No matter which possibility it is, it is a good thing for Friendship Leather City. Once this matter spreads, the leather city's investment promotion work will become easier.
As for whether Yi Hongxuan was really involved in this, whether he loved it or not, the blisters on the soles of his feet were caused by himself. Nan Yi, his cheap cousin, didn't like to meddle in his cousin's affairs. If it weren't for Yi Jinru's request, and if Yi Hongxuan ran a restaurant, Nan Yi would not bother to visit him.
Bao Huantou came to chat about gossip as a sideline, as he had to go and send out invitations. He left after a short while. When he was almost reaching the gate, Nan Yi noticed the female translator that Bao Huantou brought with him. You know what, she looked pretty good.
A little after three o'clock in the afternoon, Nan Yi received a call from Yepisov, asking him to go to Bono Restaurant in the evening.
Nan Yi agreed and arrived at the Ukraine Hotel on time at 5:20. Bono Restaurant was located on the 29th/30th floor of the hotel.
The Bono Restaurant in 1991 seemed a little unusual. Nan Yi was stopped outside the door by the doorman and was not allowed to enter. After he reported Yepisov's name, the doorman changed his attitude and said he could enter, but only with two people and not with guns.
No one showed their gun, but the doorman spoke out. This made Nan Yi look at him a few more times. Thinking of the White House he had seen on the road just now, he compared the height difference between the two buildings in his mind and realized that the doorman might just be in disguise or working part-time.
Nan Yi asked the school beauty and Tianxian to leave their guns behind and go in with him, while the others went downstairs to wait.
I entered the restaurant and followed the waiter's instructions to find the way to the rooftop. I walked a few steps to the rooftop and saw the back of Yepisov's head under the glass arch on the far left, as well as his iconic spiral baldness.
There was a woman sitting opposite him whom Nan Yi knew. She could be seen on TV whenever Moscow Channel 2 was not broadcasting "Swan Lake". The woman was Evelyn Aksinya, the host of the "Time" program. It was a rare woman whose name did not contain the character "baby".
[Since August 1991, all Soviet revisionist TV stations have been broadcasting Swan Lake repeatedly.]
With the word "mistress" circling in his mind, Nan Yi walked towards the back of Yepisov's head.
"Hello, Miss Aksinya."
Regardless of whether she was a mistress or not, Nan Yi planned to be more cordial first. He held Aksinya's hand and kissed it.
It's nice that there's no overpowering perfume on women's hands.
Nan Yi actually doesn’t like the smell of perfume very much. The faint smell of shampoo and shower gel that remains on a woman’s hair and body after she takes a bath is the most beautiful thing to him. He can’t smell anything like poison or charm at all.
Letting go of Aksinya's hand, Nan Yi naturally sat in the seat next to her.
Perhaps he guessed that Nan Yi would make random associations, so as soon as Nan Yi sat down, Yepisov introduced: "Adam, Evelyn is my sister's daughter."
"I see. I was just wondering why Miss Aksinya and you, Yepisov, look so alike. There is a saying in our country that nephews and nieces will look very similar to their uncles."
Nan Yi was not embarrassed at all about the fact that he had just mistaken her for a mistress, and he directly changed to a niece. But he was a little confused. Why did Yepisov bring his niece with him? Could it be that the anonymous account in the Swiss bank that Yepisov used to collect money was in Aksinya's hands?
"It's not strange. My sister and I look a lot like each other."
Upon hearing what Yepisov said, Nan Yi started to complain in his heart: "Well, you really dare to continue. If your sister looks like you, then it's all over. I have to assume that Aksinya was taken away by mistake in the hospital."
How to put it, not being ugly is the highest compliment to Yepisov’s appearance. What stands out most about him is the temperament of a superior, as the saying goes, one KGB can cover up a hundred uglinesses.
Nan Yi found Yepisov very pleasing to the eye. No matter from which angle he looked at him, he could see Franklin smiling at him.
"Ms. Aksinya, I'm very interested in your working hours. Your show is broadcast at 9 o'clock in the evening. Does that mean you work in the evening as well?"
Not knowing how to respond to Yepisov's words, Nan Yi turned around and started chatting with Aksinya.
"Not really. I have to go to the TV station at 2pm to start preparing. I have to do my makeup and familiarize myself with the script in advance."
Aksinya answered Nan Yi's questions in a very relaxed manner. Her tone, voice and even timbre were different from when she was the host.
"Is that so? What about the time to get off work?"
