Far away in Moscow

Chapter 168

"Oh! It's finally here! Thank God!" Hu Yi breathed a sigh of relief, packed up his things and followed Hei Mao out of the toilet.

The Bachas were unloading the large bags on the truck. When Hu Yi walked to the side of the truck, there were piles of bags on the nearby ground like a hill.

"Which booth are you at?" Hei Mao approached to inspect each item attentively: "I'll pick it out for you and transport it away."

"No. 56. Take away the ones with No. 55." Hu Yi glanced at a piece of Fu Jiahui's goods, and was about to reach out to drag it, when another big bag flew by and smashed it with a "bang" at his feet.

Hu Yi was taken aback, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a Bacha standing beside the truck, throwing packages to this side like throwing rubbish.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Hu Yi was very annoyed, straightened up a few steps and walked to the man's side and shouted sharply: "About you! What's the matter with you?!"

The man just threw out another package, turned around and muttered in displeasure, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?! Did you throw it around like this?" Hu Yi pushed his chest: "What if I broke the bag?"

This casual push took [-]-[-]% of the strength. According to usual experience, the average person would at least shake their body after being pushed.

But today there was an exception.Although the man was slightly shorter than Hu Yi, he was extremely strong, with broad and thick shoulders. When he stretched out his hand, it was like pushing a big rock wrapped in a cotton coat. The man didn't move at all, but he staggered backward He took a half step back.

Hu Yi couldn't help being taken aback, and stood firm and looked at the other party carefully. He saw that he had an honest face but with a bit of bitterness. Judging from his facial features, he should be a Central Asian, with a gloomy face with thick eyebrows and Chinese characters, vaguely. The square-faced man who was squatting at the base of the wall just now and was teased by other Bacha.

The man stood still and didn't speak, but just stared at Hu Yi with a sad frown, as if he had suffered a great grievance but couldn't attack it.

"What are you looking at?" Hu Yi pointed at him angrily: "Am I wrong? If you damage the bag and goods, can you afford it?"

The square-faced man remained silent with a bitter face.The shippers and Baqia who were picking up the goods all looked this way, and Hei Mao hurried forward and scolded: "Don't be dazed, Yaba, go to work! Don't take the goods and vent your anger. If you want to cry or make a fuss, wait until you get home." !"

The square-faced man glanced at Hu Yi, then turned and went to move the goods.Hei Mao smiled and patted Hu Yi on the back: "Okay friend, don't be angry. Yabalov's wife just ran away with someone else, and he is sad tonight."

"Sad?" Hu Yi stared at the man named Yabalov: "Then you can't throw away my stuff!"

"Don't worry, those are not your goods." Hei Mao pointed to the bags under his feet: "Look, here are all soft bags, there are no soft bags in your goods, right?"

In the market, except for separate categories such as winter clothes, leather goods and knitted fabrics, other ordinary fabric pants can be roughly divided into two types, one is jeans, and the rest are called fashion pants regardless of style.

Fashion pants are not afraid of pressure. They can be pressed as tightly as they can when shipping goods. The packaged goods are hard and tight.The creases of jeans are not easy to deal with, so they will not be pressed too tightly during delivery, and the packaged goods are all slightly loose soft packages.

The bags Yabalov threw out were all soft bags.Hu Yi calmed down a little, and squinted at Heimao: "No matter whose goods it is, you can't throw it around like this."

"Yes, you are right." Hei Mao smiled flatteringly: "Don't worry, I will treat your bags very gently, very gently!"

The Bachas were busy in the snow, and the packages of the shippers were basically sorted.Heimao pushed his flatbed cart to Hu Yi's side without hesitation, and began to pile up goods.

A flatbed truck can stack many packages side by side. Generally speaking, a single truck can transport up to twelve pieces.

Fu Jiahui's and Uncle Yu's goods totaled only a dozen packs, which was no problem for a tall and strong Bacha like Heimao.But the snow on the ground was too thick tonight, and it seemed a little difficult for him to push the scooter for a few steps.

"Can you do it?" Hu Yi said with a smile: "The road is not easy to walk, is it okay?"

"Of course! Small idea!" Hei Mao adjusted his breathing, then reached out to push the cart again.But it didn't take long to push the soles of the feet, and the wheels also slipped. People followed the car and slid back and forth, swaying left and right, and was quite embarrassed for a while.

"Forget it, wait a minute." Hu Yi looked back, and saw that most of the other Bacha had already pushed away the customer's goods, and the rest were also surrounded by other goods owners waiting to get business, only Yabalov The man stood by the cart alone with his sleeves on and looked around, looking very lonely.

"Hey! You!" Hu Yi waved at him: "Come here!"

Yabalov followed the sound and looked at him, hesitating for a moment before pointing to his nose: "Me?"

"It's you! Come on!"

Yabalov trotted forward dragging the cart, and Hu Yi pointed to Heimao's cart: "This is too much, the two of you can deliver it together."

Yabalov nodded, and reached out to move the package.Hei Mao slapped him on the back of the head: "The boss gave you the opportunity to work, why don't you thank him soon?"

