Lin Lingdong took the book, pressed the desk lamp and flipped it out.

This is a list listed by the chairman of the shipping company, with extremely detailed details. The draft depth, load capacity, speed, horsepower, age, length and width of the ship are clearly marked.

The text has also been translated by Sergei.

A few minutes later, Lin Lingdong felt excited.

It is worthy of being a maritime power.

It is worthy of being the Black Sea Fleet.

There are 17 container ships in total, the smallest is 5,000 tons, and the shortest is 160 meters long.

The 8,900-ton ship, the Chernov, is a modified Panama-type in Ukraine, with a huge ship that is almost ten thousand tons.

Just 5 million, buying this one is not enough!!!

It's like a dream.

Lin Lingdong was dizzy: "He said it? I will choose any of these?"

Medvechuk: "Yes, I can watch the boat tomorrow."

Lin Lingdong is so shocking.

With a big stroke, I'm going to settle the Chernov.

The Schánhorst, Perch, Karaganda, Tomir and Luzkmir are all unified 6,000-ton second-generation standard containers, with a ship age of 6 to 10 years, and are largely counted.

There are still 4 ships left, with a standard load of 5,000 tons, but the ship is a little older, 10 to 15 years old, and is modified from the first generation of tugboats.

If you win 6 second-generation ships, you will make a lot of money. The remaining four ships are given for free and used for short trips. Both India and Malaysia are pretty good.

As for other products, finished tankers and bulk cargo pickups, you can choose on site.

After closing the book, Lin Lingdong could no longer sit still.

"Where are other people? Where are you? Take me over to see him."

Medvechuk became even more anxious and stood up: "Okay, we'll go right away."

Lin Ling went east to knock on the door next door, called Anil and Uday, and walked out and saw it, he was stunned.

"What's this?"

Under the street lights, an armored vehicle was parked. On the open roof, a soldier with an airplane hat was standing, holding a cigarette roll in his mouth and holding a light machine gun in his hand.

There were four convertible armored vehicles across the road. Soldiers with guns leaned against the side of the car to smoke. When they saw people coming out, they jumped into the rear cabin.

Medvechuk lifted his toes and kicked on thick-toothed off-road tires.

"How about it, is my little baby beautiful? Tiger armor is much better than yours, right?"

Lin Lingdong brows and jumped: "It's okay, get in the car."

I pulled open the passenger seat and sat on the car window on my right. What a good guy, the glass is very small, but it is thicker than a cigarette box.

When Medvechuk stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, and the dazzling headlights shone the road white and drove forward.

"Hey, why are you going to step so quickly?"

Lin Lingdong was hanging a handrail. This guy drove like a lunatic. The speed bumps all over the street didn't even stop.

Medvichuck laughed, but instead drove harder.

The moonlight is good tonight.

The visibility of the city is quite high.

Under the moonlight, this confidential city reveals its tough style.

The buildings in the city are not high, generally on four or five floors. On these roofs, rows of anti-aircraft gun barrels can be clearly seen, pointing to the sky at an inclined angle, and next to them is the anti-aircraft radar. Almost every building with a slightly higher height has.

Passing a square, there is a barbed wire mesh on the outside, and inside is densely packed, supported by a cross on the ground, with a muzzle of 80 degrees towards the sky.

Tracked anti-aircraft gun cars are parked everywhere on the street.

Air defense devices are almost everywhere in the city.

Rough, proud, and fully demonstrate the true nature of war.

After turning a corner, my vision suddenly became wider. At the end of the road was the sea surface, and ships were drifting densely on the water surface. At the end of the vision were several huge gantry cranes, which were astonishingly large as skyscrapers.

Lin Lingdong was shocked: "Is this Nikola Port?"

Medvechuk looked at the sea in front of him and glared, and was already dizzy. He suddenly blew the steering wheel: "Sorry, the road conditions here are a little more complicated, and I've taken the wrong path."

Lin Lingdong: "Don't, drive over and let me take a look."

Medvechuk: "That's a military restricted area. If you can't get in, you can only come and see it during the day."

The car drove back and walked around for a long time. Finally, he found a gate. The guards at the guard did not dare to stop him. After asking, he opened the roadblock.

After turning around, I stopped downstairs of a family member.

"Here, it's here."

Lin Lingdong looked at the following table and it was almost 1 a.m.: "You call people down for me and it's not good to disturb others."

Medvechuk took the order and left.

After a while, an elderly man with a big belly came down wearing a white vest.

In his eyes, there was hostility and resentment. In his eyes, these soldiers were no different from madmen, and their madness was enough to completely destroy this country.

Medvechuk was very rude and pushed him behind his back: "Get in the car, my Tsar bomb."

Old Ivan almost lost all his hair, his muscles on his arms relaxed, and he waved back weakly.

The door of Medvechuk opened and stuffed him into the driver's seat.

It is hard to imagine that a shipping chairman would be treated like this.

When he got into the car, Lin Lingdong extended his hand apologetically: "Sorry, it's mine to disturb you so late."

Old Ivan coughed and slowly recovered: "Don't say this, I need a rest, and I don't want to deal with those hypocritical Indians. I can give you the boat, but my money cannot be less."

Sergei quickly translated.

Lin Lingdong smiled, this attitude is OK.

He held the paper and pen in his hand and handed it over.

"Write your account and as long as the contract is completed, you can pay a lot of 1.5 million US dollars to your account."

Old Ivan didn't feel excited and turned his head: "Why is it 1.5 million?"

With the light of the street light, Lin Lingdong saw Lao Ivan's face clearly. His hair almost fell out, and only a circle of white hair was left on the back of his head, with age spots on his face.

This is your age?

At least eighty years old?

Lin Lingdong also shook his head.

This is also a Soviet characteristic. At this age, he can still stay in this position.

If you don’t collapse, who will collapse?

Lin Lingdong: "I can't do 20,000 tons of flour. Now I'm blocking it heavily. I don't want to get into more trouble. I hope you can understand."

After hearing the translation, Old Ivan muttered and shook his head hard.

Once you stretch your hand, you have to push the door and get out of the car.

But as soon as the car door opened, it was slammed and slammed back by Medvechuk.

Medvechuk smiled sinisterly and said, "I want to leave? It's not that easy. I will report you. If you don't hand over the boat, you will never go to Romania."

Old Ivan's chest was fluctuating violently, and he coughed violently: "I can leave, but what should my workers do? Without flour, I would rather shoot the gun than surrender."

Lin Lingdong couldn't understand: "What did he say?"

Sergei pinched off Medvechuk's threatening words and said, "He must have flour, otherwise he will never agree."

Lin Lingdong: "Tell him, add another $500,000, and a total of 2 million will be transferred to his private account."

Old Ivan roared: "No, never."

Sergei translated: "He firmly disagrees."

Lin Lingdong pinched his chin: "You ask him why?"
Chapter completed!