Chapter 11: Train Encounter? (")

The long steel giant beast roared and ran on the endless Polish plains, spewing out thick white mist.

Zheng Yu leaned against the backrest of the soft mat in the car, feeling a little unhappy.

The pen in my hand is still light in weight, too smooth and has a bad feel. To transfer the effect of Uncle Li, it does require repeated practice.

He sighed secretly.

Before, they took a week to get to Poznan. In Poznan, he left the large army under the arrangement of the General Intelligence Bureau, took two followers to disguise themselves and entered Russian Poland in a private outfit with new cover, and was sitting on the train to Warsaw. At the same time, the delegation under the banner of the royal family had already taken the royal private room to St. Petersburg. Of course, the substitute arranged by the General Intelligence Bureau was unwell and refused to meet with local international friends. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs had already submitted a note to Russia, and Russia also readily agreed to the "peaceful visit" of His Highness. Although both sides knew that the war was necessary, the posture was to be put on and the vest was to be worn. You are not in a hurry, I am not in a hurry, just walk slowly.

Zheng Yu glanced a few times and saw that his personal guard Qiu Haiyang was already having a hot fight with a Polish hot girl. He couldn't help but secretly admire him. No wonder Polish girls showed up every time the Miss World elections in later generations. Judging from the average level, this nation probably should be ranked first among the countries that have been in Europe.

He turned his gaze back to Keshan opposite him. Although there were no black-framed glasses, this gentle and elegant spirit could not find Andy Lau's shadow no matter how he looked.

After holding it in for a long time, Zheng Yu, who had been yearning for acting career, finally couldn't help but feel ambition in his heart. He showed Ge Youshi's bitter smile and said the classic: "The people's hearts are dispersed, and the team is not easy to lead..."

The business secretary in the gray suit opposite nodded slightly, and his slightly angry eyes swept over the boy with excessive hormones.

Zheng Yu felt that his mentality was quite good at Fan Xian. He was a little satisfied and even proud of his current mentality. Since he came, he would be at peace. God arranged for him to come to this era, so naturally he would not come to just enjoy the playboy life of the vase prince and get the lunch box and leave the stage.

He has ambitions and wants to make a fortune. In this time and space, China faces a joint attack from Japan and Russia, and it seems that it is very difficult to win the battlefield on the front. Since Zheng Yu has come here and is familiar with history, how can he not do a good job? Who are the Poles? He knows better than anyone else about the century-long grudges between them and the Russians.

How do you say that very good and powerful sentence?

Boldly advance into the enemy's hinterland, open up the battlefield behind the enemy, and let the enemy fall into the vast ocean of people's war.

This adventure seemed dangerous in his opinion, but in fact he would make sure to make a profit. He wanted to use a scene similar to Peter the Great who sneaked into the Netherlands in a condom, and King Wuling of Zhao pretended to be Ma Shang to spy on Qin, and proved to the unfathomable father and the iron-blooded generals that his prince's loyalty to the country and his love for the nation. He also wanted to demonstrate his courage, opinion, strategy and courage with practical actions. In a word, he could inherit the throne.

Is it really dangerous? Don’t talk about your acting skills. Even if you are exposed, as long as you show your identity, you can be deported. Even if you fail, at least the motivation is good. The spy is not the prince’s professional scope. It is the most important thing to be able to show what he wants to show through this plot and let those powerful tycoons see it.

So Zheng Yu was quite relaxed and calm at this moment. Although Ke Shan on the opposite side looked calm, how could he hide the trace of admiration in his eyes from Zheng Yu, a veteran who observes words and expressions?

Zheng Yu, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, gradually narrowed out a little Yu Zecheng's taste.

A beautiful figure with yellow skin and slender figure appeared opposite.

"Are you Chinese?"

With a little surprise tone and the standard Northeast dialect, Zheng Yu's thoughts from Fan Xian to Fan Wei. Could it be that he came to rob him?

He had already gotten into the show at this moment, and his smile was sincere and sincere: "Yes, let's sit together."

The young man in gray suit moved to the window and the person who came sat down gracefully. Zheng Yu saw the Russian version of "China Business Monthly" in his arms. He paused his pen in his hand and then resumed his rotation.

"Where is the hometown of Miss?"

"Shenyang."

"Old Fengtian...How long have you been here?"

"I arrived in Warsaw two years ago and studied sociology and will graduate soon. Where are you?"

"We are from Nanfeng Trading Company, and we come here to purchase supplies. Where are you going?"

"I went to Frankfurt during the winter vacation and saw an old classmate, played for a while, and prepared to go back."

"What a coincidence. We are also going to Warsaw."

"That's great. Where is your hometown?" The girl from Northeast China was obviously very excited.

"Can't you hear it?"

"I guess you are from Beijing."

"Ha, it's really right. What do you think of this person?"

"He doesn't speak like a wood, I can't guess it."

