Shamilov stuck a mustache on his mouth, put on a long-haired cotton hat, and gave himself a cane, which made him look a little funny.
I looked left and right in the mirror for a long time and was very satisfied with my makeup skills.
As long as Babulev's men didn't recognize him within a few minutes, he would have a chance to escape.
When he walked on the street, he deliberately hunched his body to make himself look old and frail, like an old man in his twilight years.
Now you can go to the trading area to find the young Chinese man.
Shamilov took the bus to the Amur River.
The Soviets called the Longjiang River the Amur River instead of the Longjiang River.
At this time, many Bu City citizens and vendors were walking on the ice of the Amur River towards Daheihe Island, and some were driving to Daheihe Island. The river was bustling with people.
Daheihe Island opens at 8:30, and it is now 8:15.
According to Shamilov's calculations, he would arrive at the entrance of Heihe Island just when the door was open, so he wouldn't have to waste time and increase the danger.
Shamilov mingled with the crowd and arrived at Daheihe Island in more than ten minutes.
When he stepped into the entrance of Daheihe Island, Shamilov's heart suddenly rose to his throat. If he had not closed his mouth quickly, his heart would have flown out of his mouth.
Because outside the entrance gate, there were two big men standing conspicuously on both sides of the entrance, staring at the crowd entering Daheihe Island with a fierce look.
His intuition told him that these two guys were Babulev's men, and they had participated in the ambush against him yesterday.
In order to avoid being discovered by the other party, I have to make myself, the old man, act more realistically.
Shamilov, who was leaning on a crutch, suddenly slipped and fell on the ice.
Then he fumbled for a long time trying to stand up, like a turtle lying on its back on the beach.
The two big men laughed at his clumsy appearance.
A girl wearing a white mink coat and a white long-haired mink hat probably couldn't bear it, so she walked over from the crowd who were turning a blind eye and helped Shamilov up.
Shamilov was about to say thank you but when he saw the girl's face, he was scared to death. He quickly lowered his head and said thank you in a hoarse voice.
"Let me help you in." The girl enthusiastically helped Shamilov into the entrance.
After stepping onto Daheihe Island, Shamilov's heart calmed down. After entering the trading hall, he was about to thank the girl when he suddenly heard a vicious voice in his ears: "You bastard, still pretending!"
Then my ears started to hurt.
Shamilov bared his teeth and said, "Let go! It will fall if you don't let go."
"Let go! You bastard, you just wiped your mouth after eating and then disappeared with me. I wonder if you can still disappear!"
"Nisha, let's talk now. Let go of your hand first."
"Let go? What if you run away again if I let go?"
"I promise not to run."
"If you run away again today, you'll either stay on this island or go to China. I'll bring people to wait for you at the entrance, and I'll see how you get out." Nisha let go of Shamiloff's hand.
Shamilov rubbed his ear, which was almost torn apart by Nisha: "Nisha, how did you recognize me?"
"I recognized you the moment you stepped onto the river because you had your features."
"Are there any characteristics? What characteristics?" This is something I must know so that I won't be recognized by Nisha in the future.
"Of course I can't tell you this. Tell me why you're hiding from me?"
Today, Nisha was wearing a white mink coat, which showed a bit of luxury and looked very pleasing to the eye.
"You're still blaming me? Look, your brother wanted to strip me naked and freeze me into an ice sculpture outside. How could I not hide? I can't beat him!"
Nesa laughed. "Who made you disappear recently? Actually, my brother wanted to capture you and marry me. How could he freeze you to death? What would I do if you froze to death?"
Hearing Babulev's thoughts, Shamilov breathed a sigh of relief: "How should I know? If I had known this, I wouldn't have hidden myself. At most, I'll suffer a little and marry you."
"What? Say it again!"
Nisha glared, and unexpectedly saw the shadows of a group of people in her eyes.
The group stopped in front of Shamilov with great dignity.
Nisha involuntarily shrank towards Shamilov.
The people in front of her had a very powerful aura. She had also felt this aura from her brother, but the aura of her brother seemed to be a little different from that of the people in front of her.
"Shabilov, do you have any good news for me today?"
"Of course there is good news."
Wan Feng nodded: "Let's talk over there."
Shamilov turned around and said to Nisha, "Nisha! Wait here for me. I'm going to make a deal."
"What if you run away again?"
"Promise not to run away. Didn't I say I'll marry you in the future?"
"How can I trust you?"
Wan Feng looked at Shamilov with amusement.
There were more women than men in the Soviet Union, and many women couldn't find men. Even if they could find one, they couldn't keep it because there were too many temptations outside.
This created a situation in which Soviet women had trouble finding marriage and women were chasing men.
"Your fiancée?"
Shamilov nodded.
"Yes, although her appearance is a bit ordinary, she has a face that will bring good fortune to her husband."
Shamilov was a little confused: "What is a lucky face for a husband?"
"You Soviet people don't understand these things. It means that if you marry a wife like this, your career will get better and better."
Shamilov's eyes flashed. "Really? Why don't we have such a statement?"
What do you know except your single-mindedness? When our Chinese ancestors started fortune-telling, you Europeans were still picking fruits from trees.
Wan Feng and Shamilov came to a secluded corner.
Shamilov took out the industrial distribution atlas of Bu City from his pocket and handed it to Wan Feng.
Wan Feng handed it to Liang Bingyu casually.
He can handle simple spoken English, but he is confused when it comes to Russian.
"It's a pretty detailed introduction to each factory in Bu City, describing everything from when they were founded to their development trajectory."
Wan Feng snapped his fingers and said, "Shabilov, you did a great job, Mingdou! Give him the reward."
Li Mingdou took the backpack off his back and threw it to Shamilov.
"I don't think money will be of much use to you, so these things will serve as your payment."
Shamilov opened the zipper of his backpack and his eyes were almost dazzled. Inside was a mess of various small commodities, probably dozens of kinds, ranging from nail clippers, key chains, chewing gum, toothpaste and toothbrushes to cans of wine.
The most valuable thing is that there is a bottle of wine!
It cannot be said that all Soviet people were alcoholics, but it is not unfair to say that eight out of ten of them were alcoholics, regardless of gender.
"Master Khara!" Shamilov said hello. He hadn't drunk a drop of wine for several days.
These things can be sold for at least a thousand rubles in the Bu market.
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