Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing immediately burst into smiles and invited the three golden flowers to sit down.

He hugged her left and right, took a deep breath, and waved to call the waiter over.

“Three beautiful ladies, please order whatever you want to drink or eat.

I, Lu Guan, will pay for the driver..."

He Daqing used the name of the Russian GRU special forces soldier without any hesitation.

When the three women heard this, they smiled coquettishly and kept rubbing against He Daqing.

I have to say, the things in this dance hall are really expensive.

You know, in a normal cafeteria, three people can eat for about one ruble.

The three of them ordered some white bread, bacon and pickled cucumbers, which cost them fifteen rubles.

He Daqing's money came easily, so he didn't feel bad about spending it.

I spent another five rubles and ordered a fruit platter, which only contained apples and pears.

Accompanied by the sound of soft music, several people enjoyed the food and talked freely.

From the conversation, I learned that the three of them were not very old, probably around 18 years old.

I have to say that the Russians are growing very fast. If He Daqing didn't make it clear, he would definitely think they are 25 years old.

All three were unmarried female workers at a nearby textile factory, and lived in a dormitory allocated by the factory.

In today's Soviet Union, the gender ratio is seriously unbalanced, and Moscow is the hardest hit, with a gender ratio of three to one.

For those who are rich and powerful, changing women is as easy as changing clothes.

While they were chatting and laughing, three more women walked over to the booth where He Daqing was.

"Sir, there is still room here. Do you suggest that the three of us sisters squeeze in?"

He Daqing took a look and saw that this was Dabolang who asked him for a cigarette in the smoking room.

With this figure and this face, how can I refuse her?

Besides, the two women behind her look like mixed-race people from Central Asia, and have a unique style.

Master He Daqing has always been kind and generous, let alone a weak woman of East Asian descent?

Just as he was about to speak, the three golden flowers on He Daqing's booth suddenly stood up.

"There are no empty seats here. You three can go to other tables."

"Yes, yes, we chose him first."

Dabolang brought two girls from the Western Regions and was not willing to be outdone.

“Who said you saw it first?

We just got together in the smoking room.

Look here, there are still his handprints.

You three go away, he is my man..."

He Daqing was stunned.

Oh, this is amazing.

I didn’t expect that Master He Daqing would be so popular.

This place is wonderful, wonderful.

While He Daqing was stunned, the blonde girl next to him and the new wavy girl had already bumped into each other.

The two swore at each other and started pushing and shoving each other.

The people around immediately whistled and watched the excitement.

The blonde and the new wavy girl listened to the crowd's cheers and immediately got excited.

They started tearing each other's hair and clothes. The six women started fighting over a disagreement.

He Daqing laughed heartily and watched with great interest.

As for breaking up the fight?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

For the first time, a woman fought for me, He Daqing. If she didn't fight for a while, how could she be worthy of my status as He Daqing?

My uncle He Daqing is a cadre after all.

This woman is pretty fierce when she fights.

They just kept pulling each other's hair and scratching each other's faces.

If you get your face scratched, how can you have fun later?

Thinking of this, He Daqing quickly stood up and stopped him loudly.

“Pull your hair if you want, but don’t scratch your face.

If you scratch your face, get out of here and replace it with another woman. "

Looking at the other women around who were eyeing them covetously, the six women finally stopped and stood in unison, which was rare.

He Daqing looked fierce and cursed:

“Have you had enough?

Damn it, what do you think of me?

Sit down, you, and you, sit next to me."

He Daqing counted out the two groups of people, each led by a woman, a blonde girl and a newcomer with big wavy hair.

"Just order whatever you want to eat, don't save money for me.

What do you three do? Are you also female workers in the textile factory?"

The six of them were originally female workers in the same factory and lived in the same dormitory.

It's just that we are in different workshops and on different floors of the dormitory. We are familiar with each other.

After ordering some food and a bottle of wine, He Daqing's total assets were reduced to only 280 rubles.

However, He Daqing didn't feel bad at all when spending the money. With his ability, he could just borrow some from a few rich people and he would never be able to spend it all.

Besides, this is not China. Are the Russians' laws and morals going to restrict me, He Daqing, from performing my duties?

Drinking wine and playing rock-paper-scissors, He Daqing was basically guaranteed to win.

The brains of these Mao girls are simply too simple.

He Daqing couldn't hide his thoughts at all, and he could basically guess what the other party would do.

At two o'clock in the morning, those who found their partners left the venue in twos and threes, hugging each other, to the sound of soft music.

It was time for He Daqing's table to leave.

Two groups of women began to fight for the ownership of He Daqing.

They all asked He Daqing to go with them because they had more tricks.

He Daqing raised his nose and said, "I want to make the decision myself."

“We are a whole tonight, inseparable.

Let’s go to the blonde girl first, and then go to the big wave tomorrow night, that’s it…”

In this bar, the ratio of men to women is an astonishing four to one.

Men who can afford ten rubles to enter are considered to be wealthy.

Basically, no one returns empty-handed. It is very common to have people hugging each other.

It's outrageous for someone like He Daqing to order the whole table.

People like this usually don't survive more than a year.

Take off the small wooden tag tied to your hand and use it to retrieve your temporarily stored clothes from the bar.

The dormitory where the women lived was a six-story townhouse.

Basically, they are small suites with an area of ​​60 square meters, three bedrooms and one living room.

The kitchen, toilet and bathroom are on both sides of the corridor and are public facilities.

As soon as he entered the room, the women rushed towards him and He Daqing had no power to resist at all.

Thanks to a Liuwei Dihuang Pill, He Daqing managed to retain his dignity.

The warm winter sun slowly shines into the windowsill.

It reflects on the ends of the big waves, shining brightly.

He Daqing rubbed his sleepy eyes, felt the big waves and the tenderness of the blonde girl, and smiled knowingly.

People are like this. When we first meet, there are no messy entanglements and everything is so beautiful.

Two pairs of bright big eyes suddenly opened, gazing at He Daqing tenderly, with the corners of their curved mouth slightly raised.

Feeling that the two women were being dishonest, He Daqing quickly stood up and made an excuse to go wash up.

Are you kidding? There are four women living next door.

Even if that man with the finger that could easily cause a tsunami comes, if Tengyin comes, he will have to wear a plaster on his hand if nothing unexpected happens.