"Yes, thank you." Yabalov thanked him in a muffled voice, removed a few packages from the black-fur cart, and pushed the cart with him to follow behind Hu Yi.

"Yaba, you are really stupid. You can neither speak nor like people. You can't do a few jobs a day." Hei Mao sighed and rebuked Yabalov while pushing the cart: "You earned The money is only enough to pay the management fee for the company, and my own life is a problem. I haven’t sent money to my family for a long time, right? No wonder your wife ran away with that sheep herder.”

"It's a miner, digging coal." Yabalov's voice was dull.

"Oh, yes, coal digger." Heimao laughed: "Last time it was a sheep herder."

Yabalov gave an "hmm" and stopped talking.

Hu Yi listened to it secretly funny: the name his parents gave him was apt, and he couldn't beat a fart with three sticks. He was indeed a dumb coward, and he lived up to his name.

Back in District 8, put the bags into the boxes of Fu Jiahui and Uncle Yu respectively, Hu Yi took out the money to pay the two, and then slapped Yabalov's boulder-like body twice: "Ah! Ba, listen to me."

"Huh? What?"

"What he just said is right." Hu Yi pointed at Hei Mao: "You have to learn to take the initiative to talk to people, otherwise it will be difficult to make money."

"Hmm." Yabalov said in a low voice, "I... am not very good at speaking, and I always speak badly."

"Practice more! Just say it a few times!"

"Practice?" Yabalov looked at him blankly: "How to practice?"

Hu Yi sighed silently, looked at his watch and it was almost eleven o'clock, and he didn't have the heart to chat with him, so he leaned his head forward: "Yaba, can you see my face clearly?"

"You? I see clearly."

"Can you remember what I look like?"

"it should be OK."

"I go to pick up the goods almost every day. From now on, as soon as you see me in the parking lot, come to me immediately, understand?"

"Okay." Yabalov nodded confusedly: "Will you practice with me?"

"Fool!" Hei Mao slapped him on the back of the head again: "The boss is taking care of your work, don't you understand?"

"Oh, I understand!" Yabalov stared blankly at Hu Yi: "Thank you."

"This is also a kind of practice." Hu Yi punched him hard: "If you don't take the initiative, the work will belong to others."

"Yes, I understand." Yabalov showed a simple but ugly smile, dragged the car and followed Hei Mao away.

What a useless nerd.Hu Yi shook his head and smiled, locked the two boxes, walked out of the market quickly and took a taxi.

On the way, I sent a text message to Natasha, and learned that the New Year's Eve dinner in the dormitory was over, Fang Qing and Cai Hua both drank too much and fell asleep, Anna and Yu Feifei had already gone home, only she was still waiting for her.

It was frozen in the market for more than ten hours that day, and Hu Yi felt sleepy as soon as he got in the car, but when he thought that he would see Natasha later, he immediately regained his energy.

The snow continued to fall, and the car drove very slowly.He yawned and chatted with the driver without saying a word, and it was past twelve o'clock when he arrived at the dormitory.

The dormitory area was silent, and no one moved around.Hu Yi walked quickly to Building No. 10, and saw a pretty figure wrapped in a cotton coat standing at the door of the building from afar.

It's Natasha.

"Anton!" Natasha waved her hand vigorously, stepping on the ice and snow on the steps carefully and walked down.

"Natasha?" Hu Yi trotted to her side stepping on the snow, and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth: "Why did you come out? It's so cold outside!"

"I'm waiting for you!" Natasha threw herself into Hu Yi's arms and hugged his arms with both hands: "Happy New Year! Hurry up, go inside, it's too late!"

"What's too late?" Hu Yi was dragged into the lobby of Building 10 by her. Natasha hurried to a chair in the corner, and picked up a bunch of things wrapped in a sweater from above.

"What is this?" Hu Yi followed curiously, and watched with her own eyes as she unbuttoned her sweater, took out the small long-handled pot that was usually used for stewing vegetables, and lifted the lid.

"It's the dumplings made by Fang. We left some specially for you to eat at twelve o'clock." Natasha said with a anxious expression, "I'm worried that you won't be able to catch up, so I went downstairs and waited."

Hu Yi stared at Natasha in a daze: "Are you waiting downstairs for me to come back to eat dumplings?"

"Yeah, eat quickly, it's already past twelve o'clock." Natasha took out a fork carefully wrapped in paper from the pocket of her cotton coat: "I forgot to borrow chopsticks from them, so I had to bring a fork. ?"

"Yes. Of course!" Hu Yi smiled and took it, forked a dumpling into his mouth and chewed it a few times.

The dumplings are still warm.But before he had time to taste what the stuffing was, a stream of salty tears poured into his nose and throat at the same time.

"I think it tastes good, what do you think?" Natasha looked at him with a smile.

Hu Yi nodded his head lightly, and instantly felt his eyes were hot, and a few tears dripped uncontrollably into the small pot.

"Anton?" Natasha's eyes were full of tenderness, and she reached out to wipe away the tears on his face: "What's wrong with you, dear?"

(End of this chapter)