Chapter 182: Killing

Chen Zhaojun first asked Yegore to help arrange the people to deliver them to the boss of each military region. Then he called to harass Deputy Director Ma and asked him to arrange to bring rice and all the ingredients needed to the supply ship. Although the supply ship stations have been converted into crude oil, such a large ship can hold such a dozen tons of goods no matter how hard it is to place it on the deck. If it really doesn't work, it's winter. However, the group of sailors on the supply ship still have to give some, otherwise it will be more abominable to place so much food on the ship. It's more hateful than if you don't transport food. The visual temptation intensity is extraordinary.

Deputy Director Ma was depressed again. Although he did not guarantee credit this time, he always felt that he had become Chen Zhaojun's domestic logistics department. He could command whatever he wanted. The relationship between superiors and subordinates could still be clearly stated verbally, but in fact it was the opposite. But there was nothing to do. Ten tons of food were not done by just saying it. After all, these things were to be put on the ship without Chen Zhaojun's presence. This was not something that the project manager of "Zhaojun Real Estate Company" could do. He really had to help arrange it at least once or twice. Originally, Deputy Director Ma really had a big fantasy about Chen Zhaojun, because as long as this guy moved, he would be a big bill and he didn't have to deal with him all day long. Who knew that he was eyeing him and kept asking people about a lot of trivial matters? I really don't know when such a nightmare will be over.

Sironov was happy about the eight boxes of cigarettes he got from Chen Zhaojun, but suddenly he heard from the guards in charge of guarding the port that supplies were placed on the deck of the supply ship, as high as a hill.

"Are you sure it's all kinds of food and seasoning?" Sironov focused on the word "various" and emphasized the tone on these words when asked.

"When the commander comes, there are indeed all kinds of food, including meat, fruits, vegetables and rice, and even various condiments. The supply ship is loading oil and preparing to unload the goods. Mr. Chen Zhaojun is also present. He asked us to notify you, otherwise he will not be able to unload the goods!" The guard replied hurriedly.

"Unload! Of course, let him unload as much as he can! Call the port quickly and notify the port and don't waste time!" Sironov said with his eyes shining. This period of the Soviet Union was a time of scarcity of supplies, especially in winter, and there was not much food to eat. Chen Zhaojun is really helping him in time, and Sironov couldn't help but praise Chen Zhaojun.

"Yes, Commander!" The guard replied with a military salute and quickly turned around and left.

Sironov walked back and forth in the study alone, feeling worried, so he quickly put on his coat and asked the secretary to prepare the car. He wanted to go to the port in person.

When Sironov arrived at the port, the supplies on the supply ship had been basically unloaded from the ship and piled up on three trucks that had been prepared, all filled with loads. Chen Zhaojun was commanding on the spot and even helped with the transport, so busy that he smiled and felt very uncomfortable.

"Zhaojun!" Sironov's name was particularly friendly at this time and greeted Chen Zhaojun.

"Old man, I'm just looking for you!" Chen Zhaojun said, wiping the sweat beads on his forehead. The officers and soldiers of the Soviet Pacific Fleet who heard Chen Zhaojun's statement were almost fainted. They could not imagine that someone would dare to call their fleet commander like this, and it seemed that the commander was very helpful.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to know that old man, I like to eat these, you really have them!" Sironov was not a question, and directly clarified the belonging of this batch of materials. In his opinion, this was almost a matter of course. Especially when hearing what Chen Zhaojun wanted to find him, it meant that Chen Zhaojun was preparing to give him these things. Of course, he also knew that it was impossible to take them all by himself, but it was Sironov's character to have a lot of money.

"Old man, these things are not for you!" Chen Zhaojun did not take care of Sironov's face and had a deal with him so quickly. He knew this old man's.

"Hey! You brought these materials on my ship, but you haven't paid taxes yet. Even if these materials are smuggled without me nodding, I have the right to seize them!" Sironov was not angry after hearing this, but said proudly.

"Old man, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, but that your precious granddaughter won't let you!" Chen Zhaojun said truthfully.

"What? Why is that girl?" Sironov was depressed. Although he was sure that at least some of the food could not be escaped in the end, Anna was the one who dismantled him.

"Old man, do you still remember the cigarette I gave you last time? Anna just did a good job, and joined forces with Liu Jun to talk to me for a long time! Although the result of the cigarette cannot be changed, I must 'compromise' to them, saying that I will 'report' to them in the future. "Chen Zhaojun talked about the process extremely seriously, and even "compromise" and "report" came out.

"That's different from cigarettes. Food is the guarantee of nutrition in my body!" Sironov said depressedly.

