Far away in Moscow

Chapter 32
Seeing that a fight was unavoidable, Xu Qiang hurriedly opened his arms to stop everyone, then straightened his back and walked a few steps forward, smiling at Hei Mao: "What did you just say? You hate foreigners? You want to drive us away?"

Hei Mao didn't answer Xu Qiang's question, but narrowed his eyes lazily and looked at him: "Are you Chinese?"

"Yes, we are from China, and we are Maji's students." Xu Qiang looked at Li Baoqing and Yu Feifei: "They are all kind and simple young people. Why do you make things difficult for them? Did they do something wrong?"

"Of course it's his fault, but that's not important." Heimao rolled his eyes and hiccupped again: "The important thing is that we can't stand you foreigners being domineering in Moscow!"

The beer guy shook his fist at Xu Qiang from the air: "Yes! I can't bear it!"

"Calm down." Xu Qiang pressed his hands down, still maintaining a smile: "You must have made a mistake. Chinese people have always been very responsible and will not do bad things."

"There is no difference! Foreigners are parasites! Rats! You are the same!" Hei Mao moved out of the previous theory again: "You have destroyed our economy! Selling inferior products! Take away our jobs! Take away Our girls! Let's get stuck in life! You're badass!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xu Qiang's face darkened, and he put his hands behind his back and said proudly: "China and Russia have been neighbors for hundreds of years. Although there have been conflicts and conflicts in history, the overall relationship has been developing for the better. Especially In recent years, the leaders of the two sides have exchanged frequent visits, which has laid a new foundation for the friendship between China and Russia and further enhanced the mutual exchanges between the two peoples. Russians are always treated warmly in China. Why can’t Chinese people come to Russia? What? What you are doing now is planting the seeds of hatred between the two peoples and destroying the profound friendship between the two sides!"

Xu Qiang's Russian pronunciation is extremely idiomatic, and his vocabulary is very rich. He talked freely to a group of Russians, but he couldn't get in a word on the other side.Dark air appeared on Heimao's face, and he waved his big hand anxiously: "You're talking about politics! I'm talking about economics, economics! Do you understand?"

Xu Qiang spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders: "Economy? That's nothing to talk about. Isn't it a good thing that a large number of Chinese people have come to Russia these years to stimulate consumption and promote circulation? The various goods brought by Chinese businessmen are booming. It has opened up the local commodity market, met people’s living needs, and created job opportunities for many Russians. What are you complaining about?”

"You sell cheap goods with poor quality!" Hei Mao leaned forward and stared at Xu Qiang viciously: "I bought it! My friends bought it too! We have all been fooled, and we know it very well!"

"What are you calling? Don't get excited." Xu Qiang took a step towards him, looked at Hei Mao's attire from head to toe, and then smiled contemptuously: "You are right, our products may not be so good, but the price is cheap Well! You get what you pay for, French clothes are good, Italian leather shoes are great, why don’t you buy them?”

Heimao was taken aback for a moment, then took a step back unconsciously, and said falteringly: "Those things... are too expensive, but...but..."

"But what but? Six years ago, the Russian market was extremely scarce. I came to Moscow by train from BJ. The stations along the way were crowded with poorly dressed men and women. They waved dollars under the window to buy various daily necessities. The leather shoes are so eye-catching, and you can buy a pair of two hundred dollars without bargaining. Why, now you feel that you have no shortage of food and clothing, so you want to drive us all away?"

Hei Mao frowned and scratched his head, not knowing how to refute.Xu Qiang stuck out his tongue and moistened his lips, looked straight at Hei Mao and continued, "Take a step back, even if you have prejudice against Chinese products, you shouldn't force your hatred on these young students. They came to Russia In order to learn cultural knowledge, I look forward to contributing to the future friendly exchanges between the two countries, please understand.”

At this time, the sky was dark and the wind was biting cold. Standing in the middle of the two groups of people was the thin Xu Qiangao, frothing all over the place. He spoke righteously and impassionedly, leaving the other party speechless for a while.Although most of the Chinese students couldn't understand what he was talking about, they could all feel that their side had clearly gained the upper hand.

That black hair is not a man of culture, but he just heard some fallacies and heresies about foreigners harming Russia from nowhere, so he used the strength of alcohol to show off his foresight to the young people in the community.Right now, Xu Qiang refuted it endlessly in public. His blunt veins bulged on his forehead, and he stared at two bull's eyes and angrily said: "You are Chinese, of course you speak good things for your people. From our point of view , you are terrible! Like he—"

Heimao walked up to Li Baoqing, stretched out his finger and poked him on the shoulder twice: "He kicked my friend and cursed at others, it's very bad! Russia doesn't welcome such people!"

Xu Qiang didn't know what happened before that, so he turned his head to look at Li Baoqing.Li Baoqing held back his anger just now, but now he was brave enough to block Hei Mao's hand with his backhand: "It's not true!" Peng Song next to him also held a frying pan and yelled at Hei Mao: "Go away!"

The pan bumped against Hei Mao's abdomen lightly and not hard. Hei Mao was furious. He reached out and grabbed Peng Song's collar and pulled it into his arms, and then pushed it forward.

The force of this pull and push was not too great, but Peng Song stood wearing slippers for a long time, his two fat feet were almost frozen from the cold, and he couldn't stand stably under the push. He took two steps back and fell backwards with his arms outstretched. go.

Yu Feifei next to him hurriedly reached out to wrap his arm around him, but Peng Song's weight was too heavy, so Yu Feifei didn't hold back the pull. She just held the pan in her arms and watched him fall to the ground.Fortunately, Peng Song is really fluffy, with fat all over his body, so it doesn't matter if he falls.

