The train driver in the courtyard

The person who answered the phone was Director Zhang from the weather station.

After saying a series of code words, Li Aiguo said into the microphone: "You don't have to cook for me tonight. Someone from Big Brother's house in the north is here to invite me to the tavern for a drink."

"Don't get drunk. Other people can drink more. We can't compare."

"I know, it's so verbose!"

Snapped!
Li Aiguo hung up the phone and called Qianmen Locomotive Depot again.

On the phone, he asked his apprentice Huang Jing to come to his house and tell Chen Xueru that he would not be home for dinner that night.

The courtyard was within reach, but Li Aiguo did not go back directly.

It’s not that he wanted to trouble Huang Jing or show off his mastery, but he needed to follow discipline when talking to foreign personnel.

From now on, everything he says and does may be asked about by the farmer in the future.

This is a very serious discipline.

Even if Miss Chen wanted to force him to have a baby when she saw him coming home, that content would have to be written in the report.

Although Li Aiguo thought he was very aware, he still felt too embarrassed.

Li Aiguo began to understand the troubles of Director Zhang and his colleagues at the meteorological station.

The family relationships among these guys are often not harmonious.

Either the wife thinks they are wooden, or the children complain that they don't play with them.

A big part of the reason is that they need to follow various disciplines.

Workers have time to rest after get off work, but people like Director Zhang have to spend their entire lives in a state of mental tension. How can there not be conflicts?
When you feel that the years are peaceful, it is because there are countless people carrying the burden for you.

After sighing for a few words, Li Aiguo hung up the phone and threw out fifty cents.

Li Aiguo turned around and took two steps, then suddenly turned back and looked at the fat aunt who was guarding the phone with a smile on his face.

"Auntie Fatty, please give me a receipt."

Fifty cents is already a lot these days, so it should be reimbursed if possible.

Aunt Pang was not surprised. She took out a receipt, drew a number on it, and tore it off along the seam.

When she handed it to me, she lowered her voice and said, "Aiguo, the menstrual pads are here. Why don't you bring one for your wife? I've calculated the time."

Li Aiguo: "."

He felt that it was a waste of Aunt Pang's talent to stay in a small supply and marketing cooperative.

The sun sets in the west.

A faint golden light fell on the old sign of the tavern.

The tavern was always packed with customers and even became a beautiful sight on Zhengyangmen Street.

After the last rectification of the Zhengyangmen Tavern, the Zhengyangmen Street Office adopted the approach of Chenji Tailor Shop and did not appoint a public manager.

Xu Huizhen, the private manager, holds great power and has arranged everything in the tavern in an orderly manner.

The waiters didn't look down on people like other pubs did, so the business became more and more prosperous.

Xu Huizhen was so excited that she couldn't close her mouth as she looked at the endless stream of customers.

If the business continues to develop in this way, the tavern will flourish again, and she will have fulfilled her parents' wishes.

Just after arranging a guest, Xu Huizhen looked up and saw a familiar figure walking outside. She quickly pulled up the corner of her clothes and greeted him with a smile on her face.

"Driver Li, you're here. Come in, please. I'll arrange a private room for you."

Li Aiguo smiled and said, "No need, someone has already arranged it."

Wang Da Kui stepped forward and asked, "Comrade Manager, is there an old Russian who has reserved a private room?"

"Old Maozi."

Xu Huizhen raised her eyelids and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "There is indeed one, but there are three of them. They are on the second floor. I'll take you there."

The first floor of the tavern is filled with square tables and is a place for general consumption.

Xu Huizhen, who was very business-minded, cleared out several rooms on the second floor and set them up as private rooms in the manner of the period before liberation.

There is a sign saying "No Disturbance" hanging at the door of the private room, and it is obvious that this has become a good place to talk.

"They are in the private room at the end."

Xu Huizhen brought Li Aiguo to the door of the private room, knocked twice gently on the door, and then pushed the door open after hearing the sound coming from inside.

Dealing with foreign personnel was too troublesome, so after Xu Huizhen invited Li Aiguo and Wang Dagui into the private room, she closed the door and left, saying that she needed to serve someone downstairs.

