Signing from HK Comprehensive becomes a legend

Chapter 752 You are too careless!

a few days later.

On the international train from Moscow to the inland capital, when Zhao Xueyan stepped into the soft sleeper box, he was a little surprised to see two familiar faces.

But Zhao Xueyan didn't waste time, and sat on the lower right berth with his luggage. Opposite him was Zhou Bingkun on the lower left berth.But the top bunk on the left is not Qiao Erqiang, but a strange young man he doesn't know.

Above Zhao Xueyan is Song Lin, the Beijing railway policeman.

Mr. Zhao boarded the train back to the mainland, of course the matter was over, and the oligarch behind the mafia boss Antonio, who stole Zhao Xueyan's billion dollars of wealth, had already been brought back.

Zhao Xueyan went out, this trivial matter would definitely not be too troublesome, even the interest was collected, and he is now using the third face drawn by Huapi.

As for why Bingkun and Qiao Erqiang didn't live in the same sleeper berth, either they didn't get tickets with consecutive numbers, or they left separately.

It doesn't matter if you meet acquaintances, Zhao Xueyan grabbed a book and read after putting away his luggage.He only took a few glances, and Zhou Bingkun on the opposite side handed over a handful of melon seeds, and said with a smile, "Little brother, what book are you reading? You also work so hard on the train."

Zhao Xueyan took the melon seeds with a smile, and raised the cover, "How to cultivate high-quality traitors and lackeys, have you read it?"

Zhou Bingkun, "..."

Uncle Zhou's eyes widened, and he looked at the cover in disbelief. He couldn't understand the English and Russian versions, but he felt that Mr. Zhao was fooling him. Is there such a book?
It's a bit far-fetched.

"Are you kidding? How can there be such a book?"

Even the strange young man on the upper left bunk, and Song Lin on the upper right bunk couldn't help but move the edge of the bed and look down. Who surprised the title of the book in Mr. Zhao's hand?
Mr. Zhao is very calm, "Let's not talk about the island country's invasion of China, but the disintegration of the big bear at this stage is not a one-day achievement, except for the decades-long Cold War and arms race."

"How to force, infiltrate, influence and change from the cultural field, and even cut the flesh with soft knives, is also very skillful and profound. This kind of book is another form of ideological colonization, the battle of civilizations at the end of the 20th century or the beginning of the 21st century. Very sought after."

"Human wars have gone from the initial annihilation of countries and genocide, to annexation, to ideological slavery like white elephants, and then to global colonization that never falls, and then to the current stage of ideological colonization."

Zhou Bingkun, "..."

He grabbed the melon seeds and put them in his mouth and forgot to continue kneading them. Originally, he had finished a business and was on his way home from buying some goods. He met someone in the same carriage and chatted casually.

You suddenly brought up such a high-level topic, and he, an old man who didn't finish junior high school, couldn't handle it.

Song Lin on the upper right bunk suddenly moved the edge of the bed and said, "Sir, after you finish reading this book, can you lend me a read?"

Zhao Xueyan didn't look up, and responded calmly, "Yes."

Song Lin was overjoyed, "Thank you so much. By the way, this is the purple leather candy I bought from Moscow. Would you like to try it?"

Zhao Xueyan took one to thank him, and then continued to read.

The young man on the upper left bunk looked at Song Lin, then at Mr. Zhao, and suddenly smiled disdainfully, "Speaking is better than singing, how could there be such a strange book, it's just a random title to fool people, bullying us Know foreign languages."

My Fair Lady and Gentleman are so good.

Before Mr. Zhao came in, Zhou Bingkun, an old man in his forties with a wife and son, had no idea about Song Lin, a beautiful girl. The one on the upper left bunk had struck up a few times, but was rejected.

Now seeing Mr. Zhao as a newcomer, not very handsome, with an ordinary appearance, and an inexplicable wonderful book, let Song Lin take the initiative to strike up a conversation, this is really upset.

Mr. Zhao glanced at him calmly and didn't speak.

It was Song Lin who frowned and reprimanded, "If you don't understand, don't think everyone doesn't understand."

