Chapter 560 If we cooperate...

"My friend, friendship is friendship, business is business. Please don't forget that you still have to pay me 5,000 gold rubles for the purchase." Arozo raised the wine glass in his hand, took a sip, and his expression was as painful as if he had swallowed a sip of poison. However, a fire did rise from the inside out, making people feel much more comfortable.

Andrei, the most famous and powerful Russian businessman in Nebchu, laughed loudly, and the fat body shook layers of waves with his laughter, which made Arozo frightened.

"Don't worry, dear Arozo, what kind of person I, Andre, are all Nibchus? I know that my reputation is the best, and my business is the largest. I just have some difficulty in turning around for the time being. Don't worry, when my housekeeper takes all the goods sold and carriages full of gold rubles back to Nibchus, I will give you enough money for the goods."

"I can completely trust you about this, but I have a small problem and a bigger business. I wonder if you are interested?" Arozo smiled and let go of the blanket on his body and changed his posture comfortably.

Andre touched his chin with a beard, playing with the beautiful crystal wine glass, his eyes that squeezed the fat meat into thin slits flashed with a greedy glow. "No business I, Andre, don't want to do, my friend, for businessmen, who would be unable to get along with Huang Jun's gold? You said yes."

"Of course, in the eyes of our businessmen, interests are above everything else!" Arozo raised the wine glass in his hand excitedly and said to the largest and fattest Russia, Nibchu.

"That's right, my dear friend, your words are so philosophical. They simply speak to my heart. Cheers for the sake of profit!" Andrei drank the glass of wine in one gulp, then picked up a small fork and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it heavily. While chewing, he said vaguely: "Dear friend, what kind of business is it?"

Seeing Andre stuffing a large piece of fat intestine that was so cold that the oil was stained into his mouth, Arozo felt so fucked. "Damn it, no wonder he is so fat. It seems that he is as greedy and delicious as that fat pig."

He covered up the displeasure in his heart well. Arrozo just picked up the small fork, picked a little caviar and put it in his mouth to feel the fascinating fresh and salty taste. Then he said lightly: "Big business means greater profits, but it is also accompanied by greater risks."

"Haha, my dear Arozo, my Spanish friend, are you Spanish so cautious when doing business?" Andre couldn't help laughing, and his little eyes fell on Arozo's face again. "As long as there is enough wealth, I believe there is no danger or risk in the world that can stop the brave Russians."

Andre's words made the Spanish businessman fall into deep thought. His fingers gently tapped the beautiful crystal cup, making a crisp and pleasant impact sound. Andre stuffed all kinds of delicacies into his mouth, which was like a bottomless pit, but his pair of thin slit eyes were always paying attention to the changes in Arrozo's expression.

Until more than half a year ago, when Arozo appeared in Nebchu with a batch of exquisite oriental goods, Andre, the richest and most powerful merchant in the city of Nebchu, purchased all the goods at a high price.

Those exquisite porcelain, gorgeous silk, and the top-quality tea bricks wrapped in gold foil, and even cigarettes that have been heard of but no merchants can buy in large quantities. Oh, praise God. When I think of the cigarette, Andre couldn't help but put down his knife and fork, picked up the beautifully packaged cigarette on the table, took out one, and sucked it beautifully.

These goods are all good products that Russian merchants find in northern China. In the past, almost all good goods would only go south to traffic. After Andre acquired the goods sold by Arozo, he went around several surrounding cities and sold them out at a price nearly twice the purchase price.

Not long after, Arozo actually brought a huge amount of goods, and the Russians' usual greed and possessiveness, as well as the previous sweetness, made Andre start this business with Arozo again.

However, the quantity of goods this time was really large. In order to swallow this goods, Andre went all out to do anything. In addition, Andre's biological brother Varentin is the supreme commander of Nibchu City. With him as a guarantee, Arozo reluctantly allowed Andre to temporarily owe him five thousand rubles, but it was stipulated that it must be paid off after the beginning of next spring, otherwise the interest will be calculated on a daily basis.

