data?” ask Zahid.
“Because data is as valuable as oil and particles. What if your privacy is known by many, Zahid?”
“Sure will be very dangerous.”
“That's. Moreover, data of companies, organizations, and state institutions. If it falls to an inappropriate person, it will certainly be very dangerous, such as ****** and enemies of Russia.”
Hanz spoke calmly, walked calmly, and thought calmly.
The body began to contain. His muscles began to appear enlarged. Soon he will cut off Avraam and Zahid.
“Do Fadeyka people already know where they are, Hanz?” ask Avraam.
“Stay calm, Bro.” Avraam watches them in turn.
When he was at the door, Avraam had officers stand guard outside. And the three of them went into the house.
“Why not now?” ask Zahid.
Hanz looked into the eyes of the two of them alternately, then calmly replied, “I want to play around with them first. If they are arrested, they will keep their mouths shut and will not tell the whereabouts of their boss. Just like that captured American, he won't open his mouth. So, now I want to find out where their boss is directly.”
“How about they switch locations again?”
“Time to play need not linger, Zahid. Sometimes we have to take them seriously. I don't know if they're selling data on the Dark Web to their bosses, or if their games are private. Just like that American, he betrayed his boss.”
Avraam smile. “That's how if the work thought only money.”
“BlackCarbon has a fairly extensive network in Russia. I suspect at the same time there are more than five of their servers accessing the Dark Web and their positions vary.”
“Fast! I just want to make sure, once this game is over, I'll give this information to the FSB, let them follow up.”
Hanz. After a shower and breakfast, she walks into her IT room.
Zahid and Avraam offered help, but Hanz said, “I want to be alone. Please you two practice shooting.”
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Hanz walked around his office and watched every side and corner as well as all his workers.
Knowing that, many office people who waver and immediately return to his work.
“You are Corporate Slaves! Never be lazy! Now our company is starting to improve. Now we have the new programmers in the office. Now we also have new data analysts and marketing. Everything's been overhauled. If anything is not good, I will immediately remodel it. Want you guys to fire ha?”
All employees are silent.
The company is rising or falling apparently Stefan is the same, like his character, the main reason is the lineage and habits of young time.
“So morning I saw a tissue on the stairs, just now I saw the tissue was still there, you OB, you work no shit! Now I'm getting fired! Get away from my company!”
Especially last night Stefan was sleep deprived. His eyes are still red. He watched all his men one by one.
They all bowed down no one dared to speak, including the company leaders who had worked thirty years more in Fadeyka.
Half the office people are Russians, a small percentage of Europeans and Americans, and very few other than that.
While lower-class workers like security and OB are all Russian.
This rule has been in effect for a long time. Slowly the existence of Russians, especially those who adhere to the ideology of Karl Marx, continues to be eliminated.
“You're a technician from Germany!”
The man nodded.
“Are you of Nazi descent?”
The man shook his head.
“Did your grandfather go to war with the Soviet Union?”
The man nodded again.
“What do you not do is a German Jew?”
The man nodded again.
“Post of World War 2, rainbow flags fluttering in Germany and not a few of them being weak men like you. It's so sorry for Germany now. Used to be brave, now so kemayu.”
Stefan gave a glance.
“You are a new programmer from the UK! Did your grandfather go to war with the Nazis?”
The man nodded.
“Good! May that patriotic soul descend upon a grandson like you.”
Stefan.
“Look at our leader! CMO, COO, CFO, and CTO. All Americans! All geniuses, including me as CEO! I'm proud to bleed American.”
At the same time, the Russian car brand Lada metallic brown from earlier entrenched not far from the office of Fadeyka Energy.