"Not necessarily, usually around ten o'clock," Aksinya replied.
"What about today?"
"I've been away for two days."
Aksinya said casually, with no expression of loss on her face.
As far as Nan Yi knows, Moscow TV's Channel 1 stopped broadcasting at the end of August, but Channel 2 is still broadcasting. However, it is also in a precarious situation. Resigning at this time is not a bad choice.
Yepisov, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, “Adam, do you know the Central Lenin Stadium?”
"I know. That's the Torpedo Team's home ground. Mostovoi teased the Torpedo Team there." Nan Yi made a big joke.
Although the Soviet revisionists are in chaos now, it does not affect the progress of the top football competition "Senior Football League" at all, and Mostovoi is currently the number one in "Soviet High".
"Adam, this is Moscow, don't speak ill of the Torpedo Team."
"OK, go ahead."
Nan Yi suddenly realized that the joke he made was not a small one. Russian football hooligans are no joke.
"It has been 35 years since the Central Lenin Stadium was put into use. The last renovation was before the 1980 Olympics. Now another 10 years have passed. Some parts are old and it is time to repair them, but the Sports Bureau has no funds for repairs."
As he spoke, Yepisov looked at Nan Yi, waiting for his reaction.
Nan Yi asked thoughtfully: "The stadium can accommodate 100,000 people, right?"
"The exact number is 103,000 people, and there is a small stadium next to it that can accommodate 8,000 people," said Yepisov.
“The Sports Authority wants to rent out the stadium?”
"Yes."
Nan Yi simulated the traffic route from the stadium to the Ant Market in his mind. The two places are approximately 20 kilometers apart. According to the traffic conditions in Moscow, it would take about fifty minutes, less than an hour, to drive there.
The subway station next to the stadium is the Sports Station, and the One Ant Market is the Guerrilla Station. The two places cannot be reached directly. From the stadium to the One Ant Market, you need to take Line 2 and transfer to Line 3. Both places are not too far from the subway entrance, so vendors can easily travel back and forth between the two places to purchase goods.
"Episov, I will go to the stadium to check it out tomorrow, and we can talk about the rest later."
"No problem, let's order now?" Yepisov said with a smile.
"You come, I'm free."
After the order was placed and the waiter served the food, Yepisov said while cutting the steak, "For some reason, Evelyn is no longer able to continue working at the TV station, so she resigned. I introduced several jobs to her, but Evelyn was not very satisfied with any of them. Adam, do you have any good recommendations?"
“You bastard, damn it…” Nan Yi cursed in his mind, “Just because I don’t want to eat those two swallows, you send your own niece to me? Damn it, you’re going to eat me.”
600 milliseconds to relieve the depression in my heart, 300 milliseconds to think about the pros and cons, 100 milliseconds to put a little more smile on my cheeks, turned around, looked at Aksinya's face, "Ms. Aksinya, are you willing to be my assistant? I have to state in advance that being my assistant will be very hard and you will be responsible for a lot of work."
Hearing Nan Yi's words, Aksinya subconsciously glanced at Yepisov. After getting some hint from Yepisov, she looked at Nan Yi again and said, "Of course I am willing, but I have no similar work experience before, so I may not be able to do it well."
"It doesn't matter. No matter who you are, you will eventually get there. If you agree, wait for me at the door of No. 316 Xincun Street at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. Please be on time. I hate people who are not on time."
Nan Yi planned to give Aksinya a good rest, starting with her waking habits. A public figure who needed to pay attention to her appearance might take an hour or even longer to put on makeup, wash, choose clothes, put on makeup, and commute. If she wanted to arrive at the consulate on time at seven o'clock, getting up at half past five would probably be in time.
It would be a very painful thing to change from getting up at around 12 o'clock to 5:30 all of a sudden, changing the biological clock. Nan Yi had already imagined the scene of Aksinya breathing heavily tomorrow.
The gloom on Aksinya's face flashed away, and she responded in a tone that could hardly conceal her depression.
Yepisov was very satisfied with the result. His movements in cutting the steak became much lighter and the sauce on the plate seemed even more lovely.
Nan Yi was already sorting out the things he needed to pay attention to in his mind. He was very depressed. For a long time in the future, he would have to wear the mask on his face 24 hours a day, all day long.
After dinner, Nan Yi went back to the consulate. When passing Negrin Street, he took a look at the Sandutnov Bathhouse, the most famous sauna in Moscow.
