Reborn King of Marketing

"While pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, and soft gauze floats on the river, Katyusha stands on the steep bank, singing like a bright spring..."

The white-haired veteran, wearing a shabby military uniform with medals on the chest, stood on the side of Lenin Street, playing the accordion with a dull expression.

Several young female soldiers passing by stopped and sang "Katyusha" following the vicissitudes of the accordion's melody.

Their white and tender legs under their short skirts were shivering from the cold, but the cold autumn wind could not dissipate their fiery feelings.

Farther away, under the setting sun, surging golden waves lapped against the side of a warship that had just sailed out of the port. A group of gray seagulls flew through the waves at the stern of the ship, pecking at the small fish knocked unconscious by the propellers.

The cold Siberian wind blowing from the north, carrying snowflakes, fell on the concrete window sill of the sixth floor of a tube building, and was blown to nowhere in the blink of an eye.

There was a fireplace burning in the small room of 17 or 18 square meters in the window, and the flames baked the interior as warm as spring.

With a bandage around his neck and his arms suspended, Zhang Xuebing stood at the window, listening to the music floating in the street and humming a few Katyusha lyrics to the rhythm.

Looking out the window, you can see the sea and the sky. There are rows of small buildings of six or seven stories high on the seaside. A stretch of white walls and red tiles extends inland along the coastline.

The setting sun is setting, and the mountains further away are gradually being swallowed up by darkness.

This is the destination of Zhang Xuebing and his group's northward journey - the city of Vostok, the largest military port of the Screw Country in the Far East.

Along with the erratic music, what happened on the train that day was like a movie replay, with scenes passing through Zhang Xuebing's mind.

That night, due to vehicle failure and track disrepair, a derailment occurred, which is called a derailment in jargon.

Zhang Xuebing and Qin Yun'er were injured and trapped in the carriage. Fortunately, the place where the accident occurred was close to a border town, and the rescue team arrived at the scene before dawn and rescued them.

Only then did Zhang Xuebing realize that although the entire train had fallen off the track, most of the people were fine. The old scholar and the others had not even scratched their oily skin.

He and Qin Yun'er were at the most unstable link, so they suffered greatly.

However, their injuries were not serious and they were immediately sent to the border town hospital.

The goods Zhang Xuebing carried on the truck were all in good condition because they were grain and sugar that were not afraid of falling.

The biggest loss on the bus was to a cargo owner who sold thermos flasks. The thermos flask bladders on several of his vans were shattered by the shock, and he was afraid that he lost all his money.

A large section of the railway was destroyed, and until it was repaired, the border town was temporarily cut off from the domestic freight channel.

Zhang Xuebing also got a blessing in disguise. His sugar and grain became the only goods that could be sent to the Screw Country during this period.

As the supply of screws in China becomes increasingly scarce, the value of these things has also risen with the tide.

After lying in the hospital for three days, Zhang Xuebing couldn't lie down anymore. He planned to take advantage of the opportunity to sell more at a higher price, so he called the old scholar and they boarded the train to Vostok directly.

When he left, he didn't even say goodbye to Qin Yun'er, who was recovering in the same hospital.

Mainly because Zhang Xuebing was afraid of seeing her again and was speechless.

That night in the dark carriage, the two lonely men and women, who thought they were about to die soon, let go of their restraints. Apart from not puncturing the window paper due to their inconvenience in movement, they used their bodies to comfort each other through the difficult few days.

Hour.

Fortunately, they persisted until the rescue team arrived.

But after that, things became awkward between the two.

Qin Yun'er was too shy to see him, Zhang Xuebing was too embarrassed to avoid him as much as possible, and his classmates were stunned for several days without seeing anyone.

To this day, Zhang Xuebing is still full of doubts when he thinks of that heroic figure.

She clearly said she was married, but she was still very ignorant and unfamiliar about many things, which was very wrong.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, "Please come in!"

The door was pushed open, and a figure entered the room carried by the cold wind.

"It's so weird here in Screw Country. It's so warm in the room and so cold in the corridor!" Shitou shook the snowflakes on his shoulders and head and complained, "It's only the end of August, it's really snowing!"

Zhang Xuebing chuckled and said, "Is the dimension here comparable to that of Lu Dong? You kid told you to read more books, but you just didn't listen!"

Shitou smiled awkwardly, "The landlady also said that the weather is abnormal. In the past, it only started snowing here in October!"

"When something goes wrong, there must be a monster, and this land will undergo a huge change!" Zhang Xuebing straightened the bandage around his neck, "What are you talking about?"

In order to gain a foothold, they did not stay in a hotel, but rented two rooms in a residential building.

This building is in an excellent location, with a view of the sea, the main road Lenin Avenue, and most of the city. It is also cheap and clean, and it avoids inspections by security personnel here in Screw Country.

If money were not tight, Zhang Xuebing would like to buy these two houses as a permanent office location.

The old scholar and Shitou lived across the street. Zhang Xuebing needed to be taken care of, so he lived here with Jiao Mujiao, who was familiar with trauma recovery. Something must have happened if Shitou came over.

Sure enough, Shitou said, "Just now a foreign girl came to see the old principal, and he asked you to come over and have a chat with her!"

The old lover of the old scholar only arranged to be picked up at the station and has not shown up yet. It seems that there must be something inconvenient. This girl should be the one she sent to contact him.

"Let's go!" Zhang Xuebing asked Shitou to help him put on his windbreaker, "You kid, be careful what you say, we are the crooked nuts here, we are all locals!"

Shitou walked in front with a smile and helped open the door. The two of them walked through the cold corridor and went straight into the opposite room.

When the door opened, the warm breeze blew in, carrying a faint scent of roses.

In the not-so-spacious medieval European-style living room, a slim girl from the screw country stood with her back.

Half of her long golden hair hangs on her shoulders, and the other half is braided around her elegant and white neck like a swan, making her appear dignified and steady yet a bit playful and lively.

The flaxen bragi lined her slender waist, and a pair of slender jade hands with ten fingers were behind her back, tapping her fingers rhythmically.

The source of the rose fragrance is on her body.

Just looking at the back, Zhang Xuebing knew that this girl with a model-like figure was not very old.

The old scholar's slightly hoarse voice sounded, "Boliswa, let me introduce to you, this is my student Zhang Xuebing!"

Boliswa slowly turned around, with a pair of sapphire-like eyes embedded in her delicate cheeks, a high nose bridge, bright red lips, but her skin had a yellowish color unique to Asians.

At first glance, he looks like he is of mixed race, otherwise he would never have porcelain-like skin.

I just don’t know if she is related to the old principal!