Chapter 160 To Scroll Through My Phone (Bug Fix): She's Really Going All Out
Ivanov continued pouring oil, wanting to make his partner fully aware of the ugliness and sinfulness of men.
Regardless of their social class.
"Don't assume that only poor men will take advantage of their children's wealth, or that children of officials who have never lacked money will at least not be after your money. Wrong!"
Ivanov waved his hand downwards forcefully, as if using all his strength to emphasize, "Completely wrong!"
He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and tore off the last piece of the fig leaf.
"On the contrary, this class is the most shameless and greedy. Anyone who has unrealistic fantasies about them will be lucky to escape with their life."
They were hypocritical and sanctimonious. They were greedy and selfish, and they would stop at nothing. They destroyed the Soviet Union.
oh--
We've gone off-topic.
However, the theme is correct; he needs to make Wang Xiao fully realize the shamelessness of the bureaucratic class.
This prevented her from harboring illusions.
He knew that Chinese culture, which has been passed down for thousands of years, emphasizes the social hierarchy of scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, with scholars being the highest level and admired by other social classes.
Although Wang Xiao is also the child of a cadre, as far as he knows, it was she who arranged for his parents to obtain their cadre status.
He truly admired her abilities, but this also showed that she hadn't grown up in a cadre family and couldn't fully understand this group of people.
But he's different. If the Soviet Union hadn't died, he would have been a true third-generation Red, and he understood the nature of that class all too well.
Shameless. There is no one more shameless than them.
“If you have money, they will definitely be eyeing it. Nobles are even more unscrupulous than the rich. There are far too many powerful people who do this kind of thing.”
Seeing him earnestly lecturing with spittle flying everywhere, Wang Xiao subconsciously rubbed her forehead and had to remind him, "My dear Ivanov, I never interfere with your girlfriends."
“My situation is different.”
“It’s the same,” Wang Xiao emphasized again. “You’re too nervous, Ivanov. We are all human beings, regardless of gender. You Russians have Catherine the Great, and we Chinese have Empress Wu Zetian. Look, they were both women, and they were never short of men around them. It’s not that women have to become ascetics to get things done.”
“OK!” Ivanov gestured, strangely persistent. “I expect you to have as many excellent lovers as Catherine the Great.”
Wang Xiao nodded: "Is that alright? Then we can skip this topic."
The car was stopped at the intersection, waiting for the traffic light to turn green.
An older woman was running ahead, shouting, "Stop thief! Stop thief!"
There are so many thieves these days that people have even organized their own anti-pickpocketing teams to deal with them.
Even during the Lunar New Year, thieves don't get a holiday; they're still diligently out on the streets doing their job.
A bus stopped nearby, and two tall figures jumped out.
I guess the person had exceptionally long legs, because the thief was pulled back in no time.
When the onlookers saw that it was a Russian who had caught the thief, they were immediately furious.
Well, you've embarrassed yourself in front of foreigners.
You need to learn a lesson.
A group of people rushed up and punched and kicked him. If the patrolling police hadn't arrived in time, the thief probably wouldn't have even made it through the first day of the Lunar New Year.
The light turned green, and the cars, like a timeline, continued driving forward.
Sitting in his car observing the whole scene, Ivanov couldn't help but frown: "This is terrible, there are more and more thieves now, even in Moscow."
Wang Xiao casually replied, "Unless it's electronic payment, theft will never stop."
When she was in college, a police officer who came to the school to do anti-fraud publicity bluntly said that they had been catching pickpockets for so many years, but the more they caught, the more there were, and they could never completely stop them.
When electronic payment suddenly appeared, and even the old lady selling cold noodles on the street showed her payment code, the pickpocket gangs instantly shrank.
They can't just not change their ways; they can't find a single coin in their pockets anywhere on the street.
Wang Xiao remembered clearly that she hadn't used cash for several years before she transmigrated into the book.
She described it to Ivanov, who listened with a puzzled look: "You mean credit cards? But many places don't accept credit cards, so you still have to carry cash."
"No, no, no, it's not a card reader," Wang Xiao emphasized the concept of electronic payment again.
Ivanov's eyes widened as he listened, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "Does that mean we can just bring a cell phone when we go out?"
Good heavens, why does she describe cell phones as the remote control of the entire world?
“Of course!” Wang Xiao nodded with absolute certainty. “Add a charger and a power bank as well.”
He understood the charger, but what was a power bank?
