My 1979

Buff pulled out of the restaurant. As she was walking and thinking, she bumped into someone unknowingly and was startled.

She looked up and saw her fellow countryman Ivanov.

"Hello, Mr. Ivanov, Mr. Li is having dinner."

Ivanov glanced at the door of the restaurant, then turned to the door of the hotel to smoke. He was not in a hurry to report the matter.

Bavla followed him inexplicably, and together they stood at the door of the hotel's porch.

A gust of winter wind blew dry leaves onto the porch, causing her to cough. The rows of trees looked tired and skeletal.

"Mr. Ivanov?" she couldn't help but ask.

Ivanov raised his head and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"I heard that you joined the army? You were also a great hero."

"The Soviet Union withdrew its troops from Afghanistan, and I came back alive." Ivanov didn't have the slightest sense of honor, but was a little angry.

"Sorry, Mr. Ivanov."

"Oh, what's the matter? It's no big deal. I have two children, a dog, and a cat. I am living with Mr. Li now and living a good life."

"You will return to your hometown, right?" Bavla continued to ask.

Ivanov nodded, "Yes, my family has been sent back to Belarus. No one wants to stay here anymore, and I will not stay here."

"Then I have a problem, can you give me some advice?" Bavla asked cautiously.

"Say it."

Bavla repeated Li He's words, and then asked, "If I go back too, you will help me, right?"

"Then, my suggestion is that you'd better do what Mr. Li wants." Ivanov narrowed his eyes and said to her, "This is an opportunity for you, isn't it?"

"Opportunity?" Of course Bavla understands, but she just pretends not to understand. Apart from her body, what else about her is worth 200,000 US dollars?

Ivanov smiled and said, "Poor girl, don't act stupid, your youth cannot last forever."

He stamped out the cigarette butt, turned around and left the hospital, saying no more.

Bafla was left alone in a daze.

Pan Songtong in the restaurant.

Li He asked, "Is there any news recently?"

Pan Song said, "Anyway, there is nothing important at the moment. You have a good rest."

"You don't want to go back?"

Pan Song said, "After so many years, I have long been used to it. Don't be anxious about this."

"I promise to go back in the summer." Li He said with a smile.

After eating, Li He returned to the room. Bafula knocked on the door. After getting Li He's permission, he came in, crossed his hands together, lowered his head, and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Mr. Li, I decided Back to Minsk.”

Pan Song didn't understand English, so he closed the door and went out.

Li He said, "Very good, go find Mr. Jiang Jianpin. He will make arrangements for the whole process for you. I wish you a safe journey."

Jiang Jianjian graduated the year before last. Logically speaking, he was appointed by the Red Star Institute of Chemistry in Northern Hubei and should return to China to obey the assignment. But after Li He asked for his opinion, he kept him by his side.

Jiang Jianjian himself was unwilling to go back. Over the years, he had helped Pan Song and others run around. His pockets had become richer and his horizons had broadened. He no longer had much interest in going back to work to survive.

Naturally, the Red Star Chemical Research Institute had Liu Baoyong and others to help with the matter, so there was no problem at all.

He gave up his iron rice bowl, so Li He naturally wanted to protect his future, so Jiang Jianjian was currently doing a lot of the work.