Far away in Moscow

194 Drunk

"It's amazing that a student can earn this amount through part-time jobs." Maxim picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, leaning back on the chair back: "What do you do for work?"

"I was at the Cherkizovsky market, working for the Chinese merchants there."

"Oh! That's how it is." Maxim dragged his voice intentionally, with a look of sudden understanding: "No wonder many Chinese people like to work there."

"Cherkizovsky, that place is very big." My aunt said while eating with her eyes downcast, "I used to buy things there, especially before New Year and Christmas. I would buy clothes, shoes, There are also a variety of holiday gifts and household items."

"Before?" Hu Yi tilted his head and looked at his aunt: "Aren't you going now?"

"Go, but it's less than before." My aunt carefully chose her words while cutting the fish with a knife and fork: "Now there are more places to buy things. And in my opinion, some aspects of the market seem to be worse than before. "

"That's right!" Maxim took his wife's words: "Cherkizovsky has always been full of low-quality...foreign goods. In recent years, not only has the quality not improved, but the price has become more and more expensive. gone."

There was an obvious pause in the middle of his words. Hu Yi guessed that he originally meant to say "low-quality Chinese goods", but he temporarily changed it to "foreign goods" considering his own face.

Chinese people who lived around the 90s have a deep understanding of the concept of "counterfeit and shoddy goods", and Hu Yi is certainly no exception.

His well-cultivated parents and family members have been frustrated and annoyed more than once because they bought shoddy and shoddy products, but they had no choice but to blurt out a few swear words.

Hu Yi himself has suffered and been deceived, and is very familiar with the tricks of those unscrupulous profiteers, but at the moment he heard Maxim's contempt for Chinese products from Maxim's words, and he still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Maybe the price has become more expensive because the ruble has been depreciating?" He smiled slightly drunk, avoiding the quality of the product lightly.

"Of course there is also this factor." Maxim was also a little drunk, and lowered his head to drink a spoonful of soup: "Anyway, the objective fact is: we need to spend more and more money to buy things, and there are a lot of them. Both rubles and dollars are earned by foreigners.”

"Then... we shouldn't be blamed." Hu Yi murmured in a low voice.

"That's right, all of this boils down to our country's own problems. How can you be blamed? You're just working there." Maxim reached for his glass and said, "Come on, drink."

The four of them took a sip of wine each, and the atmosphere in the restaurant was a little dull.After a while, Natasha explained to her uncle: "Listen to me, Maxim. I don't know about other things in the market, but Anton's trousers are indeed of good quality, not as you imagine Difference."

"Of course, there are many good things on the market, not all of them are so bad." Maxim looked at Natasha and then at his wife worriedly: "But have you ever thought about it, now we Russians usually buy The clothes, shoes, hats and many things that arrived are basically Chinese products, right? I don’t think this is necessarily a good thing.”

"This..." Natasha pursed her lips and smiled: "I don't know, I can't be considered Russian."

"What's wrong?" Hu Yi was a little disgusted with Maxim's words, and couldn't help interjecting coldly: "What's wrong with Chinese clothes? I agree with Natasha's words, our clothes are of good quality, and they are also Cheap. With all due respect, if there are no Chinese businessmen doing business here, where would you Russians go to buy clothes, and where would you go to buy those high-quality and cheap daily necessities?"

"This question is very realistic." Maxim paused, and grinned at Hu Yi, breathing out the smell of alcohol: "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I was just describing the facts."

"But I do feel offended." Hu Yi got drunk and muttered indistinctly: "Well, I'm Chinese, I work in a market, and I sell Chinese-made pants. The topic you just talked about... It seemed very targeted and made me feel…”

"Anton!" Natasha touched him lightly, and comforted him softly: "Why, Maxim is my uncle, he won't target you, don't think too much about it."

"It's okay, Natasha. I made a slip of the tongue just now, and I shouldn't have brought up this topic." Maxim waved his hand lightly, and picked up the wine glass unsteadily: "Come on, Anton, let's have a drink. Today is There is no need to talk about these days when we entertained you, please accept my apology."

My aunt also picked up the glass with a smile: "Yes, he is drunk, please don't mind. The things in the Cherkizovsky market are still... still very good, and our daily life cannot do without it. a large market."

Hu Yi does not have any special feelings or beliefs about Chinese products, but he has been a face-saving person since he was a child. When he was in high school, he often quarreled with others for the sake of face, and even did not hesitate to fight.

What Maxim said just now made him faintly feel that he couldn't hold back his face, so he retorted a few words in excitement.Seeing Natasha's two elders apologizing to her with wine glasses, she instantly felt that the other party had given her enough face. For a while, the smell of alcohol and pride surged up at the same time, and they raised their glasses and laughed loudly: "It's okay! It's completely okay! We They are... good friends! Good friends should... trust each other! Mutual understanding! I, Anton! I sincerely hope that... hope that all Chinese and Russians can become good friends!"

After that, he raised his neck, drank a small glass of vodka in one gulp, turned his head and asked Natasha drunkenly: "Honey, I'm right... right?"

"That's right." Natasha also took a sip of wine, smiled and stroked his vest lightly twice: "Anton, I don't care about all the Chinese and Russians, I only care about you. You are my favorite now." Important people, as long as you can get along well..."

"No problem! Don't worry!" Hu Yi interrupted her with his head fluttering, put his right hand on Natasha's shoulder, and pointed to Maxim with his left hand: "He! It's your uncle, that is me Uncle! Isn't that right?"

It was rare for Natasha to see him so drunk, she pursed her lips and nodded with a smile.Hu Yi pointed to Maxim's wife again: "She! It's your aunt, that is, my aunt! No... right?"

"Oh, Anton, you..." Just as Natasha was about to nod her head again, she saw Hu Yimeng get up, stride crookedly around the table and come to Maxim, leaning over and hugging his shoulders: "Maxim! Please listen to me carefully!"

(End of this chapter)