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Chapter 538 Sergey Izotov: I'm a bit bleak too...

While Zhang Qihang was chatting with Li Pengfei, in distant Moscow, Yang Zhijun was accompanied by Andrei to the Klimov Design Bureau in St. Petersburg.

Until he came to the small villa where Mr. Sergei Izotov lived, Yang Zhijun still couldn't believe that he came in so easily. He couldn't help asking Andrei Ivanov: "Anyone?" Andre, we got in so easily? This is a national treasure of Russia, normally, shouldn't he enjoy very high security?"

Andrei Ivanov's expression was a little sad and sad: "Normally, it's like this. Top talents like Mr. Sergey really enjoyed the top security and life care during the Soviet period. But this is the Russian period, who cares about an old man who has been retired for almost 10 years."

Yang Zhijun sighed after hearing the words: "This is really... I don't know what to say, but according to normal logic, no matter whether a country is surnamed capital or surnamed society, it should always pay attention to talents, right?"

He really can't imagine that a top military talent like Sergei Izotov is so ignored by the Russian government, and he can get close to him so easily, or in fact, Sergei Izotov Mr. has moved to another place, and this villa already belongs to someone else?

Apart from this, Yang Zhijun really couldn't think of any other reasons that could explain it clearly.

Andrei Ivanov smiled wryly: "According to normal logic, this is indeed the case, but the reality is that Russia now seems to only think about democracy and freedom, and no one cares about talents at all. .”

While Zhang Qihang was talking with Andrei Ivanov, an old man came out of the villa, looked Yang Zhijun and Andrei Ivanov up and down, and asked with some vigilance: "Young man , who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Sergei Izotov?" Andrei Ivanov said: "I am Andrei Ivanov from the Russian Academy of Engineering and Road Construction Machinery. Special hydraulic torque converter."

The vigilance on Sergei Izotov's face immediately dissipated a lot.

Although he was not sure what Andrei Ivanov said was true or false, he could accurately name the unit of the Russian Institute of Engineering and Road Construction Machinery, and he could explain the direction of his research. Regarding the temperament of the little guy, there is a high probability that what Sergei Ivanov said is the truth.

Sergey Izotov nodded: "Yes, I am Sergey Izotov, what do you want from me? Also, who is this guy?"

While speaking, Sergei Izotov kept looking at Yang Zhijun's body with eyes that were not muddy at all, but shining brightly.

Mr. Sergey is an old man. From the position between Yang Zhijun and Andrei Ivanov, it can be seen that this person is faintly respecting the guy who seems to be from China, which makes Sergey The old man became curious: a Chinese and a Russian were standing together, and this Russian was a senior technician of the All-Soviet Engineering and Road Construction Machinery Research Institute in the former Soviet Union, but the Chinese was the leader?

It's kind of interesting.

Yang Zhijun couldn't help but glance at the old man in front of him: This old man with few hairs on his head is Sergey Izotov, former chief designer of Klimov Design Bureau?
When Andrei Ivanov heard this, he glanced at Yang Zhijun with some hesitation.

Andrei Ivanov's reaction made Yang Zhijun immediately realize that what Sergey Izotov said just now should have something to do with him, so he quickly asked, "What's wrong? What did Mr. Sergey say?"

"Mr. Izotov asked me who you are..."

Yang Zhijun said without hesitation, "Just answer Mr. Sergey truthfully. Since we are here to invite Mr. Sergey, we must come with sincerity."

After Yang Zhijun said that, Andrei Ivanov naturally no longer had any psychological burden, and immediately said to Sergei Izotov: "Mr. Izotov, this is Mr. Yang from China, Mr. Yang is here to visit you, and he wants to ask you, would you like to work in Huaxia for a while?"

"From China?" Sergey Ivanov looked at Yang Zhijun in surprise, and asked casually: "Young man, which company in China are you from? Shenfei or Xifei? Oh, no, you guys Since you can find me, you must know what I do, so, which aero-engine manufacturer in China do you belong to? Is it Liming Factory or Nanfang Factory?"

After listening to Andrei Ivanov's translation, Yang Zhijun smiled and said to Sergei Izotov: "Mr. Izotov, I am not from Liming Factory or Nanfang Factory. The company I work for is a Huaxia's motorcycle and automobile manufacturing companies... Well, our unit has only developed in the past few years, I believe you must have never heard of it."

After listening to Andrei Ivanov's translation, Sergei Izotov was solidly surprised. He couldn't resist the system and asked, "Aren't you from Huaxia Military Industry Enterprise?"

Yang Zhijun nodded affirmatively: "Yes, sir, our group is a purely state-owned enterprise held by the Huaxia local government. Its products are motorcycles and single-cylinder engines for motorcycles. Just before I came, our group had just formed a The production capacity of 1.0-liter four-cylinder gasoline engine and matching gearbox.

In addition, you must be very curious about why Mr. Ivanov appeared here. To be honest, our group intends to enter the field of automatic transmissions for construction machinery, so we invited a number of Russian engineers and engineers headed by Mr. Ivanov Experts from the Road Construction Machinery Research Institute came to work in our unit. "

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

After confirming that Yang Zhijun didn't look like he was lying, old man Sergey Izotov laughed while shaking his head: "I really didn't expect that the old man who thought of me turned out to be a motorcycle manufacturer from China, haha Ha ha……"

The old man probably thinks this is too ironic. I was one of the chief designers of the most famous aero-engine in the former Soviet Union. Motorcycle companies come to me?This is really... so fucking desolate!

Seeing the reaction of old man Sergey Izotov, Andrei Ivanov looked at Yang Zhijun with some concern, and the meaning was obvious: Yang, this is what you told me before, "Don't worry, I know what's going on in my heart." !” How many?

(End of this chapter)