"Pt. Pt. Pt. Pt.!" Xu Haoqiang was unhappy. His displeasure was clearly visible on his face, which showed Fei Ge's status.
Bi Yue suppressed her smile, feeling rather ungracious. She'd quickly poured a bucket of cold water on others who were talking so much.
The key is to irresponsibly evaluate the heroes in other people's hearts.
You see, her eldest brother is not happy about it and keeps giving her a look.
Uncle Xu didn't argue with the ignorant little girl. This time, he murmured as softly as possible, using a tone of nostalgia, nostalgia, and emotion to say:
"He went back to China and took the jewels from there to the south. He also took pearls and other things from our country to the Soviet Union.
That train belonged to Su Guo, and he carried four bags of goods for the driver, Su Guo, for free. He was also responsible for selling them on his behalf. To put it bluntly, he was giving money away for free. In exchange, he could deliver a large amount of goods to the train in advance, so there was naturally no 35-kilogram limit. Later, when he made money, he started to trade in furs...
Whenever a Chinese citizen is in trouble, he will lend a hand, no matter if it is on the bus or in the Suguo market. I dare not say that there are thousands of people like us who have received his help, but there are three to five hundred!
Some said he was a knight-errant who had been wrongfully imprisoned and had just been released, which was why he had come to the small mountain village on the border where I came from. Others said he might be a soldier. I asked him about it, but he was drinking heavily and didn't answer me. He was a man of few words.
Bi Yue's expression became serious this time.
Bi Cheng felt that he really wanted to meet this hero.
"We were fearless back then when we followed him. But he quit later, saying he wanted to go to the southernmost part of the country and told us we should stick together. After he left, the gang started looting and smashing things again. We dispersed, and I, your uncle, was afraid..."
A life of a trader full of ups and downs, grievances and a legend that will be remembered forever.
At midnight today, Bi Yue heard a story, but didn't take it too seriously. She didn't expect that later, she would have the honor of meeting the real person.
Most of the profiteers who embarked on this path have more or less heard the story of that person, the real predecessor.
And she was the only one who really saw the legendary "him" in the world.
Mr. Lin, who is as powerful as a beast in the business world, is a man with a complicated background but decisive and ruthless in his every move.
In Bi Yue's eyes, he was a very charming and successful man.
…
Perhaps it was the legendary and somewhat desolate story told by Uncle Xu that worked, and in the early hours of the morning, both the brother and sister were unable to sleep.
The words of the "experienced people" were heard by Bi Yue and Bi Cheng, and they also realized what kind of thorns they would have to go through if they wanted to make money on this road for a long time.
Or maybe the train really stepped out of the door, it was speeding, taking them to an unknown distance.
No matter how bad "home" is, it is still home, not to mention that "home" in the mid-1980s was very good.
Children who leave home have trouble sleeping at night, or at least they are filled with insecurity.
Bi Cheng seemed to have grown from a boy into a man overnight, and he thought a lot.
I used to be led by my sister and lived frugally, but now I’m thinking about the word “responsibility”. No matter how much I save, it’s not as practical as earning more money. How to earn more money, that’s the problem.
"Sister, take a nap for a while."
"Why are you sleeping? Can you feel it? We're slowing down and entering the station. We'll have to turn on the headlights soon. After this, you can go back to sleep. I'm old and don't sleep much. I'll be watching over you."
As if to confirm Xu Haoqiang's words, the lights in the carriage suddenly turned on, from dim to bright.
Bi Yue's big eyes were blank and dazed. As the light suddenly came on, she squinted her eyes and looked out the window. Her eyes slowly widened from squinting to widening, and curiosity flashed in her eyes.
We arrived in Mongolia. There was a black background with the Mongolian national emblem and a bunch of letters. I didn’t know what they meant. From a distance, only the letters were shining.
It was pitch black and quiet.
Why is the entire platform so dark?
No Mongolian soldiers standing guard?
The train entered even more quietly, as if it was sliding freely without any sound.
It gradually got closer and stopped at Zamyn-Üüd Station.
Bi Yue leaned forward and this time saw clearly that under the dim milky white light, teams of Mongolian soldiers were standing in line waiting.
What made Bi Yue feel nervous was that as soon as the train stopped, soldiers immediately appeared guarding the door of the carriage.
At the same time, Xu Haoqiang muttered softly:
"The inspection is strict. Don't say anything unless you are asked."
Bi Yue straightened her back and leaned back in her seat, now in someone else's territory. Other than the passengers who were unaware of the situation and were whispering, most of the other passengers in the carriage were awake but silent.
The soldiers entered the carriage one after another. They walked and looked around, not only "interviewing" but also randomly pulling off bags from the luggage racks as a way of random checks. Without saying a word, they opened the bags and rummaged through them, scattering them in the crowded aisle where no one dared to protest.
The ceiling lights and air vents were removed for inspection. Listening to what the train attendant said not far away, it seemed that he was explaining that the water in the bathroom could be seen clearly by opening the bucket, and removing them all would affect passengers' use.
There were so many people, but it was very quiet, with only the sound of the Mongolian soldiers' leather boots walking.
A Mongolian man in a white coat served as an interpreter for the Mongolian soldier, asking a dark-skinned middle-aged man:
"We suspect you have a hidden illness. Please show us your health certificate."
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Health certificate?
Bi Yue and Bi Cheng, who was sitting on the ground, looked at each other.
What is that? Our country doesn't issue this certificate to individuals?
It was only after the train conductor and the attendant explained at the same time that the middle-aged man was "let off" for inspection.
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