Red Moscow.

Chapter 2671

Sokov didn't expect that the party in the suburban villa would be like this!

He was dissatisfied with his Russian friends. You didn't even take me to such a fun place. You only took me to the military base to shoot targets, drive tanks, or explore the newly discovered fortifications left over from the Great Patriotic War. .

Sokov and Anna walked into the cafeteria and saw Lena occupying a round table by the window. At the same time, she waved to them, beckoning them to come over.

The two came to Liena, and Liena said with emotion: "I didn't expect that there were so many people today. Misha, you sit here and take a seat, while Anna and I go get the things."

Sokov nodded and sat down at the table.

Lena stood up and took Anna to get the food.

Mumu Buffet Restaurant is not the kind where everyone sets a certain price. Instead, you choose the food you want first, and then take the food to the cashier to pay.

Sokov misses the kind of buffet restaurants in China that cost NT$69, NT$79 or NT$89 per person, and you can eat as much as you want without any restrictions. Here in Moscow, there is only one such cafeteria near Mayakovsky Metro Station. Unfortunately, it is too far, otherwise Sokov would definitely go there.

Due to too many customers, Anna and Lena, who went to pick up the food, did not come back.

"Friend," Sokov's familiar language came from beside him: "Can we share a table with you?"

Sokov looked up and saw two male compatriots standing in front of him. The man on the left who was speaking was a short man with somewhat dark skin. The man standing on the right has a Chinese character face, a medium build, and is a bit fat, giving people a domineering look.

The table where Sokov was sitting could seat eight people. There were only three of him, Anna and Lena. Even if two compatriots were added, it would only be five people and could not be seated at all, so he said politely: "Please sit down." ”

"Thank you, thank you so much!" The short man thanked Sokov and found an empty seat to sit down.

But the man with the Chinese character face snorted coldly and said to the short man: "I said, Lao Tan, if you want to treat me to dinner, find a better place. How can you come to such a low-end restaurant? Look, What kind of people are eating around me? A group of Russian people. Eating with them really lowers my level. You know, I have an EMBA degree.”

"Mr. Cai, I'm so sorry. This restaurant is the best in the neighborhood." The man known as Lao Tan laughed and said, "I'll treat you to dinner another day if I have time."

"I don't have time. I'm going back to China in two days." Mr. Cai said impatiently: "I thought I could see beautiful women everywhere and eat delicious food when I came to Russia. But I was disappointed. Not only There are no beautiful women everywhere, and all I eat is bread. You know, I came from China to cooperate with you, but I didn’t expect you to be so insincere.”

Although this was the first time he met Mr. Cai, Sokov felt disgusted with him after hearing what he said. He secretly regretted it. How could he agree to let him share the table?

"Misha!" Anna came over with the tray, placed the contents on the table one by one, and said to Sokov, "This is for you."

"What about you?" Sokov asked.

"At Lena's place." Anna explained: "I didn't eat much, so the meal I took was put together with Lena's."

Lena came over with a tray and saw two strangers sitting at the table. She couldn't help but frowned: "Misha, why are there two strangers sitting here with us?"

"Lena," Sokov explained to her: "They couldn't find a place and came over to share a table with us temporarily. I saw that they were compatriots, so I agreed."

As the three began to eat, Lena and Anna talked quietly.

Sokov was listening attentively to the conversation between Lao Tan and Mr. Cai. It was not that he wanted to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two, but that Mr. Cai's voice was so loud that he couldn't help but listen. Moreover, the guests at several nearby tables all cast contemptuous glances at Mr. Cai.

Mr. Cai took a bite of the smoked fish, then spat it out, cursing and saying: "What a piece of shit, it tastes terrible. When it comes to delicious food, it's still the best in our country."

Although Sokov hates Mr. Cai a little, he still agrees with his words. Chinese food is unmatched by any other country.

He just had a good impression of Mr. Cai, but his next words made Sokov feel even more disgusted.

Mr. Cai said: "My favorite thing to eat is spicy crayfish. Last month, on the second anniversary of the company's establishment, we had a dinner in the company. I spent 100 yuan to buy three kilograms of spicy crayfish and invited four people from the company to More than ten colleagues had a meal, and everyone said they liked it. ”

When Sokov heard this, he couldn't complain: he bought three kilograms of spicy crayfish for 100 yuan and treated more than 40 people to a meal. How stingy this boss is.

