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Chapter 652 Entering Mongolia

There wasn't even a pier at the landing site, just a few piles buried on the beach, and this place was also among a forest.

Vladimir took Cheng Yu and Lao Dapeng into the woods and walked for more than half an hour before finally leaving the woods.

After walking for more than a kilometer along the road, Vladimir said he was at the right place.

After standing still, Cheng Yu saw that there should be a small village extending down the road, with a few scattered houses and large tracts of farmland nearby.

And between those houses, there was a small open space with several pickup trucks parked on it.

Cheng Yu frowned and said, "You don't use pickup trucks to treat your customers, do you?"

Vladimir laughed and said: "It is not convenient for our car to be exposed to broad daylight, so we bought a farmhouse warehouse here and parked the car inside."

He quickly led the two of them to a warehouse. Vladimir took out the key and opened the big lock on the warehouse door. He put his hands on the door and used all his strength to push the iron door.

After entering, the warehouse was empty except for a huge object covered by a raincloth in the middle.

There is no doubt that this is that car.

Pulling back the raincloth, a large SUV that looked quite old was revealed. The normal passenger capacity is usually five people, but there are two folding seats in the trunk. This is a standard seven-year-old SUV.

A large SUV.

However, this car looks quite dated.

"Can this car still run?" Cheng Yu circled around the front of the car with some suspicion. The rusty body and even the windshield were full of scratches, which worried Cheng Yu.

Vladimir smiled and said: "Don't worry, except for the outer shell, everything inside is new. There is no way, if you get a brand new car in a ghost place like this, it will be too suspicious. Moreover, even if it is a new car

, even if you run twice on the road in a while, it won’t be much better than this.”

"It sounds like our road ahead will be very bumpy soon?"

"In order to cross the border directly, we took the road driven by local farmers' pickup trucks. The pickup trucks have been running over it for many years, and they almost cut through the low mountains. It takes nearly 200 kilometers to reach the border. Otherwise, if

If you take a detour, you really have to go to the city first and then rush to the border. That would be more than 400 kilometers at least, and the road conditions are not that ideal."

Cheng Yu nodded and said, "This is your path, you decide how to go."

"You are lucky. I just came two days ago and I have prepared a lot of food in the refrigerator. Otherwise, we would have to go on the road hungry, or we would have to take a detour through Babushkin."

While Vladimir was talking, he walked towards the depths of the warehouse. Cheng Yu suddenly thought of a question and said, "Didn't you say before that you wanted me to bring some wine to your brothers on the border? Since we don't go

Babushkin, can I give them cash?"

"They don't want cash. No matter how much money you have, it won't be easy to use at the border. If you don't have supplies, even Bill Gates won't be able to use it there. I have wine in the warehouse. I will move a few boxes to the car in a while. You will pay according to the price.

I'll be fine. I'll ask the villagers to help me make up for these things later."

Seeing Vladimir bringing over some ready-to-eat food, Cheng Yu and Lao Dapeng had nothing to choose from, so they took the bread and started to nibble on it.

Although it was actually only the middle of the night and only around two in the morning, the two of them still felt hungry early after running all the way.

"Don't eat too much. It will be difficult to walk on the road for a while. It will be very bumpy. If you eat too much, you will easily vomit." Vladimir warned the two of them.

Half an hour later, the three of them finished adjusting and got into the big car together.

The more than 170 kilometers of road would actually only take one and a half hours if we switch to domestic highways.

It's obviously different here.

The three of them set off at around three o'clock. Not long after they drove out, Cheng Yu and Lao Dapeng were fascinated. It felt like they had finished riding a roller coaster for a lifetime.

Fortunately, it was getting light soon, and after the road could be seen outside, Vladimir's car became much more stable, and he could at least pick it up and run on the road.

But even so, by the time the three of them arrived at the border and finally got on the road, it was already early eight in the morning.

Cheng Yu's face was covered with dust and he had eaten a lot of dirt in his mouth. He complained: "If I had known this, I might as well have gone to Babushkin first. It took a detour of more than 400 kilometers and it took five hours to get there, right? At least I didn't have to suffer.

Such suffering."

Vladimir said very seriously: "I am not torturing you on purpose, I have to suffer the same pain myself.

If we go to Babushkin, the journey is quite safe, but it is only more than thirty kilometers.

And the remaining 400 kilometers, although not as torturous as this journey, are not as smooth as you might imagine.

It’s not like I’ve never been there before. Believe me, it will definitely make you feel even more miserable.

If we go from Babushkin and go around half the mountain, it will be good if we can finally get here at eleven o'clock."

Cheng Yu found it unbelievable and asked, "Is it that exaggerated? Do your roads in Russia have to be so bad?"

"Haha, do you Chinese find it particularly difficult to build China?

Russia as a whole covers an area of ​​more than 17 million square kilometers and has a population of less than 150 million, which is one-tenth that of China.

