Eleven o'clock in the morning. I, Mr. Liu, Wajim, two business managers of Wajim, and Wajim's Chinese interpreter, boarded the flight to Moscow together.

Flying west, time seemed to stand still.

The position of the sun seems to barely move during the 9-hour flight.

The plane finally landed at the Moscow airport.

Moscow time is three o'clock in the afternoon. We laughed, and as soon as we flew west, we had somehow much extra time.

In my hotel room, I adjusted my watch to Moscow local time.

Seeing here, there is still an hour before the end of work. I called Sergey and told him that our group had come to Moscow.

Sergei said that the vice president was very cautious. He told Sergei that he would like to meet with our delegation tomorrow morning and then decide whether or not to continue contact with us.

I told Mr. Liu what the vice president meant.

Mr. Liu discussed with Wajim whether to invite him to the hotel where we lived, but he didn't even agree to let us go to his company, so how could he give us face to come to us?

Everyone is at a loss, and if we can't see him, our trip will be meaningless.

I said, or I'm asking Sergey to see what he suggests.

Sergei listened to my doubts and said: The vice president will never deign to come to see us, since he does not want our delegation to rush to his company, it is understandable, after all, in his capacity, it is also a bit inappropriate to receive a group in the company that he does not know about.

In the end, Sergey suggested that tomorrow he should come forward and organize a meeting with him in Sergei's company. If the meeting is successful, then we can continue to contact.

I told Mr. Liu and Vajim about Sergei's suggestion. They were both very happy.

Mr. Liu said that Linna really asked Sergei for this matter.

I laughed and said that he was the vice president who helped us get in touch, and that he had to get it done.

Later in the evening, Sergey informed me by phone, and the vice president agreed to his proposal. The meeting place was set at Sergei's office.

The next day, at 10 o'clock in the morning, I took everyone to the office building where Sergei's company was located on time.

In the lobby on the first floor, a tall young man in a dark blue suit was waiting for us. The young man, who looked twenty-four or five years old, with a thin build, and felt taller than Sergei, walked up to me and asked politely:

- "Are you Lina?" ”

- "I'm Linna, who are you?" ”

This young man has a square face and good features. I was very impressed that he was taller than Sergei and had blue eyes bigger than Sergei.

- "My name is Zhenia, I am Sergei's assistant, and I am here to greet you. ”

Zhenia took our group to the meeting room of Sergei's company on the twentieth floor.

Walking into the living room, I was amazed by the design style.

If I didn't know that this was the meeting room of Sergei's company, then I would mistakenly think that this is the standard foreign meeting room of the city hall of some country.

The classic European-style room has a dark blue carpet and a huge landscape painting hanging on the wall facing the door.

Below the frame are the seats of the guest of honor, and on the left and right are the seats of the entourage on both sides.

Two flagpoles stand on either side of the seat of the guest of honor.

I saw a Chinese Russian flag on the left and right.

Although, our bidding company is not a purely Chinese enterprise. But I think Sergei seems to be very important to the Chinese company of our joint bidding company, otherwise he would not have hung the Chinese flag here.

Seeing the Chinese flag, Mr. Liu winked at me proudly.

As soon as we were seated, we saw Zhenia go out and invite Sergei and a man in.

We were welcomed very warmly by Sergey.

Looking at Sergei, who shook hands with Vajim, I felt that the difference between the two was even greater than I had imagined. Compared with the personable Sergei, Vajim's temperament does not make people feel the slightest nobility and elegance, even if it is not obscene.

Sergey introduced the vice-president to us.

The vice president was an old man in his sixties, of medium height, with a well-proportioned build, snow-white hair, and an unusually cold face.

I don't know if the aura of Sergei and the vice president is too strong, or because we are really asking for people, I feel that the members of our delegation are showing some sincerity and fear.

- "Tell us about your company." The vice president spoke.

With a smiling face, Wajim took out the prepared materials and introduced him to our joint bidding company......

The vice president listened attentively with a serious face.

Looking at the old man's high-end suit and the arrogant attitude he showed, I felt that this vice president must be a difficult person to talk to.