Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 633 647 [The Big Brother Among the Big Brothers] (three more)

International Hotel, outside the VIP room, restroom——
A group of people surrounded Popov and came to the bathroom together.

The place is small, so the interpreter accompanied Popov to go inside, Zhao Tiezhu went in with three of his men, and a few lesbians who attended the dinner stayed outside and waited.

As a four-star hotel in Nandu City, the layout and design of the restrooms can be regarded as high-end. At least, it is not the kind of squatting pool, and all the toilets are installed.

Popov glanced at it, "The facilities here are not bad, not as backward as I heard."

translate:"……"

Startled for a moment, then translated to Zhao Tiezhu and the others.

Zhao Tiezhu didn't understand, who did this Popov hear, how backward is Nandu?

Popov kicked the toilet, suddenly noticed something, squatted down, took a look, and then frowned, "Oh, God, it's disgusting!" After finishing speaking, he walked out quickly.

"Oh, it's disgusting!" The translator in the middle part imitated Popov's appearance, said something disgusting, and followed him out.

Zhao Tiezhu and others: "..."

Confused.

Didn't understand what happened from beginning to end.

"Director, what's going on, is this foreigner out of his mind?"

"How could it be? Is there something wrong with this toilet?" Zhao Tiezhu was thinking, and someone beside him started to check the toilet.

"Director, look!" The comrade inspecting the toilet suddenly pinched something with his fingers.

Zhao Tiezhu narrowed his eyes, and the others followed suit, then: "..."

It was a thin hair.

……

In the VIP room——
"Comrade Popov, oh no, Mr. Popov, we have already arranged for someone to clean the toilet again." Zhao Tiezhu explained sincerely after Secretary Popov's ass.

"I had someone sterilize the toilet seat and wipe it again. I promise there will be no more problems!"

The translator at the middle part translated Zhao Tiezhu's words to Popov, but Popov kept shaking his head and said, "Problems? It's not because there are any problems—do you know who the person is about to meet? He is our last The great and most honorable Lord Chekhov! Yes, that is him! He was once just a small vendor on the streets of Moscow, relying on his continuous hard work and clever wisdom, he started from scratch and established a material company step by step. It has monopolized Russia's largest material industry in two years!"

"Now he, from a peddler who couldn't even afford ten rubles, has turned into a billionaire --- can you imagine? What kind of state is that?" Popov used Said in an adoring tone. "It's just such a person, an existence that is simply a 'myth' in the eyes of us Muscovites. He came here to negotiate business with you. You don't cherish such a rare opportunity, but you have made mistakes in this most critical aspect—— —God, I don't even know how to blame you!"

Zhao Tiezhu was already dumbfounded. It turned out that Chekov was so powerful, and he was still a "business myth" in the eyes of these Russians, so he was about to continue to explain.

Popov shook his head and pointed his finger, and said: "No need to explain—everything starts from small things, the smaller things, the more you can reflect your abilities—details determine your victory or defeat, God, you let me down so much!"

"Oh no, Mr. Popov, you may have misunderstood. This is because the hotel's work is not done well, and it has nothing to do with us." Zhao Tiezhu said anxiously.

"It has nothing to do with you? Who helped book this hotel? And who booked this private room? God, do you all like to shirk responsibility so much when you do things?" Popov asked in a questioning tone.

Although Zhao Tiezhu didn't understand Russian, he could hear the other party's bad intentions. After the interpreter explained, he even waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, that's not what I mean——I mean, we have this matter too. Responsibility, the inspection is not in place, so I hope you can give us a chance to reform." After finishing speaking, Zhao Tiezhu winked at the translator vigorously.

After all, the interpreter took advantage of it, so he had no choice but to stand up and speak for them. He explained to Popov, then he let out a breath, and said to Zhao Tiezhu: "Okay, I also tried my best—— Popov said that this matter is fine, but when President Chekov comes, you have to do everything well and don't make mistakes again."

Zhao Tiezhu and others hurriedly nodded: "Definitely! Definitely!"

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly, a person broke in and said, "Director Zhao, the president named Chekov is here!"

The translator in the center immediately translated the news to Popov.

Popov was startled for a moment, and then immediately acted to meet his big boss.

Zhao Tiezhu also hurriedly followed, and this time he was finally going to meet this mysterious Russian boss.

……

Outside the International Hotel——
When Popov, Zhao Tiezhu and a group of them rushed to the outside of the hotel, they saw a red Mercedes Benz slowly parked in the parking space outside the hotel.

The car door opened, and the first person who got out was a very imposing middle-aged man, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, with a big back, looking around, full of style.

Zhao Tiezhu's eyes were sharp, and he could already see who this handsome middle-aged man was—it turned out to be Fang Guoqing, the head of Nandu's Investment Promotion Department, and also the director of the Development and Reform Commission. He was one of the top officials in Nandu.

In addition to that red Mercedes-Benz with three 888 license plates, it was a commercial vehicle specially prepared by the Investment Promotion Department for VIPs, and Zhao Tiezhu was even more sure that the person was Minister Fang.

But soon, a scene that surprised Zhang Tiezhu appeared. After Minister Fang got out of the car, he took the initiative to help open the door.

At this time, a blond foreigner got out of the car—not too big, a little thin, but full of energy. Needless to say, this must be Chekhov, the Russian boss who came here for inspection today. He is qualified to let the respected Minister Fang open the car door for him.

In dealing with foreign guests, Minister Fang has always been very proactive and enthusiastic.

After getting out of the car, Chekhov, the big Russian, seemed to have a warm conversation with Minister Fang Guoqing.

The two were smiling and seemed to be in a very happy mood.It's just too far away to know what they're talking about.

Just when Zhao Tiezhu and Popov were about to go forward to meet the two big men, an astonishing scene appeared—the VIP foreigner Chekov suddenly turned around, bowed in a very humble posture, and then stretched out his hand , opened another door.

Immediately afterwards, a bright black leather shoe landed from inside the car, and against the backdrop of the lights at the hotel's entrance, a person slowly got out of the car.

The light made the man's shadow very long.

It was a proud, tall and straight young man.

Everyone including Zhang Tiezhu and Popov: "..."

For a moment, I couldn't believe my eyes.

"That guy who opens the door is a Russian myth?"

"How is it possible? Is there a more distinguished guest than him?"

"Am I delusional? Could it be that this man is more powerful than Chekov and Minister Fang?"

In the end, everyone's thoughts converged into one sentence: "Who is he—?"

In particular, Popov's eyes widened. In his mind, he was omnipotent. President Chekhov, who can be called a Russian myth, actually helped a young man open the door in such a humble way?

And look at that young man——
God, he is still a Chinese!
(End of this chapter)