She has already seen the cover of Mr. Zhao's book, and the name is indeed that string of strange words.

A certain young man stared blankly, but Zhou Bingkun still laughed and joked, "Hey, Xiao Wang, we are all uneducated people. Talking about foreign languages ​​is too high-end. By the way, you were still talking before. When you return to the capital, you will have to talk about it." Do you want to make a big deal?"

Talking about this, Xiao Wang was excited, "Yes, I made a lot of money in Moscow this time, but traveling to Moscow is too hard, and my capital is almost saved, and I plan to stock up on BB machines when I go back. "

"Now that ordinary people are getting richer and richer, BB machines must be getting better and better. The supply is in short supply. If I stock up a batch, I can make a fortune by reselling them."

"Brother Zhou, what do you think of my idea?"

Zhou Bingkun thought for a few seconds, and tentatively said, "It's okay? But I think, since a BB machine costs a thousand yuan a piece, since you have the money to hoard it, you might as well buy a house. I dare not say anything about other places, such as the housing price in the capital. Surely you won't smash your hand?"

"I have already bought a three-bedroom, two-living room in the capital, 120 square meters. I will continue to buy when I have money."

Xiao Wang is not happy anymore, "Brother Zhou, I didn't mean you, you are too conservative. Now the house price on the second ring road in Beijing is 2000 square meters. If you buy a set of more than 100 square meters, you can't stock up on hundreds of BB machines?"

"This is completely a business opportunity of two natures. Although the housing price will not plummet much, it is not easy to imagine the gold content like a BB machine. Listen to me, you and I..."

While talking happily, Xiao Wang peeked at Song Lin. When he found that the girl was not interested in his high-spirited talk at all, he was discouraged and his voice became softer.

When he looked at Mr. Zhao, who was fascinated by the book, his voice became louder again, "Actually, to tell you the truth, my hometown is in Shanghai, and now I also have a house there, and I plan to sell the house for investment. "

Zhou Bingkun was shocked, "You are playing too much."

Zhao Xueyan glanced at Xiao Wang speechlessly, and continued to read.

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A few hours later, when the train was driving on the ground, Zhao Xueyan closed the book, handed it to Song Lin who was on the upper bunk, and then grabbed another book to read.

Zhou Bingkun, who was playing Pai Gow with Xiao Wang, was surprised, "Little brother, do you still have books? I was thinking that if you are free, let's play Pai Gow together."

For a few days and nights of travel, four people shared a private room. In the era of no mobile phones and the Internet, it was very difficult not to find something to pass the time.

Bingkun is playing Pai Gow, but it’s not gambling, he’s just betting on snacks with Xiao Wang. I have melon seeds and peanuts, and he has sugar and pine nuts. Just played with these snacks.

Zhao Xueyan shook his head with a smile, "It's not interesting, I won't play."

Zhou Bingkun put down his cards, "What is your book now?"

Mr. Zhao said with a smile, "How to become a gangster tycoon in New York."

When he announced the title of the book, the old Zhou people were dumbfounded, "No, little brother, do you have any serious books here? Do you have Chinese ones?"

Zhao Xueyan quickly took out a bunch of books from the suitcase, including English, Russian and Chinese, such as "The Art of Explosion", "Indian Democracy and Freedom and Epic", "My Struggle-How to Become a Good-for-nothing Veteran" The King of the California Underground," "The Skills and Accomplishments of Bribery," "How to Be a Dark Anglo-Saxon," and more.

With such a bunch of books on display, Zhou Bingkun immediately began to wonder if he got into the car in the wrong way, or if he didn't wash his face when he went out today.

What's this all about.

Are there so many messy books in the world?
Shanghai Xiaowang looked on, one head and two big, and then knocked on a pine nut and said, "Hey, have you heard of it? In fact, half a month ago, we got off this K3 international train and were robbed."

"I heard that there are quite a lot of robbers, and they are quite ruthless, but those robbers have brain problems. Isn't it funny to rob on the way to Moscow? On the way, most of the robbers brought goods. How much money do you have?" ah."

"If you go back to grab a wave, you will have more money with you."

