I'm playing whack-a-mole in Siberia

Chapter 231 Anne

Chapter 231 Anne

The general manager showed up, so the private interview on Weibo naturally couldn't go on.

In fact, it doesn't matter. Through the Siberian Hypermarket, George can basically confirm that Vladivostok has a wide variety of products and the prices are reasonable, which is enough.

The Imperial Plaza in front of the hypermarket is equally lively. Many parents are playing with their children in the square. There are also many vendors doing small businesses around the square, including candied haws sellers, candy man sellers, roasted sweet potatoes, pie sellers, etc. etc.

The most outrageous thing is that there are people who buy ice cream. Eating ice cream in the middle of winter, are you really not afraid of the cold?

Miraculously, the business of buying ice cream is the best.

There were also smart people who brought sleds, including sled dogs and reindeer, around the square for one kopeck, and business was even better.

Milyutin sat on a chair by the square, dazzled. He often sat here in the square when he had nothing to do, and could watch it all day long.

Milyujing never tires of seeing this kind of scene.

George asked Deyan to buy candied haws on a stick, but Deyan was stingy and only bought one, earning Milyutin's glare.

There was no need for George to give orders this time. Deyang called the candied haws seller over and let Milyugin choose as he pleased.

A few children who wanted to buy candied haws came with me.

Mi Liujing smiled and distributed the items to the children one by one. He actually took care of the children's preferences and was careful and considerate.

Karpov was taking his wife for a walk in the square. After noticing George and Milyutin, he immediately brought his wife over.

"When did you get married?"

George really didn't know.

"last year--"

Karpov grinned from ear to ear.

Although George didn't know it, the Yuriev Palace was accommodating.

George subconsciously looked at Karpov's wife's belly, which was flat.

useless!

George looked at Karpov with contempt.

"Already gave birth to a pair."

They are all men, so Karpov naturally knows what it means.

"Go back to Yuriev Palace -"

George originally wanted to relieve Catherine's boredom, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it and stop causing trouble for himself.

"It's too noisy and makes you restless all night long."

The happiness on Karpov's face could not be faked.

George waved his hand and asked Karpov to help himself, and immediately someone he knew or didn't know came over to say hello.

George and Milyutin could only retreat.

There is a subway station at the Imperial Square. Take the subway all the way to Peter the Great Bay and arrive at the Entertainment City of Vladivostok.

The entertainment city is built on the mountain. You can take a small train from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Winter entertainment in Vladivostok is definitely dominated by ice and snow sports, and there is an endless stream of young people queuing up to ride the snowmobile.

There are also many skiers, and many young people use birch bark to make homemade skis, which are much faster than small trains.

There is also a buffet restaurant on the top of the mountain, and the price is acceptable. Regardless of men, women, old or young, you can eat all you want for 5 kopecks.

The 5 kopecks is a buffet, focusing on affordability.

If you want to enjoy better service, go to a high-end restaurant.

The service in high-end restaurants is indeed good, and the service staff are well-trained and well-trained.

The band in the restaurant provides on-demand services, but the price is relatively expensive, one ruble per song.

Milyutin ordered an "Imperial March" and was ridiculed mercilessly by George.

What kind of march should I listen to while eating? I should listen to "Evenings in the Suburbs of St. Petersburg".

The veteran ruffian really has no taste.

But George didn't regret it, because someone ordered "An Evening in the Suburbs of St. Petersburg" next.

Compared with "Imperial March", "Evening on the outskirts of St. Petersburg" obviously fits the atmosphere of the restaurant better.

When the song ended, there were still people applauding.

George followed the sound and saw nothing.

High-end restaurants attach great importance to customers' privacy. Each seat has a partition, separated by screens and green plants, to fully protect the privacy of every guest.

The sight can be blocked, but the sound cannot.

Next door to George and Milyutin, there should be several girls from Germany.

"I didn't expect Vladivostok to be so fun. I want to settle here for a long time."

"What about your poor fiancé?"

"Give it to you!"

"I want to go listen to La Traviata later. Does anyone want to join me?"

"No, I want to listen to "The Peach Blossom Fan"."

"Can you understand?"

"Art has no borders!"

George and Milyutin were also discussing art.

"You haven't composed music for a long time, right?"

Milyutin knew that "Imperial March" and "Evenings on the outskirts of St. Petersburg" were both works by George.

George is also a member of the St. Petersburg Composers' Association——

Oh, I'm a committee member now.

