Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 325 335 [Damn Lord]

Moscow, Red Square—
An old Soviet man wearing an old sheepskin jacket, with a small maza, sitting in a corner of the square, dancing an old-fashioned birch accordion with both hands, playing "Night in the Suburbs of Moscow":
"It's quiet in the garden late at night

The leaves are no longer rustling
how beautiful the night makes me fascinated
在 这 迷人 的 晚上

How beautiful the night makes me fascinated..."

There are many people around, including tourists and local people. In the bustling crowd, Song Zhichao was wearing a black windbreaker and a brown scarf around his neck, with his hands in his pockets, wandering in the crowd.

A cold current hit, Song Zhichao couldn't help shrinking his neck, he didn't understand how Moscow could be so cold this autumn, no wonder Napoleon couldn't conquer this huge empire back then, the weird cold weather alone was not something ordinary people could bear .

Thinking of this, Song Zhichao couldn't help but look at the two bodyguards around him, Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong.

The bald man Jin Jiu and the hunk Niu Xiong who followed Song Zhichao, these two guys seemed not afraid of the severe cold here, and they even wore thin clothes to compete with the Soviets here.

People are more angry than others, Song Zhichao involuntarily shrinks his neck again.

At this time, a man speaking Russian suddenly jumped out and stopped Song Zhichao. He was startled, and Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong hurried forward to block each other, in case he would harm Song Zhichao.

The Russian guy muttered, then tore off his coat, and saw that the coat was filled with all kinds of watches, Rolex, Longines, Piaget, Cartier and so on.The books are all golden and look very rich.

Song Zhichao understood that he was a Soviet traitor who sold fake watches.

The bald guys Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong also noticed it, because there are many similar people in Hong Kong, such as Mong Kok and Causeway Bay, and there are a lot of them. They use fake watches to deceive those Hong Kong tourists, and they belong to the category of scammers.

"Lao Niu, do you speak Russian? Look at him, and he doesn't know what to say!" Jin Jiu asked Niu Xiong.

Niu Xiong shook his head violently, "I can't even speak English, how can I speak Russian like these old men."

As bodyguards, Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong felt that they had to protect their boss from wind and rain. Especially in this situation, they had to take the lead and get rid of each other.

Just when the two were in a dilemma because they couldn't speak Russian, Song Zhichao said to the man, "Sorry, we don't buy watches, and we don't come here for fun."

The poor man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Song Zhichao to speak Russian so fluently.

Even more surprised than this man was Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong. They opened their mouths wide and looked at Song Zhichao in disbelief. They said to themselves, I heard that the boss understands eight languages. Is it true?

In fact, it is a coincidence that Song Zhichao knows Russian.

In his previous life, Song Zhichao worked as a machine repairer and technical consultant in a factory, and many of the heavy industry machines were either Russian or German.Most of the time, those Russians are very arrogant. If the machine breaks down and invites them over, food and drink are not counted, and they have to pay a lot of money. For this reason, Song Zhichao is not used to it, so he learns Russian by himself, reads those Russian books, machine assembly and maintenance, etc. Wait, I took the Russian language by the way.

Because of this, Song Zhichao's Russian is also very sharp, but his accent is relatively heavy. After all, he is not a junior college graduate, but belongs to Yeluzi.

After being surprised for a moment, the Soviet loser suddenly laughed at Song Zhichao, stretched out his hand and said in a friendly way, "Chinese?"

Song Zhichao nodded, "How do you know that I am Chinese, I may also be Japanese, Korean, or Thai—"

"It's not the same," said the old man of the Soviet Union. "Only Chinese people like to learn Russian the most. People from other countries learn either English, French, or Italian—our two countries are friends!"

Song Zhichao smiled, then reached out to shake hands with the other party, and then said: "Although our two countries are friends, but..." He glanced at the watch hanging in the other party's coat, "I really don't want to buy a watch."

The old man rubbed his nose and said with a smile: "Of course, these watches of mine are all parallel imports. You are also a rich man by the way you dress. How can a rich man wear parallel imports? But if you want to buy real ones, I can do it too." Get it for you, but the price is a bit more expensive, and you need to add a lot of rubles."

Song Zhichao shook his head, "Whether it's true or not, I don't need it." After speaking, he smiled apologetically at the other party, and started to leave.

But the other party said behind: "I wish you happiness, dear Chinese friends! Also, remember, those who ask you to feed the pigeons must not accept their food. If you accept it, you will be paid..."

Song Zhichao saw that there was a venue in front of it, and there were a lot of pigeons. A Soviet woman was selling bird food. Some tourists didn't want it, so she forced it into her hand and asked for money.

Song Zhichao couldn't help turning his head around, and said to the Soviet lord who was about to leave, "Hey, friend, can we discuss something?"

The old man immediately turned around, "What's the matter, you talk."

"Can you be my tour guide for a few days, and I'll give you a thousand Hong Kong dollars." Song Zhichao said with a smile.

"One thousand Hong Kong dollars?" The brown eyes of the poor man lit up immediately. You must know that the currency in the Soviet Union has depreciated rapidly. Businessmen like him often prefer foreign exchange rather than domestic banknotes.

"Of course, you can!" The poor man came to Song Zhichao almost in a flash, making Song Zhichao wonder if the other party understood the "Lingboweibu" in Chinese martial arts. "My name is Chekhov, and I'm a native of Moscow. What's your surname, boss? Where do you want to go? The most interesting thing in Moscow is the Kremlin, besides the Red Square. By the way, there is Arbat Street... "

Song Zhichao didn't expect this guy to talk so much, so he pointed to Chekov's coat, "Going to so many places, won't it delay your business?"

"It's okay! Look at mine!" Then Chekov whistled towards the side of the square.

Loud whistles echoed over Red Square, and soon, a Soviet man who looked similar to Chekhov and wore the same coat came running over.

As soon as Chekhov saw the other party, he took off his coat and handed it to the other party, then changed into the other party's coat, and then turned to Song Zhichao and said, "Okay, we have handed over, now I can be your most loyal director That’s it—the tour guide, Chekov, is willing to help you!” After speaking, he put one hand behind his back, bent down and performed a Tsarist Russian court etiquette.

Song Zhichao smiled, looked at Chekov, and then at Chekov's companion who was wearing a watch coat and sneaked into the crowd to start doing business.

"Okay then, Chekov, now please take us to the best clothing store here, I want to buy a fur coat—oh, this damn weather!" Song Zhichao shrank his neck.

(End of this chapter)