Ke Shan smiled bitterly: "Miss, I have a cold these two days and my throat is not good."

"Take some medicine," said the girl from Northeast China seriously. "The prescription in our hometown is Isatis root and boiled water, three taels and two cents each time, three times a day, within three days, it is accurate."

Zheng Yu and his black-framed big glasses quickly met.

"Miss is such a kind-hearted person. My surname is Chen, my name is Zhen, my surname is Zhen, my surname is noble?"

"My surname is Ding."

"I wonder if Miss Ding has any plans in the future?"

"I will graduate in half a year and prepare to return to China to find a position in international business negotiations."

"Oh? I wonder if you have ever heard of our Nanfeng Enterprise?"

"Naturally it's thunderous."

"The company is developing Russian business. This time it is about to conduct business inspections. Russian-speaking talents who are familiar with the situation in Russia are urgently needed. I would like to ask if Miss Ding is willing to help?"

"Oh, that's great, I can't ask for anything." The girl from Northeast China responded happily, "It doesn't matter whether it's salary or something. It's rare to have such an opportunity."

"Don't worry, you won't treat you badly at your salary." Ke Shan squeezed his eyes, "It's not a matter of one word to have our young master here."

Zheng Yu glared at him and directly copied Zheng Shaoqiu in Qianlong's joke.

"Then let's say that. My name is Ding Xinyi. Please take care of him in the future." The Northeast girl looked at the boy opposite openly and stretched out her hand. Zheng Yu turned his eyes on the pretty and fair face a little playboy, and also reached out to gently hold the other person's little hand, which was tender and smooth, and had a good feel.

This general intelligence bureau is really interesting.

Master, I like it.

The three of them chatted one by one.

From humanities to geography, weather to customs, you can do whatever you want. It has been connected online, so don’t be too anxious. Now it’s just a trick to act naturally and sincerely. For an actor, spy movies are always a challenge, but this definitely does not include Zheng Yu.

He likes this kind of stimulation, and in this environment, he can make a big splash.

Suddenly, a noise came from the entrance of the carriage.

Several Russian soldiers in gray-blue khaki uniforms and fur hats walked over fiercely under the leadership of a sergeant and shouted Russian for a while.

Zheng Yu's Russian language is a bit 200% eye-catching, as if it is a relatively slight understanding of the languages ​​learned by the former owner of this body. However, it probably sounds like he is going to check the document. He looked at the Northeast girl opposite him inquiringly.

The Northeast girl has undoubtedly positioned herself as a translator: "They said they want to check their ID cards."

She added: "Poles must bring their documents with long-distance travelers. Those who do not have documents will be arrested and interrogated."

Zheng Yu nodded, took out a wallet from his arms, and handed it to the gray suit opposite him.

The Russian soldiers checked one by one, and the people who were inspected were used to it, but just did it according to the orders.

Qiu Haiyang, who was having a hot chat with Polish hot girls, saw the Russian soldiers coming in front of him and handed over his passport. Their public identities are all business delegations of Nanfeng Trading Company.

The Russian sergeant suddenly yelled.

Ding Xinyi whispered: "It's bad. The Russian soldiers said he was a Chinese spy and wanted to be reviewed. He said that the Polish girl was also suspected of spy and wanted to be arrested together."

Without Zheng Yu's instructions, Ke Shan had already stood up. He walked to the sergeant who led the team, patted his shoulder, and stuffed a few rubles. The Russian sergeant looked at him in surprise. Ke Shan handed him an envelope, and did not speak, but just signaled him to see. The sergeant took out the letter and looked at it. His face changed, and he immediately became flattering. The man whispered a lot of things. Ke Shan just smiled and nodded, patted his shoulder, and pointed to several positions. The sergeant patted his chest, said a few words seriously, and then saluted the military salute, and continued to check the ID with the person.

"What's going on?" asked the Northeast girl.

"We have business invitation letters for the Tsar Industry, so he naturally dare not do anything." Ke Shan still looked calm.

Zheng Yu nodded slightly. This person is not confused when encountering things, and can be a talent for creating.

At this time, the Russian sergeant roared again with a fierce look, and saw a Polish man pale and stammeringly saying something, and cried as he spoke.

"The man said his wallet was stolen on the train and his ID was gone. The Russian soldiers said that there were many thieves in Poland. Since it was said that it was stolen on the car, he asked him to identify it and see who stole it. If he couldn't identify it, he would arrest him and judge him directly to see if he was a spy from the Polish Socialist Party." Ding Xinyi said softly, "There are too many such things in Poland, but everyone is used to it."

Zheng Yu and Ke Shan looked at each other. Polish Socialist Party? Something interesting.

Zheng Yu knew that the big reason why this party became famous was that they produced a Pisusky. This man would be the founding father of Poland's independence after World War I, and he ruled Poland for a long time as a dictator until he died of illness.
Chapter completed!