Anti-Japanese heroic righteousness

The first thousand 870 chapters and five bowls are not enough

"Oh... would like to hear more about it." Leng Rushuang replied playfully.

Jiang Haoran pursed his lips and smiled, and said: "The Soviets are now under the pincer attack of the Nazis, and the situation is besieged on all sides. The surrender of the island army will not relieve them of any crisis. On the contrary, the Nazi troops originally aimed at the Far East retreated, which is even more serious. It increases their pressure, so at this time, they dare not offend us even more."

"Then you were worried just now that Stalin would not return Tyumen and Yekaterinburg to us?"

"Isn't Molotov here? I think this should be a bargaining point between them and us."

"Negotiation? Talk about what?" Leng Rushuang was puzzled.

"What else can we talk about, Romania's oil city."

"You mean the Soviet Union will ask us to control Romania's oil again? But we just made a deal with the Nazis, can we go back?"

Jiang Haoran smiled but did not answer.

……

At about [-]:[-] p.m., the special plane of Soviet Foreign Minister Molotov arrived at Shanghai Longhua Airport, but Jiang Haoran did not go to pick it up.

Based on his personal relationship with Molotov, there is nothing wrong with going to pick up the plane, but Jiang Haoran is extremely dissatisfied with the behavior of the Soviet Union in front of him, and this move is just an excuse.

Therefore, even if the guards reported that Molotov had entered the headquarters, Jiang Haoran remained unmoved in the reception room.

"Hahaha".

Molotov entered the door with a big smile, opened his arms towards Jiang Haoran from a long distance, strode forward, gave Jiang Haoran a bear hug, patted Jiang Haoran's back repeatedly, and said: "Good brother, you miss me so much .”

Jiang Haoran pushed Molotov away unceremoniously, and said coldly: "Do I have such a good relationship with you?"

"Yes, of course." Molotov ignored Jiang Haoran's indifference and waved his hand behind him. Immediately, someone came forward with two wine jars. Molotov continued: "Look, I know you like to drink , specially brought two altars of top-quality vodka for you."

"Who told you that I like drinking?" Jiang Haoran was still indifferent.

"Hahaha, didn't you say it yourself when you were in Chittagong last time? You forgot that such a big wine jar, you poured it into your mouth in one gulp and called it good wine. Bring you two jars, no, I went to several wineries and personally picked the best two jars for you."

Molotov talked non-stop with pictures and pictures, and the expressions on his face were very rich. Because he was speaking in Russian, except for Jiang Haoran, only the translator could understand the Chinese, so everyone's expressions were stunned. .

"Have I said that, why don't I remember?" Jiang Haoran looked confused.

In fact, he can remember clearly that it is true that he drank with Molotov in Chittagong, but he really never asked him to bring him a drink, but it is enough to express his dissatisfaction Yes, it would be too much to continue to be indifferent, so he also took advantage of the opportunity to give Molotov a step down.

"Your Commander-in-Chief Jiang has a lot to do every day, so of course you won't remember these trivial things." Molotov grabbed Jiang Haoran's shoulder again and said with a smile: "Come on, take out the wine glass, let's drink and chat."

Probably no one has ever seen the scene where the heads of state of the two countries started drinking immediately after meeting, but this scene actually happened.

The two sat down, and there was an enamel jar in front of each. Molotov opened the wine jar himself, filled the two jars with a splash, and the room was filled with the aroma of wine.

Except for the aroma of wine, vodka has almost no other aromas. It has a fierce taste and a strong nose. After entering the throat, it will bring people a fire-like stimulation.

"Come on, cheers, drink it up."

Molotov picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Jiang Haoran, regardless of whether Jiang Haoran agreed or not, he raised his head and poured it into his mouth with a "boom bang" without any intention of stopping.

In an instant, the cup was upside down, not a single drop was left. Molotov wiped his beard, waved his hand at Jiang Haoran, and said, "I'm done, it's your turn."

Liu He, Leng Rushuang, Lin Long, etc. in the room were a little dumbfounded. This big vat probably weighed no more than half a catty. If I drank it all in one gulp, can the boss do it?

"Why, you've been fighting as soon as you enter the door, and you want to get me drunk so that I can promise you something in a daze?" Jiang Haoran asked with a half-smile.

"Haha, you are really right. You are too shrewd. If I don't drink you into a little confusion, the next problem will not be easy to solve." Molotov was straightforward, rolling his eyeballs, and the next question In seconds, he said excitedly: "Why, are you afraid?"

"Go, I'll be afraid of you?" Jiang Haoran's mouth hooked slightly, revealing a signature smile, he picked up the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.

A smug smile appeared on the corner of Molotov's mouth. The two jars of vodka he brought were not simple. They were base wines that had not been artificially added, flavored, or seasoned. The raw material was only wheat, but it had been purified by seventy distillations. , the alcohol concentration is as high as 85 degrees, and the ignition is on.

Ordinary people would have to pour it down after three or two drinks like this, but this big jar weighed at least half a catty, and he seemed to have seen Jiang Haoran's wobbly, swaying drunken eyes.

"Hiss... good wine, strong enough".

Jiang Haoran was full of praise, with a hint of unsatisfactory expression in his expression, he pointed at Molotov and said, "I'm done." After saying that, he slammed the enamel wine jar on the table with a "boom" , proudly said: "Fall up, continue."

"Ah..." Molotov was taken aback, he really didn't expect Jiang Haoran to do this, and he was a little at a loss for a while.

Jiang Haoran said with a smile: "There is a saying in Chinese people that drinking three bowls is not enough, and drinking three rounds. Since the glass is served, then no matter what, there are three glasses. Come, pour it."

Molotov licked his lips, stared at Jiang Haoran for a full three seconds, and made sure that what Jiang Haoran said was not drunk, but serious, and he immediately faltered, and said with a dry smile: "We are not wine bags and rice bags. , just one cup... just one cup."

"Hey... One cup is not enough. The Soviets are good at drinking, I know, at least two cups."

Jiang Haoran picked up the wine jar and poured two more glasses, one for himself and one for Molotov, regardless of whether Molotov liked it or not, after forcibly clinking glasses, he raised his head and took a sip And do.

Molotov was dumbfounded by the clean and neat way. He originally planned to give Jiang Haoran a blow, but now he is fine, and he can't get off on his own.

drink it?His drinking capacity is not a problem, but he has never tried this method of drinking a catty of high-strength liquor in one breath. He has come with a mission related to the future of the Soviet Union. What if he gets drunk?

don't you want to drink?This would be a huge loss of face, moreover, once the momentum is lost, it will also have an impact on the subsequent negotiations.

So far, Molotov can only fight hard. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he picked up the wine glass and poured it into his mouth with a "boom". But he played a clever trick and swallowed less into his stomach. The corners of his mouth flowed out.