Before Feng Yu fell asleep, the stewardess knocked on the door and woke him up. The plane was about to land, and the stewardess asked Feng Yu to return to his seat and fasten his seatbelt.
It was still the same stewardess, and she smiled sweetly when she saw Feng Yu. Feng Yu felt embarrassed and returned to his seat to rest.
Kirilenko stared at Feng Yu for a long time, but he could not tell if Feng Yu was happy or unhappy. Did Feng Yu want to or not?
The plane landed at Kiev's military airport, and the cabin door opened. That Kiev's second generation was standing there. His name was hard to pronounce. Feng Yu had heard it a few times, but he could not remember it. He only remembered that his name was something Ke, and Feng Yu addressed him as Brother Ke.
Brother Ke was much more arrogant than Kirilenko. If Feng Yu had not met Kirilenko first, he might get along well with Brother Ke. But now, Kirilenko was enough. After the dissolution of the Soviet Union, even if Kirilenko's father's position did not change, Kirilenko's status would be higher than Brother Ke.
Also, Feng Yu had never heard of Brother Ke's father's name. Maybe in the future, he would be an important figure in Ukraine's military. But after the dissolution of the Soviet Union, Ukraine's status would not be comparable to Russia. Furthermore, Kirilenko had brought him to Ukraine's Bank for a loan. Both of them were destined not to be friends in the future.
"Kirilenko, Feng, welcome to Kiev." Brother Ke gave both of them a warm hug. Hmmm … … he was much weaker than Kirilenko.
Tsk, tsk. No wonder he was more powerful than Kirilenko. Look at his Rolls Royce. From this, one could see how corrupt the Soviet Union's military was!
After alighting from the plane, although it was not noon, Brother Ke still brought them to a restaurant. Maybe the Soviet Union also had a welcoming banquet.
Feng Yu was frustrated. Lunch? Not drinking again? He was still drunk from yesterday. The Soviet Union also had a Revival Wine? But there was no scientific evidence for this!
"Brother Ke, I am still young. In my country, people of my age are not allowed to drink alcohol. Of course, when we are in the Soviet Union, I will respect your conditions. I will drink less to prevent myself from losing my composure. "Feng Yu starts to find excuses. He had drunk too much when he was drinking with Brother Ke.
"Hahaha, Kirilenko, did you force him to drink again yesterday? Don't worry, I've prepared a French red wine with very low alcohol content. This is a French restaurant. Let's have a French meal together. "
Feng Yu sighed. Brother Ke and Kirilenko were two different types of people. It could be seen just by looking at the level of enjoyment. Kirilenko was a typical Russian warrior, and Kirilenko was more like a European aristocrat. Maybe it was because Kirilenko's family was a Ukrainian aristocrat.
Both belonged to the Soviet Union, and Ukraine and Russia had very different lifestyles. Maybe it was the same in other allied countries. No wonder they split up.
Seeing that it was red wine, Feng Yu relaxed a little and prepared to enjoy the French meal.
"Feng, this red wine is like fruit juice. Come, let's have a toast!" Kirilenko's words brought Feng Yu back to reality again!
Damn, we can't have a toast when drinking?
Feng Yu raised his glass and swirled it. He took a sip and swallowed slowly. Kirilenko clinked his glass and drank a few mouthfuls. After Kirilenko finished his glass, he noticed that Feng Yu and Brother Ke had only drunk a little.
"Hahaha, Kirilenko, this red wine is not Vodka. You need to sip it slowly. Look at Feng. He knows how to taste better than you. "Brother Ke laughed.
Feng Yu knew nothing. Although he had drunk a lot of red wine in his previous life, he did not taste it. He only drank it. He even did something stupid like mixing dry red wine with Sprite!
But compared to Kirilenko, Feng Yu knew how to taste better. Feng Yu gladly accepted Brother Ke's praise.
Kirilenko unhappily said: "Humph, this wine is tasteless. Do you have Vodka here? Get me a bottle."
If it was in the past, Kirilenko would not be so casual in front of Brother Ke. But after he started trading with Feng Yu and his father had successfully joined Yeltsin's faction, Kirilenko felt that he does not need to be so courteous to Brother Ke anymore. He even planned to ditch Brother Ke within 1 to 2 years and monopolize Tai Hua Trading's business.
This time, Kirilenko purposely chose Kiev's bank because he had considered many factors. First, he can show Brother Ke how close he was to Feng Yu. If Feng Yu needs help, Kirilenko will be the first person Kirilenko will look for. Second, he felt that Feng Yu's high loan was not reliable. If Feng Yu could not repay the loan, then it would be Ukraine's bank and not Russia's bank. Third, Kirilenko wanted to drag Brother Ke down with him. If anything happens in the future, Kirilenko will be the scapegoat.
Brother Ke looked at Kirilenko and frowned. He asked his men to bring a bottle of Vodka over. Brother Ke felt that Kirilenko had given him too little in the past 6 months. It was not that the profits were lesser, but the ratio had decreased. After Kirilenko drank too much, Brother Ke wanted to test Feng Yu's intentions. He wanted to see if Kirilenko was up to no good!
Although Kirilenko was drinking the high alcohol content Vodka, his ears were not idle. He was listening to the conversation between Feng Yu and Brother Ke. Hmmm … …. Both of them were talking about some trivial things and hobbies.
After a while, Kirilenko, who had only eaten a little, finished the bottle of Vodka. Feng Yu and Brother Ke had not even finished a bottle of red wine.
The French steak and escargot were delicious, but the portions were not enough. Feng Yu felt that he could only eat 60% of his fill. Feng Yu wondered why Brother Ke, who was so muscular, ate so little. If Feng Yu was Wen Dongjun, he would surely ask the waiter to bring two more steaks. But Feng Yu was too embarrassed to ask. Anyway, he was not here to eat. He had more important matters to attend to.
Brother Ke took a glance at Kirilenko. He saw that Kirilenko was drunk and laughed in his heart. You think you are capable just because you have some money? If I find out that you had given me too little, don't blame me for being ruthless!
"Feng, I heard from Kirilenko that your company is in trouble and needs a sum of money?"
Feng Yu, who was eating dessert, immediately put down his cutlery and nodded: "That's right. I need a sum of money."
Feng Yu was thinking. It was not that his company was in trouble. It was because he did not want to miss this opportunity. Now, he was borrowing Rubles from the Soviet Union. After a few years, Rubles will depreciate. Even if he did not invest the money, he would still make a killing!
"How much Rubles do you need?" Brother Ke asked.
Feng Yu paused for a while. Did Kirilenko not tell him about this?
"Brother Ke, Kirilenko had told me that he needs your help for this loan. But my company only has about 30 million Rubles as collateral. How much Rubles can you help me get?"
Brother Ke proudly said: "I will help you get the loan. What are you worried about? Is 200 million Rubles enough?"
Huh? Feng Yu's jaw dropped. Brother Ke was so generous!
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