Sun Xianjin was warm toward Sergei, but Sergei was very cold.
He gave Sun Xianjin a frosty glance, then pushed him away expressionlessly. "Sorry, I'm not Sergei now. I'm Pavlov."
"Pa... Pavlov?"
Sun Xianjin froze, even stammering as he spoke.
Because he could not help thinking of the Big Yellow Dog at Li Ye's house, which Li Ye's son and daughter also called around all day with "Pavlov, Pavlov."
Seeing Sun Xianjin's expression, Pavlov still asked coldly, "What? Is there a problem?"
Sun Xianjin fell silent for several seconds, then hugged Pavlov again. "No problem. Nice to meet you, Pavlov."
This time, Pavlov did not push Sun Xianjin away. After stiffening for a while, he gently patted Sun Xianjin's back with his palm.
He was Pavlov now, but once, he had been Sergei.
Sun Xianjin could understand how he felt too. He did not curiously ask, "How have you been all these years?" After all, you never knew whether a person who looked glamorous on the surface had scars beneath their clothes, so it was best not to tear them open.
But since they were old acquaintances, there was no need to beat around the bush. After Li Ye and Sun Xianjin took their seats, Sun Xianjin directly asked what help the other man could provide.
"Sophia said that here, I could get more help than we could in Russia. My old friend, can you tell me more?"
Pavlov was equally straightforward. "Ukraine's transformation is faster than Russia's, and the power of capital infiltrated earlier as well. So there will be no under-the-table collusion, no casually handing projects over to you. Basically, every project requires bidding.
"But that is only the surface. If you have the strength, you will receive returns far beyond your imagination. For example, aviation engine technology