"A type of rechargeable battery, used to charge mobile phones." She gestured, "About this size. But it's okay if you forget to bring it, you can find a place to charge it."
She used an analogy, "like a gas station."
Ivanov's eyes widened. What kind of world was inside the Queen's head? How could she describe it so clearly, as if she lived in it herself?
Wang Xiao sighed, "That's why I'm working so hard, just so I can live that kind of life."
God knows how much she misses the good old days of scrolling through her phone.
Ivanov asked skeptically, "Is it really possible?"
Wang Xiao nodded firmly: "Of course, it can be done in twenty years at most, on every street corner across the country."
Does that include Russia?
Wang Xiao choked.
How could she know?
She knew very little about Russia before she transmigrated into the book.
Her moment of surprise caused Ivanov to break down.
The latter instantly looked weak, pitiful, and helpless, with a hurt expression on her face, muttering to herself, "So you never even thought of that."
Her goodness.
Wang Xiao got goosebumps all over. How did this guy suddenly become so pedantic? At this rate, even the Grand Eunuch of the Imperial Palace would have to admit defeat in front of him.
She could only rub her nose and emphasize, "This is not something I can control. If the Moscow government doesn't want to cooperate and refuses to use it, then no matter how good electronic payment is, it won't work."
Ivanov then snorted and turned his head away with a particularly arrogant air.
Wang Xiao subconsciously rubbed his arms.
Have some decency, buddy. Your image isn't suited for this kind of image; it's disgusting and unbearable.
It's clear that the saying in "Palace of Desire" is true: if you put a person in a woman's situation, he will become a woman.
Specifically refers to women vying for the emperor's favor in the imperial harem.
Good heavens! Wang Xiao felt a chill run down his spine. What kind of indecent words were these?
She quickly roused Ivanov's ambition, so he wouldn't get bogged down in trivial matters every day.
"Let's just buy the list."
The list she referred to was a list of inventions and creations developed by research departments during the Soviet era.
At that time, scientific and technological research and development and application were handled by two different departments.
This directly leads to a very low conversion rate of scientific research results. Of the thousands of research and development projects that produce results, only a few hundred are actually applied to economic production.
Today, when scientists themselves talk about this, they are heartbroken.
They should give it a push, go directly to the list, select the suitable ones, and it can greatly improve the efficiency of application.
Ivanov thought for a moment and said, "That works too. They should have the information readily available."
Once you've made your selection, simply contact the relevant research institution and its负责人 (person in charge), and you're all set.
The reason they emphasize institutions rather than individuals is because research and development in the Soviet era also followed a collectivist path, becoming the crystallization of collective wisdom, and did not emphasize individual achievements.
This is probably one of the reasons why scientists from the Soviet Union and the post-Soviet era, after leaving for Europe and America, did not produce many groundbreaking scientific achievements.
Besides their inherent wariness of them, the more important reason is that the two sides develop their technologies in different ways. People accustomed to the collective model may not be able to adapt to the capitalist research methods.
He was trying to figure out who he should contact directly so that someone could pack it up and deliver it to him.
He's definitely not going back to Moscow now.
We encountered another traffic light ahead.
As luck would have it, the same bus that had been there earlier stopped again on the side of the road not far from them.
This time, the car door opened again, and a large group of handsome men and beautiful women stepped out.
Even though the streets of Jinning in 1993 were far from brightly lit, with dim streetlights, there were very few shops open on the first day of the Lunar New Year, so they couldn't serve as supplementary lighting.
But their beauty still shines brightly, so much so that even the darkness of night cannot conceal it.
Wang Xiao laughed as soon as he saw it.
Only two Russians got off at the previous intersection, so she didn't recognize them.
With such a large group of people, she was certain that these were models from their company.
Sure enough, the last person to get off the bus was Xiang Dong.
Wang Xiao rolled down the car window and waved to him: "President Xiang—"
He looked up to the east, said something to the person next to him, and then strode towards the boss's car.
Wang Xiao said succinctly, "Get in the car, I have something to tell you."
After everyone got on the bus, she asked curiously, "What did you all do today? There are so many of you, what kind of activity is it?"
Although the trade city claims to be open during the Spring Festival and all suppliers are maintaining their operations, the Spring Festival is still the Spring Festival. It's already quite good that everyone can maintain the number of staff on duty; it's simply not a normal working mode.
In the next few days, who will hire them for filming?
"The TV station," Xiang Dong readily agreed. "The provincial station is putting on a variety show, and they've put together a program that they came up with at the last minute."
