Nikolayev Shipyard, also known as the Black Sea Shipyard, was the fifth largest shipyard and the only aircraft carrier assembly plant during the former Soviet Union. All aircraft carriers in the former Soviet Union were assembled here, and at its heyday it had a total of 25,000 employees.

But the good times did not last long. Since the collapse of the Soviet Union, Nikolayev's shipyard was placed under Ukraine, and then it entered a period of decline. Ukraine's own economy was in a downturn. In addition, Ukrainian leaders believed in the persuasion of the United States and other Western countries and actually "destroyed their own martial arts", which caused the lives of tens of thousands of factory workers to fall into difficulties.

Fortunately, Nikolaev Shipyard is also the largest shipyard in Ukraine after all, so the Ukrainian government naturally cannot sit idly by and watch it go bankrupt. From the 1990s to the 20th century, the Ukrainian government has continuously given policies and injected funds, which has prevented it from going bankrupt. Despite this, the pressure of survival still hit Nikolavic, the general manager of the shipyard, which also made him half his hair bald when he was less than fifty years old.

However, Nikolavic was very happy today because Nikolaev Shipyard welcomed a group of customers, to be precise, customers who intend to place orders with Nikolaev Shipyard.

In front of the building of the shipyard headquarters, Nikolavic led several high-level shipyards to a Mercedes-Benz sedan that had just parked at the door, and smiled at a leading guest who had just got off the car and stretched out his right hand: "Dear Vladimir, I am so happy to see you... Welcome to Nikolaev Shipyard!"

After seeing Nikolavic, Vladimir, who always looks serious on weekdays, also smiled: "Dear Nikolavic, you haven't seen each other for half a year, and you look so good. It seems that you have lived a good life during this period!"

"That's a bad thing, I'm almost out of food." Nikolavic couldn't help but complain: "You don't know. The shipyard has no orders for almost a year. More than 10,000 people in the factory are pointing at me for dinner. Do you think I'm fine? Anyway, I don't care. You come here and say that you have to leave me a few orders."

Seeing the two people joking with each other, several senior shipyard executives following Nikolavic also smiled on their faces. As a Ukrainian, who doesn’t know that Vladimir is the largest arms dealer in Ukraine. If he could get an order for one or two boats from him, the shipyard’s life would definitely be greatly improved.

"Hahaha..." Vladimir couldn't help laughing, and waved his hand and said, "Dear Nikolavic, you've flattered the wrong way this time. Today I'm here with my friend. If you want to order, you have to convince him. And I'll remind you that my friend is very rich!"

After hearing Vladimir's words, Nikolavic turned his eyes to the person who had not spoken. It didn't matter when he saw it. Nikolavic was stunned because the person standing beside Vladimir was actually a yellow man with black hair and black eyes.

Only then did Nikolavic realize that this yellow man was the master of love. He quickly stepped forward and stretched out his right hand and said enthusiastically in half-baked English: "Welcome... Welcome guests from far away... I am Nikolavic Ilych Ulyanov, the general manager of the shipyard. You can call me Nikolavic like Vladimir. Are you Korean, Japanese or Chinese?"

The other party also smiled and stretched out his right hand: "Hello, Mr. Nikolavic, my name is Yang Feng, I am from China!"

I never thought that when I heard Yang Feng's words, Nikolavic slapped his thigh and blurted out in proficient Chinese: "Oh... It turns out that you are a Chinese. I see that your energy is so refreshing that you don't look like a Korean or Japanese!"

This time it was Yang Feng's turn to be surprised. If he heard it correctly, the other party spoke not only Chinese, but also authentic Northeastern dialect. If this accent is not judging his face, no one would know that the other party was actually an old man.

Looking at the surprised look on Yang Feng's face, Vladimir also smiled: "Dear Yang, I'm afraid you don't know yet. Nikolavic served in Vladivostok (Vladivostok) for eight years in the 1980s. He learned his fluent Chinese at that time."

Nikolavic also said proudly: "It's not me that I'm bragging. When I served in Vladivostok, I often deal with people in Heilongjiang. I ate meat and drank wine in big mouthfuls, and I couldn't tell how happy it was."

"Oh... no wonder!" Yang Feng suddenly realized that this old man with half-haired hair actually served in Vladivostok for eight years when he was young. No wonder he spoke so fluently in Chinese.

After such a conversation, the original unfamiliarity between the two sides was immediately brought closer and the atmosphere became harmonious. At the invitation of Nikolavic, Vladimir and Yang Feng and his group invited them to the general manager's room. Soon a tall secretary in a blue and white uniform walked in with a tray, and then placed the teacup in the tray on the coffee table.

Nikolavic pointed to the tea cup and smiled, "Mr. Yang, you Chinese like to drink tea. I happen to have some tea leaves that I just got from China. Come and taste it and see how it tastes?"

"Okay... I'll try it." Yang Feng was not polite either. He picked up the teacup and took a sip. After closing his eyes and savoring it, he nodded slowly: "Yes, it has a slightly bitter taste when it enters, and then smells fragrant. It is indeed the best West Lake Longjing."

"Awesome!" Nikolavic raised his thumb and praised, "There are many people drinking tea in China, but not many people can tell the origin of the tea in one sip. It seems that Mr. Yang is a knowledgeable person."

"It's nothing, I'll be able to drink too much." Faced with Nikolavic's praise, Yang Feng smiled faintly.

As the saying goes, "House to move your energy and nourish your body." Yang Feng stayed in another time and space for so long. The people he contacted every day were either emperors or important officials of the court, so his food, clothing and expenses naturally began to be more particular. In addition, Zheng Tuoniang, who was used to exquisite life, was teaching by words and deeds, so his taste naturally changed.

After drinking a few sips of tea, Nikolavic said to Yang Feng with great interest: "Brother, when I see your spirit, I know that you have served as soldiers like me and Vladimir. Where did you serve in the past? Army, Air Force or Navy?"

Yang Feng hesitated for a moment before slowly shook his head and said, "I... haven't been a soldier."

"Have you been a soldier?" Nikolavic widened his eyes, looked at Yang Feng carefully for a while, and said unhappily: "No... You are lying to me, I'm sure you have been a soldier, and you have also been on the battlefield to command battles and kill people. Otherwise, you would never have that smell. I can use my personality to guarantee it."
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