Sergei is also a Ukrainian, and he empathizes with it.

Seeing Lao Ivan's condition, he also choked up: "He said, it's for the workers. Can I say something privately?"

Lin Lingdong: "You said."

Sergei drew a cross on his chest and begged tone: "I beg Mr. Lin to help us in my personal name. This should not be anything to you, but you can save tens of thousands of lives."

Lin Lingdong still shook his head: "Sorry, it's not that I refuse to help you. How much is the 20,000 tons of flour worth? It's someone who doesn't want you to live! Can I stop it? I can't, translate it to him."

Old Ivan was still stubborn: "No, I only have flour, it is impossible without flour."

Lin Lingdong's face gradually became colder: "I can talk to you well, can I have a good chat?"

Old Ivan shouted, "I don't, I will never surrender."

Lin Lingdong raised his eyebrows and looked at the other person.

What's the meaning?

It's enough to add 1 million to you.

Pretend to be crazy and stupid for me?

This is flour!

This is food!

Anger was already rising on his face.

Do you want me to die, you old man?

Food exports are not economic issues, but strategic issues.

He dared to smuggle Arms, and didn't dare to smuggle flour.

In this situation, Ukraine is being attacked by two superpowers. Which country dares to export food to Ukraine?

As soon as he said that he offended the two supers at the same time.

This is to maintain world peace.

Does he dare to smuggle?

Besides, if it can be transported in, it can still be like this?

There are countless heavy blockades on the Black Sea.

I was found out, what is really scary about this thing? He has no legitimate reason to detain your food. Maybe he will give it to you with a torpedo, and the next day, he will declare it to have sunk or disappear directly.

Among the four major grain merchants in ABCD, are there few missing ships every year?

In the previous life, although Lin Lingdong was unable to intervene in ocean shipping, where is Hong Kong Island? It started with shipping. Hong Kong Island alone concentrated 9.4% of the trade volume in Asia. What is Lin Lingdong's identity? In the previous life, he sat all the way to the vice chairman of the Hong Kong Island Chinese Business Association, with a net worth of tens of billions of Hong Kong paper. Can he not know these issues?

But in just a moment, the rising anger was swallowed by Lin Lingdong.

He leaned slightly on the back of the chair and spoke slowly: "Ivan, Ivanov, there is an old saying in our Chinese that farmers are innocent and bear the treasure. The Black Sea Shipyard, including the entire Black Sea Fleet, cannot exist anymore. This is something that no one can change. What do you insist on? My patience is limited, will you agree to my conditions?"

The atmosphere inside the car became cold.

Old Ivan turned around and his eyes looked like a devouring person: "Are you coming to threaten me too?"

Lin Lingdong looked at him with a look of disappointment: "What kind of threat is this? What kind of threat is this? If you trade with me, 2 million will appear on your account on time. When others come, you may not be able to make a penny. Are you confused? I can't even calculate this account?"

Old Ivan reached out and wanted to push the door again.

With a bang, Medvechuk pressed back again: "It's not that easy to leave."

Lin Lingdong gave a look of admiration to Medevichuk.

Isn’t this old bone a succession when someone supports this day?

Lin Lingdong bent his fingers slightly and knocked on the handrail box: "Greed, it's a boat full of mud. As long as you step in, you will be black all over. Who can you blame?"

Turning around, staring at him with sharp eyes, questioning repeatedly.

"What are you insisting on? What do you think? Dig a hole and jump for me? I'm not a child. To be honest, what are the conditions you have? You boldly raise them."

"I can give it to you if I don't have enough money, but you can't fool me. How much does the Indians give you?"

Old Ivan was sprayed with a look, his eyes flashed for several times, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

After insisting on counting breaths, Old Ivan was depressed and vomited a muddy breath: "Send me to Romania, add another 1 million to me, and at least 3 million to my account."

After finishing his speech, he explained anxiously: "How much do you think I can get? I am just a small character. If I don't give enough money, they won't nod."

Lin Lingdong tsk, he is really an old bastard.

If you don't scold him, you won't be enlightened.

This damn transaction is always filled with interests of all parties, full of hypocritical intrigue, various power struggles, and sufficient acting skills. Isn’t it because of this that it looks wonderful?

But these are just the struggles of small characters.

Rich is the real master!

"Sorry, I can't do it, I can't do it. You can add more money, but you have to give me two more boats. I want a finished tanker."

