Volume 6 [The tiger is strong even when it goes to sea] NO.156 The changed form
Alvaev has his own shrewdness. He will not leave China. He will not leave China until Georgia, a useless country, completely collapses.
Thanks to the Internet and the global village, now he feels very good.
The original team of Georgian Alvaev Steel successfully entered China Shipping. At the high-tech steel plant, materials science experts from the Academy of Sciences hired with high salaries have already settled in. Most of the equipment here is not the most advanced in the country.
But it is also at the forefront.
"Pakistani?"
Zhang Ben looked at the fat man Arvaev.
Fatty Pig mysteriously took him for lunch today. The steak tasted good, with black pepper flavor.
"Listen, this is a lot of money. It only takes us half a month at most to start production. With so many raw materials stockpiled, it's just a lighting ceremony."
Arvaev waved the fork in his hand and said, "What do you think?"
"Let me talk to Dongfang Gang?" Zhang Ben frowned and looked at him.
The dead fat pig rubbed his hands. At this time, he was served a roast goose, and he directly tore off the goose legs with his hands.
"For an order worth 250 million US dollars, you only need to talk to the mayor and you will be able to get on the line. The Pakistani guy has a good relationship with me, but he does not recognize the Georgian steel merchants, but it is different now.
We are a Chinese company now, aren’t we?”
Then, the fat pig snapped his fingers, and with a snap, he saw his assistant walking over, placing the document next to Zhang Ben, and then opened it page by page.
"Arms factory? What they want is special steel."
Zhang Ben frowned and said.
Arvaev waved the goose leg: "This is big money. Don't worry, the former Soviet Union has a lot of legacy."
The fat pig blinked, and then Zhang Ben suddenly realized that this ghost place, Stalin's hometown, was not without its merits. Of course, its scenery was still pretty good.
“Can we produce?”
Zhang Ben asked strangely.
It seems that if their high-tech steel manufactures military steel, can it be exported?
"Why not? We are a Chinese company!"
Arvaev said mysteriously: "Look at the next page!"
The assistant turned the next page, and Zhang Ben was stunned: "When did we have such an agreement?"
"Just two days ago."
The fat pig secretly felt happy: Bastard, if I had the connections of an idiot like you, I could expand my assets twenty times!
At this time, Zhang Bi also understood. Obviously, there was his factor in this.
This is indeed the case. Shang Hexin sold him a favor. The current high-tech steel factory can put its name on the ministries and commissions. Even Zhang Ben himself didn't believe it if he said it didn't matter.
This Boss Shang is really impeccable.
While Zhang Ben was secretly admiring in his heart, he also thought of something: "Is it enough to just tell Dongfang Gang?"
"certainly!"
Alvaev raised his voice: "You still don't know your status in his heart. It's absolutely beyond imagination. Believe me, you are unique to him. It's just some convenient door and you just turn a blind eye."
What's more, it's not like we don't have that capability. I've redeployed 60% of all the technical backbone, and they will get off the plane tomorrow. Believe me, it's worth it in order to make a lot of money."
Use a 250 million order for the lighting ceremony?
In fact, the delivery and installation of the No. 2 blast furnace have already begun. It is incredible.
Just a year ago, that place was still a barren land, a semi-developed area along the river, but now the surrounding area will undergo earth-shaking changes.
American Air Liquide will also build a factory next to it, and the high-tech steel plant can also produce oxygen. This gathering of steel plants from the 16 countries is actually an exchange of new technologies. For Zhang Bi and Alvaev
, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"Okay, I'll give it a try."
Zhang Ben gnawed the cooked steak clean, wiped his mouth carelessly with a napkin, got up and left the restaurant.
After confirming that Zhang Bi had gone downstairs, Fatty Pig sighed: "A young man who has no idea how influential he is. Gee, what an enviable life."
He took a sip of red wine, then picked up the phone and answered a call.
"Hey baby, where are you?"
"Dad, I think I saw that boy coming downstairs?"
Melpova's voice was full of disappointment.
"Of course, we had a great conversation. Hey, baby, daddy will make a lot of money this time. China is such a good place. Is there any other country on this blue planet that needs a lot of steel? The answer is China."
He was talking endlessly about promoting his theory, and Melpova was coming down the stairs. She changed into a light blue dress, wore exquisite jewelry, and had a beautiful hairstyle. This ocean horse was obviously
It has been carefully dressed.
After sitting down, I had a glass of water, and then I cut the bread with a knife very boringly.
"Baby, you don't seem to be in a very good mood."
Arvaev said seriously.