It is said that the Tsar visited here and when Napoleon captured Moscow, he did not forget to come here to take a sauna. There are even more stories about the Soviet revisionist leaders, some true and some false, some real and some imaginary.
Thinking about coming here one day to experience what wonders there are, Nan Yi was about to look away when he saw the bathroom door being pushed open. A man and a woman walked out from inside. The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders and the woman leaned on the man's arm.
Behind the two of them, there were a few guys who made Nan Yi want to hum "Superstar in Troubled Times".
Lifting his hips and twisting his head 90 degrees, Nan Yi looked at the woman's face again. Only after confirming that she was the female neighbor on the K3 train did he look away.
"Tiger cub, did you see that?"
"The second gun handle on the left waist is exposed. It should be a homemade shotgun." Tiger cub said bluntly.
"Well, angel, have you ever seen a man with his arms around a woman on a train?"
"No, not the man who had sex with her in the car."
Nan Yi stroked his chin and said, "It's quite interesting. Next time I run into them, I'll find out if they are from Moscow or the robbers on the train."
…
The next day, seven o'clock.
Nan Yi showed up at the door of the consulate on time and just saw Aksinya park her car on the side of the road and get out of the car. Although there was no sign of lethargy or haggardness on her face, she exuded a sense of tiredness all over her body. It was unclear whether she had not slept last night or was forcibly awakened by her brain this morning.
Whatever it was, Aksinya’s condition couldn’t be very good at the moment.
When Aksinya came to him, Nan Yi greeted her in the morning. Before she could digest his courtesy, he said coldly, "Aksinya, you are the assistant and I am the boss. Today is your first day at work. I can forgive you. From now on, please set your watch 15 minutes ahead. If I say 7 o'clock, you should arrive at 6:45 at the latest."
As he spoke, Nan Yi handed a briefcase and a military satchel to Aksinya. "The briefcase contains official documents, and the green bag contains my personal belongings. Get familiar with them when you get in the car. When I need them, you can pass them to me promptly and quickly. Also, get familiar with me as soon as possible, and don't wait for me to ask for anything. Now, get in the car."
Nan Yi said this, got into the car, waited for Aksinya to get in, and let the school beauty drive.
"Are there any other landmark places near the Central Lenin Stadium?" After the car drove out, Nan Yi spread out the map in his hand and asked Aksinya.
Aksinya was stunned for a moment, and only reacted under Nan Yi's cold gaze, "Ah... there is... No. 14 Middle School."
"Is there anything special about No. 14 Middle School?"
“It is one of two secondary schools in Moscow that offers Chinese language courses.”
"What's the other one?"
"No. 11 Middle School."
Aksinya was getting into the mood and was waiting for Nan Yi to continue asking questions, but Nan Yi grabbed her left wrist, raised her hand, and put his nose to her armpit to sniff.
Aksinya's body odor was not too strong, but faint, and far from Nan Yi's tolerance limit.
Putting down Aksinya's wrist, Nan Yi said sternly, "From now on, you are not allowed to wear perfume during work hours. Take a bath with roses before going out in the morning. I will reimburse the cost of the roses. Also, your work hours must be synchronized with mine. You must be there when I start working, and you can only rest when I rest. In order to save you some commuting time, you should go back and pack your personal belongings and move them here after get off work today."
On the way, they stopped for a while in front of a breakfast truck, and Tianxian went down to buy Nan Yi a glass of tomato juice, two eggs and a Russian pancake.
When breakfast was over, the school beauty had already driven the car to the sports station. Nan Yi glanced at the road signs on the side of the road. To the left was No. 14 Middle School, and to the right was the stadium.
Nan Yi asked the school beauty to stop the car and got off to look at the exit. From time to time, boys and girls Some of them had typical Russian features, some had Caucasian features, and he also saw a yellow girl with obvious Chinese features. However, she should not be an overseas student. The headscarf on the girl's head reminded Nan Yi of the Hui people. He guessed that the girl was a Dungan.
Following the boys and girls towards No. 14 Middle School for a while, Nan Yi arrived at the school gate. He stopped to look at the scale of the school building, and then greeted in Chinese to several students aged twelve or thirteen who were walking into the campus. He received a response, also in Chinese, with a slightly awkward accent, but it did not hinder understanding.
"Find out how many students there are in this school, and also find out the Chinese proficiency of senior students." After greeting the students, Nan Yi said to Aksinya, "This is your task this afternoon. Make good use of your identity."
