After looking through some scarce information from various sources, Jiang He spent almost the entire day in the office and almost crushed these pieces of paper.

He poured himself a cup of tea and just sat down when Lu Mingfeng came over from somewhere, standing in front of him with a cane, and handed him a notebook with a schedule he had compiled for him. "I think the things in it should be of great use to you."

Jiang He took it and flipped through it, and found that the content inside was more comprehensive than the information Yang Guojun gave him. "Where did you get this from?"

"I helped the old man translate some things before, and I would write down anything I liked or found useful. This book contains some information about loopholes in speech techniques that I compiled. This can help you successfully avoid the other party's language traps. I just heard Yang Guojun say this when he was on the phone. Tchaikovsky Loki is a psychologist in Russia, so he's the one you have to pay attention to." Lu Mingfeng said to Jiang He with a serious expression, "Also, try not to have physical contact with the other party. This person is not suitable." He didn't say much about other things, but his expression made Jiang He on the other side feel a little strange.

"Why? Can you tell me why?" Although he didn't ask this, his mind had already started to run wild.

As if he knew what was going on in the other person's mind, Lu Mingfeng chuckled twice, and then explained very seriously, "Although this person is very talented and well-known in Damao, his work style was criticized at the time. He was abandoned before because of his work style issues, but he was used again during this period of time. The situation is not that simple."

Jiang He frowned. Why did he feel that Lu Mingfeng meant that Tchaikovsky's private life was more than just a mess? But when he looked up at the other party's expression, he really couldn't see any problem. "Don't worry, I will never have too much contact with him. After all, the relationship between the two parties is still in a cooling-off period." The most important thing was that if he had too much contact with him, what if someone with ulterior motives saw it? There would be no problem in the next two years, but in another two years it would be a serious political issue. He was not that stupid.

The two of them then talked for a long time about Tchaikovsky's political performance and the key role he played in certain cities. They were still reluctant to leave until it was dark.

When he returned home, the two old ladies had already prepared dinner. As soon as he stepped into the door, he heard Cui Yu complaining and nagging. They didn't care about their own health and especially talked a lot to Lu Mingfeng. Seeing the other party feeling aggrieved but not daring to speak, Jiang He smiled heartlessly.

"Xiao He, this thing of yours is really good. Yesterday you were complaining about the heat, but today you worked without any complaints." Gao Youhui came back shortly after, carrying a wooden box on his back. Xiao Liuzi and a few other little kids were surrounding the box.

"Wash your hands first. I'll make popsicles for you after dinner." Jiang He rubbed the heads of the children and instructed the little rascals.

When the little kids heard that there was food to eat, they immediately stopped spinning and washed their hands obediently, preparing to finish their dinner before coming to eat this. They had only heard that there was food to eat.

"Brother Xiao He, I want an orange juice flavored cup, is that okay?" Xiao Liuzi was both nervous and expectant.

"Okay." Jiang He pulled the bracelets on both sides. After just five minutes, he opened the lid and took out the frozen popsicles from it and gave them to the children. Only then did he take a break.