The Era of Emerald

Riding this luxurious extended Lincoln, Zhuang Minge arrived at the place where he was scheduled to meet Berezovsky.

Russian Air Force Club?Wouldn't all the people gathering in this place be active-duty Russian soldiers?How could Berezovsky, who was a university professor, choose to meet in such a place? (Berezovsky was a well-known professor of applied mathematics before becoming a financial tycoon)

Walking through the gate with Chairman Ivanov, Zhuang Minge was surprised to find that this seemingly inconspicuous club had something special inside.

Walking into the gate, the first thing that catches the eye is a square reception hall, covering an area of ​​3000 square meters. According to Chairman Ivanov, it can hold banquets for thousands of people at the same time.In the magnificent hall, Zhuang Mingge had an intuitive feeling that the hall was too bright.

The walls around the hall are decorated with wall lamps, and a huge crystal chandelier is hung on the ceiling above the head that looks like the cabin of a MiG-27 fighter jet. The light and heat emitted by these light sources illuminate the entire hall brilliantly. , so that people standing in every corner can feel the warmth different from the severe cold outside.

"Chairman Corleone, please wait here for a moment, I will inform Mr. Berezovsky now."

"Okay, no problem." Zhuang Mingge said with a smile, "I might go to the dining table over there to find something to eat first. Standing in the stands for two hours consumed too much of my calories. Where are you going in a while? Just find me."

At this time, a grand banquet was being held in the hall, and food and drinks were carefully placed on each dining table in the form of a buffet for anyone to choose from.

"Mr. Corleone!" Seeing that Zhuang Mingge was going to join the banquet over there, Ivanov hurriedly stopped him.

"What? Is there anything else Mr. Ivanov didn't say?" Zhuang Mingge, who had already started walking, turned around reluctantly and asked.

Ivanov carefully looked around, and after confirming that no one was overhearing the conversation on his side, he quickly approached Zhuang Mingge and said in a low voice, "Mr. Corleone, I have one more small request, please You can promise."

"Oh?" Hearing the words of Ivanov in front of him, Zhuang Minge felt a little curious, "I don't know what Mr. Ivanov wants to ask me? Tell me?"

"That... If possible, can you say a few words for our Spartak Club in front of Mr. Berezovsky, at least to make him interested in investing in football." Ivanov was also at this time Carefully looking at Zhuang Mingge's face, he didn't know if the president of the club from Florence had any secret relationship with that gentleman, so he has always been very respectful to Zhuang Mingge, "Of course, if it's really inconvenient, You can't be too strong..."

"Uh, okay, I'll talk to Mr. Berezovsky about it." People have already talked about this, what else can Zhuang Minge say?I can only agree first, "However, whether we can succeed or not depends on the sky...God's thoughts."

"Thank you very much." After Ivanov finished speaking, he hurriedly walked in another direction. It seemed that he and the other party had agreed to meet at the "connection location" in advance.

"Hehe, Karin, let's go there and see what's delicious here." Zhuang Minge pulled Karin and walked towards the round table with delicacies...

"Karin, look, there's a lot of delicious food here!" Zhuang Mingge, who had consumed a lot of calories in the cold wind, couldn't restrain his glutton any longer when he saw these authentic Russian meals, and rushed to dining table.

"Tony, pay attention to your image! After all, you represent Florence!" Karin said helplessly as she held back Zhuang Mingge, who was transformed into a glutton, with a black face.

"Yes...my good Karin, how about trying this pot of beef?" Zhuang Mingge smirked and picked up a fork and missed a piece of beef, and raised it to Karin's mouth, dragging a long tail , "Come on, open your mouth, ah..."

"Tony, you idiot, it's embarrassing!" Even Karin, who always looks like an iceberg in the workplace, because of Zhuang Mingge's intimate behavior in public, her fair cheeks are stained. A thin layer of red glow is applied, which makes Karin look even more lovely.

"Ah..." Zhuang Mingge deliberately ignored Karin's words, holding up the fork persistently.

"..." Karin was speechless, why did her man always act like a child at certain times?

"what……"

"Ah..." Unable to resist Zhuang Mingge's insistence, Karin could only sigh, closed her eyes resignedly, and swallowed the beef on the fork in one gulp.

"Yes!"

"I said, Tony, didn't we agree before? Don't do such overly intimate things in public, or the Corleone family will come to trouble you again." Some shy Karin turned her head to the other side. On one side, the voice was a little blurred because of the beef in his mouth, "And, don't you think it's embarrassing to do this?"

"Ahaha, don't worry about those things, Karin." Zhuang Mingge smiled and waved the fork in his hand, and said, "At Christmas, Dad already told me about my being with you , the family agreed...It hurts! Karin, why are you pinching me?"

"Tony, why haven't you told me about this?" Karin looked at Zhuang Mingge beside her with a complicated expression, "It has been more than two months since Christmas."

As he said that, he knocked lightly on the round table next to him with his fist. Zhuang Mingge clearly saw that there was a crack where Karin knocked!

"Ah, ah...then, that, Karin, don't be angry..." Zhuang Mingge, who accidentally leaked the "secret", realized at this time, "I originally planned to wait for Florence to get a championship trophy at the end of the season. To tell you the good news..."

At this moment, Zhuang Mingge was sweating profusely behind his back, while explaining in fear, while calculating the possibility of a successful escape.

No, I am not the opponent of Karin whose combat power breaks through the sky, and I am determined not to escape; it seems that I can only comfort Karin with words, if I accidentally say something wrong... Zhuang Minge really wants to return time to 10 minutes ago, I swallowed that sentence back into my stomach.

Seeing Zhuang Mingge's expression, Karin couldn't hold on to her tense face any longer, and burst out laughing with a "puchi": "Hahaha... Tony, don't put on a sad face when this happens. It's really funny."

"Hey, hey, I said Karin, could it be that you are... playing me?" Zhuang Mingge was helpless, never thought that Karin would still be in the mood to scare herself at this time.

"You are stupid..." Before Karin finished speaking, she was interrupted by a voice.

"Oh, Chairman Corleone, I finally found you, so you are here!"

Chairman Ivanov, who had just left for a while, searched for a long time among the dinner crowd before finding Zhuang Mingge with difficulty: "This is Mr. Berezovsky's partner, Roman Abramovich gentlemen."

"No, rather than saying that I am Mr. Boris (Berezovsky)'s partner, it would be more appropriate to say that I am his assistant."

A young man who appeared to be quite sunny and cheerful appeared after Ivanov, but Zhuang Mingge always had the feeling that under the sunny appearance of this man, there was a ferocious polar bear lurking in his body.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Boris was delayed on the road for a while, so I specially sent me to express my apologies to you."

I'm sorry, Zhuang Mingge doesn't have time to think about it now, he's just surprised that he happened to meet a famous person again:

"What? You are Roman Abramovich?!"