"Well! Yes! In order to ensure you have sufficient nutrition, we prepared a small portion of meat, milk, vegetables and beans. Anna said that you are old and cannot eat greasy and sweets, nor can you eat too much. So..." Chen Zhaojun said proudly. After saying that, he also grabbed a pack of about ten kilograms from the front of a truck, which was exactly what Chen Zhaojun said: "Old man, I'll help you with your body! By the way, you have to hide some smoking in the future, but it's not good to be caught by Anna."

"This is not right! Not only me, but my soldiers also need it! No, Xiao Chen, I will really detain you if you do this!" Sironov was really anxious. As the commander of the fleet, he hoped that his sailors could have a rich and nutritious meal.

"Old man, if your soldiers are full, it may not be enough to give you all that much. There is no need to be so dark, right? Do you really force me to get it from the Heihe Port?" Chen Zhaojun said aggrievedly, but he still looked smiling.

"Then, you have to leave some for me, right?" Sironov knew that if he brought it in from the Heihe Port, he would not be able to divide a grain of rice.

"Okay, okay, old man, two of the food for these three trucks are yours, one of which is from the Chinese sailors and coaches trained for the Dongkuli. I also want to ask you to keep it for me. Anyway, in winter, the weather here will not break down no matter how much you put it in. If you can't finish it within a week, I'll take care of it. Then I'll bring some fresh ones over." After the joke, Chen Zhaojun said to Sironov in a low voice.

"Okay! Haha, I know, Zhaojun, you are the best buddy!" Sironov put on Chen Zhaojun's shoulder and laughed: "Let's go, I'll invite you to drink!"

"No, no! I should invite you!" Chen Zhaojun was not polite, and also put on Sironov's shoulder and said. Anyway, under the handling of Secretary Sironov, there were no one around. Their conversation could not be listened to by others.

"Oh? You invite me? It's okay, who made you win a lot of money!" Sironov said happily.

"Haha! Let's get on the truck together!" Speaking of this, Chen Zhaojun said to Sironov in a low voice: "Let's go to Dongku to let you taste the real Chinese food!" Chen Zhaojun had asked clearly before, but he didn't expect that Cheng Bingyan, who was a little sissy, would cook good food. Even Jiang Haisheng, who was usually carefree, was a good cook, which made Chen Zhaojun a little greedy. After all, in the Soviet Union, although Chen Zhaojun did not eat that badly, he always had potatoes and beef, which was not as good as domestic food. In addition, Chen Zhaojun transported a lot of domestic wine from China, and these were good things. He could compare vodka with just one bottle.

Sironov had a sharp index finger at that time, so the old and the young got on the truck with their arms around each other and drove towards the direction of the cave.

After seeing a truckload of food and supplies in the cave, all the people's eyes shone like hungry wolves, which was even better than the Soviet sailors. After all, these things have corresponding flavors in their memory, and they drool in conditioned reflex when they see them.

After Chen Zhaojun got off the car, he asked Xu Hui to call Cheng Bingyan as soon as possible. He still has the ability to use it well.

"I will follow them to call you Comrade Xiao Cheng, look at the food in this car. Which ones are the most suitable for you to cook and are suitable for everyone to nourish! Pick some out and put a big table for everyone to eat! Thank you for your hard work!" Chen Zhaojun asked at various foods on the truck.

"Yes! Comrade Chen Zhaojun!" Cheng Bingyan was still confused when he heard Chen Zhaojun ask who could cook. Until now, he saw a whole truck of ingredients, he realized that Chen Zhaojun was really considerate to the officers and soldiers.

"Comrade Chen Zhaojun! I think it is necessary to give these supplies to the Soviet sailors who have worked hard to teach us! Thanks for their training over the past period of time!" Political Commissar Wu Shenglin suddenly came out and said. In his opinion, these things must be truly useful to his tasks. The help of eating them is not very good, but if they give them to the Soviet sailors and let them have a good meal, it will be very good for their studies. It has to be said that the awareness of being a political commissar is high.

Wu Shenglin's words attracted all the sailors present to the snatching eyes of the people. They have been in the Soviet Union for nearly a month, and it has to be said that the food level of the Soviet Union is really not very good. However, the arrangement of the political commissar cannot be said to be unreasonable, but it is just torture of the sailors too much. In the past period of time, the sailors felt the most painful, one was to keep learning at high intensity, and the other was to accept the annoying nagging of Political Commissar Wu. Now, most people have "political commissar phobia and disgust", and sometimes they want to beat him to vent their hatred! As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes were wrong when they saw Wu Shenglin.

