Chapter 757 Spring in Moscow (Third update, please subscribe)
There are many companies that are not famous, and there is not just one Lide company.
Among the numerous trading companies in Nanyang, Sunan Trading Company is also not well-known. Even the office building it rents is far away from the main business district.
Not famous, not even in business, but... Soviet Nanyang Trading Company, you can know his identity just by hearing this name. It is listed in the surveillance list of the Security Bureau and is called - foreign intelligence agencies in Nanyang.
There is no problem with this. After all, it is an intelligence agency itself.
In the past few days, Sunan Trading Company has been busy with the trade delegation. As soon as he learned that Nanyang would send a delegation headed by Liu Chengyu, Ivanovich immediately said excitedly.
"Okay, now I am sure that Nanyang also hopes to expand trade with us."
"Why do you say that?"
Ivan asked.
“Because of Liu Chengyu.”
Ivanovich explained.
"Captain, as we all know, even a private delegation should have an unofficial representative. Our original main invitation was Zhu Yihai from the labor company. Although he is a businessman, although he has an extremely close relationship with Li Yi'an But he doesn’t have any official background, but Liu Chengyu is different. Although the Overseas Chinese Affairs Commission he works for is an “organization”, it has an official background. On the other hand, he is also the former director-general of the Ministry of International Trade and Industry!”
As soon as he heard this official title, Ivan said quickly.
“Ah, it turns out he is the former Director-General of the Ministry of International Trade and Industry. Then we must send officials of the same level to receive him!”
“Yes, he said he was a private representative, but he is very Maybe an official representative!”
In fact, there is nothing wrong with Ivanovic's judgment. Just like in another world, the United States often uses former ministers and officials to go to certain sensitive countries, essentially using private individuals to represent the official state.
This is nothing more than a means in international exchanges.
"So what else is in the delegation?"
......
While Soviet intelligence personnel were analyzing the members of the delegation, they were preparing targeted " "Warm reception", in the Secret Intelligence Bureau, Cheng Pengan was also looking through the list of delegations. As the chief intelligence manager of Nanyang, he was also very concerned about this delegation's visit.
"Wen Tao, I'm afraid I have to make a trip to Moscow for you this time."
Jia Wentao, an old classmate, heard his words and said directly.
“I said, first we must reach a consensus. For the first time, I absolutely cannot stay here permanently.”
“Okay, just during the meeting.”
“ I hope, you guy, you said one year last time, but it turned out that I stayed in Japan for almost six years..."
When it comes to the pirate ship he boarded back then, Jia Wentao is still a bit "grudgeful" even now.
Listening to the complaints of his old classmates, Cheng Pengan joked.
“Oh, just thank me. If you hadn’t gone to Japan, you would have found four beautiful ladies and given birth to nine children. This is such a blessing. Among so many of our friends, You are the only one."
Faced with his friend's teasing, Jia Wentao didn't bother to answer him, so he just changed the subject and asked.
"Tell me, what mission did I have to go over this time, and in what capacity did I go there, by the way..."
After thinking for a while, Jia Wentao added.
“They know my identity. After all, I had many contacts with their people when I was in Japan.”
“I know, and this is why you need to go there. , Regarding that friend you met in Japan, Sergey...hasn't he returned to Moscow a long time ago? Now that they have got the list, we should meet."
"We should. "
Jia Wentao nodded.
"Then when will I leave?"...
At five o'clock in the morning on April 1, a white swan roared up from Chang'an Airport and headed northwest. , after transiting through New Delhi for refueling at 11 noon, it took off again an hour later, heading towards Moscow.
At 1:13 pm local time in Moscow, the white swan with the unique roar of the turbofan engine landed at the Moscow Airport. The elegant white swan immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone at the airport looked at the plane with surprise and envy - it was the first jetliner to land at Moscow Airport.
"Is this Moscow?"
When he walked out of the cabin, the cool air made Liu Chengyu feel a hint of the chill of the north.
This is Moscow!
The capital of the workers of the world, the red center of the world!
The group of people walked into the customs hall. There were some uniformed military police standing by the wall of the hall, and the military police looked at them.
The walls depict powerful paintings of a strange country, the other side of the Iron Curtain.
Being behind the Iron Curtain, both the leader Liu Chengyu, Xiao Qian, Zheng Silu and other members all seemed a little reserved.
At this moment, Zhu Yihai stepped forward and said.
“Don’t be so nervous. In the coming time, you will fully feel the enthusiasm of the Soviet people. Believe me, this trip will become a very beautiful memory in everyone’s life!”< br>
Obviously, Zhu Yihai had some knowledge about the other side of the Iron Curtain. Sure enough, when they passed through the customs, the beautiful female customs officer welcomed them with a warm smile. As soon as they walked out of the customs here, there was someone there. Several people came over to greet him. Among them, a short bald man walked directly in front of Liu Chengyu. When he was still a few meters away, he stretched out his hand in greeting.
"Welcome to Moscow, Mr. Liu."
Following him was a translator with a Tang Dynasty appearance. While he was translating, he also introduced the other person's identity.
"Mr. Liu, this is Comrade Khrushchev..."
If Li Yian were here, he would definitely recognize that this is the famous Heda Corn Cob, but now For Liu Chengyu and others, it is obvious that they have never heard of the former leader of Ukraine.
For Khrushchev, who had just regained the trust of his loving father, he attached great importance to this reception mission. Although Nanyang is only a small country, the achievements that Nanyang has made in the past few years are also It is obvious to all, and can even be called a miracle.
It is precisely because of this that Khrushchev was extremely curious about Nanyang. Although Soviet Russia had created miracles one after another,... the miracles of Nanyang made people even more curious and eager to know everything there.
And Khrushchev was very eager to know everything about Nanyang, and this desire even exceeded the reception mission itself.
Of course, from the act of his loving father appointing himself to receive guests from Southeast Asia, Khrushchev can feel that his loving father attaches great importance to them, and of course his loving father's will will be fully realized.
After a simple welcome, when walking out of the airport, Zheng Silu looked at the translator in front of him, walked over quickly, and said.
“Sir, you speak Chinese very well.”
"Yes,"
said the translator.
“Like you, I am also from Tangshan.”
“Ah, you are also from Tangshan. Are you an expat in Russia?”
“I am an international student from Tangshan. .”
"Me too, I am an overseas Chinese in South Korea. I am currently studying in Nanyang. After graduating from university, I will return to South Korea."
Unexpectedly, his answer made the other party straightforward.
"The Southern Dynasties are the puppets of the American devils! The unification of the peninsula is the general trend of the world and the aspiration of the people. Even if the American devils block it, it cannot stop the general trend of the world! Sooner or later, the peninsula will definitely be unified!"
Ah!
In an instant, Zheng Silu was fucked into silence. He was in a hurry and didn’t even know how to answer. He just stood there at a loss, then slowly backed away, and then stopped talking. , just keeping a polite distance.
Looking at Zheng Siru's stifled look, Jia Wentao just smiled. When he was about to walk out of the airport lobby, he saw his old friend Sergey, who was looking at him with a smile, as if welcoming his arrival. .
(End of this chapter)