In the private room.

The three Russians stood up together when they saw Li Aiguo.

Wang Da Kui pointed to a younger Russian and introduced him to Li Aiguo.

"This is Professor Trotsky, a subway expert. These are..."

Wang Da Kui looked at Professor Chekov and Shekov and felt that something was wrong.

When he entered the room just now, he found that Professor Chekov was sitting in the main seat.

When the three stood up, Professor Chekov was the last one to stand up.

These details are difficult for ordinary people to notice. Wang Da Kui has been in the pigeon market for many years without any problems, thanks to his careful observation.

When Trotsky heard Wang Da Kui's question, he looked a little embarrassed.

Professor Chekov suddenly found him and asked him to help get someone out.

Professor Trotovsky was not willing to help at first, but both of them were railway experts on the Russian side and had some contact with each other on a daily basis.

Now that I am in a foreign country, if I don’t lend a helping hand, I will easily be criticized, so I had to bite the bullet and set up this plan.

"Hello, dear patriotic comrade, I am Chekov from the Voroshilovgrad Steam Locomotive Factory."

Professor Chekov's expression did not change at all, and he simply extended his hand towards Li Aiguo.

"Hello, Professor Chekov."

Li Aiguo shook hands with him gently, ignored these people, pulled out a chair and sat down with his arms and legs spread out.

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became cold.

Wang Da Kui sensed something was wrong and his face turned pale.

Professor Chekov kept staring at Li Aiguo, as if Li Aiguo was a beautiful young lady.

Translator Shekov seemed to not want to get involved in this matter and waved a ceramic wine glass.

Professor Trotsky felt particularly embarrassed and felt that he should fulfill some of his duties as a host.

"Driver Li, I heard Wang Dagui mention you. He praised you as a worker inventor. I have wanted to meet you for a long time."

While speaking in broken Chinese, he picked up the wine jug and poured wine for everyone present.

"After seeing it today, it is indeed extraordinary."

Li Aiguo picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "Professor Trotsky, you are too polite. You have come here from afar to help us build our country. I admire your spirit and thank you for your efforts. Come, let me toast you first."

Li Aiguo picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Professor Trotovsky breathed a sigh of relief and praised: "I just like dealing with workers like you! Come on, Professor Chekov, drink, drink!"

Professor Chekov picked up the wine glass, but put it down again.

He looked up at Professor Trotsky and said calmly, "Comrade Trotsky, Comrade Li Aiguo and I have something to discuss. I hope you can give us some privacy."

As soon as these words were spoken, Professor Trotsky's face changed.

He merely agreed to help Professor Chekov with the matchmaking, but did not allow him to "harm" the guest.

"Chekov, you"

When Shekov saw that Professor Trovsky was not cooperating, he smiled, stood up, took his arm, and whispered something in his ear.

Professor Trotsky's face gradually turned pale.

"Professor Chekov, what you did is against discipline. I will definitely file a complaint against you when I return."

"Comrade Trotsky, I hope you can put the overall situation first. Please rest assured, I just want to talk to Comrade Li Aiguo." Professor Chekov looked calm.

Trotovsky seemed a little afraid of Professor Chekov.

After hesitating for a moment, he said to Li Aiguo: "Comrade Aiguo, I'm sorry for what happened this time. If I have the chance in the future, I will apologize to you!"

After saying that, he strode out of the private room.

This old Russian is a reasonable man.

But what did Professor Chekov's assistant say just now? Could it be that they are from the Cheka?
Li Aiguo immediately became excited. This matter was interesting.

After Trotovsky left, Professor Chekov looked up at Wang Da Kui with a serious look.

Wang Da Kui shook his head firmly: "I came here to accompany Brother Aiguo."

No matter how dumb he was, he could see that Professor Chekhov must have had ulterior motives in inviting Li Aiguo.

"Da Kui, go out and wait for me." Li Aiguo patted his shoulder gently.

"Really?"

Li Aiguo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This is the capital, not Moscow, what are you afraid of!"

Hearing this, Wang Da Kui suddenly understood.

"that's true!"

