Yang Geyong had just returned to Dasha's house after a date. Dasha's mother told him that a man named Sergei called him and asked him to go back when it was convenient.
Yang Geyong, who was intimate with his daughter, was stunned for a while, but after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't remember who Sergei was? But since he asked him to call back, he had to reply out of politeness.
When the phone dialed, the voice over there was a little old, and it seemed that he was not young. "Mr. Sergei? I am Yang Geyong. Is there anything you need to ask me?"
He heard the voice not familiar, Yang Geyong asked directly. He knew that people here were more direct in their words and doing things, so there was no need to go around in circles.
"I am Ivan's friend and an engineer in a steelmaking company, but I have retired. Now I need your help." There is more direct than him.
"What help do you need for me? Why don't you just meet and talk?" Yang Geyong did not have Meng Lang, and wanted to clarify the matter first.
"Can you come to Lenin's Grand Connection No. 137? We can talk here." The address was reported there.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Geyong drove out. Because he asked his mother, he knew that there might be a residence there. So he bought some food. Now he visited Moscow, food is the best gift. He learned this.
Lenin Street is a famous street in Moscow. It is eight kilometers long. Yang Geyong walked around several times before finding the door number in an alley.
But the house number is a yard, and there are several buildings inside. This made Yang Geyong confused. How can I find this?
"Hello, are you Yang Geyong?" Yang Geyong was confused. A little girl suddenly flashed out of a corner and asked.
The little girl is very beautiful, her golden hair shining under the street lights. Because she may not be able to spell the name of Yang Geyong, she said it very vaguely.
After all, Yang Geyong has become accustomed to it. Most of the people he meets cannot spell out his name, and they call him Yang.
"It's me, are you Mr. Sergei's family?" Yang Geyong squatted down and asked.
The little girl stared at him for a while and was sure that he looked different from the people here. So she nodded. Then she took Yang Geyong's hand and walked towards a building.
The building is in the second building on the right side of the yard, with a red brick-concrete structure. It is a bit dilapidated. The lights in the corridor are not all on.
The two of them stumbled to a room on the third floor. The little girl opened the door with the key. The lights in the room were not dim, but the room was not spacious.
This is a two-bedroom and one-living room room, but there are people lying in both bedrooms. Yang Geyong was startled and saw that there was a young woman lying in the west room, so he went into the east room. The old man was probably Sergey.
"I'm sorry, I have to twist my waist. I can't go downstairs, I can only greet you in this way." The old man seemed a little apologized and nodded slightly.
Yang Geyong didn't care, put down what he was in his hand and asked, "Can I help you with anything?"
"Can you get something to eat? My granddaughter is probably hungry. She hasn't eaten anything in the past two days."
Yang Geyong glanced at the girl behind him and hurried to the kitchen. But he really couldn't find anything to eat in the kitchen.
But at least he brought some bread, sausage, and caviar. He quickly took it out and baked it in the oven, then took it out and sliced ​​it and picked up a sandwich for the little girl. The little girl ate it in big mouthfuls, obviously very hungry.
Yang Geyong picked up another one and handed it to Sergei. The old man started eating without hesitation.
Yang Geyong looked for it and found that there was coffee at home and quickly went to cook some. He poured it for the little girl and Sergei. He didn't care about the woman's side, because it was a Chinese habit. It would be best not to go to the woman's bedroom.
Sergei finished gnawing bread and then took a sip of coffee. He became much better. Then he said, "I have been to China and helped the construction of Shougang. Unfortunately, we have been withdrawn in 60 years."
Sergei's tone was full of regret, as if he was recalling something?
Yang Geyong didn't say anything, just looked at him, not understanding what he wanted to express? You can't just call me over to cook for you after you have been to Shougang, right?
As if I realized that I was off topic, Sergei smiled self-deprecatingly and continued, "I should have lived in Leningrad, but after retirement I came to my daughter. But my daughter was also unemployed and my retirement salary has not been paid in the past few months. I would like to ask if you can work in China?"
He heard that he had been to China in the past five years and was an engineer in steelmaking. Yang Geyong agreed without hesitation. He introduced:
"We are just going to launch a continuous rolling equipment with an annual output of millions of tons. The equipment is imported from Germany and requires an expert like you. The salary for working there is 1,000 rubles per month. I wonder if you can accept it? But in the first place, your technology must meet the salary standard you receive, otherwise we will also reduce our salary."
"Okay, no problem. This is what it should be." Sergey agreed without hesitation, looking very confident. After spending most of his life in a steel company, he has no doubts about his technology at all.
"What's wrong with your daughter?" Yang Geyong asked with some concern. In fact, he wanted to send some food, but he was afraid of inconvenience.
"Her husband abandoned her and left, and took away all the money from the family. My waist was twisted when I fought with him!" Sergei said that he was very angry here. Obviously, the family had already ended.
"What's wrong with her? What's the use of lying there?" Yang Geyong asked in confusion. The elderly and children are at home. As the pillars of the family, at least they have to take care of them?
"Sorry, she has divorced once. I didn't expect to meet someone like this again this time. My brain was a little stimulating, and I didn't dare to call her, just let her figure it out."
"What job did she do before? Why did she suddenly lose her job?" Yang Geyong couldn't help asking.
"Walking with me, but I'm a little more advanced than me. I specialize in the research of special steels. But her research institute has been dissolved due to financial reasons. I'm still waiting for reallocation, but where can I get the current environment?"
Yang Geyong was ecstatic. This was really sleepy and someone gave him a pillow. At present, isn't the warrior truck stuck on the engine and gearbox? If there is special steel, it's a big worry.
However, the current situation is not suitable for talking about these things. After chatting with the old man for a while, he went out to buy some dishes. The Russian food is simple, just make a beech soup.
Chapter completed!