Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing danced with excitement and slapped Paul twice.

"Haha, I'm really a talkative guy, I'm really awesome.

Old man, let me ask you one question: Do you accept it?

Why are you looking at me like that?

I got excited and slapped you twice. Isn't that normal?

Is it worth your fussing over such a small matter?

Be more generous and don't always worry about trivial things.

You are a vice president, but you don’t have the magnanimity to tolerate others…”

Paul was wearing children's clothes and his face was distorted with anger.

That ferocious expression looked like a grinning monkey in the night.

He Daqing was not going to tolerate Paul, so he took the coal shovel and stuffed it into Paul's hand.

"What are you standing there for? Do you want me, the conductor, to add coal to the boiler myself?

You are such a selfish person, always thinking about cheating and scheming.

Everyone has to do their own job well. The job of adding coal and water is left to you.

My job is not easy either, I need to control the throttle, which is much more difficult than yours."

Fortunately, there was only one locomotive and it couldn't burn too much coal, so old man Paul could handle it alone.

He Daqing didn't dare drive too fast and kept the train at a speed of fifty or sixty miles per hour.

At the current speed, if nothing unexpected happens, we should reach Almaty by noon tomorrow.

After not sleeping for a night, He Daqing was still in good spirits, and so was old man Paul.

The locomotive passed through the snowfields, crossed the mountains, bypassed the rivers, and headed south.

He Daqing and Paul were chatting and laughing, eating and drinking, and it was noon.

It is worthy of being Almaty, the largest city in Kazakhstan, and its outline can be seen from afar.

He Daqing took out a black hood and threw it to Paul.

Paul picked up the hood consciously and put it on his head skillfully.

Paul did not resist this and even agreed with He Daqing's professionalism in his heart.

This is how you do great things, paying attention to every detail and not being swayed by emotions.

The speed of the locomotive slowly slowed down, and He Daqing waved his hand and put all the used things into the space.

I got off the train carrying Paul and walked towards the road.

He Daqing took out a bicycle, loaded Paul the child, and quickly moved away from the locomotive.

At the edge of the city, He Daqing stopped, found a forest, went into it, and planned to take a nap.

Daytime is not He Daqing's choice; night is his home turf.

Soon night fell again, and He Daqing sneaked out of the woods, leading a Paul.

As usual, He Daqing was leading the way.

Perhaps because the locomotive was discovered today, there are an unusually large number of military and police officers in Almaty tonight, and they are everywhere in the streets and alleys.

They are just for show and pose no threat to He Daqing in the dark.

A hood was put on Paul's head, and He Daqing waved his hand and put a high-power tractor into the space.

It took two hours for He Daqing and Paul to get out of Almaty.

The tractor made a loud noise and drove eastward carrying He Daqing and Paul.

He Daqing said happily:

"Old man, in three or four hours at most, we can leave Kazakhstan and the Soviet sphere of influence.

Once we reach Star Frontier, we will be completely safe.

Don't worry, our people are high-ranking officials over there.

You look similar to the people from Xingjiang, so just say you are from Xingjiang and give you a legal ID. No one can find fault with it."

Paul was used to eating He Daqing's cakes, and he felt a little full after eating them, so he had some immunity to them.

“That’s good, that’s good.

When I get there, I'm going to sleep in a normal room and on a normal bed.

Oh my god, I don’t know how I managed to get through these days.”

"Don't worry, Paul.

I will make sure that when you arrive at Star Border, you will feel as safe as if you were at home.

Come, have a cigarette.

Sing a song "Katyusha" for me to cheer me up..."

Getting closer and closer to the border, He Daqing even saw lights in the distance.

A hood appeared on Paul's head, He Daqing put away the tractor, and the two walked towards the border.

There was no earth-shattering exchange of fire as imagined. He Daqing crossed the border so easily, so easily that he felt a little unnatural.

Of course, no movement is best.

If this old man Paul were really found here, it might implicate China and cause some diplomatic disputes.

He Daqing began to walk with a swagger, heading straight towards the lights in the distance. When he got here, He Daqing was no longer afraid.

Seeing He Daqing's attitude, Paul followed suit. Arrogance is contagious.

He Daqing knocked directly on the door of the soldier on duty, scaring the two young soldiers on duty.

It was snowing heavily and pitch black outside, and someone was knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

Two little soldiers carried guns, one aimed while the other carefully opened the door.

There were two people outside the door, one tall and one short. The tall one was very ugly, and the short one was wearing pink children's clothes and a black hood.

The two men frightened the young soldier so much that his hands shook and he almost fired a shot.

He Daqing saw the two men pointing guns at him and quickly said:

"Comrade, we are one family, please hold your gun steady.

I have the ID here, please take a look first."

He Daqing handed the Foreign Affairs Bureau certificate to one of the young soldiers.

The two young soldiers carefully looked through He Daqing's ID and put away their guns.

"Comrade He, please take a seat. What brings you here so late? Is there something going on?

What's his situation?"

He Daqing put away his ID, pulled over a chair and sat down.

He took out a cigarette box and handed each person a cigarette.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

"Whoo~"

“This is a classified mission, I need to see your leader, the higher the better.

As for him, just pretend he doesn’t exist. I will explain it clearly to your leader…”

The young soldier ran out happily and called their company commander.

Then they called their team leader, and He Daqing explained the situation to him.

Paul looked more and more proud as he watched He Daqing's actions.

It seems that what He Daqing said was right. He knows high-ranking officials and can really act arrogantly in China.

In a warm barracks, He Daqing and Paul had a good sleep.

The next morning, a military truck picked up He Daqing and Paul.

After a whole day of riding in the truck, Paul felt like he was going to throw up.

The two came to Dihua City, which will be changed to Urumqi City in February next year.

The truck drove into the headquarters of the Xingjiang Construction Corps.

The commander met with He Daqing in person.

He Daqing took off the black hood on Paul's head and pointed at him and introduced:

"Commander, he is Paul, deputy dean of the Institute of Nuclear Energy at the Moscow Institute of Physics and Engineering.

It’s the one that makes atomic bombs and hydrogen bombs…”

The commander was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Trembling hands, trembling voice:

"What...

What the hell?

The Soviet Union...

They are going crazy looking for Dean Paul...

Even issued a nuclear threat to the United States.

Tell me...

He, he is Paul? "