Sure enough, after hearing this, Sholokhov glanced at Zhao Zhuo meaningfully:

"Oh, what supplies did Mr. Zhao prepare?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo smiled slightly, and then shook his head:

"I'll sell this question for the time being."

Hearing this, Sholokhov shook his head helplessly.

But after all, he lost his trust first, and it was not good to keep asking Zhao Zhuo for the bottom line.

What's more, no matter what price Zhao Zhuo offers, as long as the bid is successful, then Sholokhov will be able to get one-tenth of the benefits. This is also the reason why he didn't dare to pose to Zhao Zhuo.

After all, this one-tenth of the benefit fee was originally used for Sholokhov to directly connect with Zhao Zhuo and the Dara Automobile Plant.

But now, from an exclusive business to a competition, the situation is much more complicated.

So, Sholokhov had to say:

"In that case, let's go directly to the conference room, the other guests are already waiting."

Look at this, the bidding is about to begin.

"Are you in such a hurry? Let's rest and have a meal. ”

Yalikov said with a frown.

He and Zhao Zhuo came all the way from Moscow, and they can be regarded as dusty soldiers.

Sholokhov smiled a little embarrassedly when he heard this:

"I also knew that I should let you settle down first, but I can't help it, the factory director has already spoken, and you will start bidding when you come.

Now the other bidders are already waiting. ”

Yalikov frowned, and just wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Zhao Zhuo.

"In that case, let's hurry over, complete the bidding early, and rest and eat early."

Hearing this, Sholokhov nodded gratefully at Zhao Zhuo:

"That's right, let's participate in the bidding first, and after a while, I'll personally arrange a place for you to rest and eat."

So, Zhao Zhuo and Yalikov followed Sholokhov to the conference room on the roof.

At this time, there were already quite a few people sitting inside.

The man sitting on the main seat is Kirill, the director of the Dara Automobile Factory.

Kirill looked to be in his mid-fifties, of medium height, not the pot-bellied figure common among middle-aged men in the Soviet Union, and even a little thin.

It can be said that he does not look like a typical Soviet person.

However, as soon as Zhao Zhuo entered the door, he noticed Kirill's eyes.

Although it seems casual and even a little unfocused, it is unusually profound.

When Zhao Zhuo entered the door, Kirill instantly focused his eyes on Zhao Zhuo's body, and then showed a polite smile.

This made Zhao Zhuo understand at once that Kirill was not a simple character.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao."

Kirill said in stumbling Chinese.

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo couldn't help but be taken aback, then smiled slightly and replied in Russian:

"Hello, Mr. Kirill, I have long admired the great name."

The reason why Zhao Zhuo still uses Russian even though Kirill uses Chinese is because he listened to this extremely blunt Chinese and guessed that Kirill did not know much Chinese.

Sure enough, when he heard Zhao Zhuo's proficient Russian, Kirill also showed a surprised expression, even more surprised than Zhao Zhuo just now.

Because, Zhao Zhuo's Russian is already very fluent.

"I didn't expect Mr. Zhao to be able to speak Russian."

Kirill stopped using Chinese and spoke in Russian.

"Hahaha, how can you do business with Soviet friends without knowing a few words of Russian?"

Zhao Zhuo said with a faint smile.

Hearing this, Kirill couldn't help but give a thumbs up:

"I appreciate what you said."

And with Kirill's praise, Zhao Zhuo also felt several unkind glances from his surroundings.

These gazes were naturally projected by other businessmen who had already sat down.

Because, each of them brought a translator with them...

It was also at this time that Zhao Zhuo carefully looked at the few businessmen who were already seated around him.

There were six people in total, and it was obvious that a Chinese man with a Soviet translator.

Among the three Chinese, there is a young woman with a delicate face, a man in his twenties who looks like a child, and an old man.

After Zhao Zhuo and Yalikov sat down, Sholokhov introduced them.

The young woman's name is Sun Xiaoyu, who is the head of a lumber mill.

The man in his twenties is named Liu Hao, and his specific identity Sholokhov did not say it clearly, which probably means that Liu Hao's family specializes in foreign trade business with the Soviet Union.

The old man, known as Uncle Da, has his own fleet and specializes in logistics business.

Finally, when it was Zhao Zhuo's turn to introduce him, Sholokhov introduced that Zhao Zhuo was the owner of the photo studio.

Hearing this identity, the other three looked at Zhao Zhuo in unison, as if they didn't understand how a photo studio owner could come here.

After being stunned for a moment, Liu Hao sneered:

"Hmph, it's really a big forest and there are all kinds of birds, and a person who takes pictures can come to do such a big business?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo glanced at Liu Hao lightly:

"Do you have an opinion?"

As soon as he said this, the audience suddenly fell silent.

None of the others expected that before the bidding had even begun, there would be a smell of gunpowder.

Hearing this, Liu Hao also mocked unto be outdone:

"I'm afraid that you won't be able to afford it at all, so come here to make fun and delay our efforts."

Zhao Zhuo's face was expressionless, and he said lightly:

"It's your business."

"Uh..."

Hearing this, Liu Hao suddenly didn't know what to say.

Zhao Zhuo only used eight simple words, and Liu Hao, who was blocked, was speechless, and suddenly gained the upper hand in momentum.

Liu Hao was speechless for a while, a little angry, and was just about to export dirty, but was stopped by Sholokhov?

"If you want to compete, you might as well stay and compete with each other in the bidding for a while."

As soon as he said this, Liu Hao had to sneer and turn his head to the side.

It seems that he has not forgotten his job of buying cars.

And Sholokhov's seemingly impartial shelf, in fact, he opened his mouth when Liu Hao was about to speak, and he was secretly helping Zhao Zhuo's side.

At this moment, Sun Xiaoyu on the side also said with a smile:

"This Mr. Zhao Zhuo is really eloquent."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo smiled slightly:

"Where, where, the beauty is modest."

Hearing Zhao Zhuo directly call himself a beauty, Sun Xiaoyu was stunned at first, and then blushed slightly.

In this era, everyone mainly calls comrades, and there are very few such titles as beauties.

Sun Xiaoyu blushed while not forgetting to look at Zhao Zhuo secretly, and was suddenly full of curiosity about Zhao Zhuo.

The old man didn't speak the whole time, just looked at the small conflict in front of him with a smile on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

For a while, everyone had their own agenda.

It was in this atmosphere that the bidding began.