Mayor Shen Jiangang seems to be trying to get into trouble.

He mentioned all the expensive wines he could think of, but Zheng Hejin just smiled and shook his head.

Finally, he said: "They haven't come up with the application procedures yet. I will report to you when they have it."

Shen Jiangang had no choice but to sigh: "Forget it, Boss Feng made a great contribution to our city's economy and was also a pioneer in Shenzhen's reform and opening up. We believe in his character."

"Supervise it carefully."

Shen Jiangang looked at the time on the wall again: "It's time to get off work, let's go out for a drink together."

"I'm telling you, Lao Zheng, I got some good stuff today."

After speaking, he mysteriously took out two bottles of Xiaoli Baijiu from his desk.

Both of them are old talkers. After seeing this, Zheng Hejin swallowed instinctively: "Isn't this in short supply?"

Shen Jiangang laughed loudly: "I can buy it if I can."

"Let's go out and have a restaurant."

The two of them walked outside as they talked, not realizing that what they were guessing was that Xiaoli Baijiu was going to be launched in Shenzhen.

It's very simple. Xiaoli Baijiu is very popular, but they currently don't have overwhelming advertising in Shenzhen City.

It’s all passed down by word of mouth from Laokouzi, and many people don’t even know which winery this product is from.

A very strange phenomenon.

After walking out of the office building, Zheng Hejin suddenly thought of something: "Mayor Shen, if I remember correctly, when I was studying in the Soviet Union, my Soviet mentor always talked about Chinese liquor. Otherwise, let's

Served with white wine?"

Shen Jiangang patted his head: "Why did you forget this?"

He looked at the wine in his hand again: "Is this wine distributed by Feng Corporation?"

"It seems so."

"Okay, let the secretary go to Boss Feng and the people in his company later, and we will entertain them with this wine."

"The price is not expensive, but the taste is soft and the taste is good. A small bottle of wine, a few sips without overdosing, is our way of hospitality."

The two of them discussed while walking and entered the restaurant nearby.

…

Nevanov knew that many people were scratching their heads to see him.

Those who sell sweaters, pots, and bowls are all dishonest, and none of the people from the manufacturers are.

He had only one purpose for his trip, and that was to meet Chai Jin.

He didn't want to meet anyone at first, but in the end, these gangsters found him through their well-connected connections.

Due to the situation, I had to open two more tables in the end, so I just planned to come forward and deal with it.

In order not to attract the attention of some media, he specially arranged the dinner in a hotel on the side of Guanyin Mountain.

These days, everyone is yearning for star-rated hotels in the city, so hotels in the suburbs are not as prosperous as they will be in a few decades.

It is a two-story building opened by ethnic minorities. Its main source of customers are pilgrims from the Guanyin Temple on the mountain.

Zevanov took care of everything.

Accompanying him on this trip were Soviet guards in disguise.

The surrounding area was blocked by his guards.

This morning, the shop owner scratched his head as he looked at the countless cars parked outside the small building and all kinds of brightly dressed people.

Then he looked up at the middle-aged and elderly man in his sixties or seventies standing on the second floor, and muttered strangely: "Who is this old man? This is a big fight."

His wife urged from beside him: "Why are you still standing there? We need to prepare several tables of food, so don't be lazy!"

The shop owner quickly started working.

The old man standing upstairs is none other than Nevanov, who is currently at the center of the whirlpool of the old Soviet Union!

He is tall and straight, with thick eyebrows and some white hair.

This is a soldier who fought through the bloody rain of World War II. Even though he is in a peaceful era, as long as he stands outside, he still has the power of an iron horse that is heart-breaking.

At this time, I quietly looked at the Guanyin Temple on the top of the mountain.

Suddenly there was an aura of a hero in his twilight years: "After we deal with the matter, go up the mountain and burn a stick of incense."

Standing next to him was a young Russian man carrying a packet of information.

He nodded: "Sir, who is enshrined on the mountain?"

Nevanov murmured: "Buddhist Guanyin Bodhisattva, Chinese people say that this Bodhisattva is compassionate."

"Soldiers like us who have killed too many people should repent."

"Agata, you are lucky, you don't have to kill people in this era."

The young man had been following Nevanov for some years.

I deeply understand the loneliness of this powerful man in the former Soviet Union.

Who would have known that this old man's straight back was covered with bullet holes, and that two Nazi bullets had not been removed from his body.

I originally thought that sooner or later I would take over the Klimt Palace.

Unexpectedly, after a revolution, we were already standing on the edge of fire.

No speech.

After a long time, Nevanov glanced at the people below with some indifference: "My student is here?"

"Sir, he is already here and making arrangements."

"Okay, let the people below come in and sit down one after another."

"Mr. Chai and Mr. Yu are here. Take them directly to another room. I'll go and send the others away first and then go there."

"yes."

…

There are more and more cars parked outside this small building.

There is a trail that stretches outside the mountain, about one kilometer long.

It is built next to a mountain, with open farmland on the other side.

It has been very peaceful here for many years, but today the one kilometer long mountain road is full of parked cars, and the long queue is very spectacular!

There were no fewer than two to three hundred people gathered at the entrance of the small courtyard!

There are people from all walks of life in Shenzhen, as well as businessmen from the north, etc.

Chai Jin was afraid that it would be difficult to get out after the car was in.

So I parked the car at the foot of the mountain.

The monk came with him.

As soon as he got off the bus, the monk bowed his hands and clasped his hands towards Guanyin Mountain.

Chai Jin suddenly looked at him: "Do you miss Putuo Temple?"

The monk nodded.

Chai Jin said: "If Guanyin Bodhisattva knew that you were kicked off the mountain by Putuo Temple for speculating on subscription certificates, he would definitely not forgive you. It is better not to worship him, so as not to make him feel bad."

The monk felt aggrieved but did not speak.

After waiting for a few minutes, Yu Pengfei's BMW also stopped on the side of the road.

After pushing open the driver's door, he took off the toad mirror.

He said with a depressed look: "What are you doing? Why are these people chasing you here?"

"Aren't you annoying? Does it have anything to do with them that Zevanov comes over to have a meal?"

It turns out that this place was chosen by Yu Pengfei.

I wanted to avoid being noticed, but I didn't expect so many people to come.

Chai Jin smiled: "Let's go in quickly."

Yu Pengfei was really annoyed by these people following behind.

I took out my big brother from the back seat, put my wallet in my armpit, and walked around."

Several people went up the mountain road together.

It rained heavily in Guanyin Mountain early last night, so there was a lot of water on the bumpy mountain road.

Fortunately, it was very cool in the morning after the rain in the mountains, which made me feel relaxed and happy.

The few people had not gone far when suddenly there was a loud blaring of loudspeakers and curses from behind: "Can you move out of the way? The road belongs to your house, right? A few people were walking in the middle of the road, thinking that I don't have a million dollars.
Chapter completed!