Zhou Bingkun was speechless. Song Lin, who had just received the book "How to Raise High-Quality Traitors and Running Dogs" in the upper right berth, couldn't help but rolled her eyes and asked, "Can you speak? There are still people who are looking forward to being robbed?"

"Besides, how do you know that the people who went back brought a lot of money? There are also many people who brought goods."

When Xiao Wang saw the goddess talking to him, he immediately said excitedly, "It's not the same. When you go, you bring gloves and shoes, which are all best-selling items. They take up less space and are easy to carry. You can't go back. The mainstream is still from Mao. When Xiong brings machinery or heavy industrial products back to the mainland, how many people can buy a suitable machine, and if they buy it, how much can they bring?"

It is mainly light industrial supplies, such as gloves, shoes, instant noodles, socks, etc., which occupy a small area.

Back home, most of them are heavy industrial products, not to mention that not everyone can buy them, and the weight is also a big problem... The little guy is restricted in the weight of carry-on luggage.

Just like changing tanks from watermelons on the border of Heilongjiang Province, is it easy to dismantle a car of watermelons to move them one by one, or is it easier to disassemble a tank?How to disassemble the tank? ?

When Zhou Bingkun went, he brought daily necessities for light industry, and when he came back, he brought machines for making personal computers. Of course, it must not be a complete set, and the full set must be pulled by a carriage. Division of labor and cooperation, each person brings several kinds, and assembles them into machines and production lines.

Although... Mao Xiong's personal computer production basically relies on copying, which is copied from Amei's house and Europa, but it can be copied to produce home computers, and the scientific and technological significance also exists. The target is Amei's Apple II.

Later chips, processors, etc., were all copied.

If this is shipped back to China, it will still be huge profits.

After all, Mao Xiong bought these things at various cheap prices.

But for Bingkun, it’s okay to say that a team of several hundred people’s congresses work together, and it’s normal to be scattered. If you want to return to the mainland from Moscow, what should you bring with you?That's really hard to say.

Under Xiao Wang's excited words, Song Lin laughed angrily, "Why, you really want to meet robbers?"

Xiao Wang was even more elated, "Hey, I'm not bragging. If I meet robbers like the one I came here, just wait. I'll easily kill seven or eight of them one at a time, so that those guys can know what it means to be unjust and unjust." Kill yourself!"

While talking, he also flaunted his fists.

Mr. Zhao and Zhou Bingkun were speechless.

But this is a young man who met a beautiful woman and really wanted to show off his strengths with a peacock, so there was no need to worry too much about it.

Another few hours passed.

The train from Moscow was almost at Kirov Station, when Mr. Zhao was suddenly awakened by a burst of exclamation.

It was almost the same as on the way here, just a group of shouts such as don't move, robbery, etc., which frightened the passengers in the farther carriages and corridors, causing confusion.

The difference is that most of the shouts of robbery here are in Russian.

His expression became extremely subtle.

Why did you encounter robbery when you came here, and you still have it when you come back?Has the Chinese robber turned into a bear?Do you want to...

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"Egor, what you said, no matter whether we can grab good things or not, you will give our brother 50 knives afterwards!"

"Maxim, the most important task of your team this time is to search the passengers on this train in the name of robbery and what they are carrying. The islander who loaded the Gulf War confidential files last time, if he hadn't been robbed Bandits, then he and those confidential files were transported to Moscow without anyone noticing!"

"When you do things, stealing money is just a cover-up, mainly to see which passengers are particularly precious and which are inconspicuous things at first sight, such as confidential documents."

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Zhao Xueyan couldn't help but burst out laughing when a conversation between bears and bears a few carriages away was heard in his ears. He co-authored a prank on his way to Moscow, which triggered a butterfly effect?

This wave of thugs are fake thugs. The purpose is not to steal money, but to check along the way to see if there are any secrets or things that should not be transported that have been transported out of Moscow.

As for why the customs didn't strictly investigate.

Still the same sentence, Mao Xiong's customs, give money, give enough, it doesn't matter anything.

In the early 90s, Zhou Bingkun's team was able to transport away pirated counterfeit computer production equipment without any difficulty, which is also a side proof.

