Chapter 65 Siberian chrysanthemum (I)

As night gradually fell, the setting sun shone slanted from behind the church spire in the city center, and the entire Irkutsk main street became a world of shadows. Zheng Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the crowds passing by on the street. He keenly discovered that there were many more soldiers on the street, especially army soldiers wearing gray-blue khaki uniforms, who were hiking into the tavern in groups.

The little old man around him still looked shrewd and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, Irkutsk at night is a completely different city than during the day! Today, Brother Yu arranged a wonderful thing, I believe you will like it!"

Zheng Yu glanced at him: "Brother Jin, since you have come here, I will naturally not meet you! Old Yuri will push you until tomorrow. If you don't fight for anything else, I will meet you!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

After some return, Zheng Yu already knew that this little old man from North Korea was indeed one of the earliest agents developed by the General Intelligence Agency in North Korea, and he was even called a veteran. He made great contributions in the 18894-1895. Unfortunately, because the empire accepted the interference of the Three Kingdoms, he sold North Korea to the island country. The population complained and was deposed. The Director of the General Intelligence Agency personally protected it and sent it to Siberia to make meritorious contributions. It has been six years in a blink of an eye.

This man was indeed loyal and had extraordinary talents. After some exchanges, Zheng Yu had the idea of ​​cherishing talent. With some consolation and heart-to-heart talk, the half-big old man was more enthusiastic about this young envoy with mysterious origins, but obviously very high-level, and he had a little tacit understanding and intimacy with each other.

The old man guided all the way, talked about the customs and customs, and was talking and laughing along the way. In a blink of an eye, everyone walked to the front of a unique building. Although it was also a red brick exterior wall and a fir roof, it exuded a delicate and delicate style, which was completely different from the atmosphere of Russian buildings. Outside, there were strings of windproof lanterns hanging, red. When I pushed the door in, a warm feeling came towards me, and it was actually a porch structure.

A woman wearing a kimono with pink flowers on her sideburns and hair buns, and a thick layer of white lead powder on her face walked over in small steps, fell to the ground, and said softly in Russian: "Welcome!"

Zheng Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew about this show tonight, but even so, he couldn't help but be excited when he saw the legendary island geisha with his own eyes.

I'm afraid there is no big difference between this tone and a romantic style that travels back to the prosperous Tang Dynasty?

Jin Xiangguo was completely gone at this moment, as if he was possessed by Ximen, and took off his shoes and walked up the tatami. Zheng Yu followed suit and followed him. When he looked back, he saw that the island woman who was welcoming the guest was kneeling at the entrance door, putting their shoes neatly in the heels, then turned around to stand up, bowed slightly, and followed with a small step with a smile.

Opposite, a woman in the island country in her forties, wearing a black kimono decorated with white cherry blossom patterns, and greeted him with a smile, and talked to Kim Xiangguo in Japanese. Kim Xiangguo gave in to the side and squeezed his eyes at Zheng Yu. Zheng Yu nodded and walked over. This Japanese version of the suspected mother, who bowed respectfully: "Little girl Chiyo, Tian is the first of the tea house. Those two guests have arrived."

Zheng Yu nodded and said lightly: "I'm working hard."

A lower girl respectfully opened the sliding door, and Zheng Yu took the lead in walking in.

There was a wide tea room inside. Zheng Yu saw two Russian officers sitting on the left and right at a glance.

The one on the left was an army colonel with a little gray hair. He was about forty to fifty years old, with wide forehead and gray-blue eyes. He had just put down the teacup in his hand, and when he saw a few people coming in, he quickly got up.

The one on the right is tall and a lieutenant colonel. She looks like she is less than forty years old. She has her horoscope, looks mighty and has a strong face. She has just gotten up.

These two are today's main course.

Jin Xiangguoha laughed: "Sasha, Vanya, I'm sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" As he said that, he walked up quickly and hugged the two of them enthusiastically.

The two of them were not seen, and the older colonel smiled: "Old Jin, we have just arrived, and you have not yet taken a sip of tea, you have arrived again."

Another young, big lieutenant colonel smiled heartily: "When a distinguished guest comes, it is necessary to wait for a while. Brother Jin's venue is a must-have."

Jin Xiangguo pulled the two of them to Zheng Yu, and said with a smile: "This is Mr. Andrew from Canada. His family is a North American business family. His ancestors were once domineering in Irkutsk. He is considered half a Siberian."

He pointed to the older colonel again: "This is the chief of staff of the 24th Siberian Division of the Imperial Russian Army, Colonel Alexander Kostrovsky."

After saying that, he pointed to the younger lieutenant colonel: "This is the commander of the Irkutsk Fortress Division of the Russian Irkutsk Army, Lieutenant Colonel Valentine Kugala."

