“I don’t know what to write yet, I just want to experience life in Russia.”
Wang Wei laughed loudly. The hostess was sensitive. She might have guessed in her mind whether Wang Wei's rent would be guaranteed if he didn't do business. At this time, Ainiya waddled over to them with a few cups of cold coffee. As for Ma
Liang showed her an appreciative smile, and she returned it with a friendly smile.
Fang Daxia frowned. Ma Liang turned his head and added for Wang Wei:
"You can rest assured that we will pay you the rent in time."
"That's not what I meant, that's not what I meant."
After negotiating the rent, everything settled down and everyone went back to their rooms to rest for a while.
In order to thank Alexander.
The Malinka couple carefully experienced Russian food. Wang Wei and Ma Liangfang discussed it and arranged for Alexander to have lunch at a nearby small restaurant.
Marinka and his family had dinner with Wang Wei and others.
After taking their seats, the waiter served them food.
The dishes are very simple, each person has a cole slaw, a famous Russian borscht, kielbasa and pork bacon, and a cup of black tea.
There are two types of bread, one is a bun, which is available everywhere in the country, has no special characteristics, seems not fresh enough, and is a little dry; the other is a chocolate-colored thinly sliced bread, which is large and long, and tastes a bit sour. This is
The famous Russian black bread is called "big lieba" by the Chinese. There is no limit to the amount of the two kinds of bread, you can take it as needed. The borscht tastes very good, but the portion is a bit insufficient...
In order not to waste it, Wang Wei did not ask for another portion.
But Wang Wei gave Alexander.
Each of the three members of the Malinka family added one. However, let them include Alexander.
What neither the Marinkas nor Ainiya expected was that this humble shop actually had smoked fish and caviar from sturgeon from Lake Baikal. It was very delicious and had a unique flavor. And it was not expensive.
It's expensive and the restaurant smells like smoked fish and beer.
Early on, Ma Liang ran to settle the bill, which made Alexander.
The Marinkas were very dissatisfied.
After lunch, everyone went back to the city directly without going back to their rooms to rest.
On the way, Ma Liang whispered into Wang Wei's ear: "Brother, you should rent her as well."
"Who?" Wang Wei asked stupidly. He was stunned for a moment, but then Wang Wei knew what he was talking about. Haha... His eyes pretended to visit the street scene outside, but he pinched him hard from below.
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Wang Wei was really afraid of leaving a bad impression on Ainiya and her parents, but fortunately they didn't pay attention to what they were saying.
Wang Wei and Ma Liang shook their heads affectionately.
When the beautiful little houses in the suburbs gradually faded away behind them, it was getting a little late.
I was very happy to see the wonderful house and natural scenery that Wang Wei was going to rent in the future. Also, Alexander, who ate a lot of smoked fish and negotiated the price of the house with them.
The Marinkas also looked very relaxed. Although they didn't speak, the expressions on their faces showed that they were quite happy at the end of the day.
The road back to the city seemed not as far as when we came, and we arrived before we knew it.
Wang Wei and Ma Liang got off the car at an intersection, intercepted the hero's car behind them, and together they hurried to withdraw some money before the bank closed, and then rushed to Alexander.
Since the Marinka family is satisfied with the house, the deposit must be paid to them in time. Alexander.
Marinka took the ruble and said: Spasiba, Sibasibaba!
Wang Wei, Ma Liang, and Fang Daxia also said to their family: "Sasiba!"
Later, both parties were so polite that they felt embarrassed and agreed on a moving date.
This autumn, Wang Wei is really prepared to temporarily leave himself in Moscow, a world metropolis, whether it is to hunt down and find Su Yizhou, or to be familiar with the big cities and the "suburbs" where many Chinese people have good memories.
There is a forest behind, and a big road on the hillside in front of you, branching out into many small paths in the woods, a completely Russian-style "Chadar".
In the future, these scenery will surround Wang Wei every day at least once the sun sets. Perhaps Wang Wei's tall figure will also be outlined by the west slanting sunlight, and his hair will be dyed golden by the sun...
