The morning meeting finally ended, and according to the arrangement, today’s formal meeting also ends here.
It's perfect to have a dinner party after the meeting.
"Wake up, honey, it's time for us to go." Yang Mingzhi pushed his wife.
"Um...the meeting is over? What did I miss?"
"You've missed a lot, but it's all in vain. At least you didn't miss lunch."
"All right……"
According to the arrangement, lunch was still in the form of a buffet, and the food was quite simple. Of course, Gorowski insisted on holding a buffet at noon. Eating was secondary, and chatting about the spirit of the meeting while eating was more important.
According to the tradition of the Russians, they are surprisingly similar to the Chinese in some aspects. Some things are often discussed endlessly in formal meetings. When it comes to the wine table, having a good drink often solves the problem.
Therefore, for this dinner party, Gorowski ordered some vodka to be brought from the warehouse and served according to the standard of one bottle per person.
He also had another purpose. He said, "I don't know how much this Belekov drinks." In his concept, a man who drinks well is definitely a real man, and a real man is trustworthy.
But wine should not only be vodka. Just like coffee, since Americans give this kind of thing as a gift, of course they also give other things as a gift.
Yang Mingzhi held his wife's hand and walked into the banquet venue with great interest along with many participants. What appeared in front of them was a large and well-decorated house. Look at the granite reliefs on the wall, which fully illustrates its beauty.
It is a building from the Tsarist Russia period.
Due to Yang Mingzhi's high rank, he and his wife naturally became the object of discussion when they walked among the crowd.
What else could they talk about? It was nothing more than their own identities and experiences as interesting talking points.
As for Mayor Umov, he simply came over. After the morning meeting, his inner happiness was reflected in this old body. At fifty years old, he seemed to be young again.
"Ah, dear general. There will be a third meeting in a few days. That meeting was the announcement of the division of the state, and there were changes in the people in the major agencies. After the third meeting, it's time for me to start new work."
Yang Mingzhi nodded in agreement and immediately changed his tone: "Comrade Governor, congratulations to you."
"thank you."
"After the third meeting, there will be another Soviet Congress. It seems that you have done what you should do, and the Soviet Congress only announced the results of all decisions."
"That's right. Well, although the procedure is a bit cumbersome, it must be gone through. Let's not talk about these things for the time being. Listen, Berekov."
"yes."
"The current governor will take the initiative to talk to you in a while, so you have to be prepared."
"Preparation? What preparation."
"Oh, I know your drinking capacity. We were drunk at that dinner, and you were the only one who persisted until the end. Gorowski knows this, and wine at lunch is indispensable. I hope you can make plans in advance."
"Ah? Do you want to get me drunk?"
Umov shrugged, changed the subject and pointed to the building not far away: "That is the lunch place. It was a large canteen during the Tsarist Russia. Now it is fully utilized and it is a people's canteen."
After hearing what he said, Yang Mingzhi guessed that a big drink at noon would be indispensable.
But this time Umov miscalculated. Gorovsky obviously didn't want to get drunk, so he took advantage of lunch time to chat more with Berekov.
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This meal was simple yet rich, with a Russian platter, chicken Kiev, sliced black bread, and beef soup. The only thing on the table was the lack of fresh vegetables because they simply couldn't exist in the current season.
No one announced that lunch had officially started. Everyone entered the room and consciously picked up their plates or looked for wine.
Many people wanted to chat with Berekov, but saw that the governor himself had already approached them with a glass of wine, so they had to give up.
Today, Gorowski put two slices of sausage into his mouth and approached the distinguished guest he longed for, as eagerly as if he was not tired at all from the morning meeting.
He held up a glass of American whiskey and praised Yang Mingzhi unstintingly.
"Dear General Berekov, what do you think? Eating here is definitely better than eating in the cafeteria of the Academy of Sciences."
"Yes, Comrade Governor. There are sausages and wine. The Academy of Sciences can only provide bread, and it is rationed. I thank you for your hospitality and allowing me to have a full meal."
