Vladivo... The Chinese are still used to calling it Vladivostok, the largest local port in the Far East of the Soviet Union, and the home port of the Pacific Fleet.

Unfortunately, this place is not a frozen port. Whenever Vladivostok enters winter, the Soviet Pacific Fleet has no choice but to travel south to Cam Ran Bay in Annan for winter.

Standing on the hill outside the empty port of Vladivostok, Hu Wenhai put down the telescope in his hand and looked back, and stood in the cold wind with some sighs and was silent.

Even just from the berth of the Pacific Fleet, you can see what a great fleet this is. The great Red Navy has military machines that can compete with the Americans, which are terrible but awesome.

Fortunately, the Russians played themselves to death, otherwise who would be 100% sure to fight such an enemy?

"The wind today is a bit noisy."

"What?"

Korolev leaned against the door of the jeep and lit a cigarette on his own. Although Hu Wenhai was pronunciating Chinese that he was familiar with, why did he know every word but he didn't know what it meant?

"Oh, nothing." Hu Wenhai pretended to cough and threw the telescope to Korolev: "I said, you just took me, the Chinese, to come and see me. Is it really okay? Are you not a KGB? You are the main ones who catch spies?"

Unexpectedly, after Hu Wenhai said this, Korolev burst into laughter: "If brother-in-law, you are really a spy, then we, the Soviet Union, hope that there will be another hundred Chinese spies! I just don't know, whether you China will take advantage of the 100 Hu Wenhai?"

Judging from Korolev's appearance, he also knew that using an important figure like Hu Wenhai as an intelligence officer would be too stupid. Besides, what is the confidentiality of the information on Vladivostok Port to China? Even if there is something that needs to be kept confidential, Hu Wenhai can't see anything like this.

"Okay, no matter how much you flatter me, you don't want to pay a penny less for our business."

Hu Wenhai turned around and sat in the jeep and asked, "Where are we going next? You won't have partners here in Vladivostok, right?"

"How is it possible? My partners are spread throughout every inch of the Soviet Union!"

Korolev got into the driver's seat, slammed the accelerator and drove towards the bottom of the mountain.

"Although our business in Vladivostok is not small, you are not short of goods in China. To be honest, sometimes I even feel like living in China here."

The jeep was driving on the road, Korolev held the steering wheel with one hand and the military kettle with the other, and took a sip from time to time during the stop and walk.

"Hey, Korolev, what are you drinking?" Hu Wenhai was shocked and disbelief: "How can you drink while driving? This is too dangerous!"

The high-purity wine smell that Hu Wenhai floated out of the military kettle could be easily judged that the liquid that Korolev contained there was no other liquid except vodka.

"What's wrong?" Korolev looked confused, so he said: "If you don't drink a little wine, how can you have the courage to drive in the Soviet Union? No problem, don't worry, my Davarish."

Hu Wenhai was desperate and looked at Korolev drunk driving all the way and ran a red light, deeply regretting why he refused Wang Ye and Qin Kai's accompanying him...

Safe motherland, I miss you so much!

The jeep driven by Korolev rushed directly into a building with soldiers standing guard. Hu Wenhai did not see the sign at the door clearly, and he couldn't understand the Russian name, so he had to follow Korolev forward.

The sound of horns rang out in the yard, and after a while, a strong officer in military uniform walked out of the building.

This should be a military agency, not only are there soldiers standing guard in front of the gate, but also because of the military temperament everywhere here.

Shrubs and pine trees trimmed into geometric shapes, spotless cement roads cleaned, and various military training facilities on the grass all remind people that this is a disciplined dictatorial body.

"My dear Korolev Davarishi, long time no see!"

The officer came up and gave Korolev a hug. They were really two people who were evenly matched! They seemed to want to decide the winner in the grapple, but unfortunately they both turned red and no one gave in.

"Balchev, you thief." Korolev hit his chest twice before finally escaping: "You said, are you the two cigarette people I stole from me last time?"

Korolev's accusation made Balchev's arrogance quickly restrained, and he smiled dejectedly: "Kororev Davarich, we are friends, how can we steal between friends? Besides, your two cigarettes are really the best. What is the name? Is it the pronunciation of iaoioongmao?"

"You bastard, it's you!" Korolev was furious: "You know this is a special product that can only be enjoyed by leaders above the state party committee secretary!"

"Oh!" Balchev's eyes suddenly lit up: "Kororev Davarishi, do you still have this cigarette in your hand? This is a good gimmick. I'll buy it from you twice, no, triple the price."

