Chapter 2671

Sokov didn't expect that the party in the suburban villa would be like this!

He was dissatisfied with his Russian friends. You didn't even take me to such a fun place. You only took me to the military base to shoot targets, drive tanks, or explore the newly discovered fortifications left over from the Great Patriotic War. .

Sokov and Anna walked into the cafeteria and saw Lena occupying a round table by the window. At the same time, she waved to them, beckoning them to come over.

The two came to Liena, and Liena said with emotion: "I didn't expect that there were so many people today. Misha, you sit here and take a seat, while Anna and I go get the things."

Sokov nodded and sat down at the table.

Lena stood up and took Anna to get the food.

Mumu Buffet Restaurant is not the kind where everyone sets a certain price. Instead, you choose the food you want first, and then take the food to the cashier to pay.

Sokov misses the kind of buffet restaurants in China that cost NT$69, NT$79 or NT$89 per person, and you can eat as much as you want without any restrictions. Here in Moscow, there is only one such cafeteria near Mayakovsky Metro Station. Unfortunately, it is too far, otherwise Sokov would definitely go there.

Due to too many customers, Anna and Lena, who went to pick up the food, did not come back.

"Friend," Sokov's familiar language came from beside him: "Can we share a table with you?"

Sokov looked up and saw two male compatriots standing in front of him. The man on the left who was speaking was a short man with somewhat dark skin. The man standing on the right has a Chinese character face, a medium build, and is a bit fat, giving people a domineering look.

The table where Sokov was sitting could seat eight people. There were only three of him, Anna and Lena. Even if two compatriots were added, it would only be five people and could not be seated at all, so he said politely: "Please sit down." ”

"Thank you, thank you so much!" The short man thanked Sokov and found an empty seat to sit down.

But the man with the Chinese character face snorted coldly and said to the short man: "I said, Lao Tan, if you want to treat me to dinner, find a better place. How can you come to such a low-end restaurant? Look, What kind of people are eating around me? A group of Russian people. Eating with them really lowers my level. You know, I have an EMBA degree.”

"Mr. Cai, I'm so sorry. This restaurant is the best in the neighborhood." The man known as Lao Tan laughed and said, "I'll treat you to dinner another day if I have time."

"I don't have time. I'm going back to China in two days." Mr. Cai said impatiently: "I thought I could see beautiful women everywhere and eat delicious food when I came to Russia. But I was greatly disappointed. Not only did I There are no beautiful women everywhere, and all I eat is bread. You know, I came from China to cooperate with you, but I didn’t expect you to be so insincere.”

Although this was the first time he met Mr. Cai, Sokov felt disgusted with him after hearing what he said. He secretly regretted it. How could he agree to let him share the table?

"Misha!" Anna came over with the tray, put the contents on the table one by one, and said to Sokov: "This is for you."

"What about you?" Sokov asked.

"At Lena's place." Anna explained: "I didn't eat much, so the meal I took was put together with Lena's."

Lena came over with a tray and saw two strangers sitting at the table. She couldn't help but frowned: "Misha, why are there two strangers sitting here with us?"

"Lena," Sokov explained to her: "They couldn't find a place and came over to share a table with us temporarily. I saw that they were compatriots, so I agreed."

As the three began to eat, Lena and Anna talked quietly.

Sokov was listening to the conversation between Lao Tan and Mr. Cai. It was not that he wanted to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two, but Mr. Cai's voice was so loud that he couldn't help but listen. Moreover, the guests at several nearby tables all cast contemptuous glances at Mr. Cai.

Mr. Cai took a bite of the smoked fish, then spat it out, cursing and saying: "What a piece of shit, it tastes terrible. When it comes to delicious food, it's still the best in our country."

Although Sokov hates Mr. Cai a little, he still agrees with his words. Chinese food is unmatched by any other country.

He just had a good impression of Mr. Cai, but his next words made Sokov feel even more disgusted.

Mr. Cai said: "My favorite thing to eat is spicy crayfish. Last month, on the second anniversary of the company's establishment, we had a dinner in the company. I spent 100 yuan to buy three kilograms of spicy crayfish and invited four people from the company to More than ten colleagues had a meal, and everyone said they liked it. ”

When Sokov heard this, he couldn't complain: he bought three kilograms of spicy crayfish for 100 yuan and treated more than 40 people to a meal. How stingy this boss is.

