?Reborn Oligarch 11

Ernomerkin knew that Guo Shouyun didn't live in Queshan Villa last night. \

Unhurriedly followed behind Polaninov. Chernomyrdin Shiran passed through the more heavily guarded gate in the back garden. Then step down the stone road surrounded by pine and cypress at the corner gate. Walking into a quieter garden path.

"Sir. Mr. Guo is right there." He stopped outside a white-painted wooden fence. Polaninov turned sideways. Reached out and pointed to the rain shelter corridor not far ahead. said softly. "He specifically ordered it before. Let you go alone. So. I won't accompany you."

"Oh. Thank you." Chernomyrdin glanced forward subconsciously. as predicted. It is in the pavilion corridor a hundred and ten steps away. A solitary figure was sitting beside a long table with no interest. Judging from the shape of this back figure. Indeed, it should be Guo Shouyun, who has had several relationships. Mr Guo Da.

"You're welcome. Sir, please do it yourself." Polaninov was like an orthodox English housekeeper. He responded very politely. Then he bent down and bowed to the other party. Then he quietly left the garden.

Before. When preparing to meet Guo Shouyun. Chernomyrdin's heart is more or less always a little uneasy. now. When he really saw Mr. Guo Da's back. This uneasiness disappeared suddenly. Because from that far back. He could not detect any arrogance and domineering taste. You can't even feel the pungent and **** smell. The only thing he could feel right now. Just so lonely. That kind of loneliness that is aloof but looks around without friends.

"This young man, when he's alone. What is going on in his mind?" At this moment. Chernomyrdin suddenly wanted to know the answer to this question.

The footsteps of "" came from behind. Awakened Guo Shouyun from the memory of his previous life and suddenly returned to his soul. He actually clearly felt that the corners of his eyes were a little wet.

"Could it be that I'm really getting old?" With a wry smile. He muttered to himself. "Thirty years in the past life. Thirty years in the next life. That adds up to almost seventy years. Hehe. My **** is indeed old."

"Here?" Although there was such a feeling in his heart. But Guo Shouyun said what came out of his mouth. But always with such a unique calm. "Well. Just make sure. Do you want me to call you Your Excellency the Prime Minister. Or do you want me to call you Mr. Victor?"

It is better to walk into the pavilion corridor like a stroll in a leisurely courtyard. Chernomyrdin glanced at the back of Guo Shouyun's head. He smiled and said, "It's up to you. Do you want me to call you Mr. President. Or do you want me to call you Shouyun?"

"Haha. I always hope that others can address me as casually as possible." Guo Shouyun turned his head and smiled. Reach out to the chair opposite. said. "Sit down. Mr. Victor."

Chernomyrdin is also welcome. He went to the table. Reaching out for the beautifully crafted pine ottoman. Damascus sat down.

"What would you like to drink?" Guo Shouyun fiddled with the tall crystal cup in front of him. asked seemingly absent-mindedly.

"Whatever. But on a rainy day like this. I usually like to drink a little vodka." Chernomyrdin made a gesture. laughed.

"Well. Indeed. That's good for your back pain." Guo Shouyun bent down. I looked in the cupboard under the table. Present a boxy wine bottle. "I've heard it before. Orsk had a very famous vodka distillery in ten years. Hmm. It's called Metkan. Haha. The vodka they make is not high-end. But it's very good. Spicy and exciting. Very few people can drink such a bottle in one breath."

On the other side he fiddled with the wine bottle in his hand. while talking. On the opposite side, Chernomyrdin's eyes widened. Metcan winemaking in Orsk. The name is all too familiar to Chernomyrdin. He started from six or seven years to seven or eight years. Has worked in Orsk for nearly twelve years. People are getting old. Much has been forgotten. But he never forgot. At once

