MTL - The Strongest Arms Dealer-Chapter 48 : A man's mouth, a deceitful ghost!

Gorbanov is a pure Ukrainian.

Wide and fat face, bloated figure, untrimmed beard, and eyeballs in the corner of the eyes, when he saw Tang Dao, he laughed and gave him a hug directly, the smell on his body almost didn't smoke the latter Rolling his eyes, there was a strong smell of alcohol.

"My dear... Davari, hiccup~" Gorbanov hiccupped his eyes in a daze, and laughed with the flesh on his face trembling slightly. When we were nervous, you came all the way to help us, God bless, we will definitely defeat those capitalists!"

Tang Dao turned his head and looked at Joseph. The latter was also very embarrassed. He walked up to Gobanov and whispered a few words in his ear. They have already prepared tea, of course it is boiled water, tea is considered a luxury, and they can hardly afford to eat.

Sitting down one by one, Gorbanov seemed to be a very direct-tempered person. He put his hand on the table and couldn't wait, "Mr. Nicholas, Joseph should have told you about our plan. What do you think?"

"I think?" Tang Dao paused, looked at the officials sitting across from him, shook his head and said, "It's very unfair to me."

"100 million rubles can completely buy American goods!"

"But American products are not as good as our Soviet products." A Ukrainian with the rank of a colonel continued very dissatisfied.

Tang Dao said with a smile, "Maybe, but it is undeniable that the market for American goods is bigger. If it is a heavy-duty transport aircraft, the C series is not so expensive in the market." He tapped his fingers on the table while talking, staring at Looking at the senior colonel, "I'm happy to solve problems for my friends, but I'm not an idiot either."

American C-series transport aircraft are rarely exported, but they do have a good reputation, and their combat performance is higher than that of the An-series. One hundred million rubles is not a small sum before the collapse of the Soviet Union's economy.

Gorbanov and his colleagues looked at each other, and finally handed over the power to Tang Dao himself, "What about your conditions, Mr. Nicholas?"

"My condition is actually very simple. I can buy Il-76, and I guarantee that there will be more than three, but I need to rent for three months first, and pay after three months, but each flight is 60 million rubles!" Tang Dao stretched out Talk to fingers.

Gorbanov and the others exchanged ideas with each other, nodded and agreed, "This money must be paid in one lump sum."

"Of course, I'm a businessman, and I never do anything in arrears." Tang Dao's expression softened slightly, "Second thing, I want a group of talents who know how to drive large transport planes, and I want to recruit from you. You can't stop it, of course, the crew will not exceed 20 people."

This requirement is actually not too high.

At the beginning of 1991, the number of deserters recorded by the Ukrainian military was 817, but who can explain the specific tricks?

Isn't it just 20 people less?

As long as someone is willing to follow this Asian, it will be nothing more than falsification on military documents, who the **** knows.

Gobanov's eyes were full of bad water. He tried his best to get the wool off Tang Dao's body, covered his mouth and coughed, and the meeting room fell silent in an instant, "We can also agree to this, but every We want a handling fee of 8,000 US dollars for each person."

What an insatiable appetite!

But Tang Dao is not afraid that you will be greedy, but he is afraid that you will not be greedy. With more than a hundred thousand dollars to assemble the crew, the deal is not a loss. He readily agreed, "deal!"

Kobanov and others are very satisfied, 8,000 dollars per person...

Sure enough, Davari came to take advantage of him.

"Third..." Tang Dao raised three fingers, "I want to borrow a sum of money from the State Bank of the Soviet Union, but a guarantor's signature is required. Afterwards, I am willing to pay one hundred thousand dollars as a thank you fee."

Take a loan from the National Bank... then convert it into US dollars, and pay it back after three months?

I'm so tired, this operation is too cool.

But in fact, this is not an original creation of Tang Dao. Most of the property of the Russian oligarchs two thousand years later was actually started by annexing state-owned property. Otherwise, why do you think so many people went to the Western world later? He even sought political asylum for fear of being pulled from the list.

Tang Dao knew that when the Soviet Union disintegrated, the ruble would fall like a dog, but Gorbanov and others didn't know. They just thought Tang Dao's request was strange, but they were actually a little cautious. After all, they were just the first Once they met, they didn't know the meaning of the guarantee, but they knew the status of the National Bank, so they were not willing to take this risk.

No one is a fool, and will follow his words. The essence of businessmen is to compete for profits. There is no room for manipulation. They need to guarantee it?

"Damn, I'm not stupid." Seeing that Gorbanov and others didn't speak, Joseph even lowered his head and pretended to be his grandson. Tang Dao knew that the price must not be enough for them to break through their IQ, so he smiled and said The topic was brought back, "Of course, this third condition is only my personal request, and it won't hinder our transaction." He also blamed himself a bit, for giving them $100,000, it made them vigilant. Help, maybe the other party won't think so much.

Damn it!

"Yeah, we agree to the first two conditions." Gorbanov looked at his watch, "It's still early, if you have time now, I can take you to see our boys, they are great .”

It was only 15:17 in the afternoon, Tang Dao pulled away his chair, "Then trouble the general."

Gorbanov waved his hand and said to Joseph, "Go and see if the canteen is ready first, and we must entertain our guests well tonight."

Joseph nodded with a busy smile, Tang Dao also smiled, but no one saw the fear deep in his eyes, couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and cold sweat broke out behind his back.

…

After Polikova finished the injection, she was afraid that something might happen to Peter Rovsk on the spot, so she ran out in a panic. She even forgot the medical tools, and ran to the toilet, lying on the sink and covering her face. After shaking some water, the heart that was about to burst out suddenly became much quieter. After swallowing hard, he walked towards the service desk, where there was a telephone.

"Polikova, what's wrong with you? Your head is full of sweat?" The little nurse at the service desk asked in surprise.

"It's...it's okay, I'm a little dizzy, I washed my face." Polikova forced a smile, pointed to the landline, "I'll make a call." Quickly dialed the white number , rang twice, and heard the other side also nervously asking, "Hello? Who?"

"It's me, the matter is settled, you can take the things to my house." Polikova looked at the little nurse at the service desk carefully, and said softly while covering the microphone.

The other side was taken aback for a moment, but then he was very happy, "It's done? Awesome! Thank you very much, but I have to tell you some news."

Polikova had a bad feeling in her heart, "What news?"

"Don't believe a man's bad mouth! Idiot." The white man laughed twice after finishing speaking, and hung up the phone directly. Hearing the busy tone inside, Polikova's face turned pale, and her eyes widened suddenly. At that time, I saw a person rushing out of the ward in Rovsk, shouting loudly, "Doctor, doctor."

"It's over! It's over!"

Polikova was limp on the ground.

…

After the white man hung up the phone, his face was full of complacency, and he could swallow the money himself.

He put the phone back in his pocket, raised his head, smiled, rubbed his hands, his shoulders were still half down, "Sir, it's settled, my money."

Robert took out a stack of US dollars from his pocket and handed it to him. As soon as the white man reached out to take it, he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen!

A dagger was stabbed in the stomach, afraid that he would shout, Robert covered the opponent's hand, and stabbed a few more times, directly.

"Woo..." The white man stared at him with blood bubbles in his mouth. He pushed the opponent away and wanted to run. When he turned around, he fell to the ground with his head tilted, lifeless.

Robert bent down to pick up the stack of dollars, wiped the blood on the dagger with Franklin's B face, threw the money on the corpse, and said condescendingly, "Sorry, I'm also a man, and I like to lie too."