He knew Li Aiguo's abilities well. Not to mention one Russian, even seven or eight of them would not be Li Aiguo's match.

After Wang Da Kui left the private room, translator Shekov was also driven out by Professor Chekhov.

The heavy wooden door closed again.

Isolate all the noise from the world outside.

The white paper light bulb hanging from the ceiling crackled twice, and the light flickered.

Professor Chekov stared at Li Aiguo for a long time with complicated eyes.

He was a little confused as to how a small train driver could have such a strong background.

National Advanced Railway Worker, Advanced Crew Member, Instant Noodle Factory Representative, and Liu Guozhang's Student
It is said that he has a good relationship with a head of the General Political Department.

These layers of identities and relationships built up a solid armor that made Professor Chekov very wary.

If possible, he really didn't want to have a conflict with such a person.

It’s a pity that the improvement work of the Qianjin steam engine is now in full swing and is about to succeed.

Thinking of this, Professor Chekov's eyes became firm.

In order to show his sincerity, he placed his hands on the table and spoke slowly:

"Dear Li, I heard that you have recently been involved in the improvement of the Qianjin steam engine"

As soon as Professor Chekov opened his mouth, Li Aiguo pulled out a pistol from his waist and placed it on the table.

The black gun barrel reflected a cold light under the flickering light, looking particularly creepy.

"You, what are you going to do?" Professor Chekov asked in surprise.

Professor Chekov was a meticulous man. He had made thorough preparations before coming and had rehearsed countless times in advance how Li Aiguo would deal with him.

Li Aiguo might pull away.

Maybe report this to the Railway Research Institute.
However, I never thought that Li Aiguo would actually pull out a gun.

Li Aiguo glanced at Professor Chekov, who looked frightened.

"According to our regulations here, train drivers are allowed to carry firearms."

"Is it normal for me to carry a gun?"

"I just remembered that this gun has not been maintained for a while."

"I'm free now anyway. So it's normal to do some maintenance on the gun, right?"

Li Aiguo picked up the pistol, took out the magazine with a click, held the handle with his right hand, pressed the magazine catch with his thumb, and took out the magazine with his left hand.

Disassembling a pistol is not difficult, but it is rare to do it so quickly and with such precision.

The Russians are a fierce people, and Professor Chekhov, who had been to the battlefield, saw the clues at a glance.

He looked at Li Aiguo with eyes full of suspicion and all the excuses he had prepared were forgotten at this moment.

He felt that the air in the room seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and felt a little stuffy, so he couldn't help but unbutton his collar. Li Aiguo looked up at Professor Chekov and said calmly: "What did you say just now? Please continue."

Professor Chekov's eyes fell on the golden bullets and he fell silent.

He didn't believe that Li Aiguo would dare to shoot at him, a Russian expert, at this time.

But maintain the pistol in the presence of an expert.

This doesn't seem to be something that ordinary people can accomplish!

He thought that the Hungarian People's Railway Ministry inspection team was coming, and the factory had issued a death order to him yesterday to stop Hungary from placing the order with Datong Locomotive Factory.
Chekov suppressed his panic and smiled awkwardly: "Dear Li, please rest assured, I have absolutely no ill intentions."

"Let's get to the point. I'm a train driver. I make over 100 yuan a month, which is a few cents a minute! I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

Rude This guy is a real rough guy!

How could he possibly come up with so many improvements?
Professor Chekov would not have believed it if he had not heard the exact news from his friends.

He took a deep breath and said, "Dear Li, I believe you already know that our factory is also very interested in the order from Hungary.

As long as you can give me the specific drawings and details of the improved steam locomotive, I can give you a generous reward. "

After removing the recoil spring and holding the gun handle with his right hand, Li Aiguo raised his head and said, "Reward? How much can you give me?"

"One thousand dollars. How about I give you one thousand dollars?" Professor Chekhov was delighted.

"I didn't know I was so valuable." Li Aiguo said with a smile.

"So you agree?" Chekov asked impatiently.

"Do you think one thousand yuan can buy my faith?" Li Aiguo asked back.

Chekov was speechless for a moment.

