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Chapter 1756 Signal (rd update, please subscribe)

Soviet Representative Office.

Many people come in and out here every day, all of whom come here to apply for visas. There are always some people who are curious about this country.

In the past year, more than 50,000 SEA citizens traveled to Russia, bringing Russia a large amount of foreign exchange income. For this reason, the Soviet tourism department even took the initiative to publish tourism advertisements in SEA to attract these generous Western tourists.

As usual, in the lobby of the representative office, more than a dozen guests were applying for visas. In the lobby, two staff members in plain clothes were looking around vigilantly. Although they were not wearing uniforms, it was obvious at a glance that they were soldiers, or KGB agents.

In addition to its diplomatic mission, the representative office is also responsible for intelligence gathering.

On the east side of the fourth floor of the representative office is the KGB Chang'an Station. In one of the offices, heavy curtains block the sunlight and the lights are dim.

Major Nikolayev, the KGB station chief in Chang'an, was sitting behind a large teak desk with a frown on his face and the newspaper in his hand was slightly wrinkled.

The headlines in the newspaper made his expression even more solemn.

"Todai opens group travel to SEA"

This piece of news seems unimportant, but it was placed on the front page. On the newspaper headline, there was a photo of people queuing in front of a travel agency.

For other places, this news may not seem like a big deal, but this is SEA, and the people here...most of them are from there.

They longed to return to that land.

As an intelligence officer, Nikolayev could understand those people. After all, there were many people in the Soviet Union who were also abroad.

His eyes lingered on the title for a long time, as if he wanted to see through the paper to the deeper meaning behind it.

At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and then the door was pushed open. Captain Alexander walked in with a secret message in his hand, and said in a serious tone:
"Major, a secret message from Moscow."

Nikolayev raised his head, glanced sharply at Alexander's face, and reached out to take the telegram. His fingers slid quickly across the telegram, and his eyes became darker as the words changed.

Sure enough, as he expected, Moscow asked him to immediately find out the reasons and purposes of the other party's opening up to tourism.

"Humph," Nikolayev sneered, slammed the telegram on the table, and looked up at Alexander.
"What do you think about this matter?"

Although Alexander had just arrived here, he had a certain understanding of the situation.

He thought for a moment and said in a calm tone:
"As we all know, the relationship between them has always been very tense. The whole world knows that everything in this place belongs to the capitalists, and because of this, the conflict between them is almost qualified. As capitalists, they attach great importance to commercial interests and business reputation, so it is almost impossible to achieve any breakthrough in the relationship before the differences over the debt between them are fully resolved."

This involves some old things. Although it has been twenty years, everyone knows that it has indeed affected their relationship.

"So until now, when people here send letters or remit money there, they have to go through Singapore or Hong Kong Island."

Alexander thought for a moment and added:
"Moreover, on the other hand, over the past decade or so, SEAs have been acting as pawns of U.S. expansion. In the context of a great power, they are the running dogs of the United States.

In addition, they have intercepted their merchant ships many times before to prevent them from exporting arms to East Africa and other places, so the relationship between them has always been very tense. "

Nikolayev nodded, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, making a dull sound:

"They are more like thugs of Western countries, and SE Asia itself is a country of big capitalists. Their interests in Africa and other places also conflict with SE Asia. Therefore, the contradiction between the two sides is irreconcilable."

"Yes,"

Alexander echoed, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
“Especially in the past decade or so, tens of millions of people have fled through the southwest border into countries supported by them. This massive outflow of population has also made Chuncheng very angry.

As a result, they had many disputes, which even led to a further deterioration of relations and affected private trade.”

Nikolayev's brows furrowed even more tightly, and the rhythm of his fingers tapping on the table quickened a bit:

"Then the question is, if they have so many disputes, why would they suddenly open up tourism at this sensitive time, knowing that we just fought a battle with them on the border.

Then Spring City opened up to travel, and there was no news beforehand, which was really unexpected.”

Alexander was silent for a moment, as if he was organizing his thoughts. Then he slowly said:
"That's a signal, Major. They're sending a signal."

"Signal?"

Nikolayev's voice became louder, his eyes filled with doubt and anxiety.
"What signal?"

Alexander's eyes were firm and his tone was steady:

"They are telling us that they will never accept an escalation of the border conflict between us and them. If the conflict escalates, they are now allowing tourism, but in the future they may provide aid."