"Ah? This doesn't work. Your nutrition needs to be kept up! Uh... Otherwise, thank you for your hard work and help us Soviet sailors get a table of greedy people. I think they are like you, and they are very urgent about these foods, right? At that time, will the problems you mentioned be solved?" Chen Zhaojun taught his experience of bribing people to the naval officers and soldiers.

"This... OK!" Even Wu Shenglin was the political commissar, before the nuclear submarine was sailing back, he had to listen to Chen Zhaojun. Even if he felt that Chen Zhaojun's decision was wrong, he could only be helpless. Moreover, the eyes of the naval officers and soldiers were too scary.

If so many things are left to Cheng Bingyan alone, I'm afraid it will not be finished all day. However, there are still many sailors who know how to do kitchen work. The officers and soldiers of our country's troops have the good habit of helping the kitchen. Even if they can't cook, it's okay to help Cheng Bingyan and Jiang Haisheng do chores.

As for the Soviet sailors, they could only sniff the fragrance spreading in the air outside, but they regretted that they were not good to this before or when they were not good to that. The Soviet sailors never expected that these Chinese sailors had extravagant Chinese cigarettes in their pockets, and now they got so much food in winter.

After these two times, the Soviet sailors might have to correct their attitude. Who knows if these Chinese sailors will make something good in the future? They will remember their grudges and make them look jealous and not prepare one for them.

The Soviet submarine cave warehouse itself was a relatively independent world. As long as there was food, there was no need to have any contact with the outside, so there was absolutely no problem in ensuring survival. Independent water and electricity supply systems, such as kitchens, bedrooms, bathrooms, etc., were all available and nothing was needed. In the cave warehouse in winter, there was a shortage of things sent by Chen Zhaojun. With these things, are you afraid that you would not be moisturized?

However, the Chinese Navy sailors had no choice but to moisturize them. Because when choosing ingredients, Political Commissar Wu Shenglin kept pointing around, saying that this was too greasy and bad for the stomach and intestines, which would affect learning, and that it was not nutritious, it would be useless to eat it, or it would waste time to chew it, which would affect learning. Even if it was not allowed to take cooking wine, it would affect learning, even if it was poured into the dish for seasoning, etc. As for drinking, let alone it, it would be impossible!

In short, Political Commissar Wu Shenglin supervised the whole process of picking and cooking. Cheng Bingyan was a shy person, and was respectful and afraid of Political Commissar Wu. Of course, he could only do what he said. He chose a bunch of ingredients that were reasonable according to Political Commissar Wu's statement. Of course, there was no more attention to cooking. The technique was nothing more than steamed cooked. In the end, few people liked to eat the dishes he made, as a chef.

In contrast, Jiang Haisheng was careless and did not take Wu Shenglin seriously. Whatever Wu Shenglin said, he replied, "Okay, I know!" What he did was two different things. He was complete with chicken, duck, fish and meat, steamed, fried and used everything. Although his skills may not be as good as Cheng Bingyan, the dishes he made were definitely much more popular. Anyway, they were wiped out in a short time, which made him unable to win.

In fact, in the Chinese People's Liberation Army, the food level of submarine soldiers is the highest among all military groups. The big fish and meat even force you to eat it to ensure that the water can replenish sufficient nutrition. This is also the relationship between these sailors who are training and learning, after seeing so many ingredients, they were used to these foods before, but suddenly they disappeared for half a month, just like those who have been smoking cigarettes suddenly quit smoking, which is completely different from the desire for not smoking.

Cheng Bingyan also mentioned these things when Political Commissar Wu stopped him, but Political Commissar Wu came up with two rhetoric and repeatedly taught: "Xiao Cheng, we are now studying, and our food nutrition must naturally keep up, but it must not be greasy. Moreover, we must be a good example and let these Soviet sailors see that we Chinese sailors can be hard and simple under any conditions!"

With the interference of Political Commissar Wu, Chen Zhaojun specially brought Maotai to comfort the sailors. He was unable to take action under the rules and regulations, so he could only accompany Sironov and the captain and other Soviet naval submarine officers to drink. This made Chen Zhaojun very unhappy. He kindly brought it from afar, but he was still quarreled by the political commissar. But there was no way, the rules were required, and there were strict regulations on the top. Chinese sailors must not smoke or drink. But they could not even put cooking wine, which was too much, right? Fortunately, Chen Zhaojun wanted to accompany Sironov, so there was no taboo on the Soviet side. Political Commissar Wu also asked to try to make some delicious food for them. Otherwise, Chen Zhaojun would not be more depressed when eating?

