"Did the people on the train give you any trouble just now?" Babulev asked, sticking his head in.

"It cost us two hundred rubles," Zhang Zhiyuan replied.

"охуевший." Babulyev threw out a shameless Soviet national curse and turned to leave.

"Babulyev, forget it. I guess it will be over this time. It's just two hundred rubles." Wan Feng didn't plan to cause trouble on the train. Two hundred rubles was nothing.

"Wan! You're overthinking it. Do you think this is the end? We have nearly ten hours to drive. After this one time, I dare say they will come again in more than an hour. So we can't let it end. If it ends, there will be no end. Just wait for me to find them."

After saying this, Babulev disappeared outside the box.

This time, Wan Feng once again realized the shamelessness of the Russians.

There are people in China who ask for money, but usually they just ask once and that’s it.

For example, if the traffic police fine you once, at least you can drive your car to your destination with the fine receipt and the traffic police will not ask you for money again.

When you ask someone to do something for you, once you spend the money, the task is almost done.

I didn't expect that the Soviet Union had a time limit for spending money. After the time limit, you can still ask for it again or more times. Do you still have any shame?

This time it really opened my eyes.

Since that was the case, Wan Feng didn't stop Babulyev from asking for money.

It took Babulev about ten minutes to come back, and the money was returned, but only one hundred rubles.

"They won't come back to Khabarovsk to ask for money."

"Haha, Babulev, you think you can take back what someone has eaten?"

"They dared not to give it to me. Even if they didn't go to Blagoveshchensk every day, they would go several times a month. I told them that if they didn't return the money, I would disappear in Blagoveshchensk. Even so, they didn't return all the money, but only half. However, they promised not to come back for it before we got to Khabarovsk."

The underworld does have some deterrent effect at this time.

"Aren't you afraid they'll come to Khabarovsk to take revenge on you?"

"What's so scary about the little train conductors and police on the train? If they take revenge, will they still work on the train? I can just arrange a few of my men in Bu City to make them tremble with fear. Okay, you guys take a rest. Call us if you need anything." Babulev retracted his head.

"Are Shamilov's people still okay?" Zhang Zhiyuan sighed as he pinched the banknote with Lenin's portrait in his hand.

"Uncle! Don't be blinded by the immediate benefits. The Russians are not very human. It's because of their vested interests that Shamilov's people are being polite to us. Otherwise, they might bite us even harder. Remember, no matter what Russians you meet in the future, don't be too friendly with them. They change their attitude faster than turning the pages of a book."

This is not slandering the Russians behind their backs. Since the opening of the ports between the two sides, the most common phrase said by people who have done business with the Russians is: the Russians are inhumane.

This is a warning quote written with blood and tears.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when Wan Feng and his friends got on the train. The train was scheduled to arrive in Khabarovsk at one o'clock in the morning. It was now half past five and time for dinner.

After locking the door of the compartment, a group of people came to the dining car No. 4.

Wan Feng really didn't have much interest in Russian food, so he just ordered a piece of barbecue and two toasted breads.

I had just taken two bites when a Chinese voice suddenly came from behind me: "Compatriot, are you Chinese?"

It was impossible for five or six people to sit at the dining table on the train, so Wan Feng and his group of ten people were divided into three dining tables.

Wan Feng was sitting at a square dining table with Alexei Babulev and Han Guangjia.

Behind Wan Feng was the Russian youth led by Alexei, and behind them was the table where Zhang Zhiyuan, Chen Dao and Han Meng were sitting.

Who are we called compatriots?

The word "compatriot" is only used on paper or in propaganda. No one uses this word in spoken language among the people. At least in the north, you will never hear anyone call others compatriots, but you can hear people calling each other fellow villagers everywhere.

This is still called compatriots.

Wan Feng turned around and saw a man with black hair and yellow skin appear at the table where Zhang Zhiyuan and Chen Dao were sitting.

He looked to be around thirty years old, wearing a dark red long-sleeved sweater. His head shape was nothing like that of Chinese people, and he looked a bit creepy.

Zhang Zhiyuan was a little happy to see someone like him suddenly appear in a car full of blond and blue-eyed foreigners: "Yes, brother, you are also Chinese?"

"Yes, yes, I'm Chinese too, a fellow countryman. Where are you from?"

Zhang Zhiyuan enthusiastically invited the other party to sit down, and then started to talk to the local people.

The man said his name was Qin Guangbo.

Qin Guangbo's Chinese is no longer very fluent, and the tone and pauses of some words sound incomprehensible.

Wan Feng concluded that Qin Guangbo had been in the Soviet Union for more than five years or even longer.

The most likely reason why he stayed in the Soviet Union for such a long time was that he committed a crime in China and had no other choice but to run here.

When Wan Feng was a child, he often heard about people running to the Soviet Union. At that time, there was a special term called "investment repair".

It means to surrender to the Soviet revisionists.

It can be confirmed that this is a defector.

Wan Feng was a little curious about these defectors. How did they survive? Didn't they get shot by the Russians?

Even after dinner, Zhang Zhiyuan and Chen Dao were still chatting nonsense with Qin Guangbo.

After finishing his meal, Wan Feng returned to the box and went to Alexey and the others' box. He wanted to know about the current living conditions of these defectors.

"Alexei? Never mind. I don't think you know the answer to this question, Babulev! I want to know about the Chinese who once sneaked from China to your side. Have you seen them?"

Babulev nodded. "I've seen some, and there are some in Bu City, but not many."

"Tell me about their situation. I wonder if they're not politically valuable if they sneaked in here, won't they be shot?"

Babulev recalled for a moment before saying, "I don't think anyone was shot, but they were all arrested and sent to uninhabited areas in the forest to cut wood and open up wasteland."

These bastards thought they could enjoy themselves by coming here, but they didn't want to be sent to do hard labor. This can be considered as God's will.

“Do you know the survival profile of these people?”

"Some died in the forest, and those who survived found ways to escape. Some hid in the countryside, while others fled to the city."

"Don't you authorities care?"

"Then I just let it go. You know, our country is vast and rich in resources. Especially in the Far East, there's usually no one to be seen for hundreds of miles. Coming here can be considered as filling the population."

What's the point of pointing at this population filler?