Luring the Other Party Into the Trap Step by Step

Chapter 40: Luring the Other Party into the Trap Step by Step

Kovalevitch immediately grew anxious.

He knew clearly in his heart that if he could establish a long-term, stable cooperative relationship with Lin Chenran, he would usher in a major turning point in his life.

Wealth would accumulate rapidly like a snowball, and he could enjoy this money with a clear conscience, without worrying about being investigated by certain domestic departments.

Thinking of this, Kovalevitch's breathing became rapid, and his eyes flashed with greed.

He cautiously asked, "Lin, my good friend, how much cargo do you actually have on hand?"

Lin Chenran smiled slightly and answered confidently, "As long as you need it, no matter the quantity, I can meet your needs."

Upon hearing this, Kovalevitch couldn't help but gasp, his expression instantly turned solemn, revealing a look of disbelief.

He had originally thought Lin Chenran was just an insignificant nobody, but he never expected the other party to say such a thing.

Kovalevitch frowned, his gaze fixed on Lin Chenran, and confirmed again, "Is what you're saying true? As much as I want?"

The corners of Lin Chenran's mouth curved upward, revealing a confident smile, and he nodded affirmatively without hesitation.

Looking at Lin Chenran's determined eyes, Kovalevitch's trust in him instantly increased by several notches.

Without sufficient background and strength, one could absolutely not obtain such important bilateral trade documents.

"And since this is our first time coming to Bear Country, we've only brought ten thousand pairs of trousers, fifteen thousand shirts, twenty-five thousand scarves, and a large batch of various canned fruits."

"We're just testing the waters, trying our luck!!!"

Lin Chenran said calmly, as if these goods were merely a trivial part in his eyes.

Kovalevitch's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, as if he had seen the most shocking thing in the world.

His gaze was locked onto Lin Chenran, as if trying to find the answer through the other's eyes.

This quantity was much larger than he had imagined, completely exceeding his expectations.

Kovalevitch's hands trembled slightly with excitement, an indescribable sense of exhilaration surging in his heart.

"This..."

Kovalevitch's mouth fell open, trying to say something, but found his throat felt as if it were blocked by something, only managing to emit muffled sounds.

His mind was in chaos, filled with anticipation and joy for the future.

As expected of someone with complete trading permits!

His move was indeed extraordinary!

Just as Kovalevitch was immersed in joy, his expression suddenly turned grim, as if he had been doused from head to toe with a basin of ice-cold water.

He frowned, his previously relaxed face instantly contorting.

He realized a serious problem—he didn't have enough liquid capital to purchase the light industrial goods Lin Chenran had.

Kovalevitch was completely entangled, his mood fluctuating like a roller coaster.

He was unwilling to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Kovalevitch spoke with difficulty, "Lin, my friend, how about this? I'll pay you thirty percent of the payment first, and after I sell this batch of goods, I'll settle the remaining balance."

His voice grew quieter and quieter, eventually becoming almost a mosquito's hum.

Clearly, Kovalevitch himself didn't have much confidence in this proposal.

"Kovalevitch, although we are friends, it's not that I don't trust you, but this batch of goods is quite large."

"Besides, I'm unfamiliar with Bear Country."

Although Lin Chenran's words were tactful, Kovalevitch could tell that the other party had rejected his proposal.

Indeed, let alone a newly met friend, even the best brother could potentially abscond with this batch of goods.

Then various schemes would be employed: substituting the beams with rotten ones, crossing the sea under camouflage, disappearing without a trace.

Lin Chenran certainly would not agree to Kovalevitch's plan.

Upon hearing this, Kovalevitch's face showed extreme pain.

"The cooked duck flew away!!!"

"A pie fell from the sky, and I couldn't even pick it up."

Kovalevitch: Ah! This is more unbearable than killing me.

Just as Kovalevitch was feeling immensely disappointed, a remark from Lin Chenran made his eyes light up, as if seeing a glimmer of hope.

"Kovalevitch, although we are friends, even close brothers need to settle accounts clearly."

"If you can provide collateral as a guarantee, then I can consider accepting thirty percent of the payment first, and the rest can be settled after you resell this batch of goods."

Lin Chenran revealed a sly smile.

That's right, he was drawing Kovalevitch step by step into the trap he had meticulously set.

"Collateral?"

Kovalevitch hesitated, a trace of vigilance rising in his heart.

Lin Chenran seemed to see through Kovalevitch's doubts, smiled slightly, and said softly, "Kovalevitch, my good friend, don't be nervous."

"If I really had any ulterior motives, your country's elite agents—the KGB—would have found me by now."

Kovalevitch felt a little more at ease after hearing this.

Indeed, if Lin Chenran truly had ill intentions, the KGB agents would have already taken action.

Lin Chenran: The KGB? Most of them have lost their original faith and are directly reselling supplies across Eastern Europe.

Thinking of this, Kovalevitch couldn't help but become interested in Lin Chenran's proposal.

Seeing Kovalevitch's wavering, Lin Chenran was delighted, knowing that there was hope.

He decided to strike while the iron was hot and further introduce himself to Kovalevitch: "I am Lin Chenran, the director of Yan Country's 077 Machinery Military Factory."

"Our factory has now successfully transitioned into a private enterprise, focusing on the production of various high-quality engineering vehicles."

"If you've been following the international civilian engineering vehicle market, I'm sure you've heard of our factory's star product—the Type 59 Civilian Engineering Vehicle!"

Upon hearing Lin Chenran's self-introduction, a flicker of confusion crossed Kovalevitch's face, as if he were trying hard to recall something.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "Oh, it's you guys! I remember now, I think I've heard of the Type 59 Civilian Engineering Vehicle before."

So that's how it is! No wonder he could become the head of a third-tier military factory at such a young age; his background and connections are so formidable!

Kovalevitch secretly marveled inwardly, and at the same time, felt a sense of relief.

He knew well that collaborating with someone who had such a powerful background and connections would undoubtedly bring him immense benefits.

Kovalevitch was eager to forge their own path as "resellers" with Lin Chenran.

Once this path succeeded, it would bring him endless wealth.

And this wealth would accumulate rapidly like a snowball, allowing him to live a prosperous life.

However, Kovalevitch knew clearly in his heart that no matter what, he could not cross that red line—he absolutely could not leak state secrets.

Only by holding onto this bottom line could he enjoy all of this with peace of mind.

When he retired in the future, with the huge fortune he had accumulated, he believed he would surely live an incredibly comfortable life back home.

Thinking of this, Kovalevitch's heart finally settled. He secretly told himself, "The timid starve, the bold feast."

"Let's do it, brothers!!!"

If Lin Chenran knew what Kovalevitch was thinking, he would surely scoff: Holding onto the bottom line? Once you are corrupted by money, you won't be able to uphold the bottom line in your heart.