Rashnikov picked up the wine glass, touched it with Li Wenjun, drank it in one gulp, and then put down the glass: "Ah, it's great. I haven't drank like this for a long time."
Tang Zhaonian wanted to hold Li Wenjun back, but he was afraid of disturbing the negotiations by speaking out.
Li Wenjun also drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and then the spicy taste went straight to Tianling Gai, and he almost spit it out.
He lowered his head, frowned slightly, closed his eyes and pressed hard.
Rashnikov started laughing: "Yes, this is the first time I've seen a Chinese drink Votega like this and still stand firm. Don't worry, I'll send someone to escort you out of this section."
Li Wenjun nodded: "Thank you very much."
Then there are the contract negotiations, the handover of technical documents, and the details of sending workers over in the future.
Li Wenjun left his business card and the contact information of the dean of the Ukrainian National Institute of Metallurgy. He waited until he got back in the car and said: "Ukraine."
Then he fell unconscious in the back seat.
Tang Zhaonian felt a little distressed and scolded: "You are a bastard. You are risking your life."
The translator said: "Well, Russians are like this. If you drink with them, everything will be easy to talk about. If you don't drink, we can have an interview together."
Rashnikov's mercenaries drove military jeeps and AK47s and escorted Li Wenjun and others to a relatively safe area before returning.
Tang Zhaonian said: "Go back to St. Petersburg first and take a plane to that damn Ukrainian State Metallurgical Institute."
When Li Wenjun woke up, he found himself on the hotel bed.
When he opened his eyes, the sunlight pierced his eyes and head, and his head hurt so much it felt like it was about to split.
"Fuck it, Wotka has great stamina."
He held his head and muttered.
How it came about, I have no idea at all.
On the bedside table next to him are the documents and agreements he bought for 10 million, and a note left by Tang Zhaonian: "Call me when you wake up. My room number is..."
Li Wenjun dialed the number: "Hey, I'm awake. How long have I been asleep?"
As soon as I made a sound, I found that my throat felt strangely hoarse, as if it had been filed with a file.
Tang Zhaonian snorted coldly: "It didn't take long, just a day and a half on the road and half a day in the hotel."
Li Wenjun rubbed his temples and smiled: "You sound like a resentful woman."
Tang Zhaonian took a deep breath: "Damn, you're a fool. I'm not afraid of you trying to stir up people with popsicles. I'm really afraid that if you add a glass of water to it, you won't be able to wake up."
Li Wenjun drank a glass of cold water and felt that his throat was much better. He said, "It's not, it's not."
Later, when he was in his forties, he drank Wotega like this with others. Now that he is so young, what should he be afraid of?
Tang Zhaonian: "I said you have almost mastered two of your skills. Why did you spend so much effort to buy them back?"
Li Wenjun: "If I say only one of them, I'm afraid they will become suspicious."
Tang Zhaonian was stunned and thought about it, mh80?
What the hell is this?
Forget it.
Tang Zhaonian said: "Next time you want to drink like this, can you say hello or let me do it?"
Li Wenjun said: "There is always one of us who has to stay awake. Besides, those who follow us are all your people."
Tang Zhaonian was silent for a while and then said: "Let's rest for a few days."
Li Wenjun said: "I finished the discussion and went back. There are a lot of things at home. The most dangerous and difficult time has passed."
Tang Zhaonian: "Where to go."
Li Wenjun said: "Dnipropetrovsk in Ukraine."
Tang Zhaonian: "Dui, in the few years I have known you, I have learned more weird knowledge than I have in decades."
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Two days later, Li Wenjun and the others were standing outside the Ukrainian State Metallurgical Institute.
Although last night, Li Wenjun told Tang Zhaonian to dress as elegantly as possible and lose the aura of a gangster.
But when Li Wenjun appeared in the hall in the morning, Tang Zhaonian was stunned for a while before he recognized him.
Li Wenjun wore a casual jacket and plain glasses.
When did this bastard change his style of dressing like this?
But not to mention, he looks really good wearing glasses.
A polite scum, that's what I'm talking about.
Tang Zhaonian narrowed his eyes: "Are you playing cross-dressing? You know we are going to talk about things today, not to pick up female college students, right?!"
Li Wenjun sneered: "Don't talk nonsense, am I that kind of person? When you go to negotiate with university professors, of course you have to dress smartly. It's not like you go to Mong Kok to kill people."
Tang Zhaonian: "No university professor will grow up like you..."
Li Wenjun tilted his head and asked: "What does it look like?"
Tang Zhaonian: "If you look like this, female students will no longer be interested in class. You are not allowed to appear in front of Ji Qingyan dressed like this in the future."
Li Wenjun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It comes again and again, decades of old jealousy, and you still haven't gotten tired of it."
Tang Zhaonian muttered: "Do you believe that if you dress like this and show yourself in front of Ji Rushi and Qu Lanxi, Tao Guangming and Yang Shouzhuo will fight you to the death?"
On the way, the translator looked a little lonely.
The more people I see these days, the more obvious the expression on the translator's face becomes.
People like Tang Zhaonian, who grew up in a Hong Kong city, cannot understand the feelings of translators at all.
But Li Wenjun can.
The translator has been here many times and witnessed the prosperity of the superpower. Now he sees with his own eyes this former big brother and comrade-in-arms, falling like a giant and breaking into pieces, being devoured by the swarming enemies.
And they claimed to be friends, not only did they not stop him, but they also robbed him together.
Rashnikov reminded them yesterday that he might be next.
Therefore, his mood has been very complicated these days, including guilt, loss, and disappointment mixed with a little anger and fear.
Li Wenjun said: "We won't."
The translator glanced at him and said nothing.
Li Wenjun added: "Yes, if we also fall, the situation will only be worse. The interactions between countries are more cruel than the interactions between people. A weak country has no diplomacy, and if it is not strong, others will not show any kindness and peace."
Morality. But don’t worry, we will not fall, at least not in our generation."
The translator nodded and sighed softly.
Li Wenjun added: "We can't stop it, so we can only join in and grab as much as we can. It's better to strengthen ourselves than to take advantage of others."
Sure enough, as Tang Zhaonian said, when Li Wenjun entered the university campus, people kept coming to chat with him and looking back at him.
Li Wenjun has a tall nose and deep eyes, so no one would doubt that he is of mixed race.
Entering the principal's office, the principal looked at Li Wenjun with the same look as the gangster who deceived more than a dozen female students and was reported to him.
The business card Li Wenjun handed over said "Chairman of Wenjun University, Visiting Professor".
Tang Zhaonian was amazed: He had never seen such a shameless person.
I don’t know how many versions of this business card there are.
But thinking about it carefully, it seems that he was not bragging.
