Whose Fierce General Is This

Chapter 39: Whose Subordinate Is This, So Fierce?

Although the middle-aged man was in plain clothes, the military aura he exuded allowed Lin Chenran and the others to sense it.

He Yi, in particular, being a soldier, was exceptionally sensitive to such an aura!

After walking into the bar, the middle-aged man did not choose to sit down. Instead, he walked straight to the bar, ordered a bottle of Vodka, and approached Lin Chenran.

This was mainly because most of the seats in the tavern were already occupied, and only the small corner where Lin Chenran was located had fewer customers.

Of course, for this middle-aged man, as long as there was Vodka, he wouldn't mind drinking it outside.

At this moment, he only craved the pleasure that drinking brought.

However, when he saw Lin Chenran, a hint of doubt arose in his heart.

This young man looked very young and was wearing casual clothes, not like a soldier.

But he exuded a special aura that made people curious.

Just then, the waiter brought each bottle of Vodka that Lin Chenran had ordered to his table.

Lin Chenran opened the Vodka without hesitation. He didn't use a glass, but directly picked up the bottle and drank it all in one go.

He Yi and the other attendants beside him showed surprised expressions.

He Yi: "Damn, he's so fierce! Whose subordinate is this guy!"

The middle-aged man quietly watched all this, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, as if mocking these people.

He picked up his own Vodka, tilted his head back, and drank it all, then tossed the empty bottle aside.

Lin Chenran had already finished a bottle of Vodka, and a blush appeared on his face.

He put down the bottle in his hand, his eyes hazy as he looked around.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong gaze coming from across him.

He looked up and saw that it was the middle-aged man staring at him.

They made eye contact for a moment, and Lin Chenran's lips curved up into a faint smile.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man chuckled inwardly, thinking this kid was quite interesting.

He raised his Vodka again, gesturing a toast to Lin Chenran.

Lin Chenran smiled slightly, similarly raising his Vodka and clinking bottles with the middle-aged man.

Both took a large gulp of Vodka at the same time.

Lin Chenran's actions attracted the attention of others, who began to whisper, guessing the young man's identity.

The middle-aged man, meanwhile, remained silent, only occasionally sizing up Lin Chenran.

In the following time, Lin Chenran drank two more bottles of Vodka consecutively.

His alcohol tolerance was clearly astonishing, drawing the attention of everyone present.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with golden light, and he couldn't help but secretly admire him.

After three bottles of Vodka, Lin Chenran seemed completely unfazed, with only a slight blush on his face. (Fictional, just for fun, don't take it seriously, Little Bear can't hold his liquor!)

Just then, the middle-aged man asked in Russian, "Comrade, do you mind if I sit here?"

Lin Chenran smiled slightly, thinking to himself, "The fish is finally biting!!!"

Lin Chenran was very familiar with this person!

Vice Chief of Staff of the Far Eastern Fleet—Kovalevitch.

Lin Chenran replied in Russian, "Comrade, please sit!"

He also called the waiter over to get two bottles of Vodka for Kovalevitch.

"Thank you, my friend!"

Seeing this, Kovalevitch's smile became even brighter.

Although Kovalevitch was not short of money, who wouldn't like free drinks?

Immediately after, Lin Chenran took a bottle of Vodka and clinked bottles with Kovalevitch.

The two chatted and laughed, not like strangers who had just met, but more like old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time.

While drinking, they talked about everyday matters.

After a few rounds of drinks, Kovalevitch looked at the young Yan Countryman in front of him and asked curiously, "My friend, why have you come to our Mao Xiong?"

Lin Chenran smiled slightly, raised his glass to toast Kovalevitch, and said, "Oh! My friend, I've come to Mao Xiong for some small business."

Kovalevitch nodded in understanding and continued to press, "Oh? How do you plan to conduct this business specifically?"

Lin Chenran put down his wine glass and replied calmly, "Your country's economic development is much better than ours in Yan Country, so I plan to bring some light industrial goods here to sell, and then purchase some goods from your country to bring back home for sale."

Kovalevitch frowned slightly upon hearing this, a hint of doubt in his mind, but he maintained his politeness and asked softly, "A 'daoliye'?"

He naturally knew the word "daoliye."

As a high-ranking official in the Far Eastern Fleet, Kovalevitch had privately dealt with "daoliye" from Yan Country and had completed several transactions with them.

However, the scale of transactions between the two parties was small, and the partners were different each time.

It should be known that these "dealers" transported goods into Mao Xiong Country through smuggling, without the official customs clearance approval documents and other relevant procedures from Yan Country.

Those who were no longer engaged in "dealer" activities within Mao Xiong Country could very likely be caught by soldiers at the Yan Country border, and taken away for investigation and punishment.

After all, their actions were essentially smuggling.

After hearing Lin Chenran's words, Kovalevitch felt a hint of surprise at first, but quickly regained his composure.

He smiled and said to Lin Chenran, "Comrade, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Kovalevitch."

Then, he introduced himself to Lin Chenran. Lin Chenran also responded politely, "Hello, Kovalevitch."

And then he briefly introduced himself.

Lin Chenran went on to explain, "Kovalevitch, I'm actually not like the Yan Country 'dealers' you imagine."

Kovalevitch looked confused.

Immediately after, Lin Chenran stated his difference.

"I am a legitimate businessman with relevant customs clearance and transaction documents, and I also have a large batch of light industrial goods," Lin Chenran said confidently.

After speaking, he deliberately emphasized his tone, highlighting his legitimacy and the scale of his goods.

This way, not only could he make Kovalevitch feel his sincerity, but it could also showcase his strength and advantages.

Upon hearing this, the smile on Kovalevitch's face became even brighter, his beard unconsciously swaying up and down.

"Light industrial goods with complete documents," Kovalevitch murmured to himself.

These were exactly the things he needed most!

The "dealers" he had traded with before all lacked the relevant customs clearance documents and came to Mao Xiong Country to trade stealthily.

And now Lin Chenran claimed that the goods he had could be traded through legitimate means.

How could this not excite Kovalevitch!

Previously, sales were conducted privately, but this time he could sell openly, increasing his income.