The next day, amidst Vladimir's eager anticipation, Lin Nianhe finally arrived at his hotel after lunch.
To Vladimir's slight annoyance, Shen Yu accompanied her.
But business was more important, and this deal couldn't bypass the Shen Family—they needed the Shen Family to transport the goods.
"Dear Davaris, at last, you're here." Vladimir warmly invited Lin Nianhe into his small sitting room, handed her a bottle of cola, and casually tossed one to Shen Yu, eagerly asking, "What does Mr. Lin think? Can we work together?"
Lin Nianhe looked at him and said meaningfully, "My father has a military background and prefers practicality... so we have little interest in consumables that can't be used."
Vladimir frowned, his expression not looking good.
"Of course, that's not everything. If you can produce a MiG-27, my father would definitely be willing to make that deal with you."
"You must be joking with me." Vladimir shook his head repeatedly, "That's impossible."
