Ten minutes later.

Chu Zihang successfully arrived at the hotel.

If this were placed in Somali in his previous life, he would probably be in a pirate den now.

Are you waiting for someone to redeem him with money?

Enter the splendid hotel lobby.

Something suddenly occurred to Chu Zihang's mind.

He stopped, turned his head and said to Victor who was following him: "Victor, tell Baroque to remove all the composite armor from that tank company."

"Oh, by the way, there's also the machine gun on it. Take it off as well."

"Boss, if these things are dismantled, the T72 tank's defense capability will probably be much weaker."

Victor was a little confused as to why his boss would do this.

Without these things, can the T72 still be called a tank?

You have completely become an iron bastard!

"As long as they are weak, they can ask us for repairs or buy a new batch of tanks with composite armor and machine guns."

"We can also make a lot of money, so why not?"

Chu Zihang said with a smile, as if he was a profiteer.

After hearing this, Victor felt a little sympathetic to Aidid.

It cost a lot of money.

The result? We actually got a batch of weakened versions of t72.

It is simply more tragic than Shakespeare's tragedy.

He’s still as tall as the boss!

Understand the tricks of the capitalists.

The instructions are over.

Chu Zihang was about to walk to the elevator...

A white man in a suit and tie quickly came to him.

"Hello, sir!"

"Are you His Excellency Nicholas Yuri?"

"Well, I am." Chu Zihang admitted generously.

"Mr. Nicholas, I am a staff member of the Soviet Embassy in Mali, Poroshenko."

"We, Ambassador Sergei Shmeygar, invite you to come to the embassy for a drink and get to know each other."

Chu Zihang's eyes flashed slightly when he heard this. It seemed that his high profile at Aidid's birthday party attracted the attention of many ambassadors from various countries.

As soon as he returned to the hotel from Aidid, he sent someone to find him.

But what is unexpected is...

The first one to find him was the Soviet Union.

He thought it was Sam Country.

After all, they are the world's largest arms traffickers.

If you steal their cake, they will definitely come to you immediately.

Say it well or not, and become their puppet.

disagree……

Then today, tomorrow, is your memorial day.

What a savage robber.

Do you expect them to shower and change clothes with you and then ask questions?

Since it was not Uncle Sam but Davari who invited me, why not go?

Maybe something good will happen.

The Soviet Union's national destiny was on the verge of collapse, and it only had a few more years to live.

Not to mention domestic officials looking for a way out for themselves, these ambassadors abroad are no exception.

The only thing that gives people a sense of security is money.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

…

The embassies of various countries in the world in Mali are very close to the hotel where Chu Zihang stayed.

Walk down a street and turn a corner and you're there.

The Soviet Embassy is the innermost building. It is the largest and grandest of all embassies.

Red flag with hammer and sickle.

The hunting sound in the night wind is so conspicuous.

If we want to talk about Chu Zihang's favorite country, first of all, the Soviet Union is the first, and second is the country of Hans that was once ruled by the failed art student.

It can't be said that he admires it.

It can only be regarded as a kind of appreciation and admiration.

By uniting a defeated country as one, it developed into a powerful military power with many countries in a short period of time.

Especially his charisma.

In the history of the world, it is simply a legend that cannot be replicated.

It's a pity that it went too extreme.

Of course, there is no need to say much about the Soviet Union. Just a word of Ula made countless Chinese people's hearts swell.

The legend of big brother.

It can be summed up in two words: domineering!

Withdrawing his gaze, Chu Zihang, led by Poroshenko, entered the embassy unimpeded.

Turning left and right, I finally came to a huge office.

The first thing that catches the eye are the portraits of Lenin, Engels, and Stalin.

Then there is the red flag with sickle and hammer, which reminds people of the popular online game Red Alert.www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

At this moment, behind the circular table.

A middle-aged white man with a mustache saw Chu Zihang arriving and immediately came over with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Nicholas, you are young and promising. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It is also an honor for me to meet Mr. Ambassador."

As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face, so Chu Zihang smiled naturally.

Both parties finished their polite greetings.

Sergey Shmeygar looked at Poroshenko standing at the door and waved his hand.

"Poroshenko, you go down first."

"Okay, Ambassador."

Poroshenko nodded, immediately turned around and left the office.

Shmeygal, on the other hand, pulled Chu Zihang to the sofa and took out a bottle of red wine that he had treasured for a long time.

At the same time, he complained to Chu Zihang that the red wine was not as good as their Soviet vodka.

Unfortunately, in Somalia where supplies are scarce, it is difficult to drink pure vodka.

It is not easy to get a bottle of Kande red wine.

Therefore, Shmeygal has always been reluctant to drink it, and usually leaves it to distinguished guests to drink together.

There is obviously something in the words.

How could Chu Zihang not hear it?

Fortunately, he was prepared in advance and brought a bottle of Erguotou from the room before leaving the hotel.

"Mr. Ambassador, although I don't have vodka, I do have liquor that I brought from my motherland. How about you try it?"

After saying that, Chu Zihang took out a palm-sized bottle of Erguotou and placed it in front of Shmegal.

I heard it was white wine.
To be continued...