Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Zhao Shanhe didn't continue, but just gave a low "hmm".

Upon seeing his reaction, Ivanov's lips immediately curled upwards, and that shrewdness of his once again surfaced.

"I knew it."

He leaned forward and lowered his voice: "Is it about the Red Star Machinery Factory?"

Zhao Shanhe then raised his eyes and glanced at him: "How did you know?"

Upon hearing this, Ivanov immediately slapped his chest and grinned, "Zhao, of course I have my own channels."

"For those who run businesses on the sidelines, the most valuable thing is always their friends. With friends, many things are much easier to solve."

"And I happen to have many friends."

As he said this, the smugness on his face became even more obvious:

"They're available in the city, at the border, and at the train station."

He looked up at Zhao Shanhe, a shrewd smile on his face: "Liang Jiajun is dead, and the Hongxing Machinery Factory is short of experts to keep things under control."

"Your superiors are having headaches, and so are you."

"But this matter—"

Ivanov spread his hands and smiled at Zhao Shanhe: "I can help you."

Zhao Shanhe stared at him, his voice low: "How can I help?"

Upon hearing this, Ivanov became even more enthusiastic.

He leaned forward, pointed to his chest, and smiled with a hint of smugness: "Zhao, there's a word you Chinese people use that I really like."

"Call a broker."

"That's pretty much what I did back in the Soviet Union."

"I know a lot of friends."

"Some work in foreign trade, some in ports, some in heavy industry, and some in special departments."

Ivanov leaned forward, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Many powerful people who want to enjoy themselves or have rare things come to me to get them."

He paused, then chuckled and pointed at Zhao Shanhe: "By the way, Zhao, do you know Vasily?"

Zhao Shanhe raised his eyelids.

Ivanov chuckled, his smile becoming even more amused: "It's that guy from your border crossing, the one who loves to put on airs."

He leaned forward a bit, lowered his voice, and grinned mischievously: "That guy's health is really weak, and his wife isn't exactly docile. He knows better than anyone what's going on outside."

"He tried many kinds of medicinal wines and supplements from the Soviet Union, and he also secretly got his hands on American products, but nothing worked."

"Later, I don't know where he heard that you Chinese people believe in 'using the same thing to cure the same disease,' so he asked me to come here to find bear penis for him."

Ivanov couldn't help but laugh as he said this: "He insisted on having bear penis."

"They say bears are powerful and fierce. If you eat that, you can be as fierce as a bear yourself."

"But when I looked at his build, I realized he wasn't suited for a bear whip. So I prepared a dog whip for him instead."

Ivanov chuckled, pointed at Zhao Shanhe, then at himself, and said:

"Zhao, men like you and me are more suited to bears."

Zhao Shanhe twitched the corner of his mouth. "Keep it for yourself. I don't really need it."

Upon hearing this, Ivanov laughed even louder and gave Zhao Shanhe a thumbs up: "Yes, yes, Zhao, you're a real man."

"Vasily is no match for you."

He chuckled twice as he said this, then leaned forward slightly, his playful expression fading.

"So, Zhao, I can help you."

Zhao Shanhe looked up at him but didn't say anything.

Ivanov tapped his finger lightly twice on the table, lowering his voice slightly: "Isn't what your Red Star Machinery Factory needs most right now people who can run the fur processing line?"

"I happen to have one of those kinds of people in my possession."

"His name is Alexei Petrovich."

"A proper college graduate from the Leningrad Institute of Light Industry."

"He worked at the state-owned fur factory in Vladivostok for over ten years. He knew everything from tanning to cutting the hides, and how the entire processing line worked."

"A few years ago, I was a key technical worker in the factory. I trained apprentices and modified machines."

Zhao Shanhe's eyes darkened slightly: "How could you possibly get someone like that to come?"

Upon hearing this, Ivanov laughed, as if he had been waiting for Ivanov to ask this question.

"Because his wife is sick with breast cancer, she has already received treatment, but she needs medication to maintain her health. This medication is called tamoxifen."

"It's not that they don't have them at all in the Soviet Union, but they're very difficult to obtain."

"But I can get it from the United States."

Zhao Shanhe leaned against the table, tapping his fingers lightly on the surface, his eyes fixed on Ivanov: "Ivanov."

"What do you need me to do?"

Upon hearing this, Ivanov first smiled, then raised his hand and nodded at Zhao Shanhe, with an expression that said, "I knew you would ask this question: Smart man, Zhao."

As he said this, he leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice: "You were the one who shot the 'Black Pearl' at the trade fair in Moscow last March, weren't you?"

Zhao Shanhe's eyelids twitched slightly, and he nodded.

"it's me."

Ivanov's smile deepened, and he lightly tapped the table: "I knew it!"

"Only the most skilled hunters can obtain top-tier items like this!"

He licked his lips, and a glint of greed slowly surfaced in his gray-blue eyes: "Zhao, I have a client."

"He's not an ordinary person."

"He just likes this level of quality."

"It's not for wearing, not for selling, it's for collecting, for showing off, for telling others."

Ivanov raised his chin, a hint of amusement in his smile: "He can get his hands on things that other people can only dream of in their entire lives."

Zhao Shanhe didn't speak, he just looked at him.

Ivanov cut to the chase and stated his position directly: "The Black Pearl is good, but others already have it, so he wants something better."

He paused, then said, slowly and deliberately, "The kind of thing that, once it's brought out, even those in the know have to shut up before they can even breathe."

The room was quiet for a couple of breaths.

Zhao Shanhe then spoke: "For example?"

Ivanov extended his finger and tapped it twice slowly on the table: "A complete one."

"The body is over two meters long, the skeleton is strong, the skin has no large wounds, no bald spots, the stripes are straight, and the color is deep. It is the skin of a Siberian tiger in its prime."