Song Zhichao knew a truth very early on; there are no eternal enemies or eternal friends in this world, only long-lasting benefits.

For the sake of profit, the enemy can turn enemies into friends with you.

For the sake of profit, friends can also become enemies with you.

In contrast, Song Zhichao felt that his relationship with Papluv was based on extremely fragile "interests" from the beginning.

Therefore, as long as you are bewitched by greater interests outside, this temporary cooperative relationship will be immediately broken.

When Song Zhichao was sent by Bapurov to escort out of the hotel, Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong were still dining in the restaurant.

It was very windy and snow outside. Song Zhichao was pushed into a car and was then sandwiched between two Russian men, unable to move at all.

Paplov sat in the passenger seat, biting a large cigar and said, "Go away!"

Song Zhichao groaned in discomfort, and then said to the two Russian men who escorted him: "You'd better stay away from me and don't let the cold spread to you - Ah Yeh!"

The two originally ferocious men frowned in disgust, then shook their heads, trying to distance themselves from Song Zhichao.

"Light, light!" The car was driving in the snow.

Song Zhichao did not have the slightest awareness of being kidnapped, and fell asleep in the warm car with his eyes squinting.

Looking at Song Zhichao who was sleeping comfortably, he turned around and bite the big cigar and had to vomit a sip of thick smoke in admiration.

...

I don't know how long it took.

Song Zhichao was awakened by the inertia of the car's sudden stop.

I opened my eyes and looked at it. There was a strange place in front of me, and I didn’t know where I was taken.

Next to him, two Russian men with him were already getting off the car.

When Song Zhichao was wondering whether he would follow him, under the instruction of Paplov, Song Zhichao had been pulled from the warm car ruthlessly by two big men.

Huh!

As soon as it came out, a strong wind came to the face.

The cold wind mixed with ice and snow wrapped Song Zhichao tightly.

The damn snowflakes penetrated into Song Zhichao's neck, making his nose, which had relieved a little bit, itchy again. Then, as expected, Ah sneezes all over the sky.

After finally waiting for Song Zhichao to finish sneezing, he saw clearly everything in front of him.

I saw a grand building that had just been completed. There was still a lot of stirred cement and stones left around the building.

Looking at the building again, it looked like a giant beast lying dormant in the snow. A cold wind swept down from the top of the building, passing through the empty building, making a heart-wrenching whine.

"Let's go up!" A big man saw Song Zhichao staring at the building in a daze, and pushed him behind him.

At this time, Bapurov said: "Be polite, don't be so rude to Boss Song!"

Then, Bapurov said to Song Zhichao with a little tits: "My subordinates are a little rude, sorry!"

Song Zhichao also smiled at him and said, "It's okay. For me, the rude behavior is much more comfortable to look at than those who betray friends for the sake of profit!"

Bapurov didn't care about Song Zhichao's sarcasm to him, but just made a very polite invitation posture and said, "Go in, my friend, someone wants to see you, he's inside."

Seeing this, Song Zhichao didn't say anything more and walked into the newly built building in the wind and snow.

...

From the outside, the building is dark.

When I walked into the building, I found that there was electricity inside. With a few snaps, the voice-controlled lights all turned on.

Under the leadership of Paplov and others, Song Zhichao quickly followed everyone to a hall.

I saw seven or eight Russians waiting in the hall, gasoline barrels lit bonfires, and they were chatting and talking.

Seeing that Paplov came, the group immediately stopped and looked very respectful.

Papluv nodded at them, then snapped his fingers at Song Zhichao's elder brother, and the man behind Song Zhichao pushed Song Zhichao to the bonfire.

"Where is the person? Who wants to see me?" Song Zhichao looked around, but he didn't see any acquaintance.

"Don't worry, dear Song, you will meet your old friend soon!" Bapurov said with a smile.

The Russian men also laughed. Someone pulled out the barbecue potatoes from the bonfire, rubbed them cleanly, and threw them to Papluv.

Bapurov found a chair to sit down, then ate the fragrant roasted potatoes, drank vodka spirits, and looked very calm and calm.

Song Zhichao declined the baked potatoes that Bapurov gave him, took out a tissue and wiped his nose, and then said to Bapurov: "Is there any cold medicine here?"

Bapurov was stunned, as if he didn't expect Song Zhichao didn't want to bake potatoes or vodka, so he actually asked himself for cold medicine, and he couldn't help but find it funny. The others understood and laughed.

"Dear Song, sometimes I really don't understand what your brain is thinking." Bapurov couldn't help but say, "In my opinion, what you should care about at this time is who you want to meet and what will happen after seeing it. Maybe you will be imprisoned here. Don't mention eating roasted potatoes, you won't even have to eat potato skins."

"So, if I were you, I would learn to be smarter. In such a tight moment, I would not consider any damn cold medicine, but fill my stomach first, and then drink a few sips of vodka comfortably, and then wait for the person I want to meet easily - smart people should choose this way, right?"

Faced with Bapurov's "serious teachings", Song Zhichao just frowned and asked, "Is there really no cold medicine?"

Paplov: "…"

I feel like what I said just now was in vain.

Song Zhichao didn't take this seriously at all. He thought he was, and he was still thinking about cold medicine at this time. Maybe you would lose your life later. Damn guy, he is so disrespectful to himself.

Seeing that Bapurov was confused, Song Zhichao had to endure the discomfort and explained: "Dear Bapurov, I know you are doing your best for me, but I love me. It seems that this damn cold is more uncomfortable than killing me. So, do you really have no cold medicine?"

Paplov: "…"

Then he looked around and shouted to his subordinates: "Who do you have cold medicine? Take it out!"

So, the vicious Russians began to turn over their clothes and pockets. Unfortunately, they had ghost medicine.

Just then, a voice said, "Do you want to take cold medicine? I happen to have some here!"

While talking, an old man walked in from outside with a smile.

There was also a young man and a Russian beauty following him.

Song Zhichao looked at the man and couldn't help laughing: "Who am I thinking it is? It turns out that Mr. Cha wants to see me!"
Chapter completed!