Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Heigui Abuda was stunned for a moment. Although the time was short, it was enough for him to make an important decision.

He stared at He Daqing deeply, with a firm light flashing in his eyes, as if telling him:

"I believe you!"

Then, without hesitation, he helped the chief up and strode out of the ballroom.

He Daqing had a strong premonition that the great chief of Bababwe might not survive the night.

And this guy Abuda might really be able to accomplish great things.

He is not stupid, he knows how to bend and stretch, and he dares to make decisive decisions at critical moments.

It is no exaggeration to say that he has the potential to become a great hero.

After all, in the Black Continent where the average IQ is generally low, it is rare to find a guy like Abuda who is a little bit shrewd.

The Soviet Union was really creative and actually promoted the concept of socialism to the Black States region.

However, if you think about it carefully, it is not difficult to understand.

The people of Black states, who have long suffered from colonial rule, oppression and enslavement, naturally have a favorable impression of socialism.

After all, they crave equality and justice.

There are forty or fifty countries in this vast black continent, and almost all of them call themselves socialist countries.

The proletariat is the master of the country, and we all prosper and develop together. The most important thing is absolute fairness and justice.

In fact, when it comes down to it, isn't it just freedom, democracy, and human boxing?

It’s just that the Russians’ literary level is not high enough, so what they say is not that beautiful, but it actually means the same thing.

And the most important thing is that there are many advantages to being a socialist country.

As long as China verbally declared that it was a socialist country, the Soviet Union would provide it with large amounts of material assistance, as well as industrial technology and experts.

But black people are too stupid. Asking them to engage in industry is simply a joke.

For black people, isn't it like getting something for free if they get free material and food aid?

He Daqing felt like he was awesome.

If you dare to snatch a woman from me, He Daqing, you are courting death.

I only made a slight move, and the leader of a country will die with hatred.

Even though it is a useless African country like Papua New Guinea, isn't it still a country?

As the early morning bell rang, the ballroom played the last dance music, silently bidding farewell to the guests.

The Russian men and women, in groups of two or three, were arm in arm, rushing out.

Some impatient people started to make trouble in a slightly darker corner as soon as they left the dance hall.

No Russian who goes to the bar leaves empty-handed.

Most of them are the type that are hugged left and right.

You know, back then, the gender ratio in the Soviet Union was seriously unbalanced.

As long as you are a man, you will not be afraid of not finding a woman.

However, it is quite rare to see someone like He Daqing, who is surrounded by more than a dozen women.

Some Russians even gloated over his misfortune and secretly laughed at He Daqing.

If he plays like this, this guy will be ruined in less than a month.

He Daqing doesn't care about all these. He has booked all the pretty girls in the dance hall tonight. He is in a very good mood!

A group of people came to the guesthouse.

Waving the rubles in his hand, He Daqing got a large suite as he wished.

We originally planned to play for a while and then return to the delegation’s residence until midnight, but things did not go as planned.

Those charming Mao girls trapped He Daqing tightly.

Wait two days.

He Daqing rubbed his sore waist and when he opened his eyes, the sun was already very high in the sky.

I looked at my watch. Damn, it’s already eleven-sixty.

He Daqing's heart skipped a beat and he slapped his head hard.

Damn it, this is all over.

You have to know that He Daqing sneaked out of the delegation’s residence without communicating with his superiors.

Thinking of Marshal Zhu's awe-inspiring expression, He Daqing's heart began to pound.

He Daqing reached out and slapped himself in the face, cursing:

"He Daqing, ah He Daqing, you are such a loser, you will die in a woman's belly sooner or later!"

After He Daqing finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned and started to smile foolishly.

It seems that in my previous life, I have really experienced this kind of death.

Tsk tsk, what was that woman’s name at that time?

That figure, wow, is really attractive.

While He Daqing was in a daze, two girls in the crowd woke up and started to rub against him.

This rub made He Daqing angry again.

Damn it, never mind. I’ll definitely be punished when I get back anyway.

Before you are punished, you should still enjoy what you deserve!

He Daqing was quite open-minded and simply let go of the burden...

By the time He Daqing felt dizzy and walked out of the guesthouse holding on to the wall, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon.

He Daqing was hunched over, like an old man who was seriously ill.

Thinking about what would happen next, Marshal Zhu's thunderous rage, He Daqing's legs began to tremble.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m overdrawn or because I was scared.

He Daqing hesitated along the way, thinking hard about his next strategy.

What kind of excuse can I make to exonerate myself?

Hey!

It would be great if Minister Lin was leading the team. Then I, He Daqing, could just confront him and tell him I was going to play with women.

Before I had walked far, I passed an alley.

A few idle young men inside were punching and kicking an old man.

He Daqing took a look and decided to walk away. He had no intention of caring about such a trivial matter at all.

The little Russians are fighting the old Russians, the Russians are fighting the Russians, and it has nothing to do with Guan Yu.

Besides, beating old men is not something I have done before.

Although the old man was beaten to a bloody mess, he still held the briefcase tightly and begged:

“I’ve already given you my wallet, but you can’t take this briefcase.

I am an aircraft designer, and these are all confidential documents..."

Before the old Russian could finish his words, he let out a scream. It turned out that a little Russian hit him with a brick.

He Daqing, who had sharp ears, stopped immediately.

Haha, God help me too!

When you feel sleepy, someone gives you a pillow. Isn’t this a ready-made excuse?

He Daqing retreated back to the alley and started cursing:

"You little bastards, stop it right there!

Damn, didn’t I hear the old man say, is he an aircraft designer?

How dare you treat a national hero like this? Are you tired of living?

Yo ho, you dare to fight me..."

In five minutes, all the little Russians knelt on the ground, each with a bruised face.

After checking the old Russian's work credentials, He Daqing discovered that this old guy was indeed an aircraft designer, and a jet fighter designer at that.

“Old man, as an aircraft designer, why do you go out alone?

Where are your guards and driver?"