Before Feng Yu fell asleep, the flight attendant knocked on the door and shouted. The plane was about to land, and the flight attendant asked Feng Yu to come out, return to his seat, and fasten his seat belt.
It was the same stewardess who saw Feng Yu smiling sweetly, but Feng Yu felt a little embarrassed and returned to his seat, continuing to close his eyes and rest.
Kirilenko stared at Feng Yu for a long time, unable to tell whether Feng Yu was happy or unhappy. Did Feng Yu want it or not
The plane landed at the military airport in Kiev, opened the door, and below stood the second-generation Kiev man. His name was very difficult to pronounce. Feng Yu heard it several times and didn’t remember much. He just remembered what he called it. Ke, Feng Yu always called him Brother Ke.
Brother Ke is much more proud than Brother Ji. If Feng Yu hadn't met Brother Ji first, he might have gotten along well with Brother Ke and become friends. But now, having Brother Ke is enough. After the Soviet Union disintegrates, even if Brother Ke's father's position remains unchanged, Brother Ke's status will be higher than that of Brother Ke.
Moreover, Feng Yu has never heard of Brother Ke’s father’s name. He may still be an important figure in the Ukrainian military in the future, but after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, can Ukraine’s status be compared with Russia? What's more, after Brother Ji took him to a Ukrainian bank for a loan this time, it was destined that the two would not be friends in the future.
"Kirilenko, Feng, welcome to Kiev." Brother Ke gave the two of them a warm hug. Well, it was far less powerful than Brother Ki.
Tsk tsk, he is indeed the second generation who is more awesome than his brother. Take a look at his car, a Rolls-Royce. From this point, it is enough to see how corrupt the Soviet military was at this time!
After getting off the plane, although it was not yet noon, Brother Ke took them to the hotel first. Maybe there is also a custom of receiving dinner in the Soviet Union.
Feng Yu was complaining in agony. Want to eat? Don't you want to drink again? I haven’t sobered up from yesterday’s wine yet. There is also a saying in the Soviet Union about resurrecting wine? But this TM has no scientific basis at all!
"Brother Ke, I am relatively young. In our country, drinking is not allowed at this age. Of course, in the Soviet Union. I will respect your situation and drink less to avoid losing my temper." Feng Yu started to make excuses. , I got high last time I drank with Brother Ke.
"Hahaha. Kirilenko, did you make him drink again yesterday? Don't worry, I prepared French red wine with very low alcohol content. This is a French restaurant, let's try a French meal together."
Feng Yu sighed. Brother Ke and Brother Ji are indeed two different people, and you can tell it by looking at the level of enjoyment. Brother Ji is a typical Russian fighting nation, while brother Ke has a tendency to develop into a European aristocrat. Perhaps it is also related to the fact that brother Ke's family is originally a Ukrainian aristocrat.
Both belong to the Soviet Union, the living habits of Ukraine and Russia are very different, and perhaps the same is true of other allied countries. No wonder they are divided.
Seeing that it was red wine, Feng Yu relaxed a little and prepared to enjoy a French meal.
"Feng, this wine is just like juice. Come on, let's do it!" Brother Ji's words brought Feng Yu back to reality again!
Damn it, can't we drink without a toast
Feng Yu raised his glass, shook it, took a sip, and swallowed it slowly. Kirilenko, on the other hand, clinked glasses and drank a few mouthfuls. After Kirilenko finished drinking, he realized that both Feng Yu and Brother Ke had only drank a little.
"Hahaha, Kirilenko. This red wine is not vodka. It needs to be sipped in small sips. Look at Feng, he knows better taste than you." Brother Ke said with a smile.
Feng Yu doesn't know much, even though he drank a lot of red wine in his previous life. But it's not about tasting it, it's about drinking it. He even did the stupid thing of mixing dry red wine with Sprite!
But compared with Kirilenko, Feng Yu can be said to know how to taste. Feng Yu readily accepted Brother Ke's praise.
Kirilenko said displeasedly: "Humph. This wine tastes bad even when you drink it. Do you have any vodka here? Get me a bottle."
In the past, Kirilenko would not have been so casual in front of Brother Ke, and his status would have been lower. But after doing business with Feng Yu in the Soviet industrial equipment trade, and at this time his father had successfully integrated into Ye Liqin's camp, Kirilenko felt that he no longer needed to be too polite to Brother Ke, and even planned to Within a year or two, he would completely get rid of Brother Ke and monopolize the trading business with Taihua Company.
This time he deliberately chose a bank in Kiev, taking many aspects into consideration. First, he can show Brother Ke how close Feng Yu is to him. If he has any difficulties or needs help, the first friend he thinks of is Kirilenko; second, he always feels that Feng Yu is such a good friend. It’s not reliable to get a high-value loan. If it doesn’t come back, it will be the bank of Ukraine, not the bank of Russia, that will lose. Thirdly, he is planning to drag Brother Ke down with this loan. If something goes wrong in the future, he will be blamed. On Brother Ke’s head.
Brother Ke glanced at Kirilenko, frowned, and asked for a bottle of vodka. He always felt that Kirilenko had given him less in the past half year or so. It was not that the net profit was less, but the proportion was lower. After Kirilenko drank too much, he was going to test Feng Yu's tone to see if Kirilenko was up to something!
Although Kirilenko was drinking a high degree of vodka, his ears were not idle, and he kept listening to the conversation between Feng Yu and Brother Ke. Well, the two of them talked about trivial matters and hobbies, nothing special.
After a while, Kirilenko, who had only eaten a little, drank up a bottle of vodka, while Feng Yu and Brother Ke had not yet finished a bottle of red wine.
The French steaks and snails tasted good, but the portions were a bit small. Feng Yu felt that he was only six-tenths full from today's meal. I don’t know how Brother Ke can eat such a small amount of food with such a strong body. If Feng Yu were Wen Dongjun, he would definitely ask the waiter for two more steaks. Feng Yu was not too embarrassed to say it. Anyway, he was not here to eat today, there were more important things.
Brother Ke glanced at Kirilenko and saw that Kirilenko was already drunk, and he sneered inwardly. Now that you have some money, do you think you are capable? If I find out that you gave me less, don't blame me for being rude!
"Feng, I heard from Kirilenko that your company has been in trouble recently and needs some money?"
Feng Yu, who was dealing with desserts, immediately put down the tableware, nodded and replied: "Yes, I need some money."
Feng Yu thought to himself, it's not that my company has encountered problems, but that he doesn't want to miss this good opportunity. Now I borrow rubles from the Soviet Union. After the ruble depreciates significantly in a few years, I will make a lot of money even if I don’t invest the money in anything!
"So how many rubles do you need?" Brother Ke asked.
Feng Yu was stunned for a moment. Why, didn't Brother Ji tell him
"Brother Ke, Brother Ji told me that I need your help for this loan, but my company only has more than 30 million rubles of assets to mortgage. How many rubles can you lend me?"
Brother Ke said proudly: "I will help you with the loan, what are you worried about? Two hundred million rubles, is it enough?"
Ga? Feng Yu opened his mouth wide, Brother Ke is so generous! (To be continued.)
PS: Thanks to I Think I’m Good and Oniwu Daidi for their tips, and to book friend 130116124011607 for his two monthly passes. The fourth child is going back to his hometown during the Chinese New Year. In order to keep updating, he cannot make up for the debt for the time being. He saves some manuscripts. He will probably not be able to code during the Chinese New Year, and there is no Internet in the old house. I will definitely make up for it when the fourth child comes back.