Being a well-known TV host can bring a lot of conveniences, and you won't be rejected anywhere.
After leaving the gate of No. 14 Middle School and walking for about ten minutes, Nan Yi and his group arrived at the outskirts of the stadium.
Nan Yi directly filtered out the sculptures and greenery, his eyes turned into a ruler, measuring the circular open space surrounding the stadium, walked around, and began to look for the open entrance of the stadium.
I was lucky enough. When I walked from the south gate to the east gate, I saw someone guarding the door. I knocked the door open with a 50-ruble note. I walked to the center of the football field which was not covered with grass and looked around the audience seats. The densely packed and endless seats did not cause me to have claustrophobia.
After taking a look, Nan Yi withdrew his gaze. Although the auditorium seats were arranged neatly and it seemed that stalls could be set up on them, in fact, the load-bearing capacity was a problem.
Keeping the size of the football field in mind, Nan Yi walked along the entrance where athletes usually entered the stadium to the bottom of the audience seats.
The bottom of the auditoriums and stadiums are usually empty, with seats above and rooms with various functions below. There is also a circular walkway around the inner diameter of the stadium. The circular walkway of the Central Lenin Stadium is very wide, more than eight meters. If it is used for setting up stalls, stalls are set up on both sides, and there is more than four meters reserved in the middle for people to walk.
After walking around and crossing the football field several times, when he returned to the starting point, an idea had already appeared in Nan Yi's mind.
Stalls are set up in the aisles, not divided into specific areas, one after another. The previous one sells socks, and the next one may sell small commodities. Boutique stalls with more expensive rents are set up at the location of the football field.
The east gate of the stadium is the entrance. After entering, customers can only walk north, continue west along the aisle, or go directly into the football field in the middle. The exits on the west and south are all open, so customers who have finished shopping can leave easily.
In this way, the stalls on the south side seem to be at a disadvantage, but in fact, Nan Yi plans to transform the stadium into a market that requires tickets to enter, two rubles or five rubles. Customers enter the stadium with tickets, and then go to the last exit on the south side to get a stamp. The stamped ticket becomes a lottery ticket, and the five-digit ticket code on it becomes the lottery number.
After the market closes for the day, the only grand prize of the day will be announced, which will be 50,000 rubles or other attractive but not too large numbers.
The way of drawing the lottery is very simple. There are five large dice of different colors. Different colors represent different digits. Customers are randomly invited to go on the stage, pick up the dice and throw them into the sky. Paying customers holding paintball guns shoot at the dice (paintball guns need to be purchased). The side with the most colors on it represents the digit on the dice.
Similarly, five numbers are generated, and whoever has the matching numbers on his lottery ticket wins the grand prize. If there are no identical numbers, find the six closest numbers (first find the ones that are larger, and if the ones that are larger are less than three people, add the corresponding number of people). Let them come out to draw poker cards, and whoever draws the largest card wins the grand prize.
The lottery link can cooperate with local casinos in Moscow. The rules will be formulated by Nan Yi, and the prizes will be distributed by the casinos. The casinos will also have to pay the market a rent equal to the lottery prize every day. As for how the casinos attract customers, Nan Yi will not ask. Anyway, billboards and roll-up banners cannot be put up. This is the market's private territory and must be kept to sell for money.
Tickets, lottery revenue, advertising revenue, and booth fees are all revenue items. Booths are charged by square meter, and one square meter can be rented for around five hundred dollars per month. Assuming a booth occupies four square meters, that's two thousand dollars per month. The stadium can easily allocate tens of thousands of booths, and the monthly rental income can definitely reach hundreds of millions, or 1.2 billion a year. If you count half of that as miscellaneous costs, Nan Yi can still keep 50% for himself, which is about three hundred million dollars.
“This place is worth renting.”
When making estimates, Nan Yi tends to overestimate expenses and underestimate revenues, and the final result is usually better than expected. A business of more than 300 million US dollars a year is already worth his consideration.
With a plan in mind, Nan Yi left the stadium immediately, leaving Aksinya there and leaving some money for her.
The Central Lenin Stadium is not small in size. Although Nan Yi only walked around it a few times, more than six hours had passed. It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. In the car, Nan Yi called Yepisov and asked him to help find two experts from the Moscow Construction Ministry's Architectural Design Bureau to take a look and design a plan. He first had to know how many stalls could be squeezed in.
In addition, he also needs to inquire from the General Administration of Sports how many competitions will be held in the stadium every year, and he has to calculate how many days a year the stadium will be closed for business.
