Courtyard houses: Those who are capable are rewarded, and many children bring many blessings.

The group went upstairs.

He exchanged another round of insincere politeness, exactly the same as when Elena came two days ago!

"I have a rough idea of ​​why you've come. We've been friends for many years, so let's just say what we have to say! I don't like beating around the bush." ​​Yusupova was that assertive, always taking the initiative in the conversation.

Niu Dazhuang's smile vanished: "Then let's get straight to the point. Initially, I didn't even consider the quota that Xue Ru and Elena were offering. It was only after I learned about your current location through them that I became interested. If we don't reach an agreement, it won't affect us at all."

You can send someone to investigate the scale of Hong Kong's Hung Sun and Hung Shing companies, and you'll see that what I said wasn't an exaggeration.

Niu Dazhuang used a strategy of retreat to advance, telling us not to think we were here to beg for help. Whether you are here or not makes no difference to us. If you want to cooperate, we can happily work together to make money. If you don't want to cooperate, we can have a friendly match and call it a day.

Yusupova observed Niu Dazhuang's facial expression and deduced that he was likely telling the truth, thus changing her attitude accordingly. Admiration for strength is a woman's instinct.

Niu Dazhuang's performance just now actually made Yusupova think more highly of him.

"Oh, dear Zhuangzhuang, did my tone of voice just now upset you? If so, please forgive me."

Niu Dazhuang waved his hand: "No, when it comes to serious matters, we should be serious and earnest. My dear Yusupova, since you're here, you must have ideas about cooperation. Tell me your thoughts."

Niu Dazhuang cleverly passed the ball back, trying to test her hand.

"To be honest, I don't agree with what Elena and her team are doing right now. It's small-scale and they're not making much money. What I'm worried about is how we'll settle accounts once we increase our trade volume."

Let's barter!

"That's one way. You're responsible for bringing over your domestic light industrial products. You handle your domestic affairs yourselves, and we'll take care of ours. Give me a list of what materials you need, and I'll give you a quote. Of course, I'll have to see your quote first."

"What about military products?" Niu Dazhuang emphasized.

Yusupova replied without hesitation: "Anything but the very best is fine with me."

Damn! They've opened a huge loophole. Putting aside everything else, even their civilian-grade submarine engine blades are more sophisticated than the domestic military-grade ones.

This isn't about boosting others' morale; this was the reality eighty years ago.

"Okay, I need to take 60% of the profits. I have too many departments to manage, I hope you can understand. After all, I don't directly manage their departments, I need to coordinate."

"That's no problem. How long will it take you to get things sorted out? What do you need for the first batch of goods...?"

There were no disagreements on the most fundamental distribution of benefits, so things became much easier to discuss from the railcars to customs, and from customs to the warehouses where the goods were stored, and so on.

It was already lunchtime, and the two sides still hadn't reached an agreement.

The main reason is that this area still has a planned economy, and individuals cannot establish companies.

One lunch was enough for Niu Dazhuang to see just how extravagant the upper class in Russia was. Caviar, XO, whatever they wanted. Two bottles of imported European wine were also served.

The upper class in Russia took pride in drinking Western wines, which shows that deep down they still envied the West.

Everyone was very happy. They opened bottle after bottle of XO and Remy Martin. It turned out that it wasn't just the big man who had a drinking problem; these two women were also top-notch drinkers. Niu Dazhuang was no match for them.

Having been defeated early on, Xu Huizhen and Chen Xueru have finally met their match. Especially Xu Huizhen, who usually drinks two jin of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) without batting an eye.

In the end, the four women got into a real argument. Each of them weighed over three pounds, and their tongues were practically slurring their words.

Xu Jingli nudged Niu Dazhuang, who was pretending to be drunk, with her elbow: "Aren't you going to try and persuade him? You'll make him sick!"

"Don't worry, I don't know about others, but your mom and Xue Ru will definitely be fine. The four of them used to drink together."

"That was back then, when you were all very young."

"They're not exactly in their twenties, don't worry. You should be worried about me. They're all bleary-eyed with alcohol, I'm going to be busy this afternoon..."

"You—you're usually so capable, why are you scared now?"

"Fear? Not really. It's just that none of the four of them were fully conscious, which was too exhausting."

"What, you want to recount the story of the Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period?" Xu Jingli finally realized.

"Wasn't that exactly what I was talking about? Was my explanation unclear?"

"It's because I'm slow to react."

Seeing the two of them whispering, Elena came over holding a bottle of liquor: "Welcome to the newcomer, Xu... Xu something again."

"Xu Jingli".

Elena dragged the person away.

Although Xu Jingli inherited some of her mother's traits, she hadn't exercised much and was no match for the old drunkard. She was outdrunk after only a few rounds.

This put Niu Dazhuang in a difficult position. He was unwilling to ask others for help, so he had to make two more trips to get all five women into the suite upstairs.

A drunk man is immoral, and a drunk woman isn't much better. When moral constraints are gone, only instinct remains...

By a twist of fate, Niu Dazhuang finally got what he wanted...

The sky in Moscow is always overcast, and the ceiling in the Metropolitan Hotel suite was swaying, the bed was sagging—it looked like the scene of a major earthquake…

The next morning around 10 a.m., Yusupova's secretary came over and woke her up with a phone call.

Yusupova and the other two were completely oblivious.

Xu Jingli quickly grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself before going into the bathroom.

Xu Huizhen was also extremely embarrassed. She glared fiercely at the culprit.

"I have to go back to work. I've been out for three days already, and it wouldn't be right if I didn't show up soon. I'll bring my daughter over tonight." After saying that, Elena washed up, got dressed, and left.

Yusupova booked another room to serve as a temporary office.

No wonder Da Mao is inefficient. It's rare for male officials not to drink, and the same goes for women. They'll be doing office work in the morning, and no matter how well they do it, they have to have a couple of drinks at noon.

He gets drunk so easily that he's practically dazed in the afternoon; how can he possibly do any work then? It seems like he spends the whole day just working in the morning.

This is the case throughout the entire country of Russia, so there's no way to control it.

Yusupova didn't drink much more at lunch; she had important business to attend to in the afternoon. Although she had enjoyed herself the night before, she had drunk quite a bit and had long forgotten how it felt.

This afternoon, I want to clearly feel that exhilarating sensation.