"Oh, maybe it's because there is a photography class in the afternoon. You know, my students are very energetic." Melpova pursed her lips and nodded with her father.
Arvaev asked strangely: "But you are not in a high mood, why do you still dress so... so, so formal and grand? Are you going to a dance? Are you going on a date?"
"Okay dad, let's talk about something else." Melpova looked at Arvaev and said.
The fat man smiled and said, "Okay, let's talk about that Chinese tiger. Hey, baby, you know, this kid has no idea how capable he is..."
"dad!"
"Okay, let's talk about the weather in China..."
…
At the Pentium Era Racecourse, Dongfang Gang was chatting with some people here, and they were having a good time. The security personnel outside were all on guard. Inside the racecourse, Huang Silang, who was a little far away, was drinking with a few small shareholders.
Juice, there were a few French guys laughing and saying something next to it, and Huang Shilang was dancing with his sleeves, and the atmosphere was good.
Dongfang Gang saw him from a distance, and both parties nodded in greeting from a distance. Dongfang Gang held the whip in his hand and led a maroon horse behind him. The other people were wearing casual clothes, not very formal riding attire.
He has the dark skin of South Asians, but he looks kinder.
Not as arrogant and ignorant as the Hindustani Aryans, but more humble.
These are Pakistanis. Of course, they seemed to be listening to Dongfang Gang's introduction very seriously.
Surrounded by another group of people, all kinds of people, foreigners, Chinese, black people, white people.
Dongfang Gang is the central figure in this circle.
Zhang Bi drove a very ordinary Volkswagen car to a stop in the Pentium Era. Not far away was the Dongjiang Golf Course. You could see many luxury cars and supercars, as well as some well-dressed handsome guys smiling and inviting beautiful girls.
It's rare to wear formal clothes for so long.
The suit that Xia Zhenzhen chose for him was really just right. In the words of Sha Niu, if I had met you two years ago, my sister would have fallen into trouble.
In the past two years, my hair has not even grown.
Wearing a suit, he put one hand in his trouser pocket, revealing a shiny silver watch, loosened his tie, and wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses that Xia Zhenzhen specially selected.
The lenses are in a weird arc. In Sha Niu's words, it looks a bit like a nerd, less like someone who is fooling around with women outside.
But what surprised Sha Niu was that this pair of glasses, which were supposed to be very bad, actually neutralized the fierceness. There was a sense of intertwining of strength and wisdom, which actually made her look serious.
Zhang Bi looked like he had experienced business wars for a long time.
An unexpected discovery.
"What are you doing? I'm doing business."
I answered the phone and it was Xia Zhenzhen.
The Pentium Era membership card was pretty easy to use, I just showed it and got in.
Then someone came over and led him to the dedicated stables.
Of course, Zhang Bi's stable is obviously unique.
That horse... forget it, the staff here said that getting injured is as simple as eating.
"In the city that never sleeps in Huahua World, there are as many women as dogs waiting to catch Kaizi over there in Zhonghai, so you have to hold on!"
"Am I like a hungry person?"
Zhang Bi asked with a frown.
"do not you?"
"Hang up the phone, I want to talk about business."
"screw you!"
I hung up the phone with a click, but Xia Zhenzhen really didn't call. Instead, he sent a text message, accompanied by an angry photo, taken right now.
Seeing this angry photo, Zhang Ben smiled knowingly and suddenly felt much relieved.
After tugging on her tie, the waitress here took Zhang Bi and changed into a riding outfit, a pair of riding boots, a pair of Nanquan Kung Fu pants, and a white Shaanbei short coat.
When I came over, I passed by a row of rest rooms and many people were surprised.
A handsome young man in a formal suit, but wearing a pair of rigid-looking black-rimmed glasses. Although they are flat glasses, this contradictory temperament is very interesting.
Some women who came with their companions nervously took out the dressing mirror from their handbags to touch up their makeup, and then asked the female companion next to them in a low voice: "Have we seen that person before?"
In just over half a year, because of Huang Silang, this place has become a resting place for the petty bourgeoisie and the upper class.
A high-end private room is like a club or club.
"That handsome man? Hey, hey, don't be crazy, okay?"
"I heard he is the man of that little bitch Xia Zhenzhen."
"Pretty face? You don't look like that."
A group of bastards were chattering, but they were shocked to see Huang Silang, the president of Sihai Industrial, standing up to greet him, followed by a group of small shareholders who kept saying hello, which surprised the group of bastards.
"Wow! No!"
Then, they saw Dongfang Gang, the powerful man in Zhonghai City, walking over, and he shook hands politely.