Excluding those ice sheets, mountains and waters, Russia's usable land area far exceeds that of China.

At that time, the Soviet Union was engaged in the Cold War with the United States. Except for the military, it was barely able to survive, and the economy was in a state of poverty.

It’s good to have a road in a ghost place like this, but how do you expect it to be like China, where there are highways everywhere?”

Cheng Yu thought for a while, but was speechless.

The barracks could already be seen in the distance, and Vladimir drove his car directly towards the gate.

At this time, Cheng Yu could see Vladimir's status in this border post. Although it had been almost twenty years since he left the barracks, when he drove this car and rushed into the barracks, the door opened.

The soldiers outside hurriedly moved the car out of the way for him, and drove the car in without even asking him to slow down.

How does this look like an army? The management is really chaotic.

As soon as the car stopped, a group of soldiers ran over. Vladimir jumped out of the car and hugged and hugged the soldiers.

Then, the group of soldiers ran to the trunk of the car and began to unload the goods.

There were eight boxes of vodka in the car, each box containing twelve bottles, and the bottles were covered with various buffering devices.

When he was in the warehouse, Vladimir said that he usually brought at least four boxes of wine to the border guards. Cheng Yu looked at it and saw that there were only eight boxes in the warehouse, so he simply bought them all and gave them to these people.

This was indeed the right gift, because when those boxes were moved down, Cheng Yu still saw wine dripping down. Taking a rough look, at least one-third of them were destroyed on the road.

"Do you know why supplies are in short supply here? Most of the time, half of the wine supplied here is destroyed on the road.

But they all said thank you. In the past, every time I sent people over, it was considered good to have about twenty bottles of wine left in their hands. They just counted it, and this time there were more than sixty bottles. You

Where's your passport?

I'll go and ask them to go through the customs procedures for you."

Cheng Yu found his passport from his bag and handed it to Vladimir.

After waiting by the car for a while, Vladimir came back with Cheng Yu's passport and handed Lao Dapeng a note.

It was all in Russian, which I couldn’t understand. Vladimir said it was a temporary border pass that would ensure their entry into Mongolia.

"My generous friends, I can only send you here..." Vladimir led the two of them out of the military camp and pointed to the road they just passed.

"It's right there, go there by yourself, there are Mongolian soldiers over there.

They will release you, and your passport will have entry records.

After waiting there, there will be a shuttle bus leading to the train station in Sukhbaatar, which is not far away, just over 30 kilometers away and can be reached in an hour.

The shuttle bus charges rubles, and a ticket costs one hundred rubles per person.

If you have extra rubles on you, give some to the Mongolian soldiers when crossing the border. With luck, they may even use military vehicles to take you directly to the train station in Sukhbaatar.

When you arrive at the train station, you need to exchange some Mongolian Tugriks, which is the currency of Mongolia.

Just buy a train ticket and you can go to Ulaanbaatar. I don’t need to tell you the rest, right?"

Obviously, Vladimir wanted to say goodbye to them here.

Cheng Yu nodded, stretched out his hand, and shook it with Vladimir.

"Given your age, we should call you uncle. Thank you all the way."

"Haha, I'm also in business. I should thank you. I opened one before I even started to resume my old business."

Cheng Yu hesitated for a moment and then said: "Uncle Vladimir, I think you should not do this business.

Of course, I don't know if you have your own family in Irkutsk, but I feel like you are still a person.

If this is the case, I personally suggest you leave there.

Maybe, you can consider China.

If you can speak Chinese, you won't have to worry about finding a job in China.

If that doesn't work, just come to me and I can make arrangements for you.

I dare not say anything else, but I still have the ability to let you live a middle-class life in Moscow."

Vladimir laughed and remained silent. Cheng Yu knew that he did not want to reject him explicitly.

But Cheng Yu still left a phone number for Vladimir and told him the city of Wudong, saying that if Vladimir was willing to live in China, he would be willing to help him make arrangements.

"Okay, I'll keep your phone number. If I change my mind, I'll definitely call you."

After waving goodbye, Cheng Yu and Lao Dapeng walked side by side to the Mongolian border post. Just as Vladimir said, when they saw the passport handed over by Cheng Yu, the soldiers looked at him for a moment and gave it to him.

Stamped and released.

As for Lao Dapeng, after handing over the note, the other party also stamped it and let him go.

Cheng Yu thought that he still had a lot of rubles on him. After leaving a thousand rubles, he gave all the remaining rubles, about ten thousand rubles, to the border guards.

It can be seen that these soldiers often receive such bribes, but when he took the currency, he was shocked when he saw that there was a face value of 10,000 in it.

He babbled a lot to Cheng Yu, but seeing that Cheng Yu couldn't understand, he simply pulled Cheng Yu straight to a military jeep.


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