After eating something on the way, Nan Yi returned to the consulate and sat in front of his computer to start typing.
Type the next line of title: My Struggle: The Wan Tower Project, then change to another line and add a subtitle: The Mystery of the Disappearing $27.5 Trillion.
"In 1989, the GDP of the Soviet Union was 2.5 trillion US dollars; in 1990, it was 600 billion US dollars; in 1991..."
Nan Yi thought for a moment and typed on the document: "In 1991, 757.5 billion US dollars; an average of 1285 billion US dollars a year. Excluding the fixed assets that cannot be converted into cash, the Soviet revisionists have hundreds of trillions of dollars in convertible assets. I, Leo Vanta, a man destined to be the king of the world, will take away 27.5 trillion US dollars from the Soviet revisionists."
Stopping typing on the keyboard, Nan Yi tried again to recall whether he had remembered the number "27.5 trillion" incorrectly. After confirming that he had not remembered it incorrectly, Nan Yi selected "27" and tapped twice to change the number to "39". The subtitle instantly became "The mystery of the disappearance of 39.5 trillion US dollars."
The disintegration of the Soviet revisionism and the impending economic collapse in Russia all required a brave person to step forward and take the blame. Needless to say, an American with political connections was the most suitable candidate.
Make up a story that doesn't need to be flawless, and can even be a little absurd, and spread it well to relieve the pressure on Boris's faction and gain goodwill. This is one of the plans that Nan Yi had for Vasily's group to escape from Moscow in the future.
In his previous life, Nan Yi had read the hardcore science fiction short novel “Wan Tower Project”. It must be said that although the author’s financial knowledge was relatively weak and he did not have much understanding of currency, his imagination was still quite broad. Nan Yi felt that the other party was just like him, a person who made up his mind without checking or calculating numbers, and could come up with it just by thinking.
However, I am still not as brave as him. 27.5 trillion is still too little, and 39.5 trillion looks more shocking.
After thinking about it in his mind, Nan Yi continued to type: "I, Leo Vanta, come from the long-standing and famous Vanta family. In 1098 AD, during the First Crusade, the Vanta family already had assets equivalent to 107.4652 trillion US dollars today, most of which were gold coins of strong value.
After more than 900 years of development, the Wanta family has flourished and can be found in every corner of the world. Countless celebrities in history were born into or sponsored by the Wanta family. From east to west, the Wanta family supported Zoroastrianism in Persia, and the Zoroastrianism went to the East to create the Ming Cult. The Ming Cult found a beggar as a white glove and helped him ascend the throne of the emperor.
Napoleon, a short boy born on Corgassi, never considered himself a Frenchman since he was a child and was obsessed with making Corgassi independent. His idea was not liked by a French farmer from the Vanta family, who came to the Marseilles manor of the Vanta branch of the family and knelt quietly for 49 days, finally moving the head of the branch.
The leader of the side branch waved his hand, listed Napoleon as the seventh-class white glove, and supported him all the way to become the Emperor of France, allowing Napoleon, who hated France, to expand the territory for France.
More than three hundred years ago, a houseboy named Rothschild complained to a maid of the Vantaa family at that time. Because the maid had a unique skill in cleaning ears, she was deeply loved by the butler of the Vantaa family at that time. In the Vantaa Manor, she had a little status and could mobilize the white gloves of the kings of five small countries to serve her.
The son said: "There are several poor Jewish relatives in my family who often come to borrow money and never get tired of asking for money."
The maid thought about it for a while and said to the son: "Give some money to your poor relatives and let them set up a mutual aid society to support each other and develop together. The name can be called the Illuminati or Freemasonry."
The family son followed his words and sent his least promising son, Rothschild Jr., out of the family to work hard with his poor relatives. Twenty years later, the Illuminati emerged and became a good organization.
Time passed slowly, and hundreds of years passed. The Vanta family had lost interest in wealth. The son of the ...
I still remember that ten years ago, little Scarlett Johansson came to my estate to find me, and shyly asked to borrow $100 million from me. I waved my hand and said generously: "Why borrow? Go ahead, take the $100 billion and spend it."
Ten years later, I was very happy to see Scarlett Johansson turn $100 billion into $50 billion, losing only half of it.
Perhaps it was because I had lived without worries for too long, I suddenly had an idea and designed a little game for myself - using $420,000, without using the power of my family, I could take away $39.5 trillion from the Soviet revisionists. The first step was to start by shorting gold..."