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But!
No one expected that a few days after Wang Wei arrived in Moscow and rented an apartment, at 5:07 in the morning, the phone in the bedroom suddenly rang, waking up Wang Wei whose head had rolled next to the coffee table.
Confused, Wang Wei reached out and touched the phone: "Hello, where are you?"
"Feed me Shanghai!" came a voice with a Northeastern accent on the receiver, "Are you in Moscow, Ma Liang?"
"Oh, please wait a moment," Wang Wei put down the phone, stood up, opened the door, and shouted to Ma Liang, who was sleeping deeply in the other room, to listen to the phone. After hearing Ma Liang answer the phone, Wang Wei turned around and picked up the phone.
After buttoning it up, Ma Liang's voice could not be heard at first, but soon his voice became louder and louder...
After a while, Ma Liang came over wearing a nightgown and slippers, reached out and lifted Wang Wei's quilt and got in.
"well……"
"What about the motorboat?" Wang Wei turned around and asked.
Ma Liang nodded, rubbed his eyes, picked up the cigarette case on the bedside, took out a cigarette and lit it, saying, "I'm going to piss myself after you." Wang Wei also lit a cigarette, completely sleepless.
Wang Wei asked: "Is it an obligation or a labor fee?"
He said: "It must be an obligation. Even the labor fee is symbolic and not much." He flicked off the long ash from his cigarette and yawned widely. Wang Wei smiled and said: "Then you take it seriously.
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"Friends!"
I got up at noon the next day, turned on my computer, found a floppy disk from my suitcase and inserted it. After tapping a few times, an eye-catching title suddenly appeared on the screen. I dragged the mouse to browse through it quickly. I suddenly thought of Liu Mei and the floppy disk.
Half of the 80,000 to 90,000 words in it were written passionately by Wang Wei and Liu Mei when they were in love together in their hometown. They had no time to write seriously for many days.
I don’t know where Liu Mei is now. She sat there in a daze for a while. She played with her friends until late at night last night. When she came back, she didn’t finish a cigarette. Ma Liang went back to the room and fell asleep...
Wang Wei couldn't sleep, and when he pressed the computer to start, he thought of Liu Mei...
In the second half of the night, I finally found some ideas and feelings, but I couldn't continue writing the original thing, but it always didn't go smoothly. I held down the sidebar and looked back and forth, and I saw a lot of flaws. I felt that some places needed to be adjusted, and some details were also missing.
I had to re-revise it until about three o'clock in the morning. I couldn't write more than 2,000 new words, so I had to shut down my computer.
After washing up, Wang Wei poured a glass of milk and found some food in the refrigerator. While eating, he went over and took a look at Ma Liang's room. He thought he had gone out again, but unexpectedly he saw that he was still lying lazily on the bed. He had already woken up and saw Wang Wei
He immediately jumped up and slapped his forehead and said, "I almost forgot, what's the date today?"
For a while, Wang Wei couldn't tell what the date was.
He said: "Why did you forget? Today is the official day of the exhibition!"
After getting up and getting dressed in a hurry, Wang Wei said: "It's already that time. It's too late to go now. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
But Ma Liang said no. He insisted on going, ate a piece of bread, and asked Wang Wei to go too. Wang Wei had to go out in a hurry with him, waved at a car on the street and went straight to the exhibition site.
The Moscow International Exhibition Center is large in scale and much more impressive than the Beijing International Exhibition Center. However, when the two of them arrived, they did not see the usual noisy military band gongs and drums and the warm atmosphere of crowded people at the exhibition venue. However, the scene was still there.
It's very big, with the top of the head similar to that in China, with colorful flags fluttering, and a lot of exhibitors. People of all skin colors are everywhere coming and going.
