Whose Fierce Subordinate Was This?

Chapter 39: Whose Fierce Subordinate Was This?

Although the middle-aged man was dressed in plain clothes, the military bearing he gave off was still noticeable to Lin Chenran and the others.

Especially He Yi. As a soldier, he was exceptionally sensitive to that kind of presence!

After entering the bar, the middle-aged man did not choose a seat. Instead, he walked straight to the counter, ordered a bottle of vodka, and headed toward Lin Chenran.

Most of the seats in the bar were already occupied, while the small corner where Lin Chenran sat had relatively few customers.

Of course, as far as the middle-aged man was concerned, as long as he had vodka, he would not have minded drinking it outside.

At that moment, all he wanted was to indulge in the pleasure of drinking.

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

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

Yet he carried a special aura that could not help but arouse curiosity.

Just then, the waiter delivered every bottle of vodka Lin Chenran had ordered.

Without hesitation, Lin Chenran opened a bottle of vodka. Rather than using a glass, he lifted the bottle and drank straight from its mouth.

He Yi and the other attendants beside him all revealed astonished expressions.

He Yi said, "Damn, that's insanely fierce! Whose subordinate is this guy?"

The middle-aged man quietly watched everything, the corners of his lips lifting slightly as if he were mocking them.

He picked up his own vodka, tipped his head back, and drained it in one gulp before tossing the empty bottle aside.

Lin Chenran had already finished one bottle of vodka, and a faint flush appeared on his face.

He set down the bottle in his hand and looked around with unfocused eyes.

Just then, he suddenly felt an intense gaze coming from across from him.

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

After the two met each other's eyes for a moment, Lin Chenran's lips curved into a faint smile.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man secretly chuckled. This kid is rather interesting.

He raised the vodka in his hand again and gestured a toast to Lin Chenran.

Lin Chenran smiled slightly, raised his own vodka as well, and clinked bottles with the middle-aged man.

The two simultaneously took a large gulp of vodka.

Lin Chenran's actions drew the attention of the others, and they began whispering among themselves, guessing at the young man's identity.

As for the middle-aged man, he remained silent, merely glancing at Lin Chenran from time to time.

Over the next while, Lin Chenran drank another two bottles of vodka in succession.

His alcohol tolerance was clearly astonishing, causing everyone present to look at him in amazement.

Golden light flickered in the middle-aged man's eyes as he watched, and he could not help admiring him inwardly.

After three bottles of vodka, Lin Chenran seemed completely unaffected, save for a slight flush on his face. (Fictional, just enjoy it and don't compare it to reality. The little bear would be down after one glass!)

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

Lin Chenran smiled faintly. The fish has finally taken the bait!!!

Lin Chenran was very familiar with this man!

Kovalevitch, deputy chief of staff of the Far East Fleet.

Lin Chenran replied in Russian, "Comrade, have a seat!"

He also called over a waiter and ordered two bottles of vodka for Kovalevitch.

"Thank you, my friend!"

Kovalevitch's smile grew even brighter.

It was not as though Kovalevitch lacked money, but who did not enjoy free drinks when someone else was treating?

Right afterward, Lin Chenran took a bottle of vodka and clinked it with Kovalevitch's.

The two chatted and laughed as if they were not strangers who had just met, but old friends reunited after a long time.

They drank while chatting about everyday matters.

After several rounds of drinks, Kovalevitch looked at the young Flame Nation man before him and asked curiously, "My friend, why did you come to Mao Xiong?"

Lin Chenran smiled slightly, raised his glass to toast Kovalevitch, and said, "Oh! My friend, I came to Mao Xiong this time to do a little business."

Kovalevitch nodded in understanding and continued asking, "Oh? What exactly do you plan to do?"

Lin Chenran set down his glass and answered calmly, "Your country's economy is much more developed than Flame Nation's, so I plan to bring over some light industrial goods to sell, then purchase some goods from your country and take them back to sell at home."

Kovalevitch frowned slightly after hearing this. Though somewhat puzzled, he remained polite and asked softly, "A peddler?"

Naturally, he knew the term "peddler."

As a mid-to-senior-ranking officer in the Far East Fleet, Kovalevitch had privately dealt with peddlers from Flame Nation before and made several transactions with them.

However, the transactions between the two sides had been relatively small in scale, and the partners were different each time.

After all, these peddlers smuggled goods into Mao Xiong without official Flame Nation customs clearance documents or any other relevant procedures.

Those who engaged in peddling activities within Mao Xiong could very likely be caught by soldiers at the Flame Nation border and taken away for investigation and punishment.

After all, what they were doing was essentially smuggling.

Kovalevitch was initially a little surprised after hearing Lin Chenran's words, but he quickly regained his composure.

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

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

He then briefly introduced himself as well.

Lin Chenran continued, "Kovalevitch, actually, I'm not quite like the Flame Nation peddlers you imagine."

Kovalevitch became puzzled.

Next, Lin Chenran explained what made him different.

"I am a legitimate businessman with the relevant customs clearance and trade documents, and I have a large batch of light industrial goods in my hands," Lin Chenran said confidently.

As he spoke, he deliberately emphasized his words, stressing both his legitimacy and the scale of his goods.

This would not only let Kovalevitch feel his sincerity, but also demonstrate his strength and advantages.

Upon hearing this, Kovalevitch's smile grew even brighter, and his beard bobbed up and down unconsciously.

"Light industrial goods with complete documentation," Kovalevitch muttered.

These were exactly the things he needed most!

The peddlers he had dealt with before had all lacked the relevant customs clearance documents and had secretly come to Mao Xiong to conduct business.

But now, Lin Chenran was saying that the goods in his hands could be traded through legitimate channels.

How could that not excite Kovalevitch?

In the past, they could only sell privately, but this time, they could sell openly and increase their income.