Then I heard Mr. Cai say: "The place you live in is not good. There are only two single beds for five of you, and three of you have to sleep on the floor every day. I am different. I have a double-decker bed in my company office." When clients come over and it’s too late, I’ll ask others to sleep on the canopy bed. I’ll let them sleep on the top and I’ll sleep on the bottom. It’s also convenient for chatting.”

When Sokov heard this, he couldn't help laughing. Anna heard this and asked curiously: "Misha, why are you laughing?"

"I heard funny things." Sokov said lightly, "so I couldn't hold it back."

"What's the matter, tell me!"

Sokov glanced at the livid Old Tan. He was not sure about his Russian level. If he told Anna and Lena about this, it would be troublesome if they understood him. So he shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it after we finish eating."

At this moment, two policemen came in from outside. They looked around and walked towards where Sokov and others were.

When they came to the table, one of the police officers with the rank of lieutenant stretched out his hand to Old Tan and Mr. Cai: "Your passports!"

Old Tan was obviously often checked by the police for his passport, so he quickly took out his passport from his jacket pocket and handed it over. At the same time, he said to Mr. Cai who was still talking nonsense: "Mr. Cai, take out your passport quickly, the police want to check it."

But Mr. Cai didn't listen to Old Tan at all. Not only did he not take out his passport, he also squinted at the two policemen and said arrogantly: "He said he would check his passport, so I would show him my passport. Who does he think he is?"

When Sokov heard this, he secretly gave Mr. Cai a thumbs up. He was really ignorant and fearless. If he dared to be so arrogant in the United States, the American police might not empty the magazine, but the muzzle of the gun must be against his forehead.

After the police officer looked at Lao Tan's passport, he returned it to him. He continued to say to Mr. Cai: "Please show me your passport!"

Mr. Cai stood up and said to the police confidently: "I graduated from EMBA, what right do you have to check my passport?"

Sokof couldn't help but laugh and cry. There is no connection between you studying EMBA and the police checking your passport. If you don't honestly take out your documents and accept their inspection, it is resisting law enforcement. They can take you to the police station for coffee.

Seeing that Mr. Cai was so stubborn and worried about something going wrong, Lao Tan quickly persuaded him: "Mr. Cai, take out your passport quickly, otherwise something will happen."

Seeing that Lao Tan was anxious, Mr. Cai reluctantly took out his passport and put it on the table: "My passport is here, let them take it themselves."

Sokof was sharp-eyed and saw the personal information on the homepage at a glance. Mr. Cai's name was Cai Bo, and he was 36 years old this year. He is quite old, but why is he like a naughty child, not knowing anything at all?

The police officer took the passport and looked at it, then put it in his pocket, and then made a gesture to Cai Bo, asking him to follow him.

Cai Bo was not willing to give in easily, and said in a bad attitude: "I am a person who has studied EMBA, and you probably haven't even studied at university. Be nice to me, otherwise I will definitely complain to your director when I meet him."

Cai Bo spoke in Chinese, so the police naturally didn't understand, and directly grabbed his arm and dragged him out.

Who knew that while struggling, Cai Bo pointed at Sokov and said: "He is from the same place as me, why don't you check his passport?"

Lao Tan looked at Sokov with an apologetic look, and then covered Cai Bo's mouth: "Boss Cai, if you don't want to stay in the cell for a few days, just shut up."

In this way, the self-righteous Boss Cai was taken away by two policemen, and Lao Tan, who was worried about him getting into trouble, also followed him out.

"Misha," Anna, who had noticed something, asked Sokov tentatively after the restaurant had calmed down again: "The joke you just told was about the person taken away by the police?"

"That's right." Sokov repeated the conversation he had just heard to Anna and Lena.

After listening to her, Anna asked curiously: "Misha, I have never seen crayfish before. How many are there in three pounds?"

