Nandu City, Xinhua Road,

At the entrance of the International Hotel—

Seeing that the door of the latest Santana sedan opened, a tall foreigner got out of the car, wearing a suit and looking very stylish.

Director Zhao Tiezhu immediately led the people around him to greet him. Before he could even come in front of him, he stretched out his hands enthusiastically and said, "Welcome, welcome, I am the director of the No. 1 Food Factory, warmly welcome Russian comrades to come to our place for inspection!"

Before his hand reached the other side, a guy stood up next to the foreigner - wearing a double-breasted old-fashioned gray suit, wearing a bright red tie, with a middle-parted head, black hair shiny as if licked by a dog, and said to Zhao Tiezhu: "Are you the director of the No. 1 Food Factory?"

Zhao Tiezhu saw the other party's posture, "Yes, I am - may I ask you are..."

"I am the translator from Russia." Zhongbian said with a squinted look.

"Oh, it turns out to be a comrade of translation - I am Zhao Tiezhu. Please help me translate. All our employees are very happy and warmly welcome Mr. Chekov from Russia to our inspection." Zhao Tiezhu said with a smile and very enthusiastic.

He curled his lips and said, "The one beside me is not Mr. Chekov, but Mr. Chekov's secretary, named Popov."

Zhao Tiezhu and others heard this: "..."

They were all stunned.

"That... comrade translator, why didn't Mr. Chekov come?" Zhao Tiezhu glanced at the stylish Popov and couldn't help asking.

"Mr. Chekov has something to do at the moment. Come over later. Let Mr. Popov come over to see the situation first." Zhongbian said, leaning against Zhao Tiezhu's ear and whispered: "You must serve this secretary too. He is the pioneer of Russia. If he offended him, he will blow the cool breeze in front of Chekov, and you will be miserable."

"I understand, we understand this!" Zhao Tiezhu nodded quickly and said, "I secretly stuffed a big red envelope to the Chinese translator, holding the translator's hand tightly, and said, "I will ask you to take care of me later!"

The Chinese translator sensed the weight of the red envelope with his hand, which was quite thick, and immediately smiled and said, "Of course! Everyone is Chinese, so of course Chinese people have to help their own people!"

After saying this, the Chinese translator hurriedly turned around and introduced Zhao Tiezhu to Napopov, saying that he was the factory director and a good friend.

Although Popov was just a little secretary, he had a big shelf. He still said he wanted to go to the hotel first and see how the dinner was arranged.

Zhongbian turned around and said to Zhao Tiezhu: "Have you heard that, the other party is starting to cause trouble. It depends on the arrangement of the dinner - these foreigners pay great attention to details, you must do it well."

"Of course, we are all ready, we can go and see now!" Zhao Tiezhu made a welcome check gesture towards Popov.

So, under the leadership of Zhao Tiezhu, a large group of people walked to the private room in a mighty manner.

...

Here, at the entrance of the hotel—

As soon as Zhao Tiezhu and the others left, Xiao Wang, the secretary behind the palace, was also Zhao Tiezhu's confidant, guarded the gate to prevent the boss Chekov from suddenly coming.

Bored, Secretary Xiao Wang took out a cigarette from his pocket, leaned against the wall at the door, and started sucking it.

A cold wind of late spring blew and penetrated into his neck. Xiao Wang, who was wearing only thin work clothes, couldn't help but shivered from the cold. The cigarette he was holding shook and the ashes fell on his clothes.

Xiao Wang used his hand to flick the work clothes of the blue labor cloth and blew off the ash. He murmured in his heart that Popov was a secretary and he was also a secret, but he was different from his fate. Look, he was so majestic, not only he dressed well, but he was also surrounded by others. Even Director Zhao had to lick his face to receive the other party. He could only suffer here.

Just as Secretary Xiao Wang was complaining in his heart, the sound of the bicycle ringing was the sound of the bicycle.

Xiao Wang turned his head and saw a middle-aged man slowly coming on a 28-flying pigeon bicycle.

Xiao Wang didn't care and continued to lean against the wall and smoked.

The man came to the entrance of the hotel and was stopped by the security guard at the door, telling him that the bicycle should be tied to another place and should not be placed casually.

The middle-aged man felt a little embarrassed and said that he was looking for someone here.

The security guard asked who to look for, and he said he was looking for the person from the No. 1 Food Factory.

The security guard glanced at Xiao Wang who was leaning against the wall and said to the middle-aged man, "Go and find him, he is from the food factory."

The middle-aged man tied his bicycle, hesitated for a moment, stepped forward, took out a box of cigarettes, and handed them to Xiao Wang, who was smoking and almost had already smoked the butt of cigarettes, and said, "Hello, comrade."

Xiao Wang was thinking about something but was interrupted. He was a little unhappy. He took the cigarette and saw it. It was the cheapest scattered flower. He was even more unhappy. He glanced at the other party and was wearing a thick down jacket. He was wearing a tie inside. He was inappropriate and honest. He didn't know what to do.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Wang leaned against the wall, bent his fingers, flew out the cigarette butts he had finished smoking, and said ignorantly.

"Hello comrade, are you from the No. 1 Food Factory?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Xiao Wang was still lukewarm and had been the secretary of the factory director for many years. He was very accurate in looking at people. The middle-aged man in front of him was just an ordinary person, and he was probably not capable of anything. Look, the cigarettes he smoked were all scattered, but he couldn't match them when he wore clothes, so it would be no good for him to find himself.

"Oh, that me...I am from Nandu Meat Industry Factory."

"Meat and Meat Factory? Oh——!" Xiao Wang immediately understood.

This meat-in-handled factory often deals with their first food factory - to be precise, meat-in-handled factory often comes to their food factory to get business and ask for sponsorship, which belongs to their companies that go offline.

When the No. 1 Food Factory was the most glorious, the food produced was in high demand and needed to be frozen and stored. In the end, Director Chen of the Meat Coupon Factory grabbed the business. For this reason, Director Chen also went to Zhao Tiezhu's house to give gifts to Zhao Tiezhu and expressed his gratitude.

Now, when he heard that the other party was from a meat-dished factory, the secretary Xiao Wang's eyes immediately raised a lot. He looked at the middle-aged man from a downward angle and said, "You are from a meat-dished factory, what are you doing here?"

"I'll come here to discuss business with you Director Zhao." The middle-aged man said with a smile, looking very good-tempered.

“Talk about business?”

"Yes, I stayed at your factory gate for a day, and finally found out that Director Zhao was here, so I came."

"Since you are talking about business, why don't you Director Chen come here in person? If you are a stranger, would you look down on us?" Secretary Xiao Wang said unhappily.

"No, how could that happen!" the middle-aged man quickly explained, "I've just been promoted and am now in charge of the factory's foreign affairs. Oh, by the way, this is my business card." The middle-aged man seemed to suddenly remember something, and hurriedly touched his body. Finally, he took out a business card from the pocket inside the down jacket, wiped it on his body, and handed it to his secretary Xiao Wang.

In this era, anyone who can get a business card has some identities. Although Secretary Xiao Wang looked down on the other party, he also took the business card and took it and took a look.
Chapter completed!