Just as Nan Yi's thoughts were pouring out like a spring, his fingers were flying, and the phone on the table rang.
"Master Nan, another hotel was robbed."
"daytime?"
"It happened just half an hour ago. I heard the money wasn't that much. One Miko was worth six or seven rubles."
"Oh, then hurry up and send out the invitations. The business will open in two days, and we don't even have a tenant yet." Nan Yi put the phone in his pocket, saved the document, and turned off the computer. "Pay more attention. There are several more projects waiting to be launched."
"Master Nan, I know. I'm running. I'm not lazy at all."
"Anything else?"
"No more. I'll go to the hotel that was just robbed to post it."
"Yeah, hung up."
Friendship Leather City seems to be doing well. Whatever they want, they can get. Now that two hotels have been snatched away, the difficulty of attracting investment has been reduced a little.
After a moment of secret joy, Nan Yi couldn't help but complain: "A bunch of cowards, you can't hold back your anger when you see a coward, right? If you can't bear it, go and rob the foreigners."
Without asking or inquiring, Nan Yi accused the robbers of being Chinese. The people in Moscow still retained a little rationality in the chaos, and not many of them have turned evil. The only ones who could do something like robbing Chinese people could only be those bastards who couldn't make it in the country and ran out to commit crimes against their own people.
If we talk about the number of foreigners in Moscow nowadays, from most to least, they are Chinese, Vietnamese, and North Koreans. The Chinese are mostly traders, while those who study abroad or are evil are a minority, and the composition is quite complicated.
The Vietnamese traders are 70% to 30% foreign students. They are relatively united and do not cause trouble. If you do, don't even think of provoking them. If one of them is bullied, all of them will pounce on you. The North Koreans have little sense of presence. Most of them are foreign students or cadres sent by the country. They are relatively well-behaved and your voices are almost never heard.
What he saw and heard in the past few days made Nan Yi realize that there were already several gangs of restless Chinese people in Moscow. It was really weird. Moscow was now in the golden age of being a trader. You could make tens of thousands of dollars a year with your eyes closed. If you don't do business, what's the point of hanging around?
After complaining, Nan Yi put aside his idea of ​​hard science fiction, walked out of the office, picked up a hoe, and went to a corner of the yard to open up a ridge. Winter was approaching, and he wanted to try whether he could use plastic film to build a greenhouse in Moscow.
Logically, it is unlikely because the snow is too heavy and the plastic film roof can easily collapse , but he still wants to try and see if there is any way to circumvent and save it.
The reclamation group's reclamation in Siberia is one of the established plans. Due to concerns about certain people and things, the cost budget of the Siberia reclamation plan is very low, and they have to find ways to continue to compress it, so that there will not be too many fixed assets to take with them when they have to run away one day.
The fruit hasn't even ripened yet, but he has to plan to run away. This makes Nan Yi a little annoyed. After dealing with the Soviet revisionist vote, he doesn't plan to take on such big projects that require him to take a bite and then run away. It's too tiring.
He dug with the hoe, and suddenly, a string of sparks came out from the hoe, and a ding sound came into Nan Yi's ears. He bent down and dug the soil. A trace of silver emerged from the soil. He pinched the silver and pulled it, and a silver cigarette case was in Nan Yi's hand.
Looking closely, three lines of words are engraved on the north side: "For loyalty to the revolution, Commander Budyonny", and on the front side is an embossed image of a child angel.
Wiping off the dirt on the surface of the cigarette box, Nan Yi said to himself happily: "Oh, I'm so lucky to have dug up an antique, but it's not worth much."
Nan Yi happened to know a little about the cigarette box in his hand. It was awarded by Budyonny, the last cavalry marshal of mankind, to his subordinates who had made military achievements when he was the commander of the cavalry army. Many people had it, and the inscription on it was not engraved by him personally. It was purely a mass-produced product by craftsmen and was not too rare.
Budyonny is a more legendary person. Zhukov, Rokossovsky and Timoshenko all served under him. At the end of his military career, he took the blame for Stalin's vanity and was given the title of "incompetent marshal".
Putting the cigarette box aside, Nan Yi continued to dig the ground. Unexpectedly, after just a while, he hit another log. He digged a few more times on the edge and the second and third logs appeared.
"Damn, which bastard built this house without even getting rid of the trenches?" After whistling, Nan Yi asked the school beauty to get the metal detector.