Chapter 61 Sugar-Coated Cannonballs

The Russian Godfather 61, Chapter 61 Sugar-coated Cannonballs-567 Chinese It takes about 5 hours to fly from Moscow to Tashkent. On the way, Seryozha took the special plane of Churbanov and enjoyed it like a head of state treatment. Sergey and the others took a Tu-154 plane, and when the plane finally landed at Tashkent Airport, it was already afternoon.

The cabin door of the plane finally opened. Churbanov was the first to walk out of the cabin and waved to the welcoming personnel on the ground. Seryosha followed Churbanov and walked out of the cabin second, although it was only a A small Communist Youth League secretary, but the current treatment value is like the chairman of the Joint Council of Ministers (the Prime Minister of the Soviet Union).

Sharov Rashidovich Rashidov stood quietly at the bottom of the gangway of the plane waiting for Churbanov. When Churbanov finally stepped down the gangway, Rashidov stretched out his right hand. Rasidov was an alternate member of the Politburo, and he condescended to show his favor to Churbanov, who was a member of the Central Committee, which made Churbanov feel very comfortable. After the two held hands and chatted for a long time, Rashidov began to introduce the officials who came to pick up the plane for Churbanov.

Churbanov introduced Rasidov to Seryozha, and Seryozha followed behind Churbanov, shaking hands with Uzbek officials like his deputy. Any official who comes here today must be of a higher rank than Sergey Sha, at least he must be a secretary of the state party committee or a minister of the republic, and Sergey Sha is just a cadre of the Youth League Committee. But everyone knew what Churbanov was here for, and no one dared to despise him, including Seryozha, who was visiting with him.

A Seagull limousine took Churbanov and Sergei out of the airport, but they returned to an upscale hotel in Tashkent. It's still early now, and the two can take a break before going to the welcome dinner held by the government of the Republic of Uzbekistan.

After arriving at the hotel, someone led Seryozha into his room, and Seryozha was stunned by the luxurious decoration in the room. This is a duplex suite divided into upper and lower floors. There is an empty living room beyond the two floors. The crystal lamp hanging from the roof of the living room is very valuable at first glance. The walls of the room were decorated with golden gold, revealing a sense of wealth and nobility, and what satisfied Sergei most was that the entire suite was prepared for Sergei.

Seryozha only came to take care of his Uzbek staff. First, he took a comfortable bath and relaxed for a while. Although I took a special plane along the way, it was not as comfortable as on the ground after all. Uzbek officials had already greeted him in advance, and Seryozha knew that there would be a welcome party in the evening. So he pulled out a suit from his luggage, along with his Gold Star and Red Banner. It's not that Seryozha likes to show off. It is a rule to wear medals on formal occasions.

It was almost six o'clock when Seryozha stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself with satisfaction. There was a light knock on the door. Seryozha responded and opened the door. It was none other than Kirbanov's secretary who came. He told Sergesha respectfully that Minister Churbanov was already waiting for him in the car downstairs. Seryozha hurriedly closed the door and followed Secretary Churbanov downstairs.

As soon as he got into the car, Seryozha saw Churbanov looking at him enviously. Sergey followed Churbanov's eyes to look at himself in puzzlement, and found that he was staring at his Gold Star medal, so Sergey asked, "What's so interesting about me?"

"I really envy you, Hero of the Soviet Union!" Churbanov smacked his lips and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"This is in exchange for lives, hundreds of lives?" Seryozha said in a low tone.

"Oh! Can you tell me about it?" Churbanov asked curiously.

"Let's not talk about it, most of the dead are civilians, it's not a glorious thing!" Seryozha replied.

Churbanov leaned over to Seryozha and asked with some embarrassment: "Can you show me?"

Seryozha took it off without hesitation,

Putting it in Churbanov's hand, Churbanov held the medal in both hands and looked at it carefully. Can't help admiring. After a long time, he returned it to Sergey with some reluctance. Then he asked with some reluctance: "I don't know when I can get one too!"

Seryozha smiled and said: "Then you have to try your luck in Afghanistan!"

The car was cleared by police cars along the way, and went straight to a luxury hotel in the center of Tashkent. Churbanov's secretary opened the car door for them. Seryozha and Churbanov stepped into the venue.

Just walking into the hall, the noisy banquet hall immediately fell silent, and everyone automatically stood on both sides of the hall, giving way to the passage in the middle. As Seryozha and Churbanov stepped in, there was a burst of applause from both sides of the aisle.

Rashidov came over with a glass of wine, Churbanov took the glass and touched Rashidov and drank it down. There was applause again around, and Sergey knew who the main character was today, so he tactfully hid aside.

However, to Seryozha's surprise, the Uzbek officials did not neglect his fellow cadre, and soon some enthusiastic officials who did not know him surrounded him. Seryozha had to deal with them.

"I didn't expect you to have won the title of Hero of the Soviet Union at such a young age. You are really amazing. It's an honor to meet you!" an official with a big beard complimented.

"I'm also very happy to meet you here. We usually live in different cities, but I didn't expect that we would hit it off after meeting for the first time. It's really rare!" Seryozha was also working hard to make friends. For these officials, he knew that the atmosphere in the Republic of Uzbekistan was not very good, and there were a lot of customers calling him here.

"Yes! We also feel that we are very close to you. We are in the countryside here, not as good as your Moscow, but we also have some local specialties which are good. We Uzbeks are like this. When we meet friends who are close to each other, we always give some Gifts, petty ones are always disgraceful, I hope you don't refuse..." The bearded official stuffed an envelope into Sergey's pocket as he spoke, before Sergey could react, which one The official bid farewell to him and left. Seryozha wanted to catch up, but soon more people blocked his way and greeted him warmly. Seryozha could only stay where he was, watching the envelopes fall into his pocket one by one. (To be continued.)