The plane Ma Qian'an was riding was the best special plane in the Far East Military Region. The pilot was very skilled. In addition to landing on the ground and refueling, he kept flying tirelessly for two days and two nights.

During this period of time, the Western Front Army had been surrounded, and nearly 40,000 troops were basically over. At a time of panic, the Chinese comrades actually came with aid, which was simply stunned and ecstatic.

Moscow is located on an endless green plain. The war is still far from Moscow. Before landing, the pilot deliberately circled most of the time so that the distinguished guests could appreciate Moscow's huge body. When they arrived at the airport, they suddenly landed straight. This is a unique Russian flight method.

Ma Qian'an arrived in Moscow in the morning. His itinerary had been arranged. He first went to the National Hotel to report to Ren Bs who had arrived two days ago. He met Lin B who had already lived here. He worked with military expert Liu Ding and others to figure out the specific conditions, quantity and proportion of various types of machinery and equipment, and thus drafted the key points of negotiations. He worked for a whole day and night. On the morning of the next day, the ** delegation was divided into two cars. Under the protection of the five escort vehicles arranged by the Communist Alliance, he drove to the negotiation location in a mighty manner.

The car was spinning around the Kremlin, and the Chinese people in the car closed their eyes and thought and pretended to sleep. They were all familiar with this castle that symbolized the supreme power of S1, including Liu Ding, the Minister of Military Industry of the Eighth Route Army, who had studied in Moscow and had no interest in looking at it.

The car stopped by a side door with a huge red star. The Communist League's escort carriage came down and muttered a few words with several internal affairs staff guarding the door. They ran to the car Ren BS and Ma Qian'an were riding, stood outside and smiled at Ren BS, and also said to the driver: "Chinese comrades don't need to get off the car, just drive in."

Although Ren BS and the others didn't have to get out of the car, the car was still inspected by a guard wearing a handsome uniform, tall and gloomy face. He drove to the inner castle, and after another inspection, he passed a small church built in the palace, and they came to the front of a large house made of red bricks with wide steps.

The Chinese and the Russian officials who accompanied them walked towards the steps. The door on the steps had not yet opened. It is said that the Russians wanted to give a welcome gift. They had to wait a moment, and everyone stood on the platform above the steps to greet each other. A guy who looked like a little bureaucrat saw Ma Qian'an young and thought he had never seen the world. He briefly introduced the Kremlin with some show-offs. Finally, he asked: "Little comrade, you don't have such a magnificent building, right? Don't worry, we will help you build a castle in the future, so call the Second Kremlin!"

Ma Qian'an gave him a blank look and asked the name of the little bureaucrat first. He knew that he was a director of the Foreign Affairs Committee. He was unhappy. If the other party was a senior technical official, Ma Qian'an could think that the other party said it inadvertently, but this guy was thinking, which was disgusting. This did not subtly make people admit that you are better than us? Is it the second Kerry Mother Spirit Palace?

Ma Qian'an responded with a humble and arrogant look: "We have the largest palace in the world, which is ten times larger than your palace, but we are never willing to show off, so it is understandable that some people don't know it, but as far as I know, although we are very low-key, there are still many educated foreigners who know our palace."

The little bureaucrat's expression immediately became embarrassed and blinked awkwardly.

Ren BS, who understood most of the meaning, knew that Ma Qian'an had the upper hand, and pretended to be serious and stern, reminded Ma Qian'an: "Little Ma, pay attention to demeanor and foreign affairs discipline."

The door finally opened, and a high-level S1 official walked out to welcome the Chinese delegation. After introducing, Ma Qian'an learned that the oval face and sparsely-minded little man was Molotov. However, he has now lost the position of chairman of the Council of Ministers and is now just the role of Ministers Ministers, but his other identity is still not to be underestimated. He is still the main member of the Politburo.

As usual, Ma Qian'an looked at Molotov's short figure in a daze, imagining how he would be able to lean over if the other party was so enthusiastic that he wanted to hug him? Fortunately, Molotov did not show too much emotion.

A group of people walked into a hall with a high roof, which stretched far from the end of the hall, and the aisle was covered with a blood-red carpet that stretched to the end.

Molotov did not stay in the hall for a long time, and led everyone to a side hall, a magnificent room. There were many places around the room with red-brown curtains, golden chandeliers, marble statues, a Persian carpet of hundreds of square meters, a long rosewood table, and two long rows of beech wood high-back chairs on both sides of the long table.

This is the location of the negotiations, where they will finalize the construction and sharing of factories in the Far East.