After getting this large number of goods, Andre felt that these good products continued to be sold in the sparsely populated Siberia and could not sell at all. So Andre simply transported the goods to Moscow and St. Petersburg, where they would definitely get higher profits.

He was extremely impressed by the Spanish merchant who was able to get such rich and extremely high-quality goods from the Orientals. At least, the Russians have been dealing with the Orientals for hundreds of years, but no one can be like the Spanish merchant with a sudden peak.

"I have a batch of goods, worth... in short, very high, I know you, respected Andre, you have good relationships and ways in the Far East and Siberia. I hope to cooperate." Arozo still seemed a little hesitant.

"How much is it worth? I can buy it, I can give you a more reasonable price." Andrei sucked two cigarettes hard, his eyes flashing with endless greed and possession, like a hungry jackal.

"Mr. Andre, I believe in your character, but I also know that you have no money now." Arozo smiled and spread his hands.

"No money, this is only temporary. By the spring next year, I will be able to buy you with more gold rubles. Unless the value of your goods can buy Nibchu, I believe I have the ability." Andre's mouth curled up, and the unique cunning of the merchant was hanging on his hairy fat face.

"Twenty-five thousand gold rubles." Arozo picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, leaned comfortably on the back of the sofa, looked at Andre, and said lightly, as if he was talking about an insignificant number.

Bang, the crystal cup in Andre's hand fell on the ground, and the strong wine that had just filled it was pouring on the ground. His eyes beads that had made the fat meat squeeze into thin slits suddenly widened, and his mouth hidden under the beard was wide enough to stuff a huge ostrich egg.

"You, are you talking about 250,000 gold rubles?" Andre asked carefully without even caring about the precious mink fur that was spilled on his body.

"Yes, my friend, a cargo worth 250,000 gold rubles." Arozo looked at Andre's expression at the moment with a look of a city-like golden collar looking at the rich man in the countryside.

"God, my God, oh..." Andre felt his heart almost jump out of his fat chest, and he felt that he was about to be stunned by this news of extreme happiness. The goods of 250,000 gold rubles would have at least a profit of 400,000 gold rubles. God, you are so kind.

Just thinking about this number, Andre had the urge to pick up a short musket and shoot the Spanish merchant in front of him and then take possession of the goods. However, just thinking about it, although this place is a vast Siberia, the Spanish merchant is of great origin. At least, every time he has not only a large number of bodyguards around him, but also has terrible firepower.

All his property combined, not half of the value of these goods, no, even one-third. Damn, really damn, Andre felt that he was like a Cossack thug rushing into the bank with a musket, killing a group of defenders, opening the stone door of the vault, but finding that the golden rubles in the vault were melted into an inmovable gold mountain. It was so close that he was far away, but far away from the world.

"I want it all!" Andre roared, his eyes red, as if Arozo refused to agree. He was about to pounce on him and flattened the Spanish merchant with his weight.

"Dear Andre, do you have a cash amount of 250,000 gold rubles?" Arozo spread his hands, blinking his shrewd gray pupils, and his face was innocent.

Andre's breathing seemed so rapid. He opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't say a word for a long time. He could only sit down on the sofa in a depressed manner, but his eyes were still staring at Arrozo, as if he was about to burn two deep holes in his face with his eyes.

"Dear Andre, I know you don't, but we are not unable to cooperate." Arrozo lit himself a cigarette gracefully.

Hearing this, Andre jumped up again. With his weight of at least 250 pounds, his sudden agility of such agile movements really scared Arozo.

"How to cooperate, tell me, my dear Spanish brothers, as long as you can make me add a kick to this business, I, Andre, will never forget your kindness for the rest of my life."

"Actually, it's very simple. I want to sell this batch of goods directly to Moscow..." Arozo spitted out a smoke ring with ease, and a strange arc curled up his lips. "But it's too far from here to Moscow, and the damn Cossack robbers are always everywhere. I lack a channel for delivery, but you have, your brother, Brigadier General Varianjing, has a good way to go on the military station line, if we cooperate..."
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