Li Xiangdong stated directly, "October 22nd. From that day onwards, the weather will be bad, continuing until the end of November."

Mr. Guo's eyes darkened. "That's terrible."

If the Varyag cannot pass through the Bosphorus Strait in October, it will have to continue to linger in the Black Sea. Given the current unpredictable world situation, who knows what unexpected problems might arise?

Mr. Guo left in a hurry.

Chunshuwei hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Li Xiangdong pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just say what you want to say!"

Chun Shuwei squinted at Li Xiangdong's expression. "You... can tell fortunes? You can even predict the weather?"

Li Xiangdong's heart skipped a beat, but he had a half-smile on his face. "What's wrong? People with worries come to fortune-telling stalls. Are you so worried that you need me to tell your fortune?"

Chun Shuwei scoffed, "You'd better know how to tell fortunes!"

Ideally, it should be calculated, rather than based on some other reason.

The two chatted for a few minutes and then went their separate ways.

On the third day, Mr. Guo called to tell Li Xiangdong and Chun Shuwei that they had reached an agreement with Mirzaoru that passage was possible as long as the weather was suitable and the port conditions allowed!

Upon hearing this news, Chun Shuwei jumped for joy!

Li Xiangdong felt relieved.

"I'm going to the port right now! I'll treat them all to a meal and drinks! We need to get through as quickly as possible!"

Chunshu Wei said excitedly.

Li Xiangdong stopped him, "You don't need to go!"

Chun Shuwei was dumbfounded, "Why?"

"What do you think I've been doing all this time?"

......

As it turns out, Li Xiangdong's interpersonal skills were quite effective.

The port quickly notified Chun Shuwei that the weather would be fine on August 30th and passage would be possible!

The passage of the Varyag through the strait was broadcast live continuously by every television station in Turkey.

The television station also simulated what dangers the "Varyag" would encounter when passing through the strait and what its route would be.

August 30, 1994, was seven years, two months, and one day earlier than in the previous life.

The sky was clear and the wind was calm.

Port workers began temporarily closing the Bosphorus Strait, one of the world's busiest waterways, in the early hours of the morning to allow the Varyag aircraft carrier to pass through.

At 8 a.m., the morning mist dissipated, and the view suddenly became clear.

The massive Varyag, without any power, slowly entered the winding and narrow Bosphorus Strait, escorted and towed by 11 tugboats and 12 rescue and fireboats.

This spectacular scene attracted countless people to watch.

Although both sides of the Black Sea are lined with fish restaurants, making it easy to find a place to eat and enjoy the view, the level of crowding this time far exceeded Li Xiangdong's expectations.

How can I describe it?

To paraphrase a famous line from later generations, it was a scene of deafening gongs and drums, crackling firecrackers, waving red flags, and a sea of ​​people.

Of course, the first three sentences may be an exaggeration, but to say that the crowds were huge and the streets were deserted would be an absolute accurate description.

The fish restaurant was fully booked well in advance, with everyone eager to see how the Varyag would pass through the Black Sea straits.

Li Xiangdong regretted his rash decision to squeeze into the crowd.

He felt like he was about to be squeezed into a photograph.

Surrounded by a group of foreigners, the strong body odor made him almost nauseous.

Just as he was struggling to escape the crowd, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw Gui Yuhe.

"Come with me!"

Li Xiangdong tried to turn around, but it was very difficult. "I can't get out!"

"......"

Gui Yuhe, without anyone knowing how, quickly parted the crowd, grabbed Li Xiangdong, and dragged him away.

Li Xiangdong was initially quite happy, but the closer he got to Gui Yu, the more he felt something was off.

"Ugh... What's that smell? Why does it stink so bad?"

As Li Xiangdong made a very obvious vomiting motion, coupled with Gui Yuhe's strong stench, the crowd spontaneously dispersed.

The two walked two hundred meters and finally arrived at a very simple fish restaurant.

Zhang Lu, Park Young, and Du Liang were leisurely sitting in their seats by the sea, sipping tea.

"East! Here, sit here!"

Li Xiangdong rushed to Du Liang's side and took a deep breath of fresh air. "My god, it almost suffocated me!"

Despite the strange looks from the tourists, Gui Yuhe strode to the toilet to get rid of the stench on his body.

When he came out again, the unsettling stench had indeed faded.

Li Xiangdong was so overwhelmed by the stench that he felt the stench was unbearable whenever he saw Gui Yuhe.

Gui Yu said to Li Xiangdong with dissatisfaction, "If it weren't to get you out of this mess, would I have bothered with this stupid trick?"

Park Young chuckled, "The effect is remarkable! We were watching just now, and no one dared to come near you two within a five-meter radius!"

Zhang Lu and Li Xiangdong boasted, "This idea was mine! Finding stinky tofu was a real pain..."

"Hey! It's coming, it's coming!"

Du Liang suddenly spoke up.

At this moment, the group forgot about their verbal sparring and all their attention was drawn to the enormous vehicle that was slowly approaching.

On the calm sea, the Varyag moved slowly forward at a speed of four knots.

As the Varyag moved, cheers occasionally erupted from the crowd.

It's practically a moving mountain!

Li Xiangdong took out his camera and snapped several sets of precious images of the Varyag passing through the strait.

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