Before we could sit down, two heavy oak doors in the room opened. A group of casually dressed people, unironed wool pants, and Lenin's tops, were a little wrinkled. Ma Qian'an understood these uncensored clothes. He must have been bored in the Kremlin for many days. The war was tight and he worked hard to hold meetings. They were not in the mood to take care of their image.

Ren Bs and Lin B stayed in Moscow for a long time, and knew who these people were. Liu Ding had also seen photos of these people. Only Ma Qian'an did not know them. There was no steel strongman Shi Daling. Except for Molotov who had just met, he did not know any of them. When he saw Liu Ding, he looked a little excited. Ma Qian'an quietly asked, "Who?"

"Dimetlov, Suslov, Migoyan." Liu Ding replied whispered.

Oh! They are all strong people! The Politburo member, who gave him enough face, Ma Qian'an muttered in his heart. It seems that the role of national interests is extraordinary. When he heard that Chinese comrades had good things to support them in turn, the great gods were dispatched. No matter whether he was a straw when drowning, it would be better to catch it first.

But there is no need to admire these people so much, right? Look at them, they look very ordinary, and their clothes have not been washed for several days, right? Ma Qian'an knew it was the other party's urgent now, not our urgent, keep the fight calmly, don't fall down!

Lin B is still old and extremely calm. While coming forward to greet these S1 bosses, he turned around and looked at Ma Qian'an behind him. Seeing that Ma Qian'an did not show a surprised expression, he couldn't help but wonder, under normal circumstances, ordinary foreign ***s met many leaders of the big brother, and did not feel excited. Did Xiao Ma not react?

"Do you know who they are?"

"I know, they are all S1 leaders." Ma Qian'an told the truth.

"Oh..." Lin B let out a long voice, then turned around and walked forward.

After a chaotic introduction and reminiscing, everyone sat down one after another. The Chinese delegation sat on one side of the long table, and the S1 people sat on the other side. A group of refreshed waiters brought stacks of snacks and a glass of red and white wine on the long table. The S1 people were preparing to take this opportunity to solve their stomach problems first. These days, they have spent this in the Kremlin.

A fat and blue-eyed bureaucrat led a group of secretaries and other people to put a lot of paper, pen and information for everyone. Ma Qian'an took a look. God knew what information was, it was messy and had no orderliness. However, there were still more things about the humanities and geography of the Far East, and there were several books on law. Ma Qian'an was maliciously speculating, nonsense! It wasn't you going to play something that would make things difficult for your domestic law to make the agreement. Remember that year, you built an oil pipeline that year, and for the sake of environmental protection of Lake Baikal, you didn't let the oil pipeline be built to the Chinese border. It's really a joke.

The blue-eyed bureaucrat turned to Ma Qian'an, patted his shoulder friendly, and murmured in a low voice: "Ma, don't even recognize old friends?"

In the familiar voice, Ma Qian'an hurriedly raised his head and looked at it, shouting! It turned out that it was Comrade Ivanov, the secretary of the Far East District. He actually started working on information?

Ma Qian'an blinked his eyes to judge the situation. Old Ivan went to Moscow before he was promoted. Why did he still feel like an angry young wife? Even if he was demoted, he could not be demoted to the Kremlin to work. Everyone here is Shi Daling's trusted confidants.

"Don't blink and make an idea!" Ivanov looked funny and said in a low voice intimate manner: "I will participate too. They need me to provide data. In the future, the industrial city will be built on me. They also need me to participate in the negotiations, but I am just running errands. I will go back after the negotiations."

Ah! Hehe! Ma Qian'an replied with a smile to Ivanov, feeling a little relieved. With this old friend in charge of construction, things in the Far East are much easier to handle.

The negotiations began in a relaxed atmosphere. Ren BS first expressed **'s view on the S1 Patriotic War, explained Comrade Mao ZD's view of willingness to provide assistance to the best of his ability, and briefly introduced the background of the material provider Xingpo Chen Group. Ren BS did not talk much about the relationship between Chen's company and **, but the prominent figures present fully understood that the aid account must be kept on Yan'an, which was done by Yan'an.

Molotov was the leader of the Soviet side. He closed the drooping head on his head, full of hope and tried his best to pretend to be kind, "Comrade Ren, you called before and said that you could provide 2,000 machine tools that can be used to operate, and that you could provide raw materials for manufacturing light weapons, and that you could provide tens of millions of dollars of other strategic materials, such as rubber, copper, tin, sugar, aviation gasoline, etc. Are there any changes now?
Chapter completed!