Although we are currently in the golden age of television culture, television stations have a particularly strong presence and enormous influence.
However, due to various factors, there are currently no local TV stations broadcasting their own Spring Festival Galas. Starting from Lunar New Year's Eve, every TV station is repeatedly and relentlessly broadcasting CCTV's Spring Festival Gala.
Jiangdong TV probably got carried away by the large amount of advertising revenue it received today and decided to put on its own variety show.
However, nowadays, even though celebrities do perform at events, during the Lunar New Year, unless they are paid double, they would definitely prefer to stay home for the holiday.
Anyway, we don't need this one more job.
Even TV stations don't have such a high budget; they can't possibly pay people according to the standards for a variety show concert.
So they took a roundabout approach, targeting local celebrities who were returning to Jiangdong for the New Year, hoping to get them to perform for their hometown folks at a discounted price.
However, this results in a very limited number of programs that can be used to fill the quota.
Upon receiving the news, Xiang Dong's mind raced. He immediately volunteered, leading his modeling agency's handsome men and beautiful women, all skilled in singing and dancing, to the stage.
They performed a medley of popular old Soviet songs, and the dancers were all themselves.
For the entire makeup process, the company also provided staff.
Our main focus is on door-to-door delivery, so we won't cause you any trouble.
Xiang Dong emphasized: "Although this job doesn't pay much, I estimate that once this gala is recorded, it will be played repeatedly in the future."
This is also related to the current weakness of TV stations in producing their own programs.
It's often said that the Spring Festival Gala in the 1990s was particularly good. In fact, besides the fact that the program production was indeed excellent and the skits and crosstalk were daring and outrageous, the most important point was that local TV stations would use the Spring Festival Gala program to fill the gaps in their time slots every now and then.
After seeing it so many times, it becomes a memory, and naturally, it's viewed through a filter.
What Xiang Dong values now is repeated playback, which can quickly expand the models' popularity and increase their company's presence.
As a result, more people will naturally be willing to cooperate with them, bringing them more orders.
Wang Xiao laughed: "That's great. Perfect timing, I also wanted to talk to you about singing and dancing."
As she spoke, she mentioned the thought that popped into her head when she saw Russian traders singing and dancing on stage at Jiangzhimen that day.
Xiang Dong had been in the commercial city for over a year and was extremely familiar with every plant and tree there.
He thought for a moment and then addressed the practical issue: "If the weather is good, it's fine; we can just set up a platform. But if it snows or rains, we'll have to stay indoors, otherwise it'll be too much for people."
However, all the buildings in the commercial city are currently in use, and it's not easy to find an empty room that can accommodate so many people in the short term.
Wang Xiao's understanding of the commercial city was not as good as his, so he didn't offer any advice.
After thinking for a long time, Xiang Dong finally made the decision: "If the weather is bad, let's move to the canteen."
The dining hall he was referring to was the resort's canteen. It was spacious and had tables and chairs readily available; as long as a spot was cleared, the actors could perform.
As for whether it will disturb customers' dining? That's not a big problem; just avoid it during their mealtimes.
The two discussed some details, with the core issue being maintaining the popularity of the commercial city.
As the saying goes, "If you are fragrant, butterflies will come."
As long as the popularity is maintained, more customers will naturally come to us.
Competition in foreign trade is becoming increasingly fierce. If they want to maintain their leading position, they need to ensure a constant influx of new customers.
Its unique position, in turn, benefits the modeling agency, bringing it a continuous stream of more orders.
The car arrived at the steel plant's residential area, and Wang Xiao got out and went upstairs.
The elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Wang, were watching TV at home, unsurprised by her leaving early and returning late (well, actually, it wasn't that early).
Seeing her return home, Chen Yanqiu simply asked, "There's some white fungus and pear soup, would you like some? Or should I make you some dumplings?"
"I'll have soup."
Wang Xiao brought the pear soup into the room, and just as she sat down, the phone rang.
Wang Tiejun, who answered the phone, called out, "Xiaoxiao, it's on the phone, it's for you."
Wang Xiao picked up the telephone on the desk in the room and said hello.
On the other end of the phone came Wu Haoyu's voice, a little muffled and puzzled: "Wang Xiao, what's the meaning of the envelope in the bag?"
Wang Xiao took a sip of soup, even more puzzled than her: "Did you lose the card? It says on it that you get a commission for helping to introduce Japanese stores to purchase Yun brocade ties and shawls."
