Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Faced with this serious accusation, Director Li coughed lightly, took a step forward, and stood between the two men.

"Mr. Vasily."

Director Li pointed to Zhao Shanhe, who was engrossed in collecting sable pelts:

"He supplied this batch of goods."

His name is Zhao Shanhe.

Vasily paused for a moment.

He narrowed his eyes, sized up Zhao Shanhe, who was dressed in a sheepskin coat and looked rustic, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Turns out he was just a supplier."

"Are all Chinese businessmen this rude? So ignorant of etiquette?"

Zhao Shanhe didn't even raise his head.

His hands continued moving, carefully stuffing the wild ginseng roots one by one into his robes, as if the Soviet window manager who was speaking was just a wisp of air.

Vasily was left standing there, his facial muscles twitching twice, his temper flaring instantly:

"What do you mean? Are you Chinese people so rude?"

Zhao Shanhe rolled his eyes at him, continued packing, and casually uttered a remark:

"Why bother with manners when dealing with a Russian like you?"

"What?"

Vasily was taken aback.

He speaks good Chinese and knows that "old Russian" is not a good word, but the first three characters are beyond his comprehension.

"What do you mean by...grooves?"

Vasily turned to look at the translator, Xiao Zhang, beside him, his eyes filled with confusion and anger.

Xiao Zhang's face instantly turned a deep liver color. After struggling for a while, he stammered, unsure of how to open his mouth.

This word is too vulgar to translate.

"Ahem!"

Director Li quickly interrupted the awkward situation, turned to Zhao Shanhe, and lowered his voice:

"Shanhe! Calm down! Be mindful of the consequences!"

"Director Li, I'm just an ordinary citizen, so any impact on me has nothing to do with me."

Zhao Shanhe stuffed the last mink pelt into his pocket, clapped his hands, and his eyes were as cold as ice:

"I just don't want to do business with those damn Russians anymore."

"Nonsense!"

Director Li grew anxious and stepped forward, grabbing Zhao Shanhe's sleeve:

"If you don't sell it to him, who else can you sell it to? This is our only legitimate channel!"

"Anyway, I have the channels, Director Li, don't worry."

Zhao Shanhe rolled up his sleeves and started to walk out.

"stop!"

Director Li suddenly shouted sternly, his face full of the seriousness one would expect when faced with matters of principle:

"Xiao Zhao! You mustn't do anything illegal or disorderly!"

"Tell me the truth, you absolutely have to take the goods, you wouldn't..., would you?"

Director Li stared intently into Zhao Shanhe's eyes, his voice barely audible, just enough for Vasily to hear:

"Could it be that they're going to sell it to those people on the Soviet black market?"

Upon hearing this...

Zhao Shanhe paused abruptly after taking a step.

He didn't immediately refute, but subconsciously avoided Director Li's gaze.

That look in his eyes flickered for a fleeting moment.

"...Don't worry about it."

Zhao Shanhe gave a vague reply and wrapped the bundle in his arms even tighter.

"Scalpers? Black market?"

Although Vasily hadn't understood the word "groove" at first, he understood these keywords. Combined with Zhao Shanhe's guilty reaction, his mind went blank for a moment, and he instantly understood everything.

This Chinese man wanted to bypass the window and directly distribute the goods to those "parasites" outside who would sell even their own mothers for rubles!

Vasily knew all too well what kind of people those Soviet speculators outside were.

They are a bunch of parasites who undermine the country, vampires that feed on the body of a vast empire!

But now, this damned Chinese man in front of me would rather do business with those "rats in the gutter" than accept the terms offered by a legitimate official like myself.

What is this?

This is utterly disgracing the Soviet Union!

"I understand... I understand!"

Vasily was so angry he laughed, his hand trembling as he pointed at Zhao Shanhe:

"You want to sell the supplies to those parasites on the black market?!"

"You'd rather feed it to criminals who undermine the nation than sell it to our foreign trade window?!"

Vasily slammed his hand on the table, his grey-blue eyes bloodshot.

"That's illegal!"

He shouted sharply, his finger almost poking Zhao Shanhe's face:

"You're committing a crime! I'm warning you! Those people are a disgrace to the Soviet Union! By making deals with them, you're becoming an accomplice!"

Director Li also became serious, and with a pained expression, he cooperated, saying:

"Shanhe, did you hear that?! Even Mr. Vasily said they're parasites! Tell me honestly, who are you going to sell them to? Selling them to those Soviet smugglers is illegal!"

Looking at the finger that was about to poke his face, Zhao Shanhe's slight "guilt" vanished instantly, replaced by a roguish and unruly air.

"Moths? That's illegal?"

Zhao Shanhe spat on the ground, pointed at Vasily, and spoke softly, but every word was piercing:

"I'd rather have the goods rot in my hands than sell them to this son of a bitch."

Although Vasily didn't understand the word, judging from Zhao Shanhe's expression and the way the translator Xiao Zhang looked like he wanted to disappear into the ground, he knew it was definitely not a good thing.

"What is this?!"

Vasily was trembling with rage. He slammed his fist on the table and roared:

"I want to file a complaint! I want to formally protest to your Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

"You're causing a diplomatic incident! I'm going to get you removed from your post and arrested!"

He had used this tactic against many Chinese officials, and it always worked.

however.

Zhao Shanhe looked at him as if he were a fool, and even reached out to pick his ear.

"Ministry of Foreign Affairs? Protest?"

Zhao Shanhe shrugged indifferently and straightened the collar of his sheepskin coat:

"Vasily, has your brain been frozen?"

"I'm just an ordinary person, a farmer, a mountain runner."

"I have no work unit, no official position, and I'm not even a team leader."

Zhao Shanhe took a step forward, looking Vasily in the eye for the first time, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Your diplomatic protest might intimidate Director Li, but it won't intimidate me."

"What? You're going to sue me at the United Nations if I don't sell you anything?"

"you--!!"

Vasily was so choked up that his face turned red, and he stood there with his mouth open, unable to speak for a long time.

Yes.

He was able to use this tactic to pressure Director Li because Director Li held an official position.

But this thug in front of me is barefoot; his bureaucratic system's big stick can't hit him at all.

Save your breath.

Looking at the discomfitured Vasily, Zhao Shanhe coldly uttered:

"Save your official airs for when you get back to Moscow."

"I won't serve you."

Short, powerful, and without any unnecessary delays.

"Mountains and Rivers!"

Director Li finally spoke, his face bearing his usual stern expression, seemingly genuinely trying to maintain order:

"Don't cross the line."

"This is, after all, border trade between the two countries, and it's a matter of the bigger picture."

Zhao Shanhe glanced at Director Li and nodded almost imperceptibly.

The show's over, time to leave.

"OK."

Zhao Shanhe wrapped the things in his arms tighter, turned and walked towards the door, leaving behind his final words of attitude:

"Border trade is border trade."

"Business is business."

"I'm not doing this deal."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and strode out.

The wind and snow rushed in instantly, making the documents on the table rustle loudly.

Vasily, who had been in shock, finally came to his senses just as Zhao Shanhe's figure was about to disappear through the doorway.

An unprecedented sense of panic and anger welled up inside me.

He jumped up from his chair and yelled towards the door:

"You dare!"

"Try leaving!"

"You are threatening the Soviet people!!"

however.

The only response he received was the howling wind and the heavily closed door.

"Bang!"