The funny thing is that George never participated in the activities of the St. Petersburg Composition Society.

I don’t even know where the Songwriters Guild is.

"That thing can't be mastered even if you have hands!"

George has been too busy in the past two years and really has no time to copy those things. He might as well leave something for others to eat.

Before Milyugin could speak, a few chuckles came from the next door.

"Come on, come on, I'll lend you my hand, don't let the Germans laugh at us."

Miliugin is also a person who doesn't take things too seriously when watching the excitement.

George became playful and asked DeYoung to borrow a guitar from the band.

"Really coming?"

Milyutin really didn't expect that George would come as soon as he said he would.

"Call My Name Softly - for those who sacrificed their lives for the Empire."

George's casual words made Milyutin's expression immediately solemn.

"Call My Name Softly" is the work of Lyubai, a band known as the Russian Beatles.

George chose this because the song only needed a guitar to accompany it.

Call my name softly and bring me sweet nectar

Is the empty heart still echoing?

Infatuation, tender and indescribable

Needless to say, the reason why classic works are immortal and has beautiful melodies is that they must be sung by the right people to resonate with them.

I know we will meet again

But I always want to postpone the separation

The blue crescent moon hides behind the city

No tears, no sadness

There was ice and snow outside the restaurant, but it was as warm as spring inside. There was no sound from the box next door. The waiter passing the dishes stopped. The scream of boiling water on the stove was so harsh, but no one took it away.

Milyujing looked at George blankly, and subconsciously looked at his hands.

Is this thing really possible with hands?

I know we will meet again

I will come back, that's my promise

George handed the guitar to DeYoung.

Dejan didn't want to take it, as if he wanted George to play another song.

"Is this song written for His Majesty?"

Milyugin's eyes were still moist.

Ya Er?

No, no, no, George and Yaer really don’t have such a deep relationship.

But from Milyugin's point of view, if this song is not written for Yaer, who else could it be written for?

It's not like it was written to Nicholas I.

Even George had never met Nicholas I.

"To all those who gave their lives for the Empire——"

George trailed off and was suddenly interrupted by enthusiastic applause.

There was the sound of a chair being pushed next door.

Yuri stopped him in time.

"Sorry, you can't go in."

"Who played the piano just now? Who was singing? What's the name?"

The girl's urgent voice finally made Milyugin return to normal.

Really, what is Princess Yurievskaya worried about? With just this skill, George will have no idea how many girls he will need in the future.

"First - sir - can you tell me the name of this song?"

The band conductor couldn't sit still either. This piece was perfect for playing in a restaurant. At this moment, several guests were clamoring for drinks.

Such a beautiful song should come to light.

Honor those warriors who sacrificed their lives for the Empire!

"Look at the trouble you got into."

Milyutin gloated.

"Isn't this what you asked for?"

George was angry, this old man was so disrespectful.

"Move aside, this is Princess Anne from Hohenzollern-Sigmaringen."

The argument outside the box escalated.

Archduke Carol of Romania seems to have come from the Hohenzollern-Sigmaringen family.

this--

Even though they have gone all the way to Vladivostok, are they still unable to escape the circle of the European royal family?

"no!"

Yuri is selfless, but inside he is also the super duke Yurievsky of the Russian Empire. Who are you trying to scare?

"Yuri, please invite our guests in."

Milyugin took the initiative to give in.

The Kingdom of Romania is an ally of the Russian Empire. The Crown Prince and George have a close relationship and correspond almost every month. This relationship must be maintained.

Four girls filed in.

When I saw Milyugin, I was a little cautious.

Even though Milyugin usually smiles like a retired old man, he has been the Minister of War for more than 20 years, and his temperament cannot be concealed.

The four girls are all young, and the first one is about 1.7 meters tall. As soon as she entered the door, her eyes were fixed on George.

"Sit down, don't stand. Let me introduce you. This is George from St. Petersburg. He is the greatest composer in our Russian Empire——"

Milyugin's introduction made George feel a little hot.

"Is it George from the outskirts of St. Petersburg?"

She is 1.7 meters tall and has big dark blue eyes with gleaming eyes, just like Wei Ka in "First Kiss".

"Yes, he lives outside St. Petersburg."

Milyugin followed Anne's wishes and said.

So Annie's expression was a little helpless.

Annie just wanted to come over and see who was singing.

If Anne knew it was George, she would definitely not be so presumptuous.

But now that we have come, it would be even more rude to turn around and leave.

So Anne gave George a court salute seriously.