Gorowski shrugged and looked embarrassed: "You are a scientific worker and a general, and you deserve better treatment. It is really an evil war, which has dealt a huge blow to our great cause. If it hadn't been for this war
, we continue to carry out efficient and peaceful development, and the sausages and bread you see now can be enjoyed by every family every day. It is a pity that the people can only eat potatoes."
"But the war will end." Yang Mingzhi also raised his glass, "Cheers to us to win the war as soon as possible!"
After drinking a glass of strong wine, Yang Mingzhi felt warm all over his body. Of course Yang Mingzhi knew that what he drank was whiskey. As for why it was not the common vodka, he didn't need to worry.
After drinking a glass of wine, Yang Mingzhi poured it for himself, "Comrade Governor, as you know, I am Chinese. There is a tradition in my hometown that when you see a distinguished friend, you should drink three glasses of wine to show respect.
.”
"Ah, you still have such a custom there. I heard about it when I arrived. Well, you see, the bottles of whiskey on the table are made by Americans. It is really a special-tasting spirit, full of bourgeois flavor.
Taste, but wine is wine, and when it comes into our hands, it is the taste of Bolshevism."
What does this mean? It sounds quite meaningless. But after thinking about it for a moment, Yang Mingzhi heard a different story.
Maybe Gorowski never rejects foreign things, he is a pragmatic person.
Yang Mingzhi smiled and raised his glass in response to see if the other party had anything else to say.
"Comrade Berekov, I admire your name very much. You are a rare talent in our country."
"You flatter me."
"No! All the praises given to you are appropriate. In the current war, no one can ignore the ability of the guerrilla fighters and the power of the scientific workers in the rear. The guerrillas, they attack the enemy's logistics supplies without warning. Objectively speaking,
Weaken the enemy's combat effectiveness. Scientists and their fantastic ideas during the war have equipped our army with a large number of high-tech equipment. The Red Army equipped with these new equipment will be invincible."
"Haha, you are still praising me. Thank you... thank you."
Yang Mingzhi is not a person who enjoys great achievements. Maybe he would have such thoughts when he is older, but now, he is certainly very high-spirited and is not overly complacent about all the honors he has achieved so far. Just for one reason, he
I know that my energy is very huge. The honors I get now are nothing. I will still be queuing up to win new honors in the future!
Yang Ming Zhiming still had a humble look on his face, and the commander of the military region who also came over was very outspoken.
"Comrade Governor, you are talking about our General Berekov, right?"
"Of course! Who else but our Belekov?!" Come on, Gorowski looked directly into Yang Mingzhi's eyes, with joy beyond words: "What a talent. I've seen you
Detailed report, we finally met today. You came from China, and you gave us important support soon after arriving in the Soviet Union. Aha! By the way, I almost forgot that you have become a Soviet citizen. We are comrades! Here is you
As your second home, I think you will love our great alliance as much as you love your mother country."
"Yes, specifically I am a Belarusian citizen, and most of my honors were earned during the fighting in Belarus. Because of these extraordinary experiences, I have a deep affection for this vast and fertile land.
Now that you have read my information, it should be clear that my wife and I were your Chinese comrades long before I joined the Soviet Union and even before we crossed the Amur River."
"Oh? There is also this matter?" Gorowski thought for a while and understood what Yang Mingzhi meant. However, these things were not described in detail in those materials, not to mention that the detailed materials he saw were all about Yang Mingzhi.
Mingzhi’s experience in Belarus.
"Yes, Marx was an extraordinary leader, and his thoughts inspired the oppressed people all over the world. And Comrade Lenin proved with actions that when the proletarians unite, they can indeed win the victory of the people. When I heard that the Russian people overthrew
Feudal Tsar, my thoughts fluctuated greatly, and soon I had my own firm belief..."
Yang Mingzhi felt that it was a bit strange to say "a painful talk about the history of a revolutionary family", but no one dared to question the authenticity of this statement. It was so politically correct that Gorowski secretly admired it.
Yang Mingzhi continued: "Now that the war has spread all over the world, China and the Soviet Union are already allies. You and I were comrades with the same ideals, and now we have another common cause, which is to defeat the hateful enemies who try to enslave the world and put them to death."