He rolled his eyes and continued, "I can transfer you to our factory.

You are really too poor here, and your industrial base is very backward.

Only when you enter our factory can you display your true abilities.

Science has no borders, you are just changing the place where you can shine for your career."

"Science has no borders, but scientists have a motherland. Besides, I'm a train driver, a rough guy, and I don't have such high ideological awareness."

With a loud noise, as the slide was pushed forward to its original position, Li Aiguo had maintained the pistol in just a few minutes.

Holding a pistol, he said, "Old Qi, I am a rough man who doesn't understand any great principles. I only know that when friends come, I will treat them with good wine and good food, and when jackals come, I will have a shotgun!"

The gun was already full of bullets, and the big, rough guy's finger was particularly fond of resting on the trigger.

The black muzzle of the gun was shaking everywhere, and Professor Chekov originally wanted to make some more conditions.

At this point he was so frightened that his face turned blue and he could no longer speak.

"Old Qi, thank you for treating me to a drink. I will treat you a meal in return after the Qianjin locomotive is successfully modified."

Li Aiguo picked up the wine glass and drank it all, then put the pistol into his waist, covered it with the hem of his clothes, opened the door and left in a swagger.

Professor Chekov, who was originally confident of victory, was defeated by Li Aiguo before he even launched an offensive.

He was somewhat unwilling, but found that he did not have the courage to stand up and stop him.

Xie Kefu, who had been waiting outside, looked at Li Aiguo's back as he left, and a hint of doubt appeared on his face.

He turned and went into the private room, closed the door, and asked in a low voice: "Professor, why did the train driver leave?"

"We didn't reach an agreement. This guy is just a rough guy and has no idea about the benefits of our factory." Professor Chekov tried his best to find excuses for his mistake just now.

"This guy pulled out a pistol right away and pinned me down. Then he acted rude and started talking nonsense. I think I was fooled by this guy!"

Professor Chekov only realized now that he had been deceived.

Instead of being angry, he suddenly burst into laughter and laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward.

"This kid is really interesting."

Shekov found it difficult to understand why Professor Chekov was so happy even though he had not completed his task.

He reminded carefully: "Professor, the factory has been urging us to do something?"

"Humph!" Professor Chekov's smile faded, his face darkened, and he slammed his hand on the table, "Our Voroshilovgrad Steam Locomotive Factory has a history of seventy or eighty years.

Under such difficult conditions during the Great Patriotic War, two world-famous steam engine models, the SO and E steam locomotives, were developed.

Now I am afraid of a little brother, which is an unprecedented shame."

Shekov didn't understand Professor Chekov's idea and said hesitantly, "But you will be criticized when you go back this time."

“Dear Xie, you are such a depressed person.

The first point.

Even the improved model of the Advance model steam locomotive may not surpass our FD steam engine."

Professor Chekov said.

"What about the second point?"

"Can I trust you?"

"Of course, I'm your assistant and translator. We share the same fate."

Under Shekov's suspicious gaze, Chekov said slowly: "If the Hungarian order for 200 steam locomotives is snatched away by Datong Factory, it will be enough to prove that the factory leaders headed by Chesnokov are unqualified!

If we allow those people to continue their evil deeds, the glory of our Voroshilovgrad Steam Locomotive Works will fade away."

Hearing this, Shekfu's eyes widened in shock.

He never imagined that Professor Chekov was going to do something big.

After thinking about it carefully, Shekov discovered that Professor Chekov had already shown signs of doing something.

When he was at Datong Factory, Professor Chekov had to make at least one international call every day, and the people on the other end of the phone were all his old friends.

But every time he called, Shekov was sent away and he didn't know the details.

Xie Kefu had never thought that he would be involved in such a thing. He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and didn't dare to answer at all.

He looked around, as if trying to pretend he knew nothing.

"Professor, I, I seem to be drunk, and I want to go to the guesthouse to rest. I'm so sorry."

Professor Chekov looked at Shekov who was about to slip away and said, "Shekov, if I remember correctly, your father was an engineer at the Voroshilovgrad Steam Locomotive Factory.