However, Cheng Bingyan and Jiang Haisheng's cooking skills are really unexplainable. Even Chen Zhaojun has a big appetite and eats it to the fullest, which makes him feel great. As for Sironov and the Soviet sailors, let alone, they are all over. They are all over and want to lie down on the ground. Not to mention moving, they even feel it is difficult to speak.

There is no way, the Soviets' cooking techniques were either steaming or cooking, or fried potatoes or nothing else. Now Chinese cooking skills have really opened their eyes and feasted them. When they were cooking in Chinese sailors, they were still wondering whether it smelled so good, would it taste like the best they had ever eaten before? Who knew that this meal should be the most unforgettable meal of these Soviet sailors. Of course, under the order of Sironov, they could not reveal these, even if they were training Chinese sailors alone, it was a taboo content. Therefore, the Soviet sailors who had only bragging capital could only brag about it with their own people.

Sironov also ate in a dim manner. Although people of their level often eat some good things. However, Cheng Bingyan's cooking skills are really not that good, and Sironov even wanted to swallow his tongue.

"Zhao Jun, I have decided. From now on, I will supervise the training content throughout the whole process!" Sironov had almost finished drinking and said shakingly.

"Okay! However, our sailors need to learn and cannot cook every day!" Chen Zhaojun said with a smile.

"Then... it doesn't matter. Just arrange for people to make the meals hot. It's better than when we eat potato bread, right?" Sironov said with confused eyes.

The training of the Chinese People's Liberation Army's attack nuclear submarine sailors continued in the future, but with Chen Zhaojun's presence, the training became much easier and the food level increased a lot. With Chen Zhaojun's help, the Soviet sailors responsible for the training content were in a dilemma. They hoped that the training period of the Chinese sailors could be extended infinitely so that they could have a good taste every day and no longer had to fall into the dilemma of struggling for a loaf of bread. However, if they did not teach well enough, they would not smoke and could not eat that well.

Among them, the most painful thing was not the ordinary Soviet sailors, but the captain of the "Akura"-class nuclear submarine, Mikhail. He had roughly guessed from the concerns of Chen Zhaojun and Sironov that this nuclear submarine would be likely to be sold to China. After all, he had the deepest feelings for nuclear submarines and the highest level of tension. If he continued like this, it would be a bit unreasonable if he didn't guess in that direction.

Before the training ended, Mihail took advantage of the rest and came to the Seamen Club again. It happened that when he was half drunk, Chen Zhaojun was also bored and went to the Seamen Club to sit.

The two of them just sat down and started drinking. Chen Zhaojun was depressed to find that Mihail was more likely to get drunk than when he first met. Not long after drinking, the captain was so drunk.

While Chen Zhaojun was thinking about whether he would send him back in person, Mihail suddenly spoke: "Chen Zhaojun, you, you are all enemies!"

"I? Captain Mihail, you're drunk! It's time to go back!" Chen Zhaojun said, wanting to go forward to help Mihail, but he stopped him.

"Captain? Humph! I will be the captain of the kayak in a few days! Why do you... do you do this? Chen Zhaojun, you clearly know that I have a deep affection for this nuclear submarine, why... why..." Mihail almost changed into a crying voice when he said this.

Only then did Chen Zhaojun realize that Mihail guessed how much he wanted to buy a nuclear submarine.

"Captain, why am I a bad guy?" After knowing the situation, Chen Zhaojun was not in a hurry to urge him to go back. Instead, he sat down again, picked up his glass and started drinking again.

"Chen Zhaojun! I am very grateful for helping me compensate the club for the last time, but what you do now is almost equivalent to taking my life!! Without a nuclear submarine, how can you let me... let me survive?" Mihail said excitedly.

"Captain, don't say these first. I'll ask you a few questions and answer me truthfully!" Chen Zhaojun thought for a while and said to Mihail very seriously.

Hearing this, the drunk Mihail thought that his attitude was good enough, and Chen Zhaojun would give up buying a nuclear submarine, so he corrected his attitude and waited for Chen Zhaojun's question.

"Captain, I want to ask you, are you unable to survive after leaving the nuclear submarine?" Chen Zhaojun's voice was very small, but his tone was very serious.

"Yes! Absolutely!" Mihail replied without hesitation, indicating his determination.

"Captain, I'll ask you again, will you survive if you ask you to leave the Pacific Fleet?" Chen Zhaojun continued to ask.

"Ah?" After hearing this question, Mihail's mind suddenly went short. After all, Chen Zhaojun's problem was too abrupt, and Mihail was drunk again and could not think in time. After Chen Zhaojun asked another question, Mihail thought for a while and said, "It is definitely impossible to survive if I leave the Pacific Fleet, because I must have left the nuclear submarine at that time."