The demagogue Austrian lunatic is defeated. It is best to capture him alive for justice, save the world, and save the deluded German civilians. Because we represent the interests of the people, we are the people's army. Maybe when we put the red flag in the
After the Reichstag in Berlin, perhaps many other European countries will become part of the alliance."
The words became more and more endearing and disgusting, which gave Gorowski more ideas.
Regarding Yang Mingzhi, he suddenly felt that his impromptu speech was definitely not a fallacy.
It is by no means absurd for some of the weak satellite states of the Soviet Union to be annexed by Moscow. The Soviet Union has already annexed three "nation-states" in the Baltic Sea in the name of "human justice", and it is by no means impossible to continue to follow suit and annex.
But the world after World War II has completely changed, and the foreign policy priorities of various countries have also changed.
The "preemption principle" pursued by the major powers was revised due to two cruel world wars. Since "preemption" is doomed to bloody conflicts and even millions of deaths, the cost is too high, so it is better to have endless wrangling at the negotiation table.
The cost is minimal.
I am afraid that armed annexation will become non-mainstream in a long time. Then Hungarians can identify with the Soviet system, and they will never want to become a union republic.
Regarding the current Stalin model in the Soviet Union, Yang Mingzhi’s knowledge concluded that “Stalinism can make weak countries rise rapidly, but it is not a panacea for economic development.”
The Petofi Club did not appear by chance. The Hungarians want to modify the Soviet-style system, which represents the will of the Hungarian people. If the Soviet Union is destined to blindly use force to maintain the strength of its camp, the result can only be counterproductive.
Yang Mingzhi was naturally smart enough not to mention a word about his objections to the Soviet Union's current policy. He opened his mouth and spoke in full praise of the Soviet Union and Stalin.
Through this operation, Gorovsky had to sigh: This Berekov is really a Bolshevik.
But Gorovsky cannot be persuaded by sweet words. Berekov seems to have learned from the propaganda department. His words are so disgusting that he may be seeking for himself.
The two of them were holding wine glasses. Since the main part of the drink at noon was whiskey, they had to drink it elegantly. Seeing this, the two of them almost had a bottle each, and while they were drinking, they even praised each other's "political ideals".
They held the red flag and sang the Internationale together.
Not to mention, Yang Mingzhi himself was not drunk, but he was walking a little swaying for a while. He achieved very satisfactory results and made friends with Gorowski.
Eating and drinking at lunch was indeed of secondary importance, and Gorowski, who was already blushing, was actually in good spirits.
"No more, we can't drink anymore for the time being. Comrade Berekov, I still pay special attention to the weapon you invented. We still have to stay awake enough. Let's have a good chat in the afternoon."
"Okay! Okay... In two hours, my mind will be completely clear."
Real Russian food always emphasizes fat and calories. This is of course because the Russian winter is too cold. In addition, it is human nature to lack resistance to high-fat foods.
While Yang Mingzhi was holding a glass of wine and chatting and laughing with the governor and others, like the previous dinner parties, under the protection of Gryshenko, Carambola crazily stuffed it into his mouth in front of a large Russian platter full of sliced sausages.
Bacon until you can't hold it anymore.
Compared with Yang Mingzhi, who kept delivering impassioned slogan-like impromptu speeches in front of important people, all that was left to eat was the carambola. Some officials were eager to inquire about the general's situation through the general's wife, but the rest of the general's wife only wanted to eat.
Meat, and there was a troublesome person with a blue hat next to me, so I had to give up.
Today's star fruit can be said to be a little out of character, and even if she is, no one will point it out to her face. She is a pregnant woman, and a good appetite for pregnant women is a blessing.
The people attending the meeting each had their own business. After lunch, they gradually left the canteen with their documents and the unexpected meeting report.
For Yang Mingzhi, those attendees are insignificant people. As for the meeting itself, drinking his wife is irrelevant, they are just there to cheer.
Only a small meeting in the afternoon was very important to me. A group of gentlemen gathered together to talk about serious military affairs. Wife, she had better go back and rest.
But the car should not drive back directly. Yang Mingzhi, who was still walking a little unsteadily, finally gave Grishenko an order: "Take Berekova to the store to have a look, and buy whatever she likes." After that, he started from there.
He grabbed a few banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into Grischenko's hand.