After everyone sat down around the oval conference table, the Russian waitress in charge of the conference room was curled up with blonde hair, wearing maid outfits, and took a teapot. She smiled and poured the tea they loved to drink for Song Zhichao and others.

To be honest, the Chinese tea in Russia is not quite satisfactory. Perhaps because of the water quality, the tea brewed looks a bit bitter and lacks the sweetness after the bitterness.

Of course, Song Zhichao came to the Soviet Union not to drink tea, but to negotiate here, so he did not comment on the tea here.

In a moment, the negotiations began.

As the host, Anglev, who was sitting upright, first said: "Dear Song, we have heard from Comrade Bapulev that you want to exchange for our Sutu 154 passenger plane with cans, clothes, wine and other daily necessities from you. Don't you know if this is true?"

Song Zhichao gently stroked the teacup with his palm, feeling the warmth coming from the teacup - Damn Soviet guy, such a big conference room doesn't turn on the air conditioner, it's too cold.

In fact, Song Zhichao wronged Anglev and others, and the air conditioner in the conference room began to turn on, but these Soviets had long been used to the cold. It would be OK to turn on the air conditioner a little bit, but they didn't know that Song Zhichao and the others were afraid of the cold.

"Dear Comrade Anglev, what you said just now is all facts." Song Zhichao said confidently, "We are willing to exchange your four Sutu 154 passenger planes for your necessary daily necessities."

Anglev smiled: "If this is the case, we are very welcome. But—"

Angrif didn't say anything later, and the Bozhnev next to him smiled and said, "But we need to make a long-term plan, to be precise, how many necessities will you use to exchange for our precious planes?"

Both parties have intentions, bargain directly?

Song Zhichao thought for a moment and realized that it must be that Bapurov had promised his strength in front of these people, and the big names he deliberately created when he came just now made these people believe in him, so he saw the mountain like this and went directly to discuss the specific content of the purchase.

"The price of four aircraft in the international market should be around 50 to 60 million, but..." Song Zhichao paused for a moment, waved his hand, and Jin Jiu handed him a piece of information from the briefcase he was carrying.

Song Zhichao took the information and said to Anglev and the other two: "But because your country is in a special situation now, it is being sanctioned by the United States, Britain, France and other Western countries. Even if you have planes, you can't sell them. The only one who can accept you planes is not anyone else!" He said that, and handed over the information in hand, signaling Anglev and others to check it carefully.

Anglev didn't expect that Song Zhichao was prepared early, but he was slightly stunned, but they seemed very calm and took the information that had long been translated into Russian and started reading it.

About a minute or two later, Anglev and the others whispered, and then Anglev asked someone to pour him a glass of vodka liquor, and then said to Song Zhichao calmly: "Thank you for showing us these information, dear Song - but it's a pity that we have no interest in these!" As he said that, someone directly returned the information to Song Zhichao.

Anglev continued to say confidently: "We can make all things in black and white. Now we want frankness and trust each other. Therefore, a plane cannot be missed by 60 million."

Next to him, Bozhnev nodded and said, "Yes, our planes are very valuable. Even if they are sold in the international market, they will be low."

Andrew said: "Our planes are very popular. Even if you don't want them, there will be other foreign guests coming back to buy them - good goods are not cheap, and it is worth buying them at a high price!"

Seeing these three people singing and reunited, Song Zhichao couldn't help but feel funny. Could it be that these Soviet government officials were all actors? This acting is too deliberate.

"Mr. Anglev, and Bozhnev, Mr. Andrew, I understand what you mean, and I also know very well how valuable your Sutu 154 passenger plane is - if you don't say secret words, your so-called good goods are not cheap, so you must be really good goods!"

"What do you mean?" Anglev and others were unhappy. You should know that the Soviets in this era were still very proud of heavy industry, especially in aviation and military industry. In their eyes, except for the United States that could compete with them, the aircraft, cannons and other countries produced by other countries were garbage.

"I mean, besides your Sutu 154 passenger plane, we have other options, such as French passenger planes and American passenger planes... The Boeing series must always be better than your Sutu, right?" Song Zhichao calmly threw out Boeing and asked them to compare.

Anglev and the other two looked at each other. To be honest, they were all senior officials of the Soviet government, not businessmen. Doing business and doing politics are different things, especially when it comes to bargaining.

Anglev said with a tough bullet: "Since you like American Boeing so much, why are you coming to us?"

"Yes, you can fly to the United States to do business with those Americans. What should we do in the Soviet Union?" Bozhnev continued.

Song Zhichao smiled, picked up the teacup, took a sip of the tea, then put down the teacup, closed his hands, and became a tower-shaped figure. He looked at the three of them with bright eyes, and seemed confident: "I came here mainly for international friendship!"

