Inside the large dining room---

Song Zhichao and Allah looked at each other, and their eyes burst with battle intent.

Suddenly, Allah laughed, laughed very arrogantly, very arrogant, pointed at Song Zhichao contemptuously with his finger and said: "So good, Song Zhichao, I remember your name--- if I remember correctly, the three oil fields in Siberia are your property, right? When our great motherland, the Soviet Union collapsed, you, a fox from a foreign country, took the opportunity to take away a piece of our fattest meat. His eyes narrowed and he looked at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao was not afraid at all, and made eye contact with him, "If I am a fox, then what about the others, those financial oligarchs who have seized the vast wealth of your motherland, and the big chaebols, what are they? Oh yes, you shouldn't dare to say them, because in their eyes, you are just a dog they feed!"

As soon as Song Zhichao's words came out, the surrounding atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

Even General Yorkoff, who had a lot of opinions about Song Zhichao before, couldn't help but be stunned at the moment, as if he didn't expect Song Zhichao to have such courage and dare to say this.

Look at the others---

"What did you say?"

Sai Kelao looked hideous, as if he was going to tear Song Zhichao apart.

"How dare you scold our dad like that?"

This time, even that Victor was so angry that he almost rushed over.

Instead, Allah shrugged his shoulders indifferently, stopped his two sons from stepping forward, stared at Song Zhichao with a gloomy gaze, approached, and said with a smile: "You know, you are the first person who dares to talk to me like this, and you are also the first person who dares to scold me like this." ”

Song Zhichao: "It's an honor to hear you say that. ”

Allah widened the distance between him and Song Zhichao and pointed at Song Zhichao: "I admire your ---"

"So, I'm going to give you a gift, yes, God can prove that I don't give a gift lightly. With that, Allah snapped his fingers.

Victor, who was still angry just now, had stabilized his emotions at this time, took out something from the suitcase he was carrying, and handed it to his father Alah.

Alah took the thing, handed it to Song Zhichao, and said in a strange tone: "Take a look, my dear Chinese friend, opportunities are not common. ”

Song Zhichao looked at it, but it was a kraft paper document bag, which seemed to contain something.

Yorkoff also looked at it, and his face seemed to have guessed something, and he looked very strange.

Song Zhichao raised his eyebrows, opened the cowhide bag, took out a stack of documents from it, looked at it a few times, and saw that the word "transfer" was written on it in Russian, and then looked at the content, and sure enough, it was about the three oil fields in Siberia.

Next to him, Allah said with a smile: "Those oil fields originally belonged to our country, and they were bought by you as a foreigner, and everyone has a lot of opinions, especially our dear Siberian people, who are even more dissatisfied, and now, I just take it back on behalf of the country, in order to calm down the people's grievances--- of course, when you bought it, it was bought with real money, and I am also very sincere, I also pay for it, and I will definitely not buy and sell it." ”

Song Zhichao smiled and pointed to the purchase price given by Alah above, "It's really sincere, one hundred billion ---"

Allah smiled: "Well, a lot, isn't it? But it's not dollars, it's not Hong Kong dollars, it's our rubles, one million rubles!"

During the collapse of the Soviet Union, the ruble depreciated sharply, although it has now become Russia, but the people's livelihood has not yet recovered, and the ruble is still not as good as before, one hundred billion rubles, not even less than 100 million Hong Kong dollars.

"Thank you, Mr. Allah, you are really a generous person--- do you know, those three oil fields now produce tens of billions of dollars of oil a year, even if I throw away the fraction, it will be more than your one hundred billion!" Song Zhichao snapped the contract and said contemptuously.

Arach's eyes became gloomy, "Chinese, I am giving you a chance now, if you have money to take, you will honestly take it, sign it, draw it, and then go back wherever you come from! Yes, don't let me see you again, otherwise, here, and Siberia, it will be your grave." ”

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm never threatening, I'm just telling the truth. ”

Next to him, Victor stepped forward, took out the pen that had been signing, handed it to Song Zhichao, and said, "Sign it, Mr. Song, you don't have a choice!"

That Sekelau also covered his head and smiled evilly, as if he was waiting to see how Song Zhichao would give in.

General Yorkoff also looked at Song Zhichao, but at this critical moment--- he couldn't help, because from the legal point of view, the three oil fields were indeed Song Zhichao's, unless Song Zhichao transferred the oil fields to his son Alexander Jr. now.

In the face of the strong oppression of the Arah father and son, Song Zhichao smiled, pointed to the transfer agreement that was worse than the "overlord contract", and said: "As far as I know, your dear president, in order to ease international contradictions, especially to attract foreign investors, and to prove that your country's investment environment is first-class, and it has definitely not been affected and affected by politics, a protection order for foreign-funded enterprises was issued not long ago--- is not included?"

Allah smiled, looked at Song Zhichao like an idiot, and suddenly the smile on his face retracted: "Are you provoking me? Do you really think that I will let you appeal this matter to the top? No, you are wrong! Tell you a fact, this is Russia, this is Moscow!" Allah pointed to his feet and said fiercely: "Where I stand, no one can shake me!" He turned back and looked at General Yorkev sharply: "You can't," and then looked at Song Zhichao, "You don't even say it!" There was a trace of hideousness on his face.

Yokoff, who had not spoken, said, "Allah, do you really think you can cover the sky in Moscow? No, the reason why you have not been able to defeat me for so long is not because you can't take me?"

"Even if you buy off those powerful people, even if you cover up your crimes perfectly, I, Yorkeween!" General Yorkoff patted his chest fiercely, "I will be your enemy for the rest of my life, and I will never make you happy!"

"Hahaha!" Alahe looked up to the sky and laughed, "You old stubborn, you can't be saved--- yes, even God can't save you!" suddenly looked at Song Zhichao, "Now, do you choose --- sign or not?"

Yorkev also looked at Song Zhichao, what he should have said just now had already been said.

Victor and Sekelau also looked at Song Zhichao triumphantly, in their opinion, as long as they are smart people, they all know how to choose--- after all, this is Russia, their land, their world.

What other waves can a foreigner make here?

Rather than not getting a penny, it's better to get out of here!

Facing the crowd---

Song Zhichao picked up the document, lit it up, and then "stabbed" and tore it in half, threw it into the sky, and then said a Cantonese word to Allah: "Hit your lungs!"