Chapter 3242 Meeting that Man

With Lavrinenko's advice, Malashenko, who was worried, finally boarded the return flight and flew to his hometown after 7 years.

Because he did not inform his family in advance, Malashenko did not expect to meet anyone waiting or picking him up at the airport.

But he did not expect to see a very familiar person standing in front of the parking space after landing.

It was Malokov, who had never met Malashenko since he was punched by Malashenko.

"Welcome home, Comrade Marshal."

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Looking at Malokov who took the initiative to congratulate him, Malashenko, who felt mixed emotions in his heart, did not know what to say for a while.

After thinking for a long time, he finally said the words that he had been thinking about all the way back and now he could finally make up his mind to say.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. I'm sorry for misunderstanding you for so long. I know why you did that. Thank you for taking care of my family in the past seven years. Thank you! Comrade Malokov."

Although Malokov's style of doing things is very different from Malashenko's, he can always rely on his own professional characteristics to keenly smell the direction of the changing times, and then make wise choices in a timely manner. He is not loyal to a certain person but conforms to the times, which fully reflects the saying "a man who knows the times is a hero".

However, Malashenko will not blame or look down on Malokov for this.

First, it is the professional characteristics of Malokov. It is difficult for people who do this kind of work not to be like this, or it is because Malokov is like this that he can continue to do it until today.

Secondly, this era itself is like this.

The new comes up, the old goes down, and the new knocks the old to the ground.

If Malokov hadn't protected himself like this, Malashenko estimated that he wouldn't be able to see him in such a place now. It is the times that make people, not people that make the times, at least that's the case with Malokov.

In essence, he is just a person who tries to adapt himself to the times, and judging from the results, he has done a good job.

Hearing Malashenko's face-to-face apology, Malokov, who never expected this and has always just done what he thinks is right, also smiled indifferently.

"The past is over, why are you still talking about this? I didn't really expect to do those things, for your thanks, I know what I should do and believe in myself, it's that simple."

Everything is self-explanatory, Malashenko and Malokov smiled at each other.

There is no need for too many words between men, no fussing, and no sense of ritual. As long as the meaning is in place, it's fine.

Malashenko walked out of the airport side by side with Malokov. He saw the KGB convoy parked neatly in front of him and glanced at the "Lubyanka local specialty flag".

Feeling that most people would probably be scared when seeing this, he got in the car after Malokov personally opened the door and invited him to leave.

"Oh, by the way, I have something to tell you."

"Don't rush home. I know you are in a hurry, but don't rush. It's never too late to go back to see your wife and children. You will be stationed in Moscow in the future, and you will have plenty of time."

"For now, go see Comrade Brezhnev first. He personally asked to see you and has been waiting for you for a long time. He also asked me to tell you."

"Ah? To see me? Now???"

Malashenko couldn't say whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but after thinking about it, he had no reason to refuse to go. He could only nod and agree to follow Malokov's arrangement.

Of course, this also shows that some rumors from the outside world are really true.

Malokov was not only retained, but also continued to be reused.

From the Stalin era to the Khrushchev era and then to the current Xunzong era, the "three-dynasty old minister" has become more and more powerful, which is enough to brag about.

Looking at the streets of Moscow passing by outside the window, looking at the crowds of people still bustling and laughing on the streets.

Malashenko, who always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, suddenly remembered something, and then hurriedly spoke to Malokov in the front passenger seat.

"How is Marshal Zhukov recently? Do you have any news about him?"

"Zhukov?"

Malokov was obviously stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect Malashenko to suddenly ask this, but he was not surprised for too long and replied immediately.

"I'm not sure, but he has been idle at home. He has nothing to do except writing letters. It is said that he is decadent and has aged a lot."

"The superiors are discussing the restoration of his reputation. It shouldn't be a big problem, but you know."

"What can a person like him do even if his reputation is restored? Can he still expect to make a big comeback? Even if he wants to, others don't dare to do so, so at most he can only restore his reputation. He should stay at home honestly. This is the life of such a person."

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Although the words are not pleasant to hear, they are true.

Malashenko also knew that what Malokov said was true, but he still wanted to see the old leader again. Zhukov's favor to him could not be avoided anyway.

"I want to go see him, is that okay?"

"Well, I knew you would say that. There's nothing wrong with that. When you're done with this and come back home, I'll help you arrange your trip. Just let me know when you want to go, and go according to your schedule. I'll make arrangements for him."

Once upon a time, if you wanted to meet Zhukov, you had to follow his schedule and make arrangements.

Now the situation is completely reversed. The schedule must follow your own arrangements, and Zhukov has to stay at home and wait, and he is clearly arranged by a lieutenant general of the KGB.

There is no intention to laugh, but Malashenko feels that this change has an indescribable feeling, as if some impressive things from a long time ago have now completely changed.

However, there is no time to think too much, and the car soon arrived at the destination of this trip-the Kremlin.

This is the first time in Malashenko's life to come to this top power office. It would be a lie to say that he is not excited.

Fortunately, with Malokov's advance reminder, he knew that the current owner of this office praised him and recognized him very much, so he thought that the first meeting should be smoother.

But Malashenko didn't expect that dear Comrade Xunzong would hug him without saying anything as soon as he came up, and pretended to smile and put his face close to him.

However, Malashenko was too tall, and Xunzong, who was only 1.8 meters tall, could not reach him.

Knowing what Xunzong was going to do, Malashenko thought it was not right to refuse. He could not leave a bad impression on this first meeting, so he could only suppress his discomfort and move his face closer.

He was hit on both sides of his face, and was about to be hit for the third time, which was also the most important time.

"I have the height and the initiative", Malashenko pretended to think that this was the end, and hurriedly smiled and put his head back, then took a step back, put his feet together, straightened his waist, and resolutely saluted to report.

"Report to Comrade Leader, the commander of the armored tank troops, Malashenko, has been ordered to return to Moscow to report to you, I wish you good health!"