"Lome" vodka produced by the Can Distillery. As the one on the other side said. The brand of Lome can be said to be unknown in the domestic vodka market. More to say. This vodka is actually not very good. It's too boozy. Ordinary people don't say drink a bottle. It would be nice to be able to drink two clean glasses. Oddly enough. Chernomyrdin has always had a soft spot for this drink. He worked in Orsk for twelve years. I've been drinking this vodka for twelve years. Not only that. Even if it was later transferred back to Moscow. From time to time he would ask someone to buy a few bottles back. people. Drinking is not for drinking that, alcohol. Of course. Not to get drunk. The taste that people drink. The kind of feeling that is pinned on wine. And Chernomyrdin was full of affection for the Orsk he once worked for. But unfortunately. With the ladder of the former Soviet Union. The promotion of the capitalist form of the market economy. The Metcan distillery that had been born in Orsk for nearly four decades went bankrupt. The kind of Merlot that made his Chernomerkin fondly remember. It also came to an end. Don't say you bought it now. He couldn't even ask for half a bottle. Can. But now. The bottle of wine in Guo Shouyun's hand. Whether it is from the packaging or from the sample preparation of the wine bottle. It is clearly the Merlot vodka of the year.

"This. This is" no doubt. Chernomyrdin is not an alcoholic. He drank but was not addicted, but when he saw the bottle of wine in Guo Shouyun's hand. He still couldn't help being a little excited. In a hazy trance. He seemed to be back in six or seven years. And that time. He has just graduated from the Kuibyshev Institute of Technology. Young and full of vigor are all ** who contributed everything to the great cause of socialist construction in the Soviet Union. now. Thirty years of ups and downs have passed. The energetic young man at the time has turned into a lousy old man who looks forward to everything.

"Mello brand vodka. Haha. Authentic." He pushed the bottle in front of the old man. Guo Shouyun smiled. "Although those workers in the factory died at the beginning. The missing disappeared. There are very few that can be recovered. But after all, we can still find a few. You can try it. Is it still the same taste as before."

Chernomyrdin did not speak. He reached for the wine bottle. Hastily unscrewed the cork. Then. No wine glasses either. He just blew a mouthful of mouth to mouth.

"Cough, cough, no." The wine was very energetic. Plus the entrance is a bit rushed. Chernomyrdin coughed violently. "That's the taste. That's the taste. I haven't had it in nearly ten years. But I can still taste it. It hasn't changed. It hasn't changed at all."

"Really?" Guo Shouyun smiled slightly. said. "But I think it must have changed a lot. At least. The cost is staggering. Just to make two cases of wine like this. I spent four million dollars. From finding workers to rehiring. To restoring equipment back Push technology. Hehe. I want to spend the same cost. We can get dozens of cases of top vodka."

"Oh. You mean" Ernomerkin was taken aback. Subconsciously put the bottle back on the table.

"Don't worry. I'm not bribing you." Guo Shouyun shook his head and smiled. "I'm not that stupid. If I want to pay a bribe, I can think of something more affordable and effective. As for this wine. Haha. I just want to use it as an experiment. "

"What experiment?" Chernomyrdin asked in amazement.

"I want to see. Is there really no market for this Merlot Volga?" shrugged. Guo Shouyun said in a relaxed tone. "Hehe. It turns out. Metkan's bankruptcy was not without reason. Because I now. Even if I sell this wine at the lowest price of seven rubles per bottle, no one is interested in it. It's you hehe. But you After all, there are too few such people. It simply cannot meet the needs of this winery to survive.”

"Then what do you mean?" Chernomyrdin vaguely felt something. he knows. The real intention of the young man on the opposite side was not on this bottle of wine. He seems to be taking this to express some of his personal views.

"I mean. Metkan's bankruptcy seems to be doomed." Guo Shouyun took a cigarette. Said thoughtfully. "Because its existence can no longer meet people's needs. Hehe. It was like that decades ago. It's still the same decades later. What's more. Metkan can still be said to have maintained its own characteristics decades ago. With this feature, it can occupy a market of its own, thus embarrassingly maintaining its survival. But today, after nearly ten years of extinction, its original feature has changed beyond recognition. It once belonged to Its market. It has long since been carved up. In this case, I may be able to pay a lot of money to restore it but I can't keep it alive." To be continued. If you want to know what happened next. See Chapter 6 for more. Support the author. support bubble