Siberia, primeval forests, hunting areas---

Carrying a shotgun, as soon as he saw that the familiar smiling face was Song Zhichao in the scope, Allah snorted coldly, aiming at the muzzle--- if possible, he would shoot at any time, after all, this is a hunting area, and it is normal for a little "accident" to occur.

However, Allah quickly put down the shotgun, because in the scope, he saw three people suddenly appearing next to Song Zhichao, all of whom were also holding shotguns, and the opponent's prey was him --- Alach.

Yes, Allah could feel the dangerous smell of three guns aimed at him, so at the first time, Allah gave up the idea of killing Song Zhichao with one shot, and instead laughed and waved at Song Zhichao, as happy as an old friend meeting.

In the distance, Song Zhichao saw him waving and waved his arms, and the two walked towards each other.

Soon, the two groups of people met, Alah and Song Zhichao handed over the shotgun in their hands to the people around them, and they were very affectionate to each other, shaking hands and hugging--- who didn't know how good they were.

Allah smiled and first said to Song Zhichao: "Hello, my dear Chinese friend, I didn't expect to see you here." ”

Song Zhichao also smiled and said, "Yes, it's really an honor to see you again." ”

"We just met in Moscow not long ago, and now we're here again, and it looks like we're really connected. Allah patted Song Zhichao's shoulder, like an elder telling his heart to the junior.

Song Zhichao took off his deerskin gloves, patted them in his palm, and said: "Damn, I don't know which bastard fanned the flames and caused my oil field strike, there is no way, I, the boss, can only come and see." ”

"Oh, yes? That guy is so disgusting, according to you. Allah Tian said shamelessly.

Song Zhichao had to be convinced, it was not possible to deal with such shameless people and reason with them.

"But thanks to my prompt handling, the problem is now solved. ”

"Then congratulations, it seems that old Yorkoff has a good son-in-law--- although you are a Chinese, I also admire you, but unfortunately I have no daughters, only two sons who are not successful. Allah sighed.

Song Zhichao suddenly pointed to the two unlucky hounds that were shot and wounded by him and said: "These two dogs are yours, I didn't figure it out just now, I'm really sorry for hurting them." ”

"It's okay, you didn't mean to, didn't you? It's just a pity that those two moose, in the office of my Siberian Development Department, there is just a moose's head hanging on the wall as an ornament. Allah said, then glanced at Song Zhichao meaningfully, and said, "However, if you can hang something else as a decoration, it would be good." ”

Song Zhichao smiled and touched his chin: "People can't be too greedy to --- two moose, if you shoot one, it's fine, but if you want to kill two birds with one stone, then the gains outweigh the losses." ”

But in my opinion, this is Siberia, so I am the king here--- I can shoot as many as I want, and I can shoot as many as I want Chinese---!

In the face of Arach's arrogance, Song Zhichao put the deerskin gloves on his hands again, and said while putting them on: "You are right, but we still have an old saying in China, which is called greed is not enough to swallow elephants, and everything must be done in moderation." ”

Allah sneered: "Really, then let's compare and see who hunts the most prey on this land this time!"

"Willing to accompany!" Song Zhichao smiled and gestured to the people around him, Ah Jin and the other three immediately turned around and left with Song Zhichao with a gun.

Looking at Song Zhichao's departing back, Allah held back his anger and scolded in a low voice: "One day I will hang your head on my wall as a moose--- yes, damn the Chinese guy!"

Just as Arach cursed loudly, toot-toot, doo-toot!

The subordinate next to him, "Your Excellency, your phone." ”

As a high-level here, Alah carries a mobile phone with him, but the place is too deserted and the communication signal is not very good.

Alach answered the phone and waited for a long time before he could hear what was being said.

When he figured out that the plane that crashed nearby had an oil exploration expert on it, and left behind a map of untapped oil fields in Siberia, Alach immediately understood the stakes--- you know, the Soviet Union has only been disintegrated for less than three years, and many of the original high-ranking Soviet officials have all turned into financial oligarchs and oil tycoons, but unfortunately Allah did not seize the opportunity and missed the opportunity to become a super-oligarch.

Now, the reason why Allah is constantly fighting against Yokoff and wants to annex the three oil fields owned by Song Zhichao is to encroach on the huge profits of oil.

But now, such news suddenly appeared, and Arah was alert at the first time--- this is an opportunity!

Rare opportunity!

Siberia is a vast country, especially rich in natural resources such as oil and gas, if you can find the right place to exploit it, and then buy that land through legal means, then you will become an oil tycoon in the blink of an eye!

oil tycoon,

oil oligarchs,

Net worth 100 billion!

Thinking of this, Allah's heart was hot, and he couldn't help but raise his shotgun and bang it into the sky, and let go of several shots indiscriminately, so that the wild birds in the forest flew out one after another.

After venting his excitement, Allah immediately replied to his son Victor on the phone: "Arrange a time, I want to meet that Angrev in person!"

......

Siberia, the most exclusive Russian restaurant,

Petersburg Restaurant ---

As the "king" of Siberia, Arach directly chartered this luxurious restaurant tonight and did not allow others to enter.

At this time, in the restaurant, Allah, dressed in a green Russian military uniform, had been waiting for a long time, next to his two sons, Viktor and Sekelau.

Although he has retired from the army and has become the head of the development department here, Allah usually likes to wear military uniforms, thinking that he is the most majestic and iron-blooded.

Indeed, the tight-fitting Russian-style military uniform, with black leather boots, and armed belts, made Raachna's fat figure stand tall.

In the restaurant, Allah's favorite Soviet song, "The Hawthorn Tree", is played---

The song gently ripples on the dusk water,

The factory in the twilight has flashed,

The train is running fast,

The windows are brightly lit.

Under the hawthorn tree, two young men are looking forward to me.

Oh the dense hawthorn tree, the white flowers are full of trees,

Why should our hawthorn trees be sad?

Alach listened to the song absentmindedly and looked at the military camouflage watch in his hand, there was still a minute left before the appointed time.

Arach disliked people who were not punctual, and he was silently thinking about the seconds in his heart, and if the other person did not show up after counting the seconds, he would be furious.

Nineteen eighty-seven, sixty-fifty-four-three......

I was about to count to the last three seconds, when a voice said, "I'm sorry, I'm late!"

As he spoke, he saw a middle-aged man walking in from outside with a smile.

Viktor whispered in Alach's ear: "He is Angreev--- I have checked his details, the senior engineer of the Russian Ministry of Aviation, or the person in charge there, has a lot of power." ”

is also a person with status.

Hearing Victor say this, Allah smiled, immediately got up, greeted him personally, and said: "It's okay, my name is Allah--- welcome you!" After speaking, he took the initiative to shake hands with Angrev and hug.

The two separated---

Allah snapped his fingers at the restaurant manager, and ordered, "Serve!"