Chapter 398 Old Factory Director_1

Just as Manager Makarov was busy with a group of people, his cell phone rang.

"Manager, the guests are at the gate!"

This was a call from the office director whom Makarov had sent to the gate to welcome the guests.

After receiving the call, Makarov immediately put down his work, called several other executives, and went downstairs to prepare to welcome the arrival of the big clients.

No sooner had they reached the ground floor than a long convoy of cars came into sight from afar.

All were white Land Cruisers, as many as a dozen!

Before the convoy stopped, Makarov wore a smile on his face and walked briskly to greet them.

It's early January, the coldest time of the year.

Although the Black Sea Shipyard is near the sea and the temperature isn't as cold as in other parts of Russia and Ukraine, it is still below zero by about ten degrees or so.