Standing outside the stall is none other than the short and fat Big Head Kong.
He was wearing a fur coat with several gun-toting security guards following him.
It was the end of December, and the weather in Moscow was particularly cold, plus the buildings around New Sun Supermarket were not sealed.
The icy wind howled down the large wide corridors; most people could hardly bear the temperature plummeting to more than twenty degrees below zero.
Boss Liu and the others all knew Big Head Kong. After all, he was the vice president of the New Sun Market, regularly interacting with Chinese businessmen.
"Ah, what has President Kong been busy with lately? It seems like I haven't seen you for several days."
"By the way, President Kong, are there any vacant stalls in the market? I want to open a couple more. I also have some friends back home who want to come over and do business, they're interested in our New Sun Market."
