Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Time: April 1956, 2.

Location: Moscow Railway Station Platform

He Daqing followed Minister Wang, walking at a leisurely pace.

They walked out of the green train together and stood on the platform.

At this time, a group of people had already been waiting outside the train. They were all members of other Chinese delegations, and were now respectfully awaiting their arrival.

The head of this delegation is none other than Head Zhu. He has a serious expression and an upright posture, appearing very majestic.

The leader who came with He Daqing on the train could only serve as deputy head of the delegation.

At this point, the six members of the Chinese delegation finally gathered together.

He Daqing smiled warmly, held Captain Zhu's hands tightly, and his eyes were shining with excitement.

He said loudly:

"Sir! Private He Daqing reports to you!

Haha! Sir, if there is anything you need from me, please don't hesitate to let me know.

Even if it's Khrushchev's chamber pot, I will try my best to steal it for you."

Captain Zhu glared at He Daqing with a look of displeasure on his face, but he was not actually angry.

He pretended to be angry and cursed:

"He Daqing, what nonsense are you talking about here?

You are a ministerial-level cadre now after all, so why do you still speak so inappropriately?

Just shut up. I'll settle the score with you later."

He Daqing laughed dryly twice, then stood aside, his nose raised in pride.

The meaning is self-evident. The relationship between Master He Daqing and Captain Zhu is not ordinary.

You know, He Daqing has the least experience, so he has to think of ways to improve his presence.

The old Russian on the side, however, was so angry that he said to He Daqing in broken Chinese:

“If you like the chamber pot, you don’t have to steal it!

I will report to Khrushchev and ask him to give you two."

He Daqing glared at the Russian and started to joke with him.

"Sure, wait till my piss is full, and then I'll let you drink to your heart's content..."

"He Daqing, don't meddle in other people's business..."

Other members of the delegation persuaded He Daqing and pulled him to the back of the team.

The Russian who was causing trouble with He Daqing was also pulled behind by other Russians. He Daqing and the Russian stared at each other across the crowd, threatening each other with their eyes.

He Daqing whispered to the second translator accompanying the delegation about the background of the Russians on the opposite side.

"Xiao Chen, who is that fat guy?

How dare you be so arrogant and ignore us. "

Xiao Chen adjusted his glasses.

“Minister He, his name is Vasilevsky.

He was the First Deputy Minister of Defense of the Soviet Union.

We'd better not provoke him, he is a powerful figure in the Soviet military."

When He Daqing heard this, he became even more unhappy.

I, He Daqing, am as fat and ugly as you.

Why are they all deputy ministers? You are such a powerful deputy, at least the kind that can mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops.

And even if I, He Daqing, count all the people in the Red Star Winery, I can't even get ten thousand people.

He Daqing's eyes rolled around, and he finally took note of this Levsky in his heart.

Apart from some minor conflicts between He Daqing and Levsky, the Soviet side and the Chinese delegation got along very happily. The atmosphere was good and there was much talking and laughing.

Especially Deputy Head Deng, thinking back to the winter of 1926, when he dropped out of Moscow Sun Yat-sen University and returned to China to support the revolution, it had been exactly years.

After thirty years, Moscow remains the same, without much change.

Deputy Head Deng has grown from a 22-year-old young man to a man over years old.

The Soviet side knew that Deputy Head Deng was coming, and even arranged for a meeting between former classmates who had studied at Sun Yat-sen University in Moscow, including female classmates.

On the way out of the train station, Deputy Head Deng seemed to be in a particularly good mood.

He Daqing couldn't help but joked:

"The way that female classmate looked at our deputy leader just now was not simple.

Admiration, but also a hint of resentment...

It is indeed gold, it will shine everywhere.

Seniors are still seniors after all, how about you teach me how to recruit?"

Even Lao Zhu became interested.

“Old Deng, I didn’t expect that you would have such a good marriage!

Say a few words, say a few words..."

Deputy Head Deng laughed a few times and explained:

“When I was at Moscow Sun Yat-sen University, I was there solely to study.

At a time when the country is weak, the family is poor, and the mountains and rivers are broken, how can I have the right to think about love between men and women? "

Then he turned back to look at He Daqing and scolded with a smile:

“If you want to talk about marriage, you should ask that brat He Daqing.

This brat is so focused on this..."

Everyone was talking and laughing as they got on several GAZ cars and, under the escort of Soviet guards, headed for the temporary base arranged by the Soviet Union.

He Daqing had just been assigned a room and was about to lie down for a while when the clerk came to his door.

"Minister He, there is a Soviet comrade outside looking for you!

He said he was an old friend of yours..."

He Daqing was confused.

old friend?

When did I have old friends in Moscow?

He Daqing nodded to the clerk to show that he understood, and then walked out.

You can tell whether it is a human or a ghost just by meeting him once.

In the reception room, a familiar-looking bald old Russian was shaking hands with He Daqing enthusiastically and introducing himself in fluent Russian:

“Nice to meet you, Comrade He.

Welcome to Moscow.

My name is Poroski, and I am the Deputy Minister of the Armed Forces."

Then he signaled to the translator next to him to translate the conversation for He Daqing.

However, He Daqing waved his hand and responded directly in Russian:

"Hello, Comrade Poroski!

We can communicate directly in Russian.

Excuse me, Mr. Minister, what can I do for you?

Hearing this, Porowski burst into laughter and asked the interpreter to leave the reception room.

Then he continued in Russian:

"Minister He, you speak Russian very well.

I am here to discuss some unpleasant incident between you and Levski on the railway platform today."

He Daqing frowned slightly and muttered to himself, is this guy here to stand up for Levsky?

Then, his tone became less friendly, and he replied coldly:

"Why? Do you want to save Levsky's reputation?"

"Minister He, don't get me wrong, he and I are not in the same group."

Porowski quickly explained.

"Then what do you mean?"

Minister He looked at Poroski in confusion.

"Don't you want to know why he is so mad at you for just saying it as a joke?"

"Oh? What's the trick here? Please tell me."

Porowski told He Daqing the truth of the matter:

"The Levsky family is a traditional wine-making family. The most expensive and best vodka in the Soviet Union is produced by their family.

After your Flame Vodka was produced, their family business was greatly affected... So, do you understand?"

Minister He suddenly realized what was going on, but he was not angry. Instead, he smiled confidently:

"So this is ah!

However, they should understand that market competition is cruel.

Laozi's Flame Vodka has a good taste and is affordable, so it will naturally be popular among everyone.

If they want to continue to be competitive, they have to continue to improve the quality of their products.”