Before going, Tang Zhaonian repeatedly told Li Wenjun: "Go up tonight and try not to drink. Don't do anything if you can."
He was actually not afraid that Li Wenjun would be unable to fight if he was drunk. Li Wenjun had a relatively strong willpower and could finish important things before fainting.
He was afraid that if Li Wenjun got drunk and his hands were careless, he would kill and injure several people, and they would not be able to go back.
After all, this is someone else's territory.
Yang Shouzhuo hasn't come yet.
Li Wenjun said: "I understand. Don't worry. Wuso basically doesn't fight, he's more like a businessman."
When the translator heard this, he became even more nervous and always wanted to pee.
Tang Zhaonian saw him wiping away his sweat and smiled evilly: "Don't be afraid. They usually use guns instead of knives. So, if they are really hit, it won't hurt and they will just burp."
The translator rolled his eyes and felt dizzy.
Li Wenjun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't scare him. We still need to use him."
Tang Zhaonian grabbed the translator's collar and shook it: "Hey, hey, don't faint. Don't you know the rules of 'Wenjun Industrial'? If you faint or die, you have to finish your work."
In the bar, a soft "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow" was playing, and there were a few people sitting here and there.
Li Wenjun and Tang Zhaonian didn't feel anything at all, and they woke up after translating.
This is the code hidden in the blood of people born in the 1950s and 1960s. When they hear it, they will hum along uncontrollably.
Then someone came up to search them before letting them pass.
The people in Uso all have long hair, floral shirts and bell-bottom pants, exactly like the streets of Hong Kong City in this era.
This gave Tang Zhaonian the illusion that he was not in the far north, but in a Russian gathering place in Hong Kong.
Li Wenjun and Tang Zhaonian also wore suits and floral shirts, which looked a bit serious and serious in comparison.
Wu Suo pointed at Li Wenjun and the others and spoke loudly to his men.
The translator shivered and translated to Li Wenjun and the others: "This is what I often call a 'disciplined gangster'. You must make yourself look like a disciplined and serious businessman. Really fierce people look very kind and serious." "
Li Wenjun agrees with this.
Even if the tattooed brother keeps hacking and shooting people all his life, he won't be able to kill as many people as a gentle arms dealer can with the weapons he sells in an hour.
Therefore, the younger gangsters become more and more dressed in suits and ties, and are gentler and gentler.
Li Wenjun took a closer look at this old man, whose head was bigger than Tao Guangming's and was known as the Godfather of the Russian gang.
Today it was agreed that Tang Zhaonian would play the leading role and Li Wenjun would just follow.
So Li Wenjun followed Tang Zhaonian.
Wusuo raised his chin at Tang Zhaonian: "What big business do you want to do with me?"
Tang Zhaonian sat down and crossed his legs: "It depends on what you can get."
The people next to him stood up after hearing what the translator said.
They felt that Tang Zhaonian was mocking them.
Because Uso has been away for too long, his strength is not as good as before.
When people are not confident, anything they hear others say feels like they are laughing at themselves.
The translator shuddered and looked at the door.
Damn it, I don’t know when, the door has been locked.
The few people who were sitting just now left without knowing when.
Close the door and beat the dog.
Close the door and beat the dog.
When Uso tore them into pieces and threw them into the Moskva River outside, no one would ever know their whereabouts.
Tang Zhaonian calmly took out a cigar from his cigar box on the table, lit it, and said, "If you wait any longer, this opportunity will pass."
Uso waved his hand to the person behind him.
The men sat down.
Uso touched his chin and asked: "What chance?"
Tang Zhaonian snorted: "Selling weapons. The planes and aircraft carriers have all been divided. When they get the order in order, you won't even have a chance to sell AK47s and rocket launchers."
Uso sneered: "What you said is easy. People who are not high enough are not qualified to be on the negotiating table."
It is impossible to smuggle something as big as an aircraft carrier or an airplane out, so it can only be discussed on the table.
Tang Zhaonian said: "So, don't mess with what others can see. You can mess with what others can't see."
Wusuo raised his eyebrows and approached: "Speak clearly."
Tang Zhaonian: "Selling technology. It's best to use paper drawings. If not, photo copies will do."
Uso: "What do you want?"
Tang Zhaonian took out a list and put it on the table: "These. The level of my bid depends on whether you can get the complete information. You know, these things are useless without a few key drawings."
Uso asked: "What do you want these for?"
At first glance, Tang Zhaonian looked like someone like him. If he wanted blueprints for rocket launchers and tanks, he would understand.
What can Tang Zhaonian do with magnetic levitation, fighter jet engines, rocket engines, and helicopters?
Tang Zhaonian said with a serious face: "I am a patriotic businessman."
Wusuo was stunned and stared at him.
There was a moment of silence, then a roar of laughter.
Wu Suo nodded: "Yes, yes, we are all patriotic businessmen."
Tang Zhaonian was so helpless that he could only say: "I can change hands and sell it at a higher price. Many small countries will want it."
Wu Suo stopped laughing: "This is true."
In fact, he also inquired about Tang Zhaonian a little and knew that he had considerable influence in Hong Kong City and many countries.
He still doesn't have the ability to deal with foreign governments. It can only be done through second-hand dealers like Tang Zhaonian.
Uso picked up the list and said, "Delivery here in three days. I will call you in advance to tell you how much I want."
Tang Zhaonian stood up: "It's a deal. I'll wait for you."
Wusuo suddenly stared at Li Wenjun: "Wait a minute."
Tang Zhaonian became nervous and moved a step to block Li Wenjun.
This bastard has too many advertisements. Maybe Wusuo will know that Li Wenjun is rich and kidnap him for ransom.
Li Wenjun patted Tang Zhaonian on the shoulder to comfort him.
Uso said: "You look familiar to me. But I can't remember where I saw it."
Li Wenjun pointed to the mobile phone advertisement on the wall: "I am a model. I followed my brother to Moscow for fun."
Uso suddenly realized: "Let me just say, such beautiful Chinese people are not common."
Someone opened the door.
Tang Zhaonian nodded at Wusuo, then staggered out.
When he walked onto the street, he was blown by the cool breeze blowing across the Red Square, and he realized that his back was covered in cold sweat.
Li Wenjun patted the translator on the shoulder: "You performed well. Let's go have a good meal and reward you."
Then Tang Zhaonian came to his senses and began to curse: "Your face is really harmful. Don't do so many commercials next time. It's as if you are afraid that others will not know that you are rich."
Li Wenjun was so helpless: "Oh, I don't want to either. That bastard Yang Shouzhuo just took the photos of me to save money."
