The train stopped, the door opened, and Bi Yue jumped out.
The Kyoto flight attendant was stunned by Bi Yue. When he finally reacted, his shouts were drowned out by even more heartbreaking screams:
"Just ten minutes! Ten minutes!"
Bi Yue jumped up, waved her hands and danced vigorously. Amid the conductor's "ten minutes" reminder, she shouted the first voice to the large crowd of Soviet people.
Within 200 meters, the Soviet buyers who were clinging to the car windows to buy and sell heard a hoarse, unpleasant, and shrill female voice:
"Polo! Polo! (T-shirt) Pull Polo! (Large T-shirt)"
Bi Yue shouted with all her strength, her hoarse voice breaking.
She felt an inexplicable surge of excitement throughout her body, and her heart was pounding wildly.
She was getting anxious. Seeing that the tall Soviet people were not rushing over, she was afraid that they would not understand the Russian she was speaking, which was half Corgi-like and she had just learned it. So she opened her coat with both hands, and the buttons immediately rolled to the cold ground.
With her coat ripped open, a frail girl, 1.7 meters tall, wearing more than a dozen old men's shirts, was exposed on the platform of Ulan-Ude.
Her onion-like fingers kept poking her chest, saying, "Come and see, come and buy, buy all the belongings I carried across thousands of kilometers."
I am the Dao Nainai, I am the legendary mysterious Chinese "Dang Ye", here I come!
In a flash, the aunties and grannies from the Su Kingdom, the women who couldn't squeeze through the tall men, rushed towards Bi Yue, chattering in foreign languages.
There were shouts, noisy sounds of kicking and running, and many hands waving at Bi Yue.
Bi Yue continued to jump up and down and yelled the half-baked "Polo, Polo!" with both hands pulling down her coat. She had only one idea in her mind: take off her clothes, layer by layer, for them!
Uncle Xu, who ran to the train door behind Bi Yue, also became busy. He shouted in Russian: "Toy gun!" The attendant, who was shocked by the shout, immediately rubbed his ears.
Xu Haoqiang's thumb was still flicking the lighter, and with a leap, he imitated Bi Yue and jumped onto the platform. Holding the lighter that was finally lit, he swung his arms around, and the flames were drawn into circles!
In fact, Xu Haoqiang was able to follow Bi Yue entirely by instinct.
Even though he was experienced, he just couldn't hold on and fell asleep. He woke up in a daze, and his physiological reaction was in a semi-dazed state. He was dreaming, and he had to think for a while, wasn't he at home on the kang?
He was completely confused. Xu Haoqiang had been relying on his instinct to lie under the seat and scratch his pocket. He did whatever others were doing. When he stood up again, he saw his "eldest niece" Bi Yue, so he naturally ran after Bi Yue.
The uncle had no idea what he was running for! It’s no wonder that people are slow to react when they get old!
Bi Cheng, who was the most slow-moving and was very afraid that others would steal his things, finally appeared at the train door with four plastic bags on his shoulders.
When Bi Cheng saw his sister and Uncle Xu, he hadn't reacted or said a word, but the Suguo aunts had very good eyesight and knew that the real source of goods was here, so they rushed straight to Bi Cheng.
Bi Cheng and Xu Haoqiang have the same goal, he also relies on instinct.
Suddenly, a dozen Soviet aunties in blouses ran towards him. The man was also a human being, and he was scared by the aunties' "enthusiasm", especially the 18-year-old boy, who had never seen such a scene!
Bi Cheng was carrying four rubber bags on his back. He was exhausted but he never felt embarrassed. But at this moment, he instinctively fled.
The rubber bag on Bi Cheng's shoulder was thrown into an arc by his rapid turn. One of his feet in leather sandals just landed on the ground and stepped back onto the steps of the train door. His immediate reaction was "someone is trying to steal the goods"!
The flight attendant, worried about Bi Cheng, grabbed him and Bi Yue shouted at the same time, "Brother! Give me the goods!"
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Time, era, the eighties engraved by time.
It is not only Chinese "smugglers" who will get excited when they talk about their days of struggle when they are old.
In fact, the Soviet people also have vivid memories of those years when they were eagerly looking forward to the arrival of the "smugglers".
Those scenes of grabbing goods remain in the memories of many people. Like history, they remain in the corridor of time.
…
Ninety-nine percent of the Soviet women who rushed to buy T-shirts were doing so to become middlemen, not to wear them themselves. They were buying them wholesale. After buying them from Chinese people, they sold them locally.
Bi Yue bent down and took out the goods from his pocket, shouting and gesturing the price. When he couldn't explain it clearly, he got anxious and just kept shouting: "Next! (Russian means ten)"
She wasn't talking about the price, she was reminding everyone that it only takes ten minutes to buy it or not!
Chaos, the scene was extremely chaotic!
Because they couldn't speak the same language, the aunties were scrambling to buy goods and stuffing money into their pockets. Uncle Xu was busy with his own business, and he was surrounded by a crowd of people.
Everyone was immersed in the noise and could not hear what others were saying. On the platform and at every window, the shouts of people delivering and buying goods, in both Chinese and foreign languages, could be heard for two miles.
It was Bi Cheng's first experience, and his reaction and adaptability were extremely poor. He just kept an eye on the goods to make sure they were not stolen. Only Bi Yue jumped up and down to grab the rubles, handing him clothes with one hand and the other.
How much is it? What is the uniform wholesale price?
Stop it, Bi Yue has no time to spare for ten minutes.
She listened to her eldest brother still slowly recalling how to explain the price she taught him, and she was so angry that she wished she had time to kick him a few times!
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