Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Old man Paul got so excited after hearing what He Daqing said that he wished he could go to the underground dance hall to see it with his own eyes.

I thought I, Paul, was a man of high moral character and respect, but I didn't expect that when it came to women, I was not as good as a poor cook.

There is such an interesting place in Moscow. No, I have to go and see it in person.

Paul smiled, rubbed his hands, and said in a flattering tone:

"Young man, can you take me to that underground dance hall to see the world?"

He Daqing shrank back and looked at Paul with some caution.

"You? Are you planning to report the underground dance hall?

Humph, don't even think about it, I won't take you there."

Dean Paul hurriedly explained.

"You misunderstood, how could I be that kind of person?

I am engaged in scientific research. You have to believe in the bottom line of scientists in doing things.

I just want to find some like-minded female students to pass on what I have learned throughout my life?

What can I do?

Do you know nuclear physics engineering?

Let me put it simply. Do you know the atomic bomb?

Wasn’t there a hydrogen bomb this year that is more powerful than the atomic bomb?

That’s my team, the latest research and development.”

He Daqing still looked unconvinced.

"Old man, you are such a boaster.

Are you still looking for like-minded female students? Are you going to teach them how to make an atomic bomb? "

Paul's eyes lit up.

"I, I was planning to do that..."

He Daqing interrupted Paul.

"Old man, don't brag to me.

If you want to go to the underground dance hall with me, you have to give me a bribe.

You know, I took a big risk by introducing you there.

I don't ask for much, just two hundred rubles.

If you think it’s too expensive, just pretend I never said this…”

Paul quickly agreed.

“Not expensive, not expensive, the price is very fair.

I don't have that much money on me, I'll bring it to you tomorrow.

By the way, tomorrow is Friday. Should the underground dance hall be open for business?

How about taking me there tomorrow?"

He Daqing smiled crookedly.

"You can go if you want, but you have to pay extra..."

The two men agreed on a price, smiled knowingly, and left one after another.

He Daqing wondered, does this old man Paul really want to teach some female students?

Teaching naked female students to build an atomic bomb? It's exciting just to think about it.

As expected, he is Vice President Paul, a rare talent in the scientific community.

If only old Paul was really willing to teach.

Then, hasn’t He Daqing’s mission been resolved?

Those scientific giants were all accompanied by guards, and obtaining technical information on making atomic bombs from them was harder than climbing to the sky.

If that old man Paul had taught the female students, it would have been different.

No matter whether you spend money or ask He Daqing to sell his looks, you can always get the technical information.

Alas, I guess no matter how smart Mao Mei is, she won’t be able to learn anything in this short period of time.

Huairu, sister Liu Lan, Azhen, Xiaoshengjun, Yushui, it’s not that I, He Daqing, miss you.

The task is so difficult that I, He Daqing, have to stay in Moscow for a long time.

The next day, at 6:30 p.m., on the eastern outskirts of Moscow.

At a farmers' market, He Daqing hid behind an old tree to avoid the wind.

A GAZ car, with its headlights on, was approaching slowly from a distance.

He Daqing took a closer look and found that it was Vice President Paul's special car, so he went to greet it.

Paul rolled down the car window and stuck out his bald head with only a few hairs.

"Didn't we agree on seven o'clock? How come you're here earlier than me?

Get in the car, get in the car, I will invite you to have a meal in the restaurant first."

He Daqing stood beside the car and kept looking into it.

"Old man, where's your guard?

Are you here alone?"

Paul grinned.

"Hey, we're going to an underground dance hall, so of course I'm here alone.

Let’s go, let’s go.”

He Daqing also started laughing.

“Haha, Dean Paul, you know a lot about underground dance halls.

However, to be on the safe side, please open the trunk and let me check it.

You know, I'm just following the rules."

Paul opened the door, got out and opened the trunk.

“I understand this, the rules must be followed.

Look, there are no Tibetans, right? "

He Daqing immediately showed a hearty smile.

"Okay, okay, let's go, get in the car, get in the car.

I'll drive. I'll be Dean Paul's driver.

Who are you looking down on? I just retired from the army, so of course I can drive.

Sit in the front, sit in the front, and let me introduce you to the rules of the underground dance hall."

Since someone was willing to be his driver, Paul did not refuse. He opened the passenger door and got in the car.

The car started, emitting thick smoke and gradually disappeared into the night.

He Daqing asked jokingly.

"Old man, are you really going to teach women how to build an atomic bomb?

Aren’t you afraid? Didn’t those old women bomb Moscow? "

Dean Paul was in high spirits and chattered non-stop.

"It's good that it exploded, because it happened to blow me up just when I was going back to Germany.

Even if I gave those old ladies all the information, they would not be able to produce it.

It’s like if you are a cook, you just tell them how to cook and they can cook it?

How can it be so simple? "

He Daqing slammed on the brakes and almost threw Paul out.

“Haha, sorry, Dean Paul.

I was just testing to see if there was anyone following me. I took the wrong road on purpose.

This is a necessary safety procedure, please forgive me."

Paul nodded, agreeing with what He Daqing said.

"I understand, I understand, I know about underground dance halls."

Paul was obviously in a very good mood. He asked himself what he was wearing and how long it would take to reach his destination.

They danced and even hummed "Katyusha".

He Daqing was also willing to play the role of atmosphere player and accompanied Paul all the time.

"Oh yeah~"

"Oh yeah~"

The car drove further and further away, until it was so far away that the lights of Moscow could no longer be seen.

It was pitch black, with only the roar of car engines.

Paul had already stopped muttering, and a trace of uneasiness emerged in his mind.

Looking at He Daqing whistling beside him, Paul finally couldn't help but ask:

"Where are we going?

"Did you drive the wrong way?"

Before He Daqing could say anything, he slapped Paul in the face, making his head buzz.

"You old bastard, shut up.

From now on, you are a dog.

I am your master, you do whatever I tell you to do.

If you dare to say no, I will send you to see God immediately."

The old man was right. Even if we had the technical information, it would not be that easy to make an atomic bomb.

In that case, I'm sorry to offend you, old Paul, but please come with me and help me build an atomic bomb.

Damn it, Director Chen, you want me to get the technical data of the atomic bomb, right?

I'll give you the entire technical data of life, even the hydrogen bomb technology, I hope you don't have indigestion...