"International friendship?" The Anglev and the other two looked at me, I looked at you--it was a ghost to believe you.

"That's right, it's for international friendship." Song Zhichao said with emotion. "As our traditional country of friendship, we China and you, the Soviet Union, have a good relationship with friends. We have stood on the same front, resisted imperialism, and completed the anti-aggression war."

"We remember the greatness and friendship of the Soviet people. As an entrepreneur, I always think of the lovely and kind people who have given us infinite help."

"Now, I see that the Soviet people are not full or warm in food for some reason. Their heart is like a needle and a bayonet cut. In countless late nights, I asked myself - what can I do for the Soviet people?"

"Finally, I saw that you were trying to sell Sutu 154 passenger plane, and my dear Bapurov also contacted me at this time. This good brother thought this was a very good opportunity to enhance the friendship between the two peoples, and knew that I had a lot of daily necessities for changing planes, so he suggested that I come to the Soviet Union to inspect and see if I could become a partner, whether I could exchange your passenger plane, and save the Soviet people from dire straits..."

Song Zhichao's words were extremely emotional, which made even the "good brother" Bapulev stunned, almost believing Song Zhichao's nonsense.

"Of course, maybe you think I might be a bit exaggerated, but I can tell you very accurately that for your Sutu 154 passenger plane, I don't plan to buy it. I came here just by being invited, and came here for a casual trip at the invitation of the Papulov brothers, and traveling and seeing the exotic style. If you don't believe it, you can ask Papulov--"

Upon hearing this, Anglev and the other two looked at Bapurov at the same time. Bapurov cursed in his heart, but his acting skills were much better than these three high-ranking officials. After all, he was in a black and white area and was also the famous "chameleon" in Moscow.

"Yes, yes, I sincerely invited my dear Song to visit the Soviet Union. As for bringing him to meet you, it is also a coincidence - I also want to contribute to the people of the motherland!" Paplov said earnestly.

The Anglev and the other two looked at me again, I looked at you.

Their profound political wisdom seems to be a little short-circuited in the face of such negotiations.

In fact, Song Zhichao grasped their fatal points. Because Song Zhichao knew that for these Soviet people, the social turmoil was at this time. Instead of guarding four dead planes that could not be eaten or drunk, it was better to buy food and other supplies, so that they could survive the lives of the people around them. Especially in the harsh winter, the Soviet Union may have frozen to death, and there were not enough clothes, hats, shoes, canned food and strong liquor. I don’t know how many people would be frozen to death on the streets.

Whether for the people, for the official hat on your head, or for the relatives around you, or for your future, this purchase must be successful.

"The interests of the people are above everything else!" Anglev said suddenly, and then he looked at the two partners around him with a serious expression, and said, "Comrade Bozhnev, Comrade Andrew, now I am on behalf of the people and the country to make a decision that can slightly reduce the price of our Sutu 154 passenger plane. What do you think?"

Bozhnev and Andrew nodded, "We have no doubts, we raise our hands to agree--for the sake of Sino-Soviet friendship, for our great international friendship, and for our great Soviet people, it is understandable that the prices will be reduced occasionally for our dear Chinese friends."

Anglev nodded, then looked back at Song Zhichao and said, "So dear Song, how much do you think the price is appropriate?"

Song Zhichao thought for a while, then bargained: "How about a fight of 45 million?"

Anglev and the other two were stunned. This was too fierce. Their own Sutu was sold internationally, and at least 50 million per aircraft could be sold.

Just as the three of them were about to object, Song Zhichao spoke again, "If you agree to this price, I will exchange all four planes for you to get daily necessities of the same value! In addition, I will give each of you a big gift package - you are happy, I am happy, everyone is happy, how about it?"

This is to...

Everyone understands people.

Tacitly understood.

Anglev suddenly stood up and said, "That depends on your sincerity, my dear Song. In addition, we must see what the necessities we need look like. We must be worthy of the people!"

Song Zhichao smiled and stood up to shake hands with Anglev and others and said, "Please rest assured. My sincerity is very strong. As for you to see the goods, you will drive the plane to Hong Kong at the end of this month. I have prepared all the essentials I exchanged for you for the first one, just wait for you to review!"

"Hahaha, this is the best!" Anglev shook hands with Song Zhichao.

"Let's have dinner together, my dear friend!" Bozhnev shook hands cordially with Song Zhichao.

"Please taste the skills of our St. Petersburg chefs and our authentic vodka, which is definitely no worse than yours in China!" Andrew said while shook hands.

In a friendly and peaceful atmosphere, everyone left the conference hall one after another and walked towards the restaurant.

Song Zhichao knew on the surface that the matter had been half successful. Now the most critical moment is here. What kind of gift package should I give to three Soviet friends?

Gifts are light and affection are heavy, so they are not applicable here.
Chapter completed!