Moscow, Red Square—

An old Soviet man wearing an old sheepskin jacket, sitting upright in a corner of the square with his hands dancing an old accordion made of birch wood, is playing "Night outside Moscow":

"Late at night, the garden is quiet everywhere

The leaves no longer rustle

How beautiful the night makes me feel

On this charming evening

How beautiful the night makes me fascinated..."

There were many pedestrians around, including tourists, and local people. Among the bustling crowds, Song Zhichao wore a black windbreaker, a brown scarf around his neck, and his hands were in his pockets, wandering among the crowd.

A cold current hit, and Song Zhichao couldn't help but shrink his neck, not understanding how could Moscow be so cold in autumn? No wonder Napoleon could not conquer this huge empire back then. The strange cold climate alone was not something that ordinary people could bear.

Thinking of this, Song Zhichao couldn't help but look at the two bodyguards beside him, Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong.

The bald man Jin Jiu and the macho Niu Xiong who followed Song Zhichao, these two guys did not seem to be afraid of the severe cold here at all. They were actually wearing thin clothes, comparable to the Soviets here.

It’s so annoying that people are more popular. Song Zhichao couldn’t help but shrink his neck again.

At this time, a man in Russian suddenly jumped out and stopped Song Zhichao and was startled. Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong hurriedly stepped forward to block each other in case he was not good for Song Zhichao.

The Russian said in a whisper, then pulled open his coat, and saw that the coat was covered with various watches, Rolex, Longines, Earl, Cartier, etc. The book is all golden and looks very rich.

Song Zhichao understood that he was a Soviet breach who sold fake watches.

The bald guys Kim Kowloon and Niu Xiong also saw that there are many similar people in Hong Kong, Mong Kok and Causeway Bay. There are a lot of people like this. Using fake watches to deceive Hong Kong tourists is a kind of fraud.

"Old Niu, do you speak Russian? Look at him rumbling, and I don't know what to say!" Jin Jiu asked Niu Xiong.

Niu Xiong shook his head violently, "I can't even speak English, so how can I speak these Russians in Russian?"

As bodyguards, Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong felt that it was necessary for them to shelter the boss from the wind and rain, especially in the face of this situation, they had to lead the way and send each other away.

Just when the two were in a dilemma because they couldn't speak Russian, Song Zhichao said to the man: "Sorry, we don't buy watches, and we don't come here to play."

The slander was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Song Zhichao to speak Russian and speak so fluently.

Even more surprised than this scapegoat were Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong. They opened their mouths wide and looked at Song Zhichao incredibly, thinking, is it true that the boss understands the language of the eight countries?

In fact, Song Zhichao understands Russian is also a coincidence.

In his previous life, Song Zhichao was doing machine repairs and technical consultants in the factory. Many of the heavy industry machines were either Russian or German. Many times, those Russians were very arrogant. When the machine broke, they invited them to come. They didn't count on food and drink, but they also had to pay a lot of money. For this reason, Song Zhichao couldn't stand it, so he taught Russian by himself, looked through the Russian books, machine assembly and maintenance, etc., and took down the Russian language by the way.

Because of this, Song Zhichao's Russian is also very sharp, but his accent is quite heavy. After all, he is not a junior college graduate, and he is a wild idea.

After being surprised, the Soviet slander suddenly laughed at Song Zhichao, stretched out his hand and said friendly: "Chinese?"

Song Zhichao nodded, "How do you know that I am Chinese? I may also be Japanese, Korean, Thai-"

"It's different," said the Soviet slander. "Only Chinese people like to learn Russian the most. People from other countries learn either English or French or Italian - we are friends!"

Song Zhichao smiled, then reached out and shook the other party, and then said, "Although our two countries are friends,..." He glanced at the watch hanging in each other's coat, "I really don't want to buy a watch."

The dissident rubbed his nose and smiled and said, "Of course, these watches are all parallel products. Judging from your clothes, you are also rich people. How can rich people wear parallel products? But if you want to buy the real one, I can also get it for you, but the price is a little more expensive and you need to add a lot of rubles."

Song Zhichao shook his head, "I don't need it regardless of whether it is true or not." After that, he smiled apologetically at the other party, trying to leave with his legs.

But the other party said in the back: "I wish you a happy, dear Chinese friend! Also, remember, those who ask you to feed pigeons must not pick up their food, as they will be paid for it if you pick it up..."

When Song Zhichao saw that there was a venue in front of him, there were many pigeons. A Soviet woman was selling bird food. Some tourists didn't want it. She forced her into her hands and asked for money.

Song Zhichao couldn't help but turn around and said to the Soviet slander who was about to leave: "Hey, friend, can you discuss something?"

The saint immediately turned around and said, "If you have anything to do, you can speak."

"Can you be my tour guide for a few days? I'll give you 1,000 Hong Kong dollars?" Song Zhichao said with a smile.

"One thousand Hong Kong dollars?" The banker's brown eyes immediately lit up. You should know that the currency in the Soviet Union is depreciating significantly now. Businessmen like him often like foreign exchange the most, rather than domestic paper money.

"Of course, it's OK!" The slander almost flashed in front of Song Zhichao, making Song Zhichao wonder if the other party understood the "Lingbo Weibu" in Chinese martial arts. "My name is Chekov, and I am a local from Moscow. Boss, your surname is yours. Where do you want to go? The most fun things in Moscow are besides Red Square, the Kremlin, and by the way, there is also Albat Street..."

Song Zhichao didn't expect this guy to talk so much, so he pointed to Chekov's coat, "Go to so many places, don't you delay your business, right?"

"It's okay! Look at me!" Then Chekov whistled to the side of the square.

A loud whistle echoed over the Red Square, and soon, a Soviet man who looked similar to Chekov and was wearing the same coat came over.

As soon as Chekov saw the other party, he took off his coat and handed it to the other party, then changed into the other party's coat, and then turned to Song Zhichao and said, "Okay, we have handed over the shift. Now I can be your most loyal director - tour guide Chekov, who is willing to serve you!" After saying that, he bent down behind one hand and performed a Tsarist Russian court etiquette.

Song Zhichao smiled, looked at Chekov, and then looked at Chekov's companion who was wearing a watch and coat and crawling into the crowd to start business. It was funny that this kind of thing could also be "handed over".

"Well, Chekov, now please take us to the best clothing store here. I want to buy a leather coat-oh, this damn ghost weather!" Song Zhichao shrank his neck.
Chapter completed!