Wu Haoyu raised his voice slightly, sounding quite urgent: "Why are you giving me this?"
“Yes, we have them all.” The pear soup was still a little hot, but Wang Xiao continued to stir it with a spoon, not in a hurry at all, and said slowly, “Everyone who introduces business will receive a commission.”
She chuckled, "Don't worry, these commissions are public now, not bribes, so you don't have to worry about getting arrested."
"That's not what I meant." Wu Haoyu was genuinely anxious, asking nervously, "Wang Xiao, are you upset?"
Throughout their meeting, she never lost her temper and smiled at him frequently.
But he couldn't explain why, he felt that he was drifting further and further away from her.
Wang Xiao remained silent for several seconds before finally speaking, just as Wu Haoyu was about to press for more information: "I think we made things clear from the beginning."
What do you mean by "explain clearly"?
Their relationship, which started with 419, even if it evolved to 4n9, cannot change its essential nature.
Wu Haoyu seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and his voice became dejected: "Wang Xiao, I think we can take it a step further."
“No,” Wang Xiao refused without hesitation. “I am an Engels.”
What's the meaning?
In his later work, "The Origin of the Family, Private Property and the State," Engels described the modern independent family as being built on the foundation of slavery, viewing marriage as a relationship of enslavement between men and women.
Therefore, marriage is a constraint on women, and in her view, it has no value whatsoever.
Wu Haoyu smiled wryly: "I can listen to you no matter what, and I still do listen to you now."
“No, no, no,” Wang Xiao retorted without hesitation. “This has nothing to do with your personal character. This kind of model has no reason to exist. The family is the smallest unit of exploitation. I am a staunch Engels. I hope we can respect each other and not try to persuade each other.”
"So?"
"So what?" He couldn't bring himself to ask, so she spoke first: "If you feel happy being with me, then we can stay in touch. If you feel it's a burden, a waste of time and energy, we can end it anytime. Relax—"
Wang Xiao comforted him, "You don't need to carry this burden yourself."
She once again took control of their conversation, and Wu Haoyu could only compromise: "OK, if we don't get married, can we live together? I'm preparing to apply for a transfer."
He was, after all, a diplomatic official, and had seen a lot.
In Japan, there are also many couples who live together for a long time without getting married, and their relationship remains very close.
But this time, Wang Xiao cruelly rejected him again: "No, I can't deceive you. I can only promise to be true to myself."
The breathing on the other end of the line became heavier. Wu Haoyu seemed to be struggling with his thoughts, and after a long while, his voice was hoarse as he asked, "You mean, an open relationship?"
“Yes!” Wang Xiao emphasized, “You are free. We don’t need to be a burden to each other. Just respect yourself.”
She thought to herself that she should have more dolls, dolls that suited her taste.
Since she already has her own factory, why should she compromise herself?
“Okay.” Wu Haoyu finally made a difficult decision. “I respect your choice.”
“OK.” Wang Xiao accepted happily and moved on to the next step. “There’s something I want to tell you. Your mother’s sudden appearance made me feel very uncomfortable.”
"My mom—"
“It’s not that your mother is bad or hurt my self-esteem. It’s just that I was suddenly meeting her without any preparation or consent. I felt it was an offense and a disrespect for my personal will.”
"I--"
"Of course, I am responsible for this."
Wang Xiao reflected on her actions, saying, "My decision to let you have New Year's Eve dinner at my house may have given you the wrong impression, making you think that our relationship could be elevated to the level of parents. I apologize for that; it was my carelessness."
She then expressed her approval of the other person, saying, "Perhaps you think that your mother's appearance and your introduction of me to your current partner shows respect and importance to me. But this is a difference in our understanding. I think our relationship doesn't need to be so complicated."
In the current environment, such thinking is quite rebellious and ungrateful.
Fortunately, Wu Haoyu was a diplomat and had been exposed to more foreign ideas, which enabled him to apologize: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to make you uncomfortable."
"It's okay." Wang Xiao was quite generous. "It's good that things are clear. It's getting late, I should wash up and go to bed. Goodnight."
With that, she hung up the phone decisively, ran to the bathroom to wash up, and then went back to her room to sleep.
Wang Tiejun and Chen Yanqiu are both a bit older and not as sleepy as young people; the TV was still on.
The elderly couple watched their daughter's retreating figure and secretly exchanged glances.
After her daughter's bedroom door closed, Chen Yanqiu couldn't help but whisper to her husband, "What's the deal with that Xiao Wu?"
