Siheyuan: I, the bully is here, I will die quickly

As soon as Zhang Xuemu got out of the car, he felt the chill coming to his face.

Tool men No. [-] and No. [-] came to him respectfully.

"Master, our delegation has returned home, and we have agreed with the representatives of the Soviet side to negotiate tomorrow afternoon."

Zhang Xuemu nodded after hearing this: "Since we don't meet until tomorrow afternoon, take me to play first."

Zhang Xuemu shook his cloak and walked out of the station in a chic manner.

Maosk has the Great Kremlin Red House, the Multi-Palace, the Church of the Empress Dowager, the Senate Building, and the Bell Tower of Ivan the Great, etc.

Zhang Xuemu spent money at will to ride in the car and play in this famous strange city.

Maosco's buildings are famous all over the world for their magnificence and majesty.

The colors of urban buildings appear elegant, solemn, rich and charming as a whole.

Yellow, green, and purple, paired with white, look very exotic.

Zhang Xuemu got hungry after shopping for a while, and wanted to try the local food.

He brought two tool men to a restaurant. The locals were hospitable and hospitable. When he saw three foreigners, the whole shop enthusiastically surrounded them.

All kinds of warm greetings rang in Zhang Xuemu's ears, but he couldn't understand a word.

Fortunately, No. [-] was the interpreter, so he asked for some food.

The restaurant offered Zhang Xuemu black bread and salt, which are enjoyed by people with high social status.

Because they have discovered that the two tall middle-aged people respect and take care of Zhang Xuemu extremely.

The local old man knew that this young man was not simple, and gave him the warmest hospitality.

In addition to rye bread, they also served well-known specialty foods, such as caviar, pickles, yogurt, and so on.

Of course, these fruits were saved before, and they eat all frozen fruits directly without peeling.

There was also a drink called "Kvass" on the table, and Zhang Xuemu had also heard this name in later generations.

The translation in the local dialect means fermentation.

"You don't have to go tomorrow on the [-]th. Follow my train back home tonight. You take the money and use your identity to apply for a place. Find a place and wait for my instructions."

Zhang Xuemu, speaking, took out a wad of money and handed it to No. [-].

Today he ate kippers, stewed frozen meat, and uniquely shaped Bollinger cakes
In order to facilitate communication, Zhang Xuemu spent ten points learning Russian.

The next day, Zhang Xuemu and No. [-] walked through the red wool carpet and came to a room with a simple wooden structure.

"Old friend! Who is this?" A fat old man with a slightly raised beard patted No. [-] with a smile.

"This is my master!" Number Seven said seriously.

The fat old man laughed loudly: "Are you kidding me? My friend, your master?"

Although Su people are enthusiastic, their enthusiasm is for their partners.

But Zhang Xuemu, a young man, made the Su people not believe it.

Zhang Xuemu didn't care and went straight into the room and sat down by himself.

He soon discovered that there was an old antique on the table, which was not something from Su.

"How did this come about?" Zhang Xuemu said in Russian.

The fat old man's smile froze immediately.

He said in disbelief: "You can speak our language?"

"How could you be so young?"

Zhang Xuemu said lightly: "Aren't we just here to discuss business? How can we talk if we don't understand the language?"

"You idiot, if I say that, you'll have to commit suicide!"

The fat old Maozi suddenly heard Zhang Xuemu speak a foreign language, and he really made a mistake.

"What did your master say?" The fat man looked at Number Seven begging for help.

Number seven sat aside as if nothing had happened.

"I mean, let's talk!" Zhang Xuemu said in Russian.

The fat man frowned and sat over, and now he offered to stretch out his right hand.

Zhang Xuemu shook hands with him lightly.

"I heard that those sable furs belong to you?" The fat old Maozi asked directly.

Zhang Xuemu nodded: "Can you buy them all at once?"

The fat man nodded: "I've already prepared the money, I'm just curious, why do you have so much of such a precious thing?"

Zhang Xuemu smiled: "I can get anything, as long as you can give me what I want."

The fat man looked at Zhang Xuemu in surprise.

He really couldn't believe that this young man dared to say that, even the delegation he had just met didn't dare to promise so.

"Little brother, I don't think you misunderstand!" The fat old man snorted and said, "I have a big business in Suzhou, and our country has a great demand for supplies now."

"Can you really provide what we need?"

Zhang Xuemu beckoned to No. [-], and immediately asked No. [-] to take out a bottle.

"Here is the wine produced by one of our factories. Now we reserve [-] tons a month. I have more grain and more livestock. I have whatever you ask for!"

The fat old man was dumbfounded: "[-] tons?"

This is enough for half a year's output of their large winery.

Lao Maozi couldn't believe it, but seeing No. [-]'s determined look, and thinking that he could make hundreds of such precious sable furs, this person is really strange.

He couldn't help but take a sip, took the bottle and opened it.

His eyes lit up.

The whole world knows that Lao Maozi likes to drink, and they also know that they drink so much that they can beat a bear.

"It's delicious! It's very pure." The old Maozi said in admiration, "I want to visit your place."

Zhang Xuemu immediately said: "We have a separate warehouse, which is located in Haishi on the coast. You can go to our warehouse. Of course there are many things there. I believe you will also be interested."

"It's just that our domestic demand is also very large. If you want these goods, you'd better confirm first. If you don't have the ability, I don't think so."

The old man immediately waved his hand and said: "Wait, this way, as soon as your things arrive, I can give you the money immediately, and then I will take people to Haishi to have a look!"

Zhang Xuemu got up and pointed to the enamel vase on the table: "This will be your deposit, how about it?"

The fat old man was taken aback for a moment, this thing was given to him by someone else.

But thinking that if we can really cooperate with this person to solve the problem of domestic food and supplies, let alone a bottle, even this building can give it.

"Okay!" The fat old man looked at the vase, clicked his mouth, and said, "This is also given to me by your compatriots. I hope what you said is true. Maybe I won't be the one who sees you."

Zhang Xuemu smiled, put on his hat and stood up.

"Goodbye!"

Number seven stood up and nodded, then picked up the vase and left with Zhang Xuemu.

Red Star Zhang Steel Factory, office building.

A girl trotted to the Propaganda Department.

"Have you heard? Zhang Xuemu negotiated a big order for the factory, and even got a few motorcycles!"

"Yu Haitang!" The girl said and shouted inside: "The director asked you to interview Zhang Xuemu. You need to make a report and give a commendation."

After hearing this, Yu Haitang narrowed her eyes.

The factory flower has long had a strong interest in this man: "I know."