Korolev pondered: "This kind of cigarette is gone, but I still have a batch of yuxis in there, and the quality is similar to that of xiao-breasted mao. You can press this story on the head of this cigarette."

"Okay, but I can only pay twice the price of this kind of yuxi, and it won't be enough to get a penny!"

"Can!"

"Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced it yet"

Korolev and Balchev came over, and he hugged Hu Wenhai's shoulder and said with honor: "Let me introduce you, this is my brother-in-law. My lovely sister Yulia's husband, the ruler of the Northeast China economy, the owner of the world's richest man, the protector of Manli trade, and the owner of Xinke Group Hu Wenhai!"

"Damn it, the two cigarettes you stole were the gifts given to me by my dear Hu!"

"Oh? So dear Hu, can you sell me more of that kind of cigarettes?"

"Go, don't insult my brother-in-law with your pitiful money!" Korolev jumped up and said, "Do you know what level of Hu's business is? You will never think that he is worthy of making a deal with you in your entire life."

Korolev's words did not make Balchev angry, but instead the other party laughed.

"Okay, then we won't talk about business." Balchev made a gesture of invitation: "It's getting late, I'll invite my dear from China to have a meal!"

Korolev bar Balchev's words were translated. Hu Wenhai nodded after hearing this, saying that he agreed to the request for lunch.

"Balchev is the brigade commander of the 51st Motorized Brigade of the Far East Border Defense Force. He controls an important border trade checkpoint in the coastal Krai. We sell many products through him and his troops."

"Border trade inspection station in the Binhai Bandar Krai? What you are not doing smuggling, right?" Hu Wenhai frowned and looked at Korolev: "Otherwise, why should we take care of this brigade commander in charge of the border trade inspection station like this?"

"Hey, what is this to take care of?" Korolev shook his head: "Retail is the military's strength, because the police dare not take care of it. Moreover, they are crowded and fully equipped, and they can also reimburse fuel expenses with military vehicles when delivering goods. There is also a reason."

Korolev blinked mysteriously and said as if he was seeking credit: "The border trade checkpoint Balchev is responsible for is not the part bordering the coastal Krai and China, but the part bordering North Korea."

"ah!"

Hu Wenhai was really surprised and asked curiously: "It's so hard that you have sold the goods to North Korea?"

"For a price difference, goods entering North Korea from the Soviet Union are tax-free, so you can't do it."

Hu Wenhai nodded in a sigh. As North Korea's "society-minister country", the Soviet Union has various trade conveniences. China, which is not as good as the Soviet Union, can only endure it first.

"Don't you want to know the capacity of the Soviet market? It's the best to come to Balchev. He has an account that records the sales of retail this year. With this account book, you know that this business is profitable and profitable."

"Hope so."

The lunch arranged by Balchev is quite sumptuous. Who would have thought that there was a small restaurant in the military camp that was not inferior to a high-end Western restaurant?

A piano was placed on the stage in the center square, and a woman in her thirties was playing Tchaikovsky's winter thoughts. The gentle sound of the piano did not take away the audience's attention, but it unknowingly brought the audience a comfortable mood.

Around the square stage, there are four tables in the restaurant. In other words, such a small restaurant can only accommodate four tables of people at the same time. However, judging from its luxury, it may be more expensive than a restaurant with a hundred people.

"Come and try our caviar, dear Hu Caspian sturgeon, this was a delicacy that the royal family could enjoy in the past! Only in the Soviet Union can we have such good food, let us toast to the great Soviet Union!"

"For the Soviet Union!"

Korolev raised his wine glass and collided with Balchev hard.

Hu Wenhai cut out a spoonful of black caviar, with the grains full and crystal clear. Such food seemed to be a work of art.

The truly authentic way to eat caviar is by no means the way to eat bread like nouveau riche Americans. Instead, fill the spoon like this and then put it directly into your mouth to feel the pleasure of caviar cracking in your mouth!

“This is really”

Hu Wenhai made a sound of admiration and nodded repeatedly: "No, it's really a rare delicacy."

Seeing Hu Wenhai showing a satisfied look, Balchev snapped his fingers and waited for the waiter to come over: "Let the kitchen wrap the freshest caviar can for my most honorable guest!"

"Yes, Brigade Commander Balchev." The waiter in military uniform immediately stood at attention and saluted a Soviet-style military salute.

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!