It's normal for the Russians to come over and spend the New Year with them.
After all, the Russians don't celebrate the Spring Festival at all; they're just here to join in the fun.
That Xiao Wu is a Chinese citizen; there's no reason for him to spend the New Year at someone else's house.
"I don't care, I don't care."
Wang Tiejun seemed to be burying his head in the sand, saying, "You don't know your daughter, she's very stubborn. Whatever she wants, can you stop her? When she throws a tantrum, she can fly far away."
He held the button down no matter what, and managed to prevent his wife from eavesdropping on the phone.
Otherwise, if Xiaoxiao finds out, God, my intuition tells me that his family will never be able to celebrate the New Year.
Actually, Comrade Wang Tiejun was overthinking it. Wang Xiao didn't care at all whether his parents would overhear his phone call.
Ultimately, she was just someone who transmigrated from a book.
Besides, she was already an adult and successful when she transmigrated. She wasn't the kind of person who needed to find solace in something else.
It would be best if she could live peacefully with the elderly couple.
But if they can't get along, she can't force herself to live under the same roof with them.
Ultimately, she is a selfish person. She always puts herself first and would never compromise herself for anyone.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the crowds in front of the stalls promoting the "One Hundred Million Plan" grew even larger.
There were even reporters who came to interview Jiang Zhimen who proactively asked, "Is your plan targeting Russian inventions and creations?"
That's really going to great lengths, the Russians themselves went abroad to buy things from another group of Russians.
Wang Xiao, of course, denied it, and said with a smile, "Our program is open to the world. Right now, it's mainly Russians because of the Chinese New Year. We Chinese are all busy celebrating the New Year and can't come over. After the New Year, I estimate that those who come to register will mainly be scientists from our country."
Are you kidding me? Are you afraid they won't be spotted by spies? She'd rather die than admit that she's after the Soviet Union's technological heritage.
The reporter nodded and said with a smile, "That's perfect. We'll promote it here too, hoping that more scientists will take the initiative to enter the market and let their inventions benefit thousands of households as soon as possible."
After the reporter finished taking photos and left satisfied, Ovechkin finally seized the opportunity to ask Wang Xiao, "Miss Wang, what kind of technological invention do you want?"
His family has some connections in this area.
However, every technological invention could be written into a book.
Several thousand books is no small amount; such aimless speculation is less effective than directly targeting the intended audience.
Efficiency could be even higher.
But the problem is that Wang Xiao can't explain it clearly; she doesn't know what inventions or innovations the Soviet Union has made.
"I need a table of contents first to determine a general scope."
Ovechkin reminded her, "You can't tell anything just by looking at the table of contents; it's all very abstract."
Anyway, he can't understand it.
Ivanov found him annoying: "Just do what I tell you to do. Why all the fuss? Besides, only the Queen herself knows best what kind of world she wants to create. How can she possibly choose one if she doesn't look at it herself?"
But Ovechkin slapped his thigh, his eyes lighting up: "Simple! Just tell me what kind of world she wants. Describe it, write it into a science fiction novel, and then I'll take the science fiction novel to them and have them find the corresponding technologies they've already developed. Isn't that simple and convenient?"
Wang Xiao and Ivanov looked at each other in bewilderment.
Hey, that does seem like a good idea.
Most importantly, this group of people are actually quite incompetent and haven't really explored any technological advancements.
They might end up with a huge pile of documents that they can't understand, and they won't know who to ask to do the job.
To put it bluntly, China's scientific development is actually decades behind that of the Soviet Union. Domestic experts may not even be able to keep up and may not understand how other countries' research can be applied.
Letting Russian scientists do what they're good at is definitely more efficient.
Wang Xiao readily agreed: "OK, let's do it this way. We'll provide 100 million rubles in funding, as long as they can get the product made."
Haha! At this rate, she might be able to enjoy the good life of scrolling through her phone before the millennium, maybe in less than twenty years.
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The line from the TV series *Palace of Desire* mentioned in the article refers to a scene where Empress Wu Zetian, after becoming empress, takes in many male favorites, the most favored being Xue Huaiyi. To gain favor, Xue Huaiyi repeatedly threatens suicide to coerce Wu Zetian into visiting him. Wu Zetian, watching the weeping Xue Huaiyi through the palace gates, coldly says, "If you put a person in a woman's situation, he will become a woman." Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2024-02-25 07:22:53 and 2024-02-26 07:18:32!
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