After a while, Mr. Zhao continued to read.

The team of robbers finally approached this compartment. When various noises rang out outside, Zhou Bingkun and Xiao Wang in the compartment were shocked. On the contrary, it was Song Lin who was stunned and instinctively touched the back of the compartment and felt empty. Waiting resentfully with vigilance.

When the door of this box was kicked open, three strong Eastern European men rushed in with swords and sticks.

"Robbery!"

"Don't move, raise your hands!"

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Zhao Xueyan raised his hand like an ordinary passenger, and the others did the same. The three robbers rushed in and tossed Li in various ways.

Melon seeds, peanuts and pine nuts were thrown all over the floor, and all kinds of things in the suitcases of several people were also messed up.

When they pulled out some scattered machines for making counterfeit computers from Zhou Bingkun's box, after several threats and questioning, Zhou Bingkun also timidly said that he didn't understand, and he just bought along with others.

A few robbers didn't care about it, until a robber grabbed a English-Russian version of "My Struggle-How to Become the King of the California Underground from a Useless Veteran", and he looked at Zhao Xueyan in amazement, "What's this?"

President Zhao shrugged, "Books, autobiographical books."

The robber asked suspiciously, "The veteran of the waste wood, the king of the underground in California?"

Zhao Xueyan explained, "Yes, this is a veteran of Amei's family who retired from the South Vietnam War. He was tortured by PTSD until he embarked on the path of illegal crimes, such as bribing important officials, soliciting a vote of comrades and gangs to grab territory. Step by step The autobiography of expanding his power until he became the king of California's evil forces."

The robber's eyes lit up, "Really, is the story true?"

Zhao Xueyan nodded, "Yes, the autobiography has been published, and there are still fake ones."

The robber rubbed his hands excitedly, "I want this book!"

When he grabbed the book and walked out excitedly, another robber also grabbed a book, wondering, "The weakness of human nature, how to plan to become a big winner of the Ponzi scheme? How do I feel about your book here? Weird."

Mr. Zhao was speechless, "Is it really appropriate for you robbers to specialize in robbing books?"

The titles of his books here may seem a bit out of place at first glance, but most of them are adapted from facts, and each book corresponds to the brilliant life of one or a few trendsetters.

Most of them are those who are trendy, not in this plane.

These are all books of the nature of knocking on the door of happiness. Don’t forget that in the last [-] million detective Lei Luo’s biography, Zhao always won the Nobel Prize in Literature, beating the old man and Hai’s Nobel Prize.

Even the first Nobel Prize was a book in which he wrote an outline of the story, and then manifested it with words and magical powers. Later, in order to consolidate the status of the Nobel Prize, he also embodied many epic and in-depth stories.

Several robbers looked at Mr. Zhao in disgust, grabbed the book and left, before disappearing, they even pasted a note on the sleeper door as a sign...

Inside the soft sleeper, the three of them looked at each other again, some of them didn't know what to say.

A few minutes later, another wave of robbers broke in. They were still three Eastern European youths. These three were not as simple as the previous three. After entering, they saw the messy luggage. Song Lin, the upper right berth, suddenly smirked, put away the knife and wanted to do something bad.

Even if it is an appointment, use the name of robbery to check whether the passengers have hidden any confidential information documents. The robbery is fake, but the search is real.

But during the robbery, no one can ask every robber to have integrity online.

When a robber was about to go to bed, Zhao Xueyan said, "Wait."

The Eastern European youth with the knife stuck in his back belt was taken aback for a moment, and said with a sinister smile, "Boy, how dare you meddle in your own business?"

Mr. Zhao grabbed a revolver with his hands. The three robbers were shocked, Song Lin, Zhou Bingkun, and Xiao Wang were also shocked. After the crowd was stunned, Zhao Xueyan opened the revolver, and there was only one bullet in it.

"Rooting also requires basic qualities. Let's play Russian roulette, just one bullet. Do you dare to bet?!"

"If you win the bet, you can do whatever you want. If you lose the bet, get out!"

After fiddling with the revolver, Mr. Zhao closed the revolver with a flick of the gun amidst the clattering sound.

