Tang Yue returned to the car, her mind preoccupied with how to bring those people back to China. She lost all interest in teasing the general in front of her, and naturally, he couldn't detect her presence at all.

Before long, dawn broke. General Igorevich was completely unaware of the theft that had occurred to his troops.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, Tang Yue saw a city appear before them, but the group did not intend to enter; instead, they left directly from the highway outside.

Tang Yue wasn't having it. She wouldn't miss any opportunity to take advantage of a bargain. This city was quite large, and she'd already bought everything she could from the farms along the way. She definitely wanted to explore this big city.

Tang Yue rolled her eyes and made a few small movements, causing several nearby cars to suddenly stop simultaneously. The cars came to a halt, and General Igorevich immediately gripped his gun and looked around warily.

The soldiers in the other vehicles who were responsible for escorting the goods also raised their guns. Several people jumped out of the vehicles and began to check the ground. Tang Yue had already flown away.

The cities in Russia are very different from those in Japan.

The streets of this city are permeated with a strong atmosphere of socialist construction. Tall and magnificent Soviet-style buildings rise from the ground, their sharp angles exuding power and solemnity, as if proclaiming the nation's respect for heavy industry and collective strength.

In the factory area, towering chimneys stand tall, billowing thick smoke, and the roar of machinery is incessant. On the streets and alleys, people hurry along, their eyes reflecting a firm belief in the nation's development. They wear relatively uniform, simple, and durable clothing, heading to their respective jobs.

Unlike Russian cities, Japanese cities place greater emphasis on commercial prosperity and the absorption and integration of Western culture. In the midst of rapid economic development, they also carefully safeguard their local cultural traditions, resembling a delicate and diverse ukiyo-e painting.

Tang Yue sighed inwardly. She knew she had to take her family out for a trip sometime. This world was truly wonderful. And there was so much to see and do. Tang Yue didn't care whether it was daytime or not; she was pressed for time and had a heavy workload.

At a building materials processing plant on the outskirts of the city, a worker was putting raw materials into a machine for rolling. After pouring the raw materials into the machine, he turned around to move another bag, only to find that the high stack of raw materials behind him had disappeared.

His face, covered in a thick beard, suddenly lost control of his expression.

What happened? He spread his hands, ready to explain the situation to his coworkers, but then he turned around.