In fact, Song Zhichao clearly knows that this time is not just drinking, but a test.

Many people think that Russians are old hairy people, have a rough personality, and belong to the type of fighting people. But who knows, Lao Maozi's cunning is great, and the scoundrel is even greater, otherwise in the previous life and this life, they would not have torn apart the brains of the United States, the only boss in the West.

Did Yorkoff really believe in Song Zhichao, so he brought him to drink?

Wrong!

For politicians like them, promises are as weak as a kite tied to a rooster's beak. They can turn their backs on their mouths at any time, and they have enough time to continue to measure a person before they sign a formal document written in black and white--- and it is clear that drinking alcohol is one of the indicators they measure a person.

Don't ask why drinking alcohol can also measure a person.

Song Zhichao also wants to know the reason for this fucking.

But in front of him, he had already taken the spittoon-sized wine glass, which was filled with the liquor that satisfied the drunken man, and in the face of such a "test", you say that he drank it or not.

"What's the matter, dear Song, do you look down on us and think that our domestic vodka is not delicious?" Yorkef couldn't help but sneer when he saw Song Zhichao holding a big wine glass, as careful as a woman holding a October pregnancy.

Around, Bodoyev and others also made fun of Song Zhichao and said: "Yes, dear Song, do you know that there are very few outsiders like you who have been invited here, since you are here, you have to give us a little face, we Russians are very face-conscious--- if you want us to witness your incomparably sincere friendship, then you must give us a little testimony to sincere practical actions! God, my eloquence is so good, it doesn't look like a very rhyming poem?"

"It's too similar, Bodoev, you are the second Pushkin of our great motherland--- you can say more verses when you drink wine, do you want to have a drink with your dear Song?"

"Don't, don't! I've had a drink just now, God, my sincerity is evident!" Bodoev pointed exaggeratedly to the top of his head, and then looked at Song Zhichao again, "Come on, dear friend, please show your sincerity!"

"Oooo

"Oooo

"Oooo

The people around shouted and shouted.

Song Zhichao picked up the wine glass and put it to his lips, he knew that as long as he drank it, he would be drunk half to death--- you, this is not for people to drink, this is simply a cow drinker!"

"Plush!puff!" Yokoff clapped his hands and yelled at Song Zhichao the fiercest.

Song Zhichao: Stroke your grandmother's head!

On the surface, he put down the big wine glass very gently, and then said to Yorkef and the others very gently: "I know that everyone wants me to finish this wine, it's okay, I will drink it, but well, I'm from China, and our drinking customs are a little different from here, specifically, we like to drink while playing cards." A game of cards, whoever loses, who will drink this glass of wine, how much you lose, how about it, do you want to support me, and play with me?"

Playing cards and drinking?

Who wouldn't know this!

It turns out that dear Song wants to use this trick to escape punishment, but unfortunately, dear Song, you are still too tender, don't you know that our fighting nation is also very good at playing cards?

Yorkef and the others felt that they had already seen through Song Zhichao's careful thinking, so they smiled and said: "It's okay, you are a guest from afar, we will let you ---- you should know that our agreement was only a verbal agreement before, and we have not signed it yet, dear Song, why didn't you sign it, because of character problems." We Russians need to look at character, drinking can show character, gambling cards can show character, so we hope that you can continue to maintain a good friendship. ”

"Well, then, let me politely ask, what cards are you going to play, German poker, blackjack, or our Russian black and red?"

Song Zhichao smiled slightly, and then said a very down-to-earth name: "Fight the landlord!"

......

"Lua! Lua!

At this moment, shouting loudly, the person who screamed the most fiercely was none other than Song Zhichao, and the one holding a wine glass with a spittoon and a look of life worse than death was the poor old man Yorkefu.

As a master who likes to gamble, Yorkoff never imagined that he would one day be planted in the new game of "fighting landlords".

Looking at the old general Yokov's trembling hands holding a big wine glass, and his trembling lips, even Bodoev, who likes to drink again, they can't help but feel sad--- they want to drink this glass of wine instead of the old general, but they can't bear it anymore, either they lost before, or the old general lost, and the strong vodka was about to burn their intestines through and burn out.

At the moment, this is not fine wine, this is poison, this is even more of a nightmare!

"Lula! Lula!" Song Zhichao applauded with a smile on his face, looking like a happy little white rabbit.

"Why don't you applaud, you also have to give the old general a little motivation to drink. Song Zhichao said to Bodoyev and others.

Bodoev: "......"

You look at me, I look at you.

Where do they dare to applaud, isn't the applause just urging the old general to hurry up and drink and burp?

The old general Yorkev held the wine, his lips trembled, and before he hung up, he suddenly put down the wine glass, and then said to Song Zhichao with a kind face: "Dear Song, I finally figured it out--- didn't we only sign a simple verbal agreement before, so now, I have completely seen that you are an honest and trustworthy young man, a good friend who can be trusted!" So, I decided to sign a formal written agreement with you, such an agreement cannot be torn up, even if the world changes, it will have a strong legal effect, what do you think?"

Song Zhichao was waiting for this sentence: "Of course, everything is decided by you, the old general." ”

"That's it, hahaha, it's good!" the old general Yorkoff patted his chest, glanced at the large glass of vodka with palpitations, and remembered his wife's words: "Drink, sooner or later you will be drunk!" Who said that women are short-sighted, sometimes their curses are more effective than the magic of the god Odin.

"However, due to some political considerations, we cannot come forward to sign this agreement, and we need to find a very good agent who can be trusted to help sign it, can you accept that?" General Yorkoff continued.

"I can understand and accept it. Of course, Song Zhichao understands what this means, and the most common trick of these old foxes in officialdom is "do good deeds and publish them in the newspapers; ”

"Well then, dear Vladimir, come out!" General Yokov clapped his hands.

At this moment, a Russian man with a low stature and a windy walk walked quickly.

Song Zhichao didn't pay much attention to it at first, but after he saw the appearance of the person clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned and fainted, no, it was him.

A strongman's name is about to come out.

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