Then I heard Mr. Cai say: "The place you live in is not good. There are only two single beds for five of you, and three of you have to sleep on the floor every day. I am different. I have a double-decker bed in my company office." When clients come over and it’s too late, I’ll ask others to sleep on the canopy bed. I’ll let them sleep on the top and I’ll sleep on the bottom. It’s also convenient for chatting.”

When Sokov heard this, he couldn't help laughing. Anna heard this and asked curiously: "Misha, why are you laughing?"

"I heard funny things." Sokov said lightly, "so I couldn't hold it back."

"What's the matter, tell me!"

Sokov glanced at the livid-faced Lao Tan, not sure what his Russian proficiency was. It would be troublesome if the other party understood the story when telling Anna and Lena. So he shook his head and said, "We'll talk about it later after we finish eating."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, two policemen walked in from outside. They looked around and walked towards where Sokov and others were.

When they came to the table, one of the police officers wearing the rank of lieutenant stretched out his hand to Lao Tan and Mr. Cai: "Your passports!"

Lao Tan obviously had his passport checked frequently by the police, so he quickly took out his passport from his jacket pocket and handed it over. At the same time, he said to Mr. Cai who was still talking nonsense: "Mr. Cai, please take out your passport quickly. The police want to check it."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Cai didn't listen to Lao Tan at all. Not only did he not take out his passport, he also stared at the two policemen sideways and said arrogantly: "He said to check the passport, I will show him the passport, who is he?" ?”

When Sokov heard this, he secretly gave Mr. Cai a thumbs up. It is true that the ignorant are fearless. If he dared to be so arrogant in the United States, the police in the United States might not have emptied the magazine, but the gun would definitely be pressed against his forehead.

After the police officer looked at Lao Tan's passport, he returned it to him. Continue to say to Mr. Cai: "Please show your passport!"

Mr. Cai stood up and said plausibly to the police: "I am an EMBA graduate. Why do you check my passport?"

Sokov couldn't help but laugh or cry. There is a strange connection between you studying for an EMBA and the police checking your passport. If you don't honestly show your ID and accept their inspection, this is resisting law enforcement. They can take you to the police station to drink coffee.

Seeing that Mr. Cai was so stubborn, Lao Tan was worried that something would happen, so he quickly persuaded him: "Mr. Cai, please take out your passport quickly, otherwise something will happen."

Seeing that Old Tan was anxious, Mr. Cai reluctantly took out his passport and put it on the table: "My passport is here, let them take it by themselves."

Sokov has a sharp eye and can clearly see the personal information on the homepage at a glance. Mr. Cai’s name is Cai Bo and he is 36 years old. He is not young, but he is like a naughty child and not sensible at all.

The police officer picked up the passport, took a look at it, put it in his pocket, and then gestured to Cai Bo, telling him to follow him and leave. Cai Bo was not willing to give in easily. He even said with a bad attitude: "I am an EMBA graduate. I'm afraid you haven't even gone to college. Treat me better. Otherwise, I will definitely tell you when I meet your director." He complained about you."

Cai Bo's words were all in Chinese, so the police naturally didn't understand them, so they grabbed his arm and dragged him outside.

Unexpectedly, Cai Bo struggled and pointed at Sokov and said: "He is from the same place as me. Why don't you check his passport?"

Lao Tan glanced at Sokov with an apologetic look, and then covered Cai Bo's mouth: "Mr. Cai, if you don't want to stay in the cell for a few days, just shut up."

In this way, the self-righteous Mr. Cai was taken away by two policemen, and Lao Tan, who was worried about something happening to him, also walked out.

"Misha," Anna, who was aware of the situation after the restaurant regained calm, asked Sokov tentatively: "Is the joke you just told related to the person who was taken away by the police?"

"That's right." Sokov told Anna and Lena the conversation he just heard.

After hearing this, Anna asked curiously: "Misha, I have never seen crayfish before. How many are there in three pounds?"

"How many crayfish are in a pound depends on the size of the crayfish." Sokov said: "For large ones, there are 10 per pound; for small ones, there are about 20 per pound. In other words, three pounds of crayfish There are 30 to 60 of them.”

