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"What? No one was caught? You idiots, you can't handle such a simple thing? What do you do for a living? You also claim to be a senior intelligence agent of kgb. I think you are all shit-eating intelligence agents.

It's all bullshit..."[]

Bodanov was furious in the study room of the villa. The low temperature outside, which was as low as minus 40 degrees Celsius, and the blizzard flying in the sky still could not quench his anger.

With a scratch, the bottle placed on the table in front of him had just been opened. Louis XIII, who had drunk less than half of his drink, was thrown to the ground by the angry old man. The heavy wool carpet still couldn't

To stop the old man's rage, the wine bottle was smashed to pieces...

The red liquid and broken glass splashed from the broken wine bottle onto the trousers of the middle-aged man standing in front of the huge writing desk, but the middle-aged man still didn't dare to show off.

asthma.

This middle-aged man has a medium build and an ordinary appearance. He has broad cheeks, a big nose, chestnut hair, and short thick stubble on his face. He has a very typical and ordinary Russian appearance. He is definitely

The kind of person you can never find in a crowd.

His body is thick and strong, his appearance is ordinary, and he doesn't have any aggressive aura. He looks more like a lumberjack than a former agent at all.

At this time, this middle-aged man was standing obediently in front of Bodanov, letting the old man get angry. There was no emotion or joy on his face, and he looked more like a dull and dull lumberjack who had made a mistake.

Worker.

At this time, Bodanov was very angry. After receiving the fax from Friedman, he wanted to fly back to Moscow immediately and find someone to study countermeasures.

But the damn weather in the Sakha Republic delayed his trip. The Sakha Republic is located on the edge of the Arctic Circle and the Siberian tundra. The climate has never been warm all year round, not to mention the north wind and mild weather now.

December is the month when the cold wave is most rampant?

An unusual snowstorm for three consecutive days and a low temperature of minus 50 degrees trapped Bodanov in his villa in Taragansk, unable to move. This made Bodanov, who had been rushing back to deal with the crisis, unable to move.

My husband's anger increased greatly.

In addition, at this time, he, a subordinate who had always been very trustworthy, brought the news that the attempt to capture Gerheltu failed and Gerheltu was rescued, which was like adding fuel to the fire.

The anger that the old man had accumulated over the past few days finally burst out at this moment...

According to the news from Friedman, they already knew that they had colluded with the Mongols to swallow up the Erdenet copper mine.

But Friedman played tricks on himself as to whether they had any substantial evidence, and he could never confirm it.

Regarding the construction of the Taina Line this time, it seems that concessions and compromises are inevitable, but how much concessions should be made and how much compromises should be made are the key.

In the negotiations that we are going to face, we must draw a bottom line for ourselves, but where this bottom line is set depends on how much evidence Friedman and the others have against them.

However, the Mongolians in Erdene are extremely slow in investigating cases, and I can't trust them. Even if they find out that some key contracts have been stolen, they don't dare to tell them, and they may even deliberately not tell themselves.

.

So if you want to know what kind of bargaining chip Friedman has, you have to find the rat who betrayed him, but damn, this thing was messed up.

That damn Mongolian was actually rescued by a group of mysterious people. Now Bodanov was completely panicked. He didn't know how many chips the other party had in his hands. After this pairing, he and Fried

Negotiations between Cayman were very unfavorable.

After decades of smooth business career, he felt very unhappy with being led by others. He is an old-school strong person who likes to control others, but does not like to be controlled by others.

In his study, Bodanov was furious at his subordinate who came to KGB, venting his anger. After he roared for more than half an hour, his evil fire was finally vented.

Bodanov waved his hand at his subordinate, telling him to get out. After the lumberjack walked out of his room, Bodanov slowly sat down on the generous executive chair behind him.

superior.

He let out a long breath, then took out a good Havana cigar from the cigar box next to the table and lit it for himself. He took a deep breath and let the smoke slowly roll around the tip of his tongue, all the way from the tip to the base of his tongue.

Then he spit it out forcefully.

And at this time, his whole aura seemed to be following the smoke that he had just made.