"He was one of the first engineers." Shekov is very proud of his father.

Professor Chekov: "Why did he die in Siberia?"

Shekov spoke with difficulty: "Back then, my father opposed the plan proposed by Chesnokov and was considered to be deliberately destroying the locomotive factory. Do you know my father?"

"Your father and I knew each other when we were at Moscow University.

He is a good man, a pure engineer, and one of my few friends.

He was wronged, and we, his old friends, all felt sorry for him.

It's just that the enemy is too powerful and there's no way for us to lend a helping hand.

Now, the wind direction in the factory is about to change.

Our chance has come.”

Professor Chekov looked at Shekov with a kind look, stood up and patted him gently on the shoulder.

Shekov could say no more.

He finally understood why Professor Chekhov, who was fluent in Chinese, chose him from among thousands of translators to be his translator and assistant.

And he took good care of himself during the subsequent trip.

It turned out that he had been targeted for a long time.

This professor who always looks playful actually turns out to be so cunning.

After the conversation, Professor Chekov quickly walked to the door of the private room, opened it suddenly, and was relieved when he saw that there was no one outside.

Xie Kefu, who was already in the middle of the situation, said with a smile: "Professor, this is the capital, those people can't reach here."

"There's a saying here that goes, 'Be careful and you won't make a big mistake.'"

Professor Chekov straightened his collar and strode out of the private room.

Xie Kefu agreed with this and reminded himself to be careful, so he followed him two steps behind.

Wait until the footsteps get farther and farther away.

The door to the private room next door opened silently.

A head popped out of the door.

It is the Marshal who is more aggressor than Li Aiguo.

Li Aiguo's eyes narrowed slightly.

My goodness, because he failed to win me over, Professor Chekov actually wanted to usurp the throne.

This old Russian is really daring.

Li Aiguo thought of how Chen Sheng and Wu Guang shook the powerful empire just because of a heavy rain.

The development of things in this world influences each other, which can be described by the butterfly effect.

The Voroshilovgrad Steam Locomotive Factory is the largest steam engine factory in the Russian Federation and one of the symbols of the Russian Federation's heavy industry. Once any changes occur, it will have a huge impact.

But it's not like there aren't any signs to follow.

A while ago, the Corn Emperor over there was eager for quick success and completely overturned the policies of his predecessor.

There is an old saying among the people, "If you take too big a step, you will easily pull your crotch."

Corn Emperor has been busy for several years but has not achieved any results, which has caused dissatisfaction among some people.

In June of this year, Yumiti was almost knocked off the stage when he was visiting his neighbor's house.

After stabilizing the situation, Corn Emperor began to eliminate dissidents on a large scale.

At this time, a bloody storm had already started over there.

Professor Chekov must be so courageous because he probably has the support of some people.

As long as Chekov didn't cause trouble for the improvement of the Qianjin steam engine, Li Aiguo had no intention of getting involved.

When we get back, we can write a report and submit it to the weather station.

He is just a small person, so let the farmer take care of such important matters.

When I went downstairs, Wang Da Kui was sitting in the lobby.

Seeing him coming over, he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Brother Aiguo, are you okay?"

"What could possibly happen?" Li Aiguo patted the pistol at his waist.

"It's okay, that's good. I was really worried about what that old Russian was up to."

The two were chatting when Xu Huizhen came over and greeted Li Aiguo with a smile.

"Brother Patriot, are you sober now?"

"Thank you for opening the private room next door for me. Otherwise, I would have been embarrassed in front of my international friends."

"Why are you being so polite? Xueru and I are good sisters."

After chatting for a while.

Xu Huizhen changed the subject, raised her head, and said proudly, "Driver Li, don't you think my pub has changed a lot?"

"You mean the private room upstairs?"

"Yes, I studied many taverns in our capital and found that none of them had private rooms.

In this case, it would be very inconvenient for guests to discuss matters.

Also, with the private rooms, the tavern has become much more upscale.”

Xu Huizhen was very excited about her design.

Her big black eyes revealed the message of "Please praise me."

"Too stupid." Li Aiguo gave a light comment.

(End of this chapter)