"Even if there are 60 people, when more than 40 people gather for a dinner, each person can only get one or two." Anna shook her head and said, "I finished eating before I even tasted anything."

"Misha, can you tell me." After Anna finished speaking, Lena interrupted and asked: "What is EMBA?"

Lena's question really gave Sokov a headache. There really was no EMBA in Europe. This kind of thing was pioneered by the University of Chicago School of Management. It was quite troublesome to explain it to them. He organized the vocabulary in his mind, and then said: "The so-called EMBA is actually the English abbreviation of Executive Master of Business Administration. It is a program that specializes in cultivating people with a sense of responsibility and professional ethics who are qualified for high-level management work in industrial and commercial enterprises and economic management departments. Middle and senior managers are needed.”

"Do you have a diploma?"

"There is no diploma." Sokov shook his head and said: "EMBA is a non-academic education. You cannot obtain a diploma, only a degree certificate."

"What about tuition?"

"It's quite expensive." Sokov said after mentally calculating the exchange rate: "Depending on the school, the tuition is between 50,000 and 100,000 US dollars."

"You don't have a diploma, and you have to charge such a high tuition fee." Lena pursed her lips and said, "Only people who are crazy will study this."

"Lena, you can't say that." Sokov said: "After studying EMBA, no matter whether you have learned something or not, you can brag outside in the future. Anyway, not many people understand this. It sounds like you have a good reputation. It’s scary, you might be frightened by him.”

After dinner, Sokov asked the two of them: "What are your plans for later? Do you need me to take you home?"

"I don't want to go home yet." Lena shook her head and said, "On the way from here to your house, you will pass a nightclub. I plan to go there to have fun."

Sokov looked at the sky outside, and then said: "Lena, it's not dark yet. It's a little too early for you to go to the nightclub at this time."

Hearing what Sokov said, Lena hesitated for a moment, and then said: "There is a gym nearby. It will be the same if you send me there."

The nightclub felt unsafe, and Sokov was worried about Lena going alone. But since she's going to the gym, that's no problem.

Sokov drove Lena to the gym, then turned around and drove home.

On the way, I passed a bookstore.

Seeing the bookstore, Sokov couldn't help but feel something in his heart, and then stepped on the brakes.

Seeing Sokov stop the car, Anna looked out the window and asked curiously: "Misha, what are you doing parking here?"

"I want to buy some books."

Hearing that Sokov wanted to buy a book, Anna asked curiously: "Misha, what book are you going to buy? Romance novels, historical or fantasy novels?"

"Military novels." Sokov looked at Anna and said: "It is best to reflect the Great Patriotic War."

"It's hard to find books like this in bookstores today." Anna said thoughtfully: "If you want to buy a book about the Patriotic War, we can go to the second-hand bookstall on Arbat Street. You might be able to buy it there. The book you want.”

"Okay, let's go to Arbat Street."

Sokov drove to Arbat Street, found a place to park the car, and started shopping with Anna.

There are many painting stalls on both sides of the street. Young or older artists sit among a pile of sketches, waiting patiently for customers to come.

"Anna," Sokov saw Anna's eyes constantly looking at the painting stalls, and asked tentatively: "Do you want the artist to draw you a picture?"

Ana didn't speak, just nodded.

Sokov looked around and saw that the owner of a painting stall in the front left was a middle-aged woman. He pointed there with his hand and said, "Anna, let's go to that stall."

Sokov came to the painting stall and asked the middle-aged woman politely: "Hello, how much does it cost to draw a sketch here?"

"600 rubles!" said the middle-aged woman: "In addition to sketching, I can also paint oil paintings, but the price is more expensive."

"Anna." After Sokov asked the price, he turned to Anna and said, "Tell me where the old bookstall is. I'll go there myself. You stay here and let the boss help you draw."

"Go forward along this street." The middle-aged female painter heard what Sokov said and took the initiative to guide him: "After seeing a Mumu restaurant, walk forward thirty or forty meters and you will see Go to an old bookstall, there are a lot of books there.”

After Sokov thanked the middle-aged female painter, he left Anna behind and walked deeper into Arbat Street alone.

As he walked, he kept thinking in his mind, wondering if he could find the old books he wanted at the old bookstall?