After hearing this, Chen Zhaojun smiled, knew what his answer meant, and continued to ask: "Will you survive if you leave your country?"

"Nonsense!" Mihail responded a lot faster this time: "How can I drive a nuclear submarine after leaving the country? The same!"

"That will allow you to leave the Pacific Fleet and the country, but you can still contact your nuclear submarine. Can you survive?" Chen Zhaojun asked with a smile, and after asking, he took a leisurely sip of wine.

"This..." Hearing this question, Mihail sobered up most of his alcohol. After all, he didn't drink much at the beginning, and he was drunk entirely due to his emotions.

After thinking for a while, Mihail suddenly shuddered, grabbed Chen Zhaojun's collar, and asked viciously: "What? What do you mean is to let me betray my motherland?"

"Don't be excited, don't be excited!" Chen Zhaojun quickly spread his hands, comforted him and sat down, and said, "I just asked you questions, just answer truthfully. I don't mean to force you!"

Mihayer's emotions calmed down a little under the comfort of Chen Zhaojun. After hearing what Chen Zhaojun said, he thought carefully again. After a long time, he said: "You are right, I am indeed. If I were in the Soviet Union, I would definitely not be able to survive. If I were in the Pacific Fleet, I would be the same if I had no nuclear submarines. And if I were in the Pacific Fleet, I would be the same. Leaving the motherland..." Mihayer said as he inserted his finger into his hair in pain, lowered his head and pondered sadly.

After a long time, Mihail finally slowly raised his head: "Nuclear submarines are my life, and of course I hope I can survive! However, if I can not leave the motherland and the Pacific Fleet, that is the best! Besides, I have a wife and children in the Soviet Union."

"Captain, you have only two choices now, one is to leave the motherland, and the other is to leave the nuclear submarine!" Chen Zhaojun further clearly gave two paths.

After thinking for a long time, Mihail said slowly: "I can't serve the motherland without my life. Even if I have this life, I still can't play my role without my submarine. Moreover, if I leave the motherland, as long as I don't do anything that harms the motherland. Even..." Mihail didn't say the following sentence. He was thinking that if China wants to use nuclear submarines to do something harmful to the Soviet Union, he might be able to stop it. Thinking of this, Mihail suddenly raised his head and said to Chen Zhaojun with his eyes shining: "Chen Zhaojun, I understand what you mean, I will apply for retirement tomorrow!"

"Will this solve it? However, if you want to retire, we can't let our Chinese sailors go!" Chen Zhaojun said, taking a sip of wine. In fact, he was thinking about hiring this experienced captain over by hiring. Anyway, he had the power, but he couldn't arrange an official title for him. With Mihail, after the nuclear submarine was driven back, he could train other sailors more well. It was a matter of killing two birds with one stone. As for the matter after returning to China, he was not able to control it. Chen Zhaojun didn't know that his current decision was really right, otherwise the nuclear submarine would not be able to drive back. Of course, these are all later stories.

"Well! I won't fall behind. I will apply to be discharged directly after the training. I know that you want to hire me in your personal name, let me be a submarine consultant or something, and continue to stay with my baby. In this way, I will not be treason, but I am equivalent to a worker hired by foreign capitalists, but my wages are just higher!" Mihail was not stupid, and soon understood what Chen Zhaojun meant.

"What's the high wage? When did I decide on the wages for you?" Chen Zhaojun retorted with a smile.

"Why didn't it? You just said that my salary will be ten times the military salary in the Soviet Union. It was you who said it yourself!" Mihail said in confusion.

When Chen Zhaojun heard this, he laughed: "Yes, ten times, this is what you said!" It is equivalent to ten times the military salary of Mihail in the Soviet Union, which is really not ordinary cheap. After all, the Soviet Union is now in inflation, ten times twenty times, which is very cheap in terms of employment.

"Ah?" Mihail really couldn't understand why Chen Zhaojun laughed so happily. However, he knew that he must have been wrong and was outrageously wrong, so he quickly changed his words: "No, that's what you said, I didn't say it. I mean, it's not a hundred times, I won't go!" When he said this, Mihail was upset in his heart.

Chen Zhaojun stopped laughing and stared at Mihail for a long time. When he knew that Mihail was about to lower the price, Chen Zhaojun stretched out his hand and said, "Happy cooperation!" One hundred times, the price just happened to be appropriate.

"Happy cooperation! Old...boss!" Mihail said, and stretched out his hand.

The two of them held their hands together, from enemies they had fought against, to friends later, and to their current employers, the speed of identity transformation was very fast.
To be continued...