Several people greeted each other, and Jin Xiangguo introduced Qiu Haiyang, who was a pseudonym Mark Qiu. As for Jiya Sain, he seemed to have known these two officers and hugged them very Russian, and several people sat down separately.

Zheng Yu sat in the main seat. To be honest, he was not used to kneeling, but this Japanese tea house was a bit empathetic and understanding. He arranged a thick cushion for everyone, which made him feel much more comfortable to sit. In front of everyone, there was a small tea table with teapots and tea bowls on it. It was cold outside the window, snowy outside the room, and the room was warm as spring, and the tea fragrance was fluttering. Zheng Yu suddenly felt refreshed and happy.

Jin Xiangguo smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, does this place feel pretty good, right?"

Zheng Yu nodded: "It's rare to be so elegant... in this place with ice and snow, it can be regarded as a paradise."

Jin Xiangguo smiled: "Although the ground is cold and cold, it is not much less than the south. If you have time, I will take you to walk around more and make sure you are happy!"

Zheng Yu smiled: "Brother, as long as you can supply this tiger skin product, you ask me to accompany you into the mountains to beat the bears. I have nothing to say!"

The little old man smiled so hard that he was blinded by his eyes: "Look at what you said... a human bear? Now this time, it can be considered... a beautiful bear!"

Several people looked at each other, exchanged the look that men understood, and laughed.

Zheng Yu tasted the tea. The unique fragrance and faint bitterness of green tea made him excited, who had been used to drinking Indian Assam black tea recently. Compared to the rich sweet aroma of black tea, he prefers the sweetness and elegance of green tea.

This allows his soul to quickly seek a little peace in the noisy and complicated world.

In a blink of an eye, it has been almost two months since he arrived in this seemingly true and wrong time. From the psychological war of driving ducks to the ambitious weaving conspiracy, to the thrilling spy war, it seems that he has been driven by an indescribable excitement. It seems to be for survival, or for finding something, he has moved step by step from a small clerk in his previous life to a high-level powerhouse who was originally out of reach and always seemed to be just invisible in a fog that was invisible.

At this moment, a tranquility and blankness briefly appeared in his mind. His thoughts seemed to extend, looking at this body that looked very familiar but suddenly felt a little strange.

The current man seems to be just a shrewd and capable businessman, with the good tutoring of a big family and a gentle and friendly smell. He looks calm and graceful, but not pretentious, and can be as close as possible. But Zheng Yu knows that this man is already full of power and ambitions. Not only does he have to survive, he also has to work hard to get to power. He wants to become the real heir of the emperor, control the army, and defeat all enemies until he can master a huge empire, determine the fate of hundreds of millions of people, and even subvert the entire history of the world.

Why, in just two months, an angry young fart man who escaped because of powerlessness, fell into numbness, gradually eroded his edges and corners in the world, and even indulged in sensory stimulation for a while, turned into a ray from the inside out that only the big figures who originally existed in the clouds could possess?

From Zheng Yu to Zheng Yu, the same name, and even the soul was originally the same soul. But just a difference in identity, will the whole person change so much? Could this be the arrangement of fate? Which one is the original life and which one is the reincarnation?

"Mr. Zhang," Colonel Alexander Kostrovsky said to Zheng Yu with a smile, "You are Lao Jin's friend, and we have been intimate with him for many years. I heard that you are mainly inspecting the fur business this time, so you can talk to me if you have any place to use our brothers."

Zheng Yu nodded awe-inspiringly: "I have heard of the customs of Caucasian people for a long time. Ossetian men are tough guys who can sacrifice their lives for their friends. With your words, brother will be disrespectful to you again. Don't worry, brother, if you have any help in the future, don't be polite."

Alexander raised his thumbs up: "Happy!"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

The big lieutenant colonel said, "Sasha said everything I said. There is a saying in my hometown, 'Good words don't need decoration'. You don't have to be polite to me in the future."

Zheng Yu looked at the Swedish Finnish man with playfulness. He knew that Finns have always been famous in Europe for their taciturnity, but if they really treat you as a friend, they would be nothing to say to you. He nodded solemnly: "It must be like this."

Several people looked at each other, and they had a little more tacit understanding of mutual appreciation in their hearts.

Jin Xiangguo smiled and said, "You guys, today we are here to make friends, we should also relax. Speaking of which, a few amazing newcomers have come to Kucheng recently, I don't know how many..."

Valentine slapped her forehead: "Are you talking about that...what is that...what?"

Alexander smiled: "Lan Ruoju, and Mikako."

Jin Xiangguo smiled and said, "Sasha, you old guy is concerned about it. You can remember such a strange name."

Alexander smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not my concern, but it's really our teacher who has been talking about it since he watched a performance in the Governor's Mansion."
Chapter completed!