The face of the young man with the knife on his waist turned dark all of a sudden, but the eyes of the other two robbers shone brightly, and someone whistled directly, "Nicholas, bet with him!"

"Come on, don't disgrace us! You won't dare, Nikolay?"

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Under the sound of his companion blowing the whistle, Nicholas stared at Mr. Zhao uncertainly for dozens of seconds, gritted his teeth and grabbed the revolver, "Boy, you are very kind! You are dead!"

In the scolding, when he grabbed the gun and took it away, he didn't aim the revolver at himself like a regular roulette wheel, but his face changed, and he quickly raised his hand and put the muzzle of the gun on Mr. Zhao's head, laughing, "Stupid bird , are you stupid, you don’t even know how to use a revolver, you deserve to die!”

One of the Eastern European men who was whistling was confused, put down his stick and cursed, "Nicholas, you bastard, how can a fair game play such tricks? Are you still a Slav?"

Mr. Zhao also said speechlessly, "You are too careless."

In this situation, only Song Lin, who is on the upper right bunk, has a... faint sense of familiarity. She has experienced someone betting on rock-paper-scissors with her. She made the scissors seriously and wanted to win within the rules. The one who knocked her out with a knife.

Seeing this scene, Song Lin screamed in her heart, it turns out that the whole world is so unruly.

The only way to tell the rules is to be cheated.

A lot of thoughts flashed through her mind, the moment Nicholas was about to pull the trigger, Song Lin threw her right wrist around Nicholas' neck, trying to throw him out.

But her strength was too weak, this fall only made Nicholas slightly shake his body, the trigger clicked, and the gun was empty.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mr. Zhao took the machete from Nicholas' back, raised the knife and dropped it, blood gushing out like a waterfall.

Nicholas howled miserably, and the hands holding the revolver fell to the floor of the carriage. The other two Eastern European youths were also anxious, and each roared and chopped at Mr. Zhao with knives and steel pipes.

Another two sabers.

Three new arms were flying, and when the three thugs rushed to the street together, Mr. Zhao picked up the revolver in the pool of blood, handed it to Song Lin, and said, "I'll come as soon as I go, you use this to defend yourself."

Although Song Lin was frightened but not afraid, she instinctively pushed the gun, "You still hold it, thank you just now."

Mr. Zhao said with a smile, "Rock, paper, scissors?"

Song Lin, "OK?"

While saying yes, while watching Mr. Zhao throwing out his empty hand to make a move, she also instinctively threw out the stone, and then her eyes went dark again, and she was knocked out.

After a few seconds.

When Song Lin regained consciousness, she saw Mr. Zhao stepping out of the car, and she had not only a revolver in her hand, but also several boxes of bullets.

Her brain was dizzy and she thought of something, and Song Lin exclaimed suddenly, "It's you? It's you?"

Damn it, just now, when Nicholas snatched the gun and didn't talk about martial arts, he clearly agreed to play Russian roulette, but the moment he made a surprise attack, she still felt that scene was familiar in her heart.

Who thought that in the blink of an eye, he would be knocked out because of a round of rock-paper-scissors? ?

Just like this, Mr. Zhao still has the face to complain that others don't pay attention?The least important thing is how are you?
When she endured countless times of vomiting, she touched the revolver and the bullet in her hand, Song Lin turned over quickly and got out of bed, and rushed out stepping on the pool of blood...

She remembered that before she passed out, the three Eastern European youths underground were still alive with missing one or two arms each, but now the three were as motionless as dead fish.

It was all during her coma, Mr. Zhao did it? ?

Can't care about so much, what she thinks most at this moment is not how to get through this robbery safely, but to find Mr. Zhao and ask him who he is.

Mr. Zhao was the one who told her about the confidential information about the Gulf War.

It was also the man who didn't talk about martial arts ethics, and made her little policeman almost become a joke.

After she disappeared with Zhao Xueyan, Zhou Bingkun touched the blood on his face, and said to Xiao Wang, "Xiao Wang, as you wish, you are robbed again, what don't you do?"

(End of this chapter)