There was a commotion among the Chinese students, several of them hurried up to help Peng Song up, Li Baoqing yelled at Hei Mao, "What are you doing!"

The Russians also became agitated again, Hei Mao rolled up his sleeves: "What do you want?"

The standoff suddenly became tense.Xu Qiang's face was as heavy as water, and just as he was about to step forward to persuade him, Hu Yi suddenly took a step forward, leaning his upper body forward slightly, opening his left arm slightly, stretching out his right arm obliquely and standing up the kitchen knife in his hand, pressing his left eyebrow down and right eyebrow Picking up, he yelled out with a ferocious face: "Fuck~ your uncle!"

In the past when everyone fought in groups in middle school, momentum was a very important factor.When the number and strength are close, the side with the upper hand can often seize the opportunity.

It was at that time that Hu Yi developed his voice. In the whole sentence, the word "operating" is the most important thing. When pronouncing it, every muscle around the mouth must be mobilized. To enhance deterrence, you have to drag out an ending sound that is neither long nor short, and the rest of the words should be as light and short as possible, so as not to overwhelm the main character.

After many times of practicing this slogan, Hu Yi has already mastered the essence of it. Cooperating with body language and expression management in place, he can often play miraculous effects before the start of the battle, and there are even times when he was defeated without a fight. Brilliant case.So when he saw that the two sides were about to start a fight, he wanted to strike first and suppress the opponent's momentum.

But today's trick didn't do much good. Although his voice was loud enough and his emotions were rendered well, since the Russians didn't understand Chinese, [-]% of the power of cursing was lost.The other party listened with a dazed face and was unmoved, but it attracted the residents upstairs to look at it.

Fortunately, the big kitchen knife in Hu Yi's hand still exerted some intimidating power, and several children frowned at the shining blade.Hei Mao turned around to look at Hu Yi, and smiled disdainfully: "Why, use a knife? Only those who have no seeds use a knife. We can still win empty-handed."

Hu Yi didn't understand, so he ignored him, and shouted with a sullen face: "Come on!"

Heimao cursed and shook his neck, twisted the joints of his body, making a "click" sound, then raised his hand and gently pushed Yu Feifei away: "Women stay away."

Since ancient times, the Russian nation has given outsiders the impression of being brave and aggressive, but in fact their etiquette culture today is no different from that of the whole of Europe.Especially when it comes to respecting women, even vicious skinheads rarely attack women at will.

Heimao originally wanted to push Yu Feifei out of the circle, so as not to affect her during the fight.Unexpectedly, his eyes were fixed on Hu Yi, and this casual push happened to firmly press on Yu Feifei's chest.

"Ah!!!" Yu Feifei screamed, and suddenly raised her leg and stomped on Heimao's toes.Hei Mao was in pain from being trampled on, and hurriedly withdrew his feet and looked at her blankly, with a very complicated expression on his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was guilt or anger for a moment.But Yu Feifei didn't stop at all, and flew up with lightning speed, kicking the vital point between Heimao's legs.

The position of this foot was not very precise, but it was very strong, Heimao let out a muffled grunt, and bent down while clutching his vitals.Yu Feifei didn't give him a chance to breathe, she held the pan tightly with both hands and swung it from bottom to top. The pan drew an arc with the sound of the wind, and hit Heimao's chin with a "bang".

After all, Yu Feifei's strength was too weak, the blow seemed heavy, but Hei Mao just raised his head and swayed slightly.However, Yu Feifei's arms were numb from the shock, and the frying pan flew out of her hands. She involuntarily took two steps back and stood there blankly.

It was too late, but it was so fast at that time, Yu Feifei stepped on her feet, kicked her crotch, and swung the pot. The three combos were done in one go. It didn't take more than five seconds before and after, and the surrounding was completely silent. Everyone was dumbfounded. A muffled sound in the mud.

The tense atmosphere in the air froze for about two seconds. Hei Mao scolded angrily and strutted his arms towards Yu Feifei. Li Baoqing ran over to stop him, but Hei Mao easily hugged him and threw him on the ground.

The Chinese students were in an uproar, and Yan Zhiwen yelled fiercely: "Fuck him!" and took the lead in waving the chain and rushing towards Heimao.Heimao turned around and put on a boxing stance to confront Yan Zhiwen, while the rest of the preparatory students rushed forward, holding up their shovels, brooms and rolling pins to join the battle group.

Li Baoqing had just been thrown in a mess, lying on the ground for a while to calm down, seeing the guy who had tripped him before was gearing up not far away, he got up and rushed up to fight with him.

Holding the kitchen knife, Hu Yi rushed forward a few steps, hesitating and not knowing what to do. After all, the kitchen knife was just for self-defense, and he wouldn't really kill people.The other party was even more afraid to avoid him, and when he saw him approaching, he hurriedly ran away. Hu Yi had to hold the knife and gesticulate around, looking lonely and embarrassed.

Many Chinese students were holding the dick, but unfortunately they couldn't use it proficiently. They were thrown in front of them after a few swings. In a blink of an eye, several people were hugging each other and rolling around in the snow, their bodies and faces covered with mud. , the scene became very stalemate.

Xu Qiang stood outside the circle and shouted: "Don't fight! If the police come, we will definitely suffer!" Lu Tao rushed into the crowd, trying desperately to separate the two sides with a sentence of Russian and Chinese, but to no avail.

Just when the warring parties were extremely jealous, Hu Yigan couldn't reach out in a hurry, and Xu Qiang and Lu Tao were at a loss, a thunderous shout came from not far away: "Stop everything!!!"

This community is not too big, surrounded by high-rise buildings, and the place where they fight is an open space in the middle.This cry has been echoed in the open space for a long time.Everyone stopped their hands at the same time, and turned to look at the person who shouted.

(End of this chapter)