A moment later, Wang Qiang led the driver who had picked us up at the airport during the day, wearing a military uniform, in and asked in confusion, "What do you want to talk to me about at this hour?"
"Haha, of course there's something wrong."
"The boss wants to see you, let me pick you up."
Bao Junyi was surprised. He didn't expect it to happen so quickly. He said, "Oh, let's go."
As they were about to leave, the man in military uniform said, "Mr. Bao, you don't need to bring so many bodyguards with you. We will definitely ensure your safety in Moscow."
"If we want to do something, what can you, a bodyguard like me, do?"
Wang Qiang next to him was very angry and wanted to step forward to argue, but was stopped by Bao Junyi, so he spoke.
"I see."
Bao Junyi had a gloomy face and said to the people around Wang Qiang before they left the hotel together.
He was very uneasy now. After all, this kind of life was out of control, making him uncomfortable all over. He secretly made up his mind that he must become stronger and not let the situation like today happen again.
A few dozen minutes later.
With military vehicles leading the way, we drove all the way to the outskirts of Mosco, into a large manor.
Bao Junyi got off the car and saw the ancient castle manor from the medieval Tsarist Russia period. It was very large and magnificent, and was a typical private manor for the nobility in the Bear Country.
He was led into the manor by the guard at the door and into a living room.
At this time, Bao Junyi saw a middle-aged man in his sixties wearing a military uniform. However, when he saw the military ranks on his shoulders, his pupils widened.
Bao Junyi's face was filled with shock. He saw the Marshal's Medal on his shoulders. It was unbelievable that he wanted to see him.
The middle-aged man in military uniform said with a smile, "Your name is Bao Junyi, right? Please sit wherever you like."
"My name is Vasily Petrov, and I'm the one who invited you here."
Bao Junyi suppressed his shock and said with a smile, "General Vasily Petrov... No, I should call him Marshal Vasily Petrov!"
"I don't know. You are the Marshal of the Mao Bear Army. What are you doing with a businessman like me?"
Vasily Petrov took out a cigar slowly, cut off the butt, lit it slowly, took a deep breath, and then spoke slowly.
"Mr. Bao Junyi, why are you in such a hurry?"
"I called you here this time because I found General Viktor Ivanovich Valenrov, who is also my subordinate."
Bao Junyi didn't know what he wanted to express, so he pretended to know nothing and said.
"Marshal Vasily Petrov, I don't know what you are talking about. I don't think I have any trade relations with your country."
"Haha, is that so."
Vasily Petrov looked at Bao Junyi meaningfully and didn't say anything else.
After a while, he said, "But, as far as I know, you have been in contact for some time."
"Some of our products have been sold all over the country, even to Moscow."
Bao Junyi's face was dark, and he secretly cursed Peterkov in his heart, "Is he a pig?"
To dare to sell it so blatantly, and even to the power center of Moscow, doesn't he know how to spell death? His father must have been unlucky to have such a son.
Bao Junyi suddenly said, "Oh, Marshal, I remember now. We do have some small products that we trade with them in the Ermaozi area."
"But, they are just some small daily necessities, so they shouldn't be illegal."
Vasily Petrov didn't answer. He took a deep drag on his cigar before saying, "Really?"
"How come according to my investigation, there are oil, rare minerals, energy, and even arms?"
Bao Junyi knew that the other party must have conducted a very detailed investigation, otherwise, he would not be so casual and completely controlled by the other party.
However, he was very curious as to why a field marshal suddenly wanted to see him and what he wanted from him?
Bao Junyi laid it all out straight away, saying, "Marshal Vasily Petrov, there were indeed some transactions before, but they were all legitimate, and you also received a large amount of much-needed supplies and wheat."
"If you feel that I have violated your regulations, I can terminate the transaction and am willing to accept your fine."
Vasily Petrov nodded in satisfaction. "I didn't expect you to admit it so directly. I thought you were like those Western capitalists, playing dumb and refusing to admit it."
"Since you've already admitted it, let me also appreciate that you are very different from Western capital. As for the fine, there's no need."
“But hopefully we can continue to work together.”
Bao Junyi's face was full of question marks, not knowing what he was up to.
Puzzled, "Continue to cooperate?"
"With you?"
Vasily Petrov shook his head and smiled. "No, it's with the military."
"military?"
"The only thing Miracle Group can offer is the F-16 fighter jet. Besides, you should also have third-generation fighter jets. You shouldn't need to purchase more from us, right?"
"It's not munitions."
Bao Junyi asked doubtfully: "It's not arms, it's..."
Suddenly, he thought of something and asked in surprise, "Marshal Vasily Petrov, you're talking about daily necessities and food. Are you trading privately with your military?"
"That's right, but most of the supplies you transport into the country of Mao Xiong will need to be traded with our military."
"But we will help you solve the transportation problem."
Bao Junyi suddenly realized that the Soviet Union might be facing supply difficulties at home, and now the army has been affected.
Bao Junyi asked suspiciously, "I wonder how the Marshal solved it?"
Vasily Petrov said unconcernedly, "Your previous sea transportation was too limited. Now I can operate a direct transport from China to Moscow via the Trans-Siberian Railway."
Bao Junyi was very shocked and said, "Are you sure you are not joking?"
"Do you think I'm kidding you?"
Bao Junyi suppressed his inner surprise and said calmly, "Then I wonder what products you want to buy from us, Marshal?"
“Or, is there a specific list?”
Vasily Petrov walked to the desk, took a list from the drawer and handed it to him.
"This is the material our military needs right now, and it lists the monthly and annual requirements."
Bao Junyi reached out and took the list. The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became. The units at the back were all in tonnage.
He asked tentatively, "Marshal, are you sure your unit didn't make a mistake?"
Vasily Petrov shook his head and said, "Indeed, this time the demand isn't just for our army, but also for the navy, army, and air force."
"Because the domestic light industry output is insufficient, the gap cannot be met. Otherwise, you capitalists would not have come here just because you smelled fish."
Bao Junyi said in disbelief, "Marshal, I don't know if I should ask."
"It's okay. You're very much my cup of tea. Unlike those Western capitalists, just say what you want to say."
"I'm curious. Even if there's a shortage of light industry in Russia, it can't possibly affect the military."
"Could it be..."
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