Since the economic crisis triggered by oil and the dollar at the beginning of the year, Moscow had been in a state of depression. Although the rise in oil prices boosted the income from Russian oil exports, most of the money went into the pockets of the oligarchs. Even Putin, who dared to challenge the capitalist countries, could not fundamentally change the oligarchs' monopoly on the Russian economy. They were the blood-sucking bugs on the body of the polar bear, but without them, the polar bear would only become worse.
Driving out of the busiest city center, the air on the entire street seemed to have suddenly cooled down. From the passers-by on the street and the night view that always felt something was missing, Jiang Chen could intuitively feel that the city had just experienced a winter no less severe than the snowstorm in December.
Of course, this had nothing to do with Jiang Chen. What's more, in fact, he was also an oligarch of Xin, and what he did was even worse than these oligarchs. The only difference was that he earned the "tuition" of foreigners, not the hard-earned money of ordinary people.
Natasha hadn't shown up since the afternoon. Sitting across from Jiang Chen was Ayesha. For the woman who suddenly appeared next to Jiang Chen, the bald-headed man in the passenger seat only glanced at her before he withdrew his gaze.
Intuition told him that this woman, who looked about 1.6 meters tall, was much stronger than the KGB girl in the morning.
It formed a sharp contrast with the depression in the Russian urban area. In front of a mansion in the suburbs, luxury cars almost filled the parking lot. Ladies held the arms of their male companions, handed out invitations in twos and threes, and entered through the front door of the mansion.
The driver parked the car in the parking space at the door. This seat was obviously reserved for him. The waiter waiting at the exit of the parking lot stepped forward, took the invitation from Jiang Chen, and immediately ran back. After a while, an old Russian with a long beard crossed the gate of the mansion and greeted Jiang Chen.
Almost without asking, Jiang Chen guessed his identity just by looking at the long beard comparable to Engels'.
Commander of the 58th Army, General Nikolaev!
Melodious and gorgeous symphony played on the lawn, and the crowd danced with the music. Bars were located in various corners of the lawn for people who were tired from dancing to rest. In this country, alcohol was the only thing that had no distinction between high and low. Even a major general with a Sakura star on his shoulder was a loyal fan of vodka.
Even though Nikolaev was a drunkard, when it came to fighting ability, he was a ruthless man. Of the 22 army groups of the Russian Army, the 58th Army Group could be called the largest and most powerful composite army group. The Second Chechen War might have nothing to do with him, but in the 2008 Georgian War, known as the "Five-Day War", it was this trump card that served as the main force.
"Welcome, friend from afar." The bearded old man laughed loudly and patted Jiang Chen's back. He invited him in and took two bottles of wine from the waiter. "This prairie is my kingdom. There is a rule in my kingdom that every guest must have a glass of wine, no matter what they drink or how much they drink. Vodka or mineral water, which do you choose? "
When the young man next to Nikolaev personally invited in, the young people next to him suddenly began to jeer. The light was so dim that the face couldn't be seen clearly. Even if they could see clearly, it didn't matter. Status and wealth didn't matter here. Even if the president took the bottle of mineral water, they would still boo him.
Looking at Nikolaev's provocative eyes without malice, Jiang Chen smiled and took the bottle of vodka from his hand. He pushed away the glass handed over by the waiter, bit the cap, and began to drink.
Nikolaev, who stood across from Jiang Chen, had his eyes almost popped out. He didn't expect Jiang Chen to do this. The young people next to him were also stunned. They didn't expect this kid with an oriental face to be able to drink so much.
This wasn't beer, it was vodka with more than 70% alcohol! It was enough to be used as medical alcohol!
With the first sip, Jiang Chen also choked, but since he already showed off, there was no reason to back down. Apart from the first and last mouthfuls, the rest of the wine was just a mouthful. Eighty percent of the wine was wasted in the storage space.
Returning the empty bottle to Nikolaev, Jiang Chen burped and winked at him.
Nikolaev's beard trembled for a long time before he finally shook his head and squeezed out a sentence.
"You can drink more than me. I admit defeat."
Nikolaev was quite straightforward. He picked up the mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and chugged it down. After he finished drinking, he threw the bottle away and laughed while patting Jiang Chen's back. He didn't care that he lost face and cheered for Jiang Chen.
The young people who were stunned for a long time finally reacted. They suddenly cheered at Jiang Chen and whistled.
There weren't many people who could defeat Nikolaev, the old drunkard. For these nosy young men, just seeing this scene made the trip to the cocktail party worthwhile.
In addition to the young people who loved to cheer, there were also a few Russian girls who were attracted by the noise at the door. After they learned about Jiang Chen's amazing alcohol tolerance, the way they looked at him suddenly changed.
Everyone wanted their man to be a hero. To make Nikolaev drink mineral water, in the eyes of these girls, he was undoubtedly worthy of the word hero. Although Jiang Chen was followed by a female companion, for the passionate Russian girls, it was not a problem at all.
While Jiang Chen and Nikolaev accepted people's warm greetings, Ayesha, who had been following behind him, also attracted a lot of people's attention. For those young men who were used to seeing big-chested hairy girls, this exotic face and petite figure was as attractive as poison.
Sitting next to the bar, a Russian with a hooked nose and deep eye sockets bit his glass. He only took a few sips before he looked at her with intoxicated eyes. The slightly more mature man sitting next to him wasn't drunk. He smiled and punched his colleague in the arm.
"I advise you not to have any ideas about her. Look at who the man next to her is."
"Who? The president or the prime minister? Even God can't stop sincere love. Fyodor, I think I'm in love. If I don't try, I think I'll go crazy, "the young Russian said coquettishly after he took a sip of the whiskey in his glass.
"Get out of here. I've heard these words so many times," Fyodor joked. "Don't blame me for not warning you. Women in the Middle East are not normal. Maybe the romantic means of courtship in your eyes are despicable and dirty insults in her eyes. And let me tell you, there are rumors that she is the chief instructor of Ghost Agents. Have you heard of Ghost Agents? Legend has it that they are like ghosts. Not to mention you are a captain, even if you add another bar here — "
"Fu * k, don't say it. I'm scared, okay?" When the Russian officer heard the name Ghost Agent, he shrunk his neck, looked around, and met his colleague's mocking eyes. He cursed, "Fu * k, let me see your wretched smile again, and I'll stuff your head into the wine tank."
Just as the two Russian officers were joking, Jiang Chen already followed General Nikolaev and walked into the mansion. Inside the mansion was a rest area, mainly for those who were tired from dancing and couldn't drink anymore. At the same time, for those young men and women who drank together, the guest room next to the mansion also provided a place for them to communicate.
It was rare to see people go to the rest area as soon as they entered the cocktail party, but no one took the unusual behavior of the host and guest seriously.
For them, tonight's party had just begun.
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