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Chapter 125 You don’t want to watch me go to Siberia to dig potatoes, do you?

As expected, Sergei became drunk and unconscious after two bottles of vodka.

Zhang Hu looked at the twelve Russian delegation members he had knocked down. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Director, I'm sorry!"

"I didn't expect they couldn't drink so much. Next time I sign a contract, I will drink more slowly."

Zhao Ye looked at these Russian men who drank more than two bottles of vodka each. He touched his nose and had a new definition of poor alcohol tolerance in his mind.

He pulled Li Yunfei aside with some concern, and then lowered his voice and asked, "Director, your beloved general will not be ill if he drinks like this, right?"

"Should we call an ambulance and take him to the hospital for a checkup?"

So the contract is important, but it would not be worth it if something goes wrong due to drinking.

If someone dies while drinking, according to the law, the person who urged him to drink will not be able to escape.

Li Yunfei laughed and explained: "No need, I have checked it out. It is a gifted talent."

"Have you heard of innate immunity to alcohol, where you can drink a lot without getting drunk?"

The metabolism of alcohol in the human body mainly depends on alcohol deoxygenase and acetaldehyde deoxygenase.

People who have a poor alcohol tolerance generally have low activity of these two enzymes in their bodies. If they drink too much, ethanol will circulate throughout the body through metabolism, paralyzing the nerves, which is what makes people drunk.

Zhang Hu has a special physique. The activity of these two enzymes in his body is very high, which can metabolize and consume the alcohol in the body in a short time.

When he drinks, it's basically like drinking soda. Apart from going to the bathroom frequently, he doesn't get drunk, and the harm to his body is minimal.

"Director, do you think this is God's gift?"

"If I had this physique, I would definitely make everyone around me who likes to drink quit drinking. I'm so envious!" Zhao Ye said with emotion.

As a former sales manager, he has a lot of drinking buddies around him.

The motto of those people is to not care about life and death, just fight if you don't agree, and drink until you die as long as you don't die.

Sooner or later, I will have to teach those guys a lesson and let them know what a real drunkard is!

One day at noon.

It was already past lunch time when members of the Russian delegation began to wake up from the guesthouse one after another.

These people had dry mouths and a splitting headache, and heard someone saying: Sorry!

It was like a devilish sound in their ears. As Russian drunkards, it was the first time for them to be drunk like this at the table.

After Li Yunfei learned that these guys were sober, he asked someone to bring some sobering soup and hurried over with a smile.

Sergei drank the sobering soup and felt much weaker.

He said in a sincere and passionate tone: "My dear Davari, our tricycle is in your hands now."

"If I can't bring back these two thousand tricycles within a month, we might have to go to court-martial!"

"Ah? Military court?" Zhao was also confused.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Sergei also realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he immediately began to quibble.

"No, not a military court. Our boss is a farmer and an oligarch."

"His methods are terrible. If we don't return with the tricycle within a month, he will send us all to Siberia to dig potatoes!"

"So, my fellow Dawalis, I'm in charge of this electric tricycle. Please make sure to complete the order on time!"

Li Yunfei held Sergey's hand and said, "Don't worry, since we signed the contract yesterday, we have already started upgrading the production line overnight."

"It won't take a month, at most twenty days, for these two thousand tricycles to be delivered on time, it's just the follow-up contract."

The Warwick factory had been on the verge of bankruptcy. When employees learned that they would receive triple overtime pay, they all showed great enthusiasm for working overtime.

If you have the money and don’t make it, you’re a bastard, especially when it comes to triple overtime pay!
The factory's productivity suddenly more than doubled.

Li Yunfei has already said as much as he could during these twenty days.

Sergei understood immediately and assured: "My dear Davari, please rest assured about this."

"My boss's farm is very large, so an order for 10,000 tricycles is not a problem at all."

"If it works well, we will place additional orders later!" When Zhao Ye heard that there would be subsequent orders, his mouth almost cracked with smile.

He immediately put the matter of the military court behind him.

The factory manager said it well, we just sell the products honestly, and as for how the customers use them, that is their business.

The manufacturer is not responsible for any after-sales problems caused by this illegal modification!

After Sergei and others had a working lunch at the Warwick factory, they supported each other and left on the bus.

At the factory gate.

Zhao Ye watched them leave, then asked with emotion: "Director, am I dreaming?"

"It's said that the Russian economy is not good, so why are they so happy to pay?"

Under normal circumstances, a 30% deposit is required, but Sergei paid the full amount for the first batch of tricycles.

More than 35 million suddenly appeared in the account of the Warwick factory, which was on the verge of bankruptcy.

You know, this is just the first batch of orders, and there are still 8,000 or even more orders for tricycles to come.

After completing this deal, Warwick Factory can earn at least 100 million yuan. Why would it go bankrupt? The whole factory will take off!

Li Yunfei smiled and said, "Bankruptcy? Have you ever seen a mining company go bankrupt?"

"International energy prices have skyrocketed, especially oil. The oil production of these old Russians is not lower than that of Sarab!"

These Russians, in the words of the game, have ridiculously thick health bars and won't be able to operate unless they are in a disadvantageous situation.

If you think he is very strong, then he is just that strong. If you think he is a weak one, then you are the weak one.

Not to mention that now, there is a wet nurse standing behind them.

This nanny is two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a strong waist. She is wearing human armor and holding a meteor hammer in her hand.

After all, it's not everyone's New Year, and even if fireworks are banned, they can still use up 800,000 tons of gunpowder.

Zhao Ye naturally understood this principle, but he was led astray by the news he watched.

He took out a box of Hongtashan cigarettes from his pocket, opened it, and tremblingly lit one for himself, taking a long sip.

"Director, would you like one?"

Li Yunfei looked at the Hongtashan in Zhao Ye's hand and couldn't help but frowned: "Old Zhao, you are a general manager, you shouldn't lower your status so much, right?"

"Come on, if it weren't for this order, the factory would go bankrupt and I might not even be able to afford to smoke Hongtashan cigarettes!" Zhao also sighed.

As the general manager of the factory, he has invested a lot of money in the factory during this period in order to keep it running.

Li Yunfei seemed to remember something after hearing this.

He patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "Old Zhao, come on, I'll give you something good!"

Zhao Ye curiously followed Li Yunfei to the parking lot, and then saw Li Yunfei taking out a large box from the trunk.

"Director, what are you doing?"

"These are special cigarettes, Director, are you giving them all to me?"

Li Yunfei smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you that if the factory is revived, I will buy you a truckload of good cigarettes."

"I don't smoke much, but you're a heavy smoker, so I'll give them all to you. Aren't these cigarettes good?"

Zhao Ye was stunned when he saw the big box of special-supply cigarettes in his hand.

"Old Zhao, I'm giving you this cigarette. The order from this factory is..."

"Don't worry, Director. From now on, I will live in the factory. I will monitor this order from beginning to end!"

"Okay, I feel relieved with you here." After encouraging, Li Yunfei turned around and left with a smile.

Zhao Ye held the special-supply cigarettes in his hand, and he always felt something was wrong.

No, am I being PUA'd by the factory manager?

(End of this chapter)