After being squirted out, my whole body became limp and I lay on the executive chair lazily, not wanting to move.

At this time, there was a strong feeling of powerlessness in his heart, because he knew that this time, this Taina line business, it seemed that he might have to carry it, and he would also be in trouble!

After another five or six days, the cold wave that enveloped the Sakha Republic finally began to move south, driven by the monsoon blowing from deep Siberia. The sky in Taragansk, which had been covered with heavy snow for several days, finally

It also started to clear up.

Due to the snowstorm, all the airports in Taragansk have been closed. I am afraid they will not open again before the thaw in spring next year.

Bodanov had no intention of staying in Taragansk. He asked for a few snowplows to drive the way according to the GPS guidance. He took a convoy and headed south to Chita.

Go, he will take a plane there and go straight to Moscow to meet that old fox Friedman.

He wants to find out what Friedman, the old fox, wants this time.

The day after Bodanov arrived in Moscow, Friedman received his invitation. Bodanov invited him to go to his villa to discuss business this evening.

Friedman, who had been waiting for more than ten days, finally breathed a sigh of relief...

That night Friedman showed up at Bodanov's villa on the outskirts of Moscow. Along with him, in addition to the bodyguards he always brought, there was also a young man with an Asian appearance and two men with similar appearances.

Beautiful beautiful translator.

After the group of people arrived at Bodanov's villa, Bodanov did not give a few looks. Instead, he greeted Friedman and his party grandly and enthusiastically.

When Friedman got out of the car, Bodanov was even polite enough to wait in front of his villa. When Friedman got out of the car, he stepped forward and gave Friedman a very warm greeting.

Embrace.

"Long time no see, my old friend, how are you doing?"

"Haha, I'm very good, it seems you are doing well too, my friend...

After a while of laughing and talking, Aldridge, who also got out of the car, stood aside and looked at it with a numb scalp. Who said that these foreigners didn't know how to use tricks, and who said they were very straightforward.

of?

"Huh? This is...how come I haven't seen you before?"

Bodanov seemed to have noticed the young man with Asian face standing next to Friedman at this time.

"Haha, let me introduce to you. This is Aldrich Grashenko who came to Tatarstan. However, he grew up in the United States and only recently returned. You may not have heard of his name.

, but you must have heard of the new owner of Yukos, right?"

Friedman just pushed Aldridge to the front of the stage. At this time, Bodanov, who was standing aside and looking at Aldridge, opened his mouth wide. He never expected that Yukos'

The new mysterious owner is actually such a young Asian?

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper a little. Hello! My friend Grashenko from afar."

Bodanov quickly adjusted his demeanor, and then extended his hand to Jin Xiaoqiang.

"Hello, Mr. Bodanov!"

After a brief exchange of greetings, Bodanov let the group of them into his villa, and then without any nonsense, he took Friedman and Aldridge upstairs to his upstairs.

In the study room, he asked the butler to serve hot tea and refreshments to several distinguished guests, and then all the other people were dismissed and the closed-door meeting began.

Bodanov, who has long experience in business, already knew when Friedman introduced Jin Xiaoqiang that this guy must also be the main figure in this meeting. He grew up in the United States, is Asian, and is the head of Yukos.

It seems that this guy must have a good background. Maybe the knife in Friedman's hand was handed over by this guy. Mad, it seems that I made a mistake some time ago and should not have provoked that Yukos.

...

"Friedman, what do you want? I can open up the construction of the Taina Line, and I can also open up the rights to the Taina Line in the future, but really open up the development rights of the entire central and eastern Siberia.

, I can’t do this, I have to know which places are not all mine, and which are federal lands..."

Bodanov got right to the point when he came up and showed his bottom line. He was already prepared for the worst...

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't expect that Friedman and the mysterious Aldridge, who were sitting opposite, looked at each other and smiled, and then Friedman opened his mouth.

"No, you misunderstood, dear Bodanov, we don't need your development rights in Eastern Siberia. Don't you think the fewer people who eat this pot of meat, the better?" (To be continued)

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