Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The old Russian wiped his broken head with his clothes, and his originally hunched body stood up straighter.

He straightened his clothes and looked a little disheveled, but there was an unyielding look on his face.

The old Russian at this time was no longer the timid and fearful old man.

With He Daqing's support, he seemed to have found support and courage, and no longer showed any sign of timidity.

He straightened his back, his eyes gleaming with determination, and said confidently:

"You little bastards, I'm a hero, how dare you treat me like this.

If I haven’t retired yet, I will have the soldiers shoot you immediately…”

His voice was loud and powerful, revealing a sense of majesty.

He tightly grasped the briefcase in his hand and smashed it hard at the little Russians kneeling on the ground, cursing as he smashed it:

"How dare you, ungrateful fellows, treat an old man who once performed great deeds like this?"

Under the intimidation of He Daqing's eyes, the little Russians dared not speak out. They could only hold their heads and silently endure the beatings from the old Russians.

Although they were filled with anger and unwillingness, they did not dare to resist easily in the face of such a powerful existence as He Daqing.

Although the old Russian is old, he has practiced boxing and kicking before, so he still has some strength in hitting people.

The little Russians grimaced in pain after being beaten by him, but they didn't dare to fight back.

He Daqing watched the old Russian gradually vent his emotions, so he waved his hand generously, signaling him to stop.

Then he turned to look at those little guys and said coldly:

"You little bastards, get out of here!

If you dare to do this again, I will kill your cows, do you hear me? "

His tone was stern, with unquestionable authority.

The little Russians felt the threat in his words, their faces turned pale as paper, and they nodded to show that they understood.

They knew they couldn't afford to offend the man in front of them, and if they didn't obey his orders, the consequences could be disastrous.

Finally, He Daqing watched the little Russians leave in disgrace, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a satisfied smile.

The farce finally ended and he successfully defended the dignity of the Russians.

The most important thing was that I beat up a few Russians, used my fists and feet, stretched my muscles, and felt indescribably refreshed.

He Daqing pretended to be concerned and asked:

"Old man, are you okay?

Do you need me to take you to the hospital?

Those little bastards are beyond the pale, treating our heroes like this.

I just heard you say that you have retired, why do you still have to worry about work after retirement? "

The old Russian sighed and shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

"No need, I'm fine!

I won't let those greedy vampires in the clinic be slaughtered for nothing.

I can take care of this minor injury myself."

He Daqing looked puzzled and asked without thinking.

"Old man, don't we in Mexico have a free medical system?

Do I have to pay for medical treatment?"

The old Russian looked at He Daqing as if he were an idiot and smiled coldly.

"You're not from Mexico, are you?

Free medical care?

You actually thought of this!

Well, if you have to say it’s free, it is free.

But although medical treatment is free, medicines and surgery are not free!

The wool always comes from the sheep. Don’t you understand this principle?

Forget it, I have other things to do, so I'll excuse you now!"

After saying that, the Russian turned and left, leaving He Daqing standing there, with a look of shock and confusion on his face.

How could He Daqing let the Russian go so easily? If the Russian ran away, how would he explain to his superiors?

So he followed without hesitation.

"Old man, please stay.

Your current condition is really worrying.

To be honest, I am not from Mexico, but from faraway China, and I came here to study...

Old sir, given your status and position, your pension should be enough for you to live a comfortable and pleasant life. Why don't you consider buying yourself a private car?"

"Young man, you don't understand!

My monthly pension is only a little bit, and I have to smoke, drink, and support a whole family. This little money is simply not enough!

Although I am old, I am still strong.

Humph! If it weren't for that bastard Rokovsky, I wouldn't have retired so early!

See this briefcase?

They encountered a problem in aircraft design and asked me to help them solve it. "

He Daqing's eyes rolled around, and he understood many things in an instant.

It seems that this old Russian guy must have failed in the power struggle and was squeezed out of his position by others.

However, he does have extraordinary skills in aircraft design, otherwise even if he had retired, his former unit would not have asked him to come back to help with the design.

As the saying goes:

Wear it a thousand times, but flattery never wears it.

So He Daqing immediately offered a series of words of praise.

"Old man, you are truly amazing!

Although he has already retired, he still cares about the aerospace industry. He is truly a role model for people like us!

The reason why Sulian is so strong is because of selfless old comrades like you...

Old man, I have made up my mind!

I want to learn from you and become a selfless person like you in the future..."

The old Russian felt a little embarrassed by He Daqing's praise. His old face turned slightly red and he quickly waved his hands.

"Oh, I'm not as great as you say!

However, I would be very happy if I could contribute to the construction of Guojia.

Besides, it’s not selfless dedication. They will give me a meager reward!

You know, I have a big family to support, and I have to smoke and drink, all of which cost money..."

"I understand, I understand, after all, we still have to live!

With your skill level, you should be paid at least 1,000 rubles a month, right?"

The old Russian raised his big nose and silently lit a cigarette for himself.

"Damn it, logically speaking, given my level, a thousand rubles is reasonable.

Those damn guys, even if they don’t give me a thousand rubles a month, they should at least give me five hundred, right?

Damn, they only gave me three hundred!

If I didn’t have a pension of 150 yuan, I would have to beg on the street…”

He Daqing's eyes lit up and he couldn't stop smiling.

"Old man, you are absolutely right.

With your skills, even ten thousand rubles a month would not be too much, let alone one thousand.

In our country, a technical expert like you would earn at least 3,000 rubles a month.

If you can provide key technologies, 100,000 rubles or even 1 million rubles is not too much..."