Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Director Li glanced at Xiao Zhang, who was huddled by the door, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Director Li urged:

"Go quickly! Tell him exactly what Mr. Vasily said! He's subsidizing 5% out of his own pocket! That's a huge favor! Tell him to know when to stop and not to push his luck!"

"Okay! I'll go right now!"

As if granted a pardon, Xiao Zhang wrapped his coat tighter, opened the door, and plunged into the wind and snow.

The door slammed shut.

Vasily slumped into a chair, tugged at the tight top button, and gasped for breath.

That 5% was the money he had saved to buy a car for his wife, and now it's all gone into this mess.

"Mr. Vasily, that's quite something!"

Director Li handed him a cigarette, lit it for him, and his tone was full of praise:

"That's what you call a great general's demeanor. He'd rather suffer a loss himself than compromise the country's reputation. Only someone like you could do that; no one else could."

Vasily took a drag of his cigarette; the nicotine eased his tense nerves slightly.

He snorted, his eyes turning sinister:

"This is the Soviet's bottom line. If that Chinese peasant were a smart man, he would know to be grateful."

He's gambling.

They bet that the country bumpkin was naive and unsophisticated, and that the 5% profit was enough to sway a greedy farmer.

……

five minutes.

The only sounds in the room were the hissing of water from the radiator in the corner and the impatient scraping of Vasily's shoes on the floor.

"Knock knock knock".

A series of hurried footsteps approached.

The door was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed in.

"explain!"

Vasily sprang up from his chair, staring intently at Xiao Zhang who had run back, leaning forward like a vulture waiting to peck at its prey.

Xiao Zhang's face was flushed, and a layer of white frost had formed on his eyebrows. He stood at the door, swallowed hard, and avoided eye contact with Vasily.

"Mr. Vasily... Comrade Zhao said..."

"What did you say? You agreed?"

"without……"

Xiao Zhang's voice was trembling, choked with sobs:

"Comrade Zhao said...5%? Are you trying to fob me off?"

"What?!"

Vasily's eyes widened instantly, and he almost burned his fingers with the cigarette butt in his hand.

Xiao Zhang shrank his neck and, forcing himself to repeat the original sentence:

He said he didn't have time to play house with you in this cold weather. Since he wasn't sincere, then forget it.

"If the price doesn't increase by 30%, he'll leave right now."

"asshole!!"

In a fit of anger, Vasily swept the documents off the table, scattering them all over the room.

He paced wildly around the room, each step pounding loudly on the floor like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

"Insatiable greed! Utterly shameless!!"

"He's exploiting me! He's extorting money from me! Director Li! Look at this! This is your peasantry! This is your credibility!"

Director Li sat on the sofa, sighed, and looked utterly helpless and heartbroken.

"This kid... he's really stubborn as a mule, he won't move no matter how you lead him, and he'll only back down when you try to stop him."

Director Li stood up and dusted off the cigarette ash from his trousers:

"Mr. Vasily, since things have come to this point, I think we should stop talking. Let him get lost; we're not going to put up with this."

"Get lost?"

Vasily stopped abruptly, his facial muscles twitching violently.

Are you really telling me to get out?

In that instant, a glimpse flashed through his mind of the fawning smile his teacher had given to that important man's wife two months ago when he draped the "Black Pearl" sable fur coat over her.

That's the standard.

If you bring back those patchwork scraps of leather from the Wenzhou gang...

The teacher wouldn't listen to his explanation; he would only think that he was insulting the important figures above him.

We can't let him leave.

But that 30%... that's like sucking his very marrow dry! If he agrees, not only will all his hard work over the past few years be for nothing, but he'll also have to mortgage his house in Moscow.

"10%!!"

Vasily whirled around, pointed a finger at Xiao Zhang, his eyes bloodshot, and roared until his voice cracked:

"Tell him! 10%! This is the absolute bottom line! Not a single ruble more!!"

"I refuse to believe that I can't eat pork with hair on without Butcher Zhang! The goods from the Wenzhou gang may be a bit inferior, but they're still usable! Let him weigh the pros and cons himself!"

"Go! Tell him! If that doesn't work, kick him out!!"

This is the final game.

He was gambling with his life.

10% was the limit he could barely afford by selling his assets. He was betting that the Chinese farmer wouldn't actually give up this big deal, betting that the man wouldn't actually drive the car away.

Director Li glanced at Vasily, said nothing, but waved to Xiao Zhang.

Xiao Zhang sighed, turned around, and ran back into the snowstorm.

……

This time, time seemed to drag on exceptionally long.

The heating in the room was too strong; Vasily's shirt was soaked with sweat on the back and stuck to his body, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He stood by the window, staring intently at the view below.

Although he couldn't see people through the window covered in frost flowers, he could see the Jiefang truck lying in the snow, like a silent behemoth.

He is waiting.

Wait for that Chinese person to back down, wait for that greedy Chinese person to come running up and sign the document in a panic.

As long as the other party is willing to talk, he can grit his teeth and accept even 12% or 15%.

But he can't give 30% directly.

That would bankrupt him.

Sudden.

"boom--!!"

A muffled roar of an engine suddenly erupted from downstairs without warning.

That was the distinctive popping sound of an old-fashioned diesel engine starting cold, making the windowpane vibrate and hum.

Followed by.

"Rat-a-tat-tat—"

A thick column of black smoke suddenly spewed out of the exhaust pipe, which was particularly glaring against the white snow.

In that instant, Vasily's legs went weak, and the cigarette butt in his hand fell onto the carpet.

Lost.

I lost the bet.

They weren't just trying to scare him; they really were leaving!

"oops."

Director Li walked to the window, glanced at the truck belching black smoke below, and spoke with a mixture of regret and helpful enthusiasm:

"He really left. That Zhao has a really bad temper."

Director Li turned around, looked at Vasily's pale face, and said considerately:

"Mr. Vasily, since the talks have broken down, I'll go call Old Chen from the Wenzhou gang right now."

"Even though their rabbit fur sheds and their mink fur is dyed... it's still fur, after all."

"Please have some water first, I'll go contact them right away."

Director Li made a move toward the door.

This step felt like stepping on Vasily's heart.

The Wenzhou Gang? Rabbit Skin?

Ten days later, when he served that garbage to the teacher's dining table...

He could already foresee what would happen.

He could almost see the endless black forests of Siberia and the rusty woodcutter's axe in his hand.

"Click".

The sound of gears being shifted came from downstairs—crisp and decisive.

Then came the sound of two throttles flooring the gas pedal, "Boom boom—", and the truck really started moving!

Those were the gunshots of executions.

Vasily's mind went blank.

What bottom line, what dignity, what bankruptcy—all collapsed at this moment.

Money can be earned back, and houses can be bought again.

When a person dies, everything else is gone.

"We can't leave!!"

Vasily let out a scream that had gone awry.

He rushed to Director Li like a madman, grabbed Director Li's sleeve, his fingers turning pale and trembling from the excessive force.

"Don't make the phone call! Don't call the Wenzhou gang!!"

He roared at the door, which wasn't fully closed, his voice hoarse and filled with a desperate madness:

"Come back! Call them back right now!"

Vasily's knees buckled, and he almost collapsed onto Director Li, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"30%...I'll take it!"

"Fine, I'll give it to you!!"

Hearing that scream, choked with sobs.

Director Li stopped, looked out the window at the truck that had just started moving, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and finally a slight upturn appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This eagle has finally matured.