From the 1970s to the 1990s, on the K3 and K4 trains, two northern international trains known as the "Silk Road", traders hoped that the Chinese police would get off the trains as soon as possible, while at the same time they had a conflicting hope that the Chinese police would accompany them all the way to foreign countries.
Because at that time, China and the Soviet Union had regulations.
As long as the international train reaches the last domestic border station, Chinese police must get off the train according to the agreement between China and the Soviet Union, but the Soviet Union did not deploy any police force on the train.
This agreement resulted in the police from one country, starting from the departure station in Kyoto, checking passports every now and then and patrolling each carriage every few stations. Once they got off the international train, they did not need to ask which station they were going to. This meant that there would be no one to supervise them from then on.
How can a profiteer not be looking forward to it? Who wants to be controlled?
After all, our country has strict inspections within its borders. During patrols, they often glare at anyone they catch and ask, "What are you doing in the Soviet Union?" "Please show me your ID," and so on. If you don't look very decent and are unlucky, you might be interrogated twice just for going to the toilet.
So in the minds of the traders at that time, "the police got off the car" meant that they finally didn't have to hide goods, lie, or make up stories anymore, and they felt quite relieved.
What makes people feel more hopeful is that once the police are out of sight, they can openly display their goods and no country can control them. Qing is just waiting to start selling when they arrive at the station.
But human hearts are so complicated.
When there is no illegal or criminal behavior involving themselves, everyone is happy that there is no tiger in the mountain and the monkey becomes king.
If someone's seat or compartment next to them is robbed, some people will stand by and watch, some will give some dry food, and some will offer some advice and consider it a loss to avoid disaster.
Naturally, the traffickers had mixed feelings about wanting the police to accompany them along the way.
But why did they endure the hardship of boarding the northbound train? To make money!
Coupled with the mentality of taking chances, the traders were more happy than sad when the police got off the car.
The same is true for the brother and sister Bi Yue and Bi Cheng.
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Bi Yue placed her hands on her knees, her ten fingers playing an unknown rhythm, her big eyes fixed on the door of the box.
When Bi Cheng opened the door of the box, her eyes lit up:
"Have our country's police gotten off the bus?"
Bi Cheng smiled and nodded, then turned around and closed the door and said with a smile: "I don't know how many people are like us, hoping that they will get off the bus quickly."
Bi Yue clenched her fists and punched the air. She encouraged herself and said excitedly with a breath of fresh air:
"Well, once they disappear, we'll probably arrive at our first stop around three or two. Oh my! Big brother, we're really going to make tons of money. Great! Well, let's try to sell out as soon as possible, and then we'll catch the train back to Kyoto when we get to our stop. We'll have a prosperous new year!"
Bi Yue couldn't hide her excitement when she spoke, but her excited expression suddenly paused, and she seriously reminded Bi Chengdao:
"Dacheng, you have to remember, our leather jackets can't withstand the scrutiny of the Russians. If they spit on them, the color will fade. I'll hang these expensive ones up, and you keep an eye on your pockets and be careful not to let them look through them."
"Sister, if they really turn over..."
Before Bi Cheng could finish, Bi Yue interrupted him with a wave of her hand, her face full of disgust. How could this guy be so stupid?
"Just rub these two fingers together to indicate the amount of money, and wave it in front of their eyes. If they search their pockets, just say no, no, no. By then, there will be chaos, and they will probably automatically understand that it means you are handing over money and goods.
Besides, it's only a few minutes of parking, so there's no time to waste with them.
Remember, if you really encounter someone who pretends to be stupid and wants to inspect the goods, we are still more than ten stations away from Moscow. We are not short of buyers, understand? Don't sell it to him, that's how arrogant! Who makes their country incompetent! "
Bi Cheng frowned thoughtfully as he watched Bi Yue folding the quilt. He suddenly became curious about what had happened to his sister. He had never asked...
"Sister, you used to be like this only when you got first place in the exam. Now you don't care about the test results anymore. You seem very excited about anything that has to do with money."
The song Bi Yue was humming suddenly stopped. She turned around and looked at Bi Cheng, asking tentatively, "What's wrong? I did well in the exam this time, didn't I?"
Bi Cheng shook his head and shrugged in confusion.
"I just suddenly want to know what you've been thinking about. You said our family isn't short of money right now, and it's enough for us to live comfortably. We're both graduating soon, and you, especially, my uncle, also said that you shouldn't be messing around. Why are you suffering like this... Sister, I have something to say, but I'm not sure if I should say it or not."
Bi Yue glanced at Bi Cheng and guessed what Bi Cheng was wondering about.
The psychological trauma of lack of money that she and Bi Cheng suffered was not much different, except that she understood a lot after experiencing it, while Bi Cheng still preferred to follow the routine and muddle through.
"explain!"
"Don't you have any ideals? Don't tell me your ideal is to make money all the time."
ideal?
Bi Yue smiled unnaturally.
How long has it been since someone spoke such abstract words to her?
Bi Yue said disdainfully:
"Isn't it okay to take money as an ideal? The more money the better. I don't mind it being a chore.
Do you think we can live a peaceful life with just 10,000 or 20,000 yuan? Put it in the bank and earn the interest?
Have you ever observed Kyoto? Six months ago, the houses were unremarkable, but six months later, they're being torn down and replaced by skyscrapers. A bowl of soy milk used to cost ten cents, but now it's only three. You live a comfortable life now, but in the future, even with ten or twenty thousand yuan, you won't even be able to buy a place to live.
People don’t have the confidence to be proud if they don’t have money.
Dacheng, you don't think it's a big deal now that you're a student, but when you enter society, I'll say this: money is a powerful indicator of whether a person is successful.
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