After talking, Lin Lingdong slapped the handrail and snapped his fingers in the air: "Do you say OK? Is Hara Young Master? "

Old Ivan couldn't help it. He was amused and took off his disguise on the spot and reached out to Lin Lingdong: "Hala, Hala, you are a close comrade-in-arms, Davari, I believe you are a person who can do things, but you have to solve the problem by yourself for those Indians."

Lin Lingdong held it tightly: "Isn't that right? Everyone talks well and chats well. What problems can't be solved? Besides, what kind of broken place is your Romania? As long as Mr. Lin is satisfied, he can arrange an island for you in the Maldives to enjoy the blue sky, white clouds, beaches, and a lot of beautiful girls. Oh, sorry, you may not be lucky enough to survive. What's going on with those Indians?"

Sergei fainted from the side.

Why is this boss talking in a mess?

Is this brain circuit too curved?

It was difficult to organize the correct sentence translation.

Old Ivan understood it and smirked and pulled out his hand: "Let's talk about these things back, give me a cigarette..."

Lin Lingdong took it out himself and handed it on the cigarette. With a bang, sparks splashed everywhere, and a fire broke out from the Zippo lighter, which looked extremely dazzling in the narrow cab.

Old Ivan leaned his mouth and lit it.

Under the car, Medvechuk was so stupid. What was going on?

I realized it a while later, was I being fooled?

Lin Lingdong looked at him now, threw the cigarette box over, waved his hand: "Go and smoke."

Old Ivan took a deep breath, vomited out thick smoke, choked and coughed twice, and said with a cigarette roll: "It's a group of Indians who plan to import the Chernov and the Scharnhorst. They are already negotiating contracts. If I don't refuse you, I have my difficulties."

Lin Lingdong: "Where is the contract? What's the point?"

Lao Ivan: "The two ships, they offer $5 million, which is much more discount than your conditions. Think about it, how could I agree to you easily?"

Lin Lingdong thought to himself that it was cruel enough: "The contract is not important, how much can you get?"

Old Ivan shook his head and said, "I can't get a penny. They contacted the Trade Department, but we don't want to hand over the ship. They are too insincere."

Lin Lingdong: "What about the Trade Department? Is their people?"

Old Ivan looked disdainful: "The ship belongs to us. What's the use of contacting the Trade Department? Behind me is the General Trade Union. Do you know why I have to consider it for the workers? I have to consider it. The money will also be distributed to the workers."

It took Lin Lingdong only two seconds to figure it out.

Haha, Indian?

Lin Lingdong: "What about now? Organize the language well, Lao Ivan, 3 million is enough for you to get the share. It is impossible to have more. When will I get my boat?"

Old Ivan: "Tomorrow, I will send someone to take you to see the boat first. Everything goes well. You can drive away in a few days."

Lin Lingdong reached out his hand and the two held it tightly: "Very good, then I wish you a happy cooperation in advance."

Lao Ivan: "The cooperation is pleasant, but there may be some trouble. Indians are not so easy to let go. I can withstand it, but you will have some pressure."

Lin Lingdong: "It doesn't matter, what are the origins of these Indians?"

Lao Ivan: "It's very big, you should know the Tata Group."

Lin Lingdong immediately smiled, but instead looked relaxed: "I know, India's No. 1 Consortium."

Lao Ivan was puzzled: "You know, can you still laugh?"

Lin Lingdong smiled and said, "Have you ever seen barefoot people afraid of wearing shoes? He is in a legitimate business, why am I afraid? He is afraid that I am still the same."

If Tata comes here in person, he can admit defeat.

But who are the people sent to this small business?

It's just a group of cows and horses, a group of cats and dogs, didn't you just pass it off?

Old Ivan showed his appreciation, and his old hand patted Lin Ling's east shoulder: "Okay, I'm going back to rest. Come and pick me up tomorrow morning, at 8 o'clock."

Lin Lingdong waved his hand and said, "Send out the guests."

Old Ivan got out of the car with difficulty, but turned around and said, "Young man, look down on the old man, how did you know I can't do it anymore? The Maldives is what you said, I hope you can remember it."

Lin Lingdong smiled and said, "Don't be stubborn, Lao Ivan, I'm afraid that your old bones will fall apart on the bed. In addition... I never owe anyone, I promise you that as long as I have the ability, I will transport a lot of 20,000 tons of flour for you."

At this moment, Old Ivan's eyes were wet.

He clenched his fists, hung them in front of the car window, and his tone was choked: "For the workers."
Chapter completed!