A huge billboard reads the exhibition introduction:
The Moscow International Power Electronics Machinery Exhibition is one of the largest industrial manufacturing exhibitions in Eastern Europe hosted by the Russian International Exhibition Center (EXPOTM). It is held annually and has a history of 31 years. As the Russian economy gradually comes out of the trough, the
exhibition
It will show even more rapid development momentum. In the last exhibition (ELEKTMO-2002), more than 400 companies from 26 countries participated in the exhibition, with a total exhibition area of 20,000 square meters. The contract signed at the exhibition site reached 50 million US dollars.
Ma Liang and Wang Wei passed by the giant billboard.
It seemed that this was the first time for him to participate in this kind of activity after all these years in Moscow. He led Wang Wei around like two headless flies, scurrying from hall to hall, not knowing whether there was anything they needed or the supply they were looking for.
Whether the merchant exists.
After looking at it for a whole afternoon, they roughly understood the scope of the exhibits. In fact, the contents of each exhibition hall were clearly printed on the advertising leaflets, but now they hurriedly found their specific locations one by one. But they did not find them.
Ma Liang sighed and said, "Probably nothing."
Wang Wei said: "Absolutely."
The two of them found a free place to sit down and smoke. Before they could light up, Ma Liang signaled to Wang Wei to forget it.
Muscovites are highly civilized. Even rabbits know how to consciously abide by some public ethics. Even if they don't see the no-smoking sign, they are too embarrassed to embarrass the Chinese people in public, so they have to endure it.
Unable to bear it, Wang Wei pulled Ma Liang out of the side door, smoked a cigarette, and returned to the hall to continue searching.
Hall 2: Consumer electronics, various types of televisions, video recorders, DVD players, audio-visual equipment, radios, combo speakers, car stereos, laser record players, electronic game consoles, video phones, and mobile phones.
The third hall: household appliances and small household appliances, refrigerators, washing machines, air conditioners, microwave ovens, electric ovens, dishwashers, electric heaters, coffee stoves, water heaters, vacuum cleaners, toasters, various lamps, clocks, and telephones
My neck felt sore and my eyes were straight. However, in this large-scale exhibition that mainly displayed real objects, accompanied by photos, models, and samples, they didn't find the products we were looking for.
When Wang Wei and Ma Liang returned home, it was already dark.
Although he was tired and exhausted, Ma Liang still refused to give up.
…
They went there again the next day, and this time they called Daxia Fang.
Because I went earlier than the first day, I met some domestic units and bosses. Many countries, including China, in order to assist small and medium-sized enterprises to explore the Russian market and encourage enterprises to expand exports of products, so they were recommended by intermediaries to launch a large-scale attack on Moscow and participate in this event.
Exhibition...
While chatting with those people, the topic did not stray away from the information they needed to know. Unfortunately, apart from the excitement and kindness of fellow countrymen meeting fellow countrymen, most Chinese comrades did not have any practical help with the problems of Fang Daxia and Ma Liang.
They split up to inquire and search again.
Of course, Ma Liang and Wang Wei have completely different moods. Ma Liang is single-minded in wanting to buy suitable and satisfactory commercial motorboats for his Shanghai friends as soon as possible...
Wang Wei, of course, hopes to help his friends on the surface, but in his heart, he hopes to accidentally meet or find the person he wants to find and hunt here!
That’s right!
It’s Su Yizhou!!!
Anyway, if you come to Moscow alone, it’s okay to stay in a rented house. Why not follow Ma Liang and the others? Maybe you can actually accidentally discover Su Yizhou...
The hard work paid off. In the afternoon, when the three of them got together again and were about to go back in despair, someone took the initiative to say hello to them.
"Hello!"
An old voice with the unique intonation of foreigners speaking Chinese sounded behind them.
Wang Wei, Ma Liang, and Fang Daxia turned around with their unique sensitivity to their mother tongue, and saw an old and thin Russian man standing behind them, wearing a half-worn but neat gray suit.
, there is a white handkerchief on the chest pocket, and on the head is a top hat most commonly worn by the old people here.
He has an old face, full of wrinkles, gray eyes, sparse and long eyebrows, already gray...
It's the kind of eyebrows that Chinese people often call longevity eyebrows, and the mouth is a bit deflated, but we feel that it is the face of a kind old man.
