Courtyard houses: Those who are capable are rewarded, and many children bring many blessings.

The next day, early in the morning, Elena arrived with a young girl who looked about six-tenths like her.

"Da Niu, this is my daughter. She used to be in charge of our trade here. Because of that, she doesn't have a formal job..."

"Martha, this is the man I told you about yesterday, the one with extraordinary talent from the East, Comrade Niu Dazhuang. You can also call him Old Niu like I do; I think he'd like you to call him that too!"

Wow! She's significantly taller than Elena, with those long, mesmerizing legs, and her bust is just as impressive. Blue eyes, brown hair…

In Niu Dazhuang's opinion, the girls from Da Mao are generally very good-looking.

Upon closer inspection of the arms, it became clear that the hair had been treated, and there was no obvious body hair.

Martha extended her slender hand, which Niu Dazhuang took, brought to his lips, and gently kissed the back of her hand.

"My dear Martha, you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen..." Niu Dazhuang's survival instinct was still strong. Praising Martha as the most beautiful woman in front of so many women was just asking for trouble. So he added "one of" after her name.

While Masha, Chen Xueru, and Xu Huizhen were exchanging pleasantries, Xu Jingli leaned close to Niu Dazhuang and whispered, "Uncle Niu, do you really like tall, strong women that much?"

"Don't be jealous. This is a matter of etiquette, not a matter of whether I like someone or not. Relatively speaking, I still prefer East Asian women. Foreign women, you should try something new."

"We'll split up in a couple of days. You two go with Elena. Yusupova and I will handle things with the higher-ups. Remember, no matter the occasion, you can't accept kindness from strangers."

"Hehehe, are you afraid I'll cuckold you? Why didn't you tell Aunt Xue Ru and the others?"

"They're incredibly shrewd and know exactly what I can't tolerate, so there's no need for any instructions."

"I know that! Why did you specifically tell me?"

Niu Dazhuang suddenly understood: "You're younger and more charming than them. You'll definitely be the most beautiful one at the ball, so I'm worried."

"Hmph! You always say what I want to hear." Women are never one to mean what they say. Even though Niu Dazhuang's words pleased her, she still had to keep a straight face.

This is the biggest difference between you and a foreign woman. With a foreign woman, you have to directly compliment her on her beauty to her face, and she will happily accept it.

Elena still has to work and can't be with Niu Dazhuang and the others every day. Also, the trade with Chen Xueru and the others over the past few years has all been handled by Martha here. She's familiar with the process.

After the two sides became acquainted, the next day, Xu Jingli, Xu Huizhen, Masha, Lao Feng, and Lao Dao, carrying Yusupova's letter of introduction, left Moscow and headed straight for Khabarovsk, the administrative capital of the Far East.

Their goal is to import light industrial products from China and then, through Russian channels, sell them throughout the Far East. The goods transported in will certainly not be exchanged for rubles; instead, they will be replaced with heavy industrial products from Russia and shipped back to China.

If there are any hurdles that you can't handle, then call Yusupova.

After Chen Xueru and the others left, Yusupova and Elena would go to work during the day, and no matter how late it was at night, they would come over to have some fun with Niu Dazhuang.

The sisters, who hadn't worked together for years, had their friendship restored to its former glory thanks to Niu Dazhuang's arrival. They now both collaborate and compete.

"Da Niu, come with me to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' internal party this Saturday night. I'll introduce you to the most beautiful woman in our Ministry."

"Elena, Da Niu, we've already discussed it. We're going to the Ministry of Petroleum and Energy's dance party this Saturday night. We have important business to attend to."

"Yusupova, I admit your Planning Committee has a lot of power, but it doesn't have any jurisdiction over those bigwigs in the Ministry of Energy!"

"We're not trying to control, we're trying to cooperate. With a big shot as a bridge, there's no big shot we can't communicate with."

"Cooperation? You're dreaming. You're stealing their bread. Do you think they'd agree to that?"

"For the sake of our good sisterhood, I'll tell you. We're looking east; the market there is currently untapped. Our cooperation will increase their foreign exchange earnings, and I think they'll agree."

"I'm not optimistic about your plan; mine is much easier to implement!"

"Alright, stop arguing. I won't give up on either of your plans. I'll find a way to stay after my visa expires."

"Big Brother, getting a long-term visa is easy. If you're willing, I can even get you a permanent visa."

Niu Dazhuang forgot about this; this is the power structure of the Mao Zedong regime.

On Saturday night, Niu Dazhuang was dressed in a tuxedo, sprayed with perfume imported from France, and had his hair styled to be particularly shiny and fashionable.

He shaved his beard clean and waited for Yusupova to send a car to pick him up.

In Moscow summers, it doesn't get dark until after nine o'clock, but it's the rainy season now, and it was sunny just a moment ago. It was even raining when Yusupova arrived.

"Damn this weather, Da Niu, get in the car quickly." Niu Dazhuang went off to have some fun, leaving Lao Tie and the other two behind. The three of them were prepared, taking out a deck of cards they brought from China and starting to play Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game). The kind where the loser gets a sticker on their card.

After Niu Dazhuang got on the bus, he and Yusupova both sat in the back row.

Yusupova handed over a small blue booklet: "This is your identity in the Soviet Union. Remember your current name."

Niu Dazhuang has no problem speaking Russian, but if you ask him to read Russian, he really can't understand it.

"I don't understand Russian very well, so please tell me."

"It's just a permanent residence permit, it doesn't serve any other purpose. I've even given you a name, Ivan Yefimovich Novikh. Don't think it's a long name; in the Soviet Union, it's considered short. Just let everyone call you Ivan, or Big Ivan."

"Damn, you're being way too obvious. Even though I'm not from the Soviet Union, I still know the name 'Big Ivan'."

Yusupova looked at Niu Dazhuang with a chuckle, her tone dripping with teasing, "What do you know?"

"Isn't the Tsar Bomba your country's largest hydrogen bomb, a fundamental national asset? Giving me this name is such an obvious metaphor."

"Obviously not good. We like things straightforward. You even thought of that aspect, which means my name choice was quite successful! Big Ivan, what a great name. Hehehe..."

"Tsar Bomba it is, tonight I'll let the ladies of your Department of Energy experience the power of the Tsar Bomba explosion!"

"Hehehe, you can definitely do it!"