After listening to this, Nikolayev couldn't help but complain in a low voice:

"These Orientals always like to beat around the bush, really! What does this have to do with them?"

There was obvious dissatisfaction and anxiety in his tone, and his fingers tapping on the table became more rapid.

Complaints aside, work still needs to be done. Nikolayev took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He looked up at Alexander, with a hint of helplessness in his tone:
"Gather as much intelligence as possible and find out why their attitude has changed. Especially, find out what they are going to do next!"

Alexander nodded and was about to leave, but Nikolayev muttered again:
"Didn't they say that if you don't pay back the money, there's no point in talking about anything? Why are they being lax again now?" Alexander stopped, looked back at Nikolayev, and said in a complicated tone:
"Yes, Major, they are enemies. But they are also compatriots."

Nikolayev was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.
"Well, maybe it's because they look nothing alike, so I made this misjudgment."

He waved his hand to signal Alexander to leave. The office returned to silence again, leaving only him sitting at the table, staring blankly at the telegrams and newspapers on the table. His fingers were still tapping on the table, but the rhythm became chaotic, as if telling of his inner anxiety and uneasiness.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and Nikolayev looked through the window at the distant skyline. Alexander's words kept echoing in his mind: "They are enemies, but they are also compatriots."

This sentence was like a thorn that pierced deeply into his heart, making him feel an unprecedented contradiction and powerlessness.

Just this one sentence explains everything.

All reasonable or unreasonable questions can be answered clearly with just this one sentence, just like during the Great Patriotic War, when the generals of the White Army resolutely opposed Hitler's side.

Some things are just so simple.

"It's really troublesome..."

He murmured quietly, his tone full of deep exhaustion.

As he spoke, he stood up from behind his desk, walked to the TV, turned it on, and saw the news being broadcast on Asia TV.

The news report was showing Li Yian inspecting the factory of Nanyang Defense Equipment Company. He even climbed onto a tank with great interest.

This piece of news may not seem very interesting, but as Nikolayev watched Li Yian enthusiastically visiting the tank on the TV screen, an idea suddenly emerged in his mind - this is also sending a signal.

"Signal!"

On the way back to the official residence, Li Yian looked at the traffic outside the car window and spoke softly.

"We just need to send a signal and they can read it and make a rational decision."

Why are these signals being sent?

It's not just because of the extremely special relationship between them, but more importantly to avoid a war.

Under the influence of the butterfly's wings, the world has been changed beyond recognition. Under such circumstances, Li Yian does not want Moscow to make any wrong decisions.

Therefore, what he needs is to send some signals to Moscow to let them know that all risks are unacceptable. If they choose military risks, then he will not do nothing.

For sEA, peace is the most important thing, both now and in the future.

Only within the scope of science and technology can we achieve development and make progress.

"There should be no war between major powers."

He turned his gaze away from the car window. Then Li Yian said.

"It is not in the interests of either side because the cost is too high and there won't necessarily be any winners even if the war is won."

Listening to your words, Zhang Zeyuan nodded and said:

"Yes, sir, as you said, the most important thing is development. Only development can fundamentally solve most of the problems facing mankind."

Li Yian nodded and said:

"Yes, the most important thing is development, and the most important thing is to make breakthroughs in science and technology. Only by making breakthroughs in science and technology can mankind embrace a better future."

Li Yian said this while looking out the window, watching the passing traffic and pedestrians, and then said silently.

"Scientific innovation will fundamentally change the course of human development and the world. People today have no idea how wonderful the world of the future will be. They..."

He sighed in a rather helpless tone, then shook his head and said.

"Their thinking is still stuck in the last century, saying their thinking is still influenced by World War II. They don't know that the world is completely different from the past."

There was a slight pause before Li Yian spoke.

"Well, okay, we are just sending a signal. They will receive this signal, and peace is still the general trend.

What we need next is to use our success and innovation to tell people what the world is like.

To tell them what the future world will look like.”

Gazing out the window, Li Yian fell silent. Unlike many people who were immersed in the Cold War confrontation and the unknown Third World War, Li Yian wanted to clearly think about the future development direction. He was more aware that the world had been profoundly changed.

Just here, the convoy stopped at the intersection. On the light box billboard at the intersection, there was an advertisement for a mobile phone. Looking at the beautiful female star holding the mobile phone in the advertisement, Li Yian's frown loosened and a smile appeared on his face. It was not because of the beautiful female star on the poster, but because of the mobile phone, because of the new era it brought...

(End of this chapter)