"Excuse me, are you Chinese?" the old man continued to ask Wang Wei and others in fluent Chinese.
Big Russian merchants and hawkers would speak a few words in Chinese when they met Chinese people. Bargaining prices in Chinese was no problem, but conversation was impossible. This old man surprised Ma Liang and Wang Wei - he did not speak Russian or English, but spoke Chinese.
Speak authentic Chinese.
"Yes, they are Chinese." Fang Daxia and Ma Liang affirmed.
"Okay! Okay!" The old man looked at them with a deep look, "I like China! I like Chinese people."
"Thank you! Do you need help with anything?" Ma Liang asked the old man politely.
"Nirvana," the old man habitually denied in Russian and corrected in Chinese, "To be precise, you may need my help. Can we find a place to have a drink?"
Ma Liang looked at Wang Wei and Fang Daxia with a funny look: "Of course you can, right two brothers?"
But to be honest, they didn't know what the old man wanted.
"Have you ever been to China? Why do you speak Chinese so well?" Wang Wei asked the old man curiously as he climbed up the slowly moving escalator.
"Yes, that's right. I have been to Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Dalian in China. I also worked in the shipyard in Dalian for three years. I was an engineer there..." the old man replied.
"Dalian? Really?" Fang Daxia asked the old man happily, it was a bit unexpected to meet a fellow villager in a different place.
"My home is in Anshan, do you know that place?"
"Haha, of course I know. It is an important steel base in northern China, right?" The old man was also very happy. He stretched out his hand to shake hands with Fang Daxia. Fang Daxia, Ma Liang and Wang Wei also quickly stretched out their hands to shake his hand.
He shook it.
"China is now developed and richer than us." The old man said to them in an envious tone.
While they were talking, the elevator had already risen to the ground. Wang Wei stretched out his hand to help the old man. They both stepped out of the elevator. He took Wang Wei's hand and walked toward the exit together.
"China has indeed changed too much, and the Chinese people are too diligent, but..."
The old man shook his head heavily and pointed to his legs jokingly, "I can't go to China anymore. They are older than me and can't walk anymore."
Ross kept chewing something (probably toast) in his mouth. Wang Wei introduced him as Ross, and then asked Fang Daxia: "I heard that you are interested in motorcycle speedboats, is that true?"
Ma Liang's eyes lit up, and before Fang Daxia could follow up, he said first, "So you have products or good news in this area to tell us, right?"
"Of course." Ross smiled at Ma Liang Ross, turned around and winked, "So I ask you to accompany me for a drink."
Walking into a spacious bar, there is an aromatic smell lingering inside.
After Ross, who was wearing a fashionable gray velvet sweater under his coat and with silver hair, sat down, Wang Wei discovered that this thin old man wore many rings and sprinkled too much men's perfume.
His clothes are all different shades of gray - the gray bow tie and handkerchief are very inconsistent with the color of the expensive but outdated large ring. It makes people worry that such a person will be believed.
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But Ma Liang did not dare to neglect. After asking Ross, he ordered his favorite Gallic wine. They ordered hot drinks, smoked red and white sturgeon, salmon platter, yogurt mushrooms, sausages, potato salad, and then looked at him.
Ross smiled charmingly, grinned and said, "Thank you."
"Can you tell us your identity?" Ma Liang asked.
"This is not the most important thing," Ross patted Ma Liang on the shoulder and said, "The important thing is that I know what you want, and that's enough, young man."
After sitting down, Fang Daxia and Wang Wei kept watching with cold eyes, worried that they met a liar.
"What do you do?" Ma Liang seemed to be confused and asked the old Russian straight to the point.
"I was in the shipping business when I was young," Ross said vaguely.
Someone in the bar turned up the volume of the hi-fi radio, and what was playing was the Rolling Stones' "As You Like It". At this time, the wine and food were served, and Ma Liang made a polite gesture of invitation. Old man Ross, who seemed to be addicted to alcohol, picked up the