"How many are there in one pound depends on the size of the crayfish." Sokov said: "For large ones, there are 10 in one pound; for small ones, there are about 20 in one pound. In other words, there are 30 to 60 crayfish in three pounds."

"Even if there are 60, more than 40 people will have only one or two for each person." Anna shook her head and said: "They were all eaten before they could taste anything."

"Misha, can you tell me?" After Anna finished speaking, Lena interrupted and asked: "What is EMBA?"

Lena's question really gave Sokov a headache. There is really no EMBA in Europe. This thing pioneered by the University of Chicago School of Management is quite troublesome to explain to them. He organized the words in his mind and then said, "The so-called EMBA is actually the abbreviation of Master of Business Administration for Senior Managers. It is specially designed to train middle and senior managers who are responsible and have professional ethics and are capable of high-level management work in industrial and commercial enterprises and economic management departments."

"Do you have a diploma?"

"No diploma." Sokov shook his head and said, "EMBA is a non-academic education. You can't get a graduation certificate, only a degree certificate."

"What about the tuition?"

"It's expensive." Sokov said after calculating the exchange rate in his mind, "Depending on the school you attend, the tuition is between 50,000 and 100,000 US dollars."

"No diploma, and such a high tuition fee." Lena pursed her lips and said, "Only people with water in their brains would go to study this."

"Lena, you can't say that." Sokov said, "After studying EMBA, whether you have learned anything or not, you can brag about it outside in the future. Anyway, not many people understand this. It sounds scary, and maybe they will be fooled by it."

After dinner, Sokov asked the two, "What are your plans later? Do you need me to take you home?"

"I don't want to go home yet." Lena shook her head and said, "From here to your house, there will be a nightclub on the way. I plan to go there to play."

Sokof looked at the sky outside, and then said, "Lena, it's not dark yet. It's a bit too early for you to go to the nightclub at this time."

Hearing what Sokov said, Lena hesitated for a moment, and then said, "There is also a gym nearby. It's the same if you send me there."

The nightclub didn't feel safe, and Sokov was worried about Lena going alone. But since she was going to the gym, there was no problem.

Sokov drove Lena to the gym, and then turned around and drove home.

On the way, they passed a bookstore.

Seeing the bookstore, Sokov's heart moved, and then stepped on the brakes.

Anna saw Sokov park the car, looked out the window, and asked curiously: "Misha, what are you doing here?"

"I want to buy some books."

Hearing that Sokov was going to buy books, Anna asked curiously: "Misha, what books are you going to buy? Romance novels, history, or fantasy novels?"

"Military novels." Sokov looked at Anna and said: "It's best to reflect the Great Patriotic War novels."

"Such books are not easy to find in bookstores nowadays." Anna said thoughtfully: "If you want to buy books about the Great Patriotic War, we can go to the second-hand book stalls on Arbat Street, where you may be able to buy the books you want."

"Okay, let's go to Arbat Street."

Sokov drove to Arbat Street, found a place to park the car, and started shopping with Anna.

There are many art stalls on both sides of the street. Young or old artists sit among a pile of sketches, patiently waiting for customers to come.

"Anna," Sokov saw Anna's eyes constantly looking at the art stalls, so he asked tentatively: "Do you want the painter to draw a picture for you?"

Anna didn't say anything, just nodded.

Sokov looked around and saw a middle-aged woman who owned a painting stall in front of him on the left. He pointed there and said, "Anna, let's go there."

Sovkov came to the painting stall and politely asked the middle-aged woman, "Hello, how much does it cost to draw a sketch here?"

"600 rubles!" the middle-aged woman said, "In addition to sketching, I can also draw oil paintings, but the price is more expensive."

"Anna." After asking the price, Sokov turned to Anna and said, "Tell me where the used book stall is. I will go there by myself. You stay here and let the boss help you draw."

"Go forward along this street." The middle-aged female painter heard what Sokov said and took the initiative to show him the way: "After seeing a Mumu restaurant, walk another thirty or forty meters forward and you will see a used book stall with a lot of books there."

After Sokov thanked the middle-aged female painter, he left Anna and walked alone into the depths of Arbat Street.

As he walked, he kept thinking in his heart, I wonder if I can find the old books I want at the used bookstall?