When it was dark, Li Mingdou and He Xiao, who had nothing to do, went to Wang Zhonghai and Yang Pao's dance hall to dance.
Dancing is also addictive. On the day when Li Mingdou and Wang Zhonghai's dance hall opened, they followed Wan Feng to the dance hall and were dragged out by female gangsters. It seems that he has become addicted to dancing. He goes dancing in the evening when he has nothing to do. Since Wan Feng didn't go, he was a little scared and dragged He Xiao into the trap.
"I don't object to you two going dancing, but you must use your brain when you walk, and don't get beaten up by others without knowing what's going on!" Wan Feng reminded the two guys as he saw them leaving.
"It's okay, it's not far from here."
"Things usually happen when you think you're doing fine. Be careful. If something does happen, don't just stand there and fight it. Run back and deal with it later."
"I see. You're not going?"
"I have something to do tonight, so I won't go."
Wan Feng's job in the evening was to accompany Qu Yang to visit a family of a deputy director of the Heihe City Public Security System who had just moved into a new house.
The old director of the Heihe Public Security Bureau will retire in March next year, and this deputy director will become the director in a few months.
During the day, when Wan Feng went to Qu Yang to do something, he accidentally mentioned this matter and asked Wan Feng whether he should show some respect.
Qu Yang actually doesn't need to pay any attention to it. They are not in the same system. As long as he doesn't do anything wrong, the chances of their interactions are not many, so there is no point in paying any attention to it.
But Wan Feng thought he should go and show some respect. Although he was doing a legal business now, he still had to pay some money to some people, so that if something went wrong it would be too late to come to the rescue.
He prepared two thousand yuan as a gift.
Although this is an unhealthy trend, it is a matter of adapting to local customs, and he naturally cannot stay out of it.
After He Xiao and Li Mingdou left, Wan Feng still didn't go out because it was not dark yet.
When Wan Feng watched Li Mingdou and the others leave, Shamilov just took out the bottle of wine.
The fact that he could produce a bottle of wine was at least proof that Shamilov had done business with the Chinese.
You can't say it's not business if you exchange something for a bottle of wine.
The four guys stared at the bottle with blue eyes.
"If you want to hang out with me, just follow me. I'll give you plenty of drinks!"
The four guys looked at each other.
"You'll freeze to death if you drink outside. Besides, it's going to be dark soon. Come to my house for a drink. If you don't want to go, then keep fighting!"
There is a joke in the Soviet Union. When two people are fighting to the death and no one can stop them, throw a bottle of wine between them. The two will stop fighting immediately and rush to grab the wine.
This joke shows how much the Soviets love alcohol. Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that they would continue fighting after grabbing the alcohol and drinking it.
These four guys definitely don't have the heart to fight now. Only idiots would fight when they have wine to drink.
So the four guys followed Shamilov to his house.
After his mother died two years ago, Shamilov became a lonely man, living in a room on the fourth floor of an old building.
When Igor and his three companions arrived at the Shamilov house, Nisha had already prepared the food.
There's nothing much. In this area, whether Chinese or Russian, what people eat in winter are almost all potatoes and cabbage. This is not limited to nationality.
But today there is an extra plate of something that looks like sausage.
Shamilov took out two more bottles of wine and poured about half a tael of wine into each person's glass.
Maozi loves to drink, but he doesn't put the bottle in his mouth and drink it all without stopping as people imagine.
On the contrary, they also pour wine into the cup and drink it, usually about half a liang of wine, drink it all in one gulp, and then pour it again.
The Chinese have a saying that one should drink three rounds before talking about things, but the Russians don't have this rule. After one glass, Taras asked Shamilov where the wine came from and where the delicious sausage came from.
"I was lucky enough to meet a young Chinese man in the trading shed. I'm doing business with him now. It's quite a big business, so I need some help. We used to hang out together, and I thought of you guys. But you guys started fighting after not working for a few days. I'm so disappointed."
"Actually, between us..." Anton wanted to explain.
"Forget it, let's not talk about it. We've been together for a long time, and I can guess the conflicts between you without even hearing them. They're all just shit. I'll give you a task. Gather all the people we used to hang out with, and ask them to work with me. I'll provide you with alcohol and pay you, and we'll make a name for ourselves in Bu City."
At this moment, Shamilov's heroic spirit fascinated Nisha, who thought that she must let Shamilov instill more love in her tonight.
"I have to go gather someone tomorrow. Once I get him here, our team will be almost complete. The day after tomorrow, I'll show you the business I'm doing."
Shamilov did not tell Igor and the others who he was going to see.
When Wan Feng told him that he needed to find a powerful person to support him, he had such a candidate in mind.
The next day, Igor and others began to look for some of their former companions, while Shamilov drove a Lada out of the city and headed northeast along the Amazing Lijiang River to a small village.
Shamilov drove into the village and finally stopped in front of a low wooden house by the Lijiang River.
Shamilov came to the house with a bag on his back and knocked on the door: "Uncle Alexei, are you home?"
The door flew open, and a resounding voice almost roared out, "Little bear, come and see me, little one."
Shamilov's face was as bright as a chrysanthemum. "Uncle Alexei, I did come to see you."
"Then why didn't you come to see me before?"
"Didn't I have no money before? How could I have the nerve to come to see you without money?"
"Come in!"
Shamilov then entered the room.
There was a man in the room who was not tall, but rather short, probably around forty years old. However, as he sat there, he exuded an air of majesty.
"Did you bring any wine?"
"How dare you come here without any wine?"
Shamilov opened his backpack and took out six bottles of white wine.
Alexei snatched up a bottle.
"Hey! What kind of wine is this?"
"Chinese grain liquor, 60% alcohol."
"Is it delicious?"
"Try it. I think it's okay. It's not as good as our vodka, but it's quite strong."
Alexey opened the bottle, poured a little into the glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
He pursed his lips and smacked his lips twice: "Not bad, not bad, quite aggressive! Where did you get it from?"
Shamilov did not answer the other party, but took out a handful of sausages from his bag.
"Uncle Alexei, this is perfect for drinking."
After saying that, he peeled a sausage and handed it to Alexei.
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