Introduction (Part I)
Central Asia, Kyrgyz Republic.
On the vast Gobi Desert, there is coarse sand and gravel, and dry ditches lie lifelessly on it, except for some drought-tolerant plants such as ephedra and sand jujube, few plants grow.
A highway winds through it, saying that the highway is actually relatively flat compared to the surroundings, and the road surface is paved with some gravel. Although the road conditions are not very good, it is a real national highway in Kyrgyzstan, and at this moment there is a truck running on this road, and the car is raising a cloud of dust behind it.
The surface of the truck was gray, and its original color was no longer visible. The two men sitting in the cab, both of them had yellow faces, dark skin, and long, messy hair.
The driver is about 30 years old and Ma Yumin, and the person in his early twenties sitting in the passenger seat is called Li Hantao, and the two are cousins. A few years ago, they were criticized by others that Central Asia was vast and sparsely populated, and the government encouraged people to reclaim wasteland, and many people in Huaxia went there to farm. Jia Bald from the former village didn't stay there for a few years, but after returning to the village, the two-story building was also built, and he married a daughter-in-law in the city, as if he was developed.
Ma Yumin's brothers and sisters have been farmers for generations, and they don't think they can earn a lot of money from farming, and they don't have a regular business on weekdays, and occasionally do odd jobs outside. After hearing the news, the two of them combined, anyway, they are working in China and abroad, so it is better to go abroad and make a fortune.
So the brothers had the dream of making a fortune and came to Kyrgyzstan. They were also unlucky, but when they arrived here, they found that although the land was sparsely populated, the water was abundant, and the land was also very fertile, which was very suitable for growing crops, and the country did not lack these things for whom to sell. To add insult to injury, because the country has been bewitched by Western forces in recent years, saying that the land reclamation of land here by the Chinese State is a disguised colonial infiltration, the whole country has set off a wave of xenophobia under the leadership of some social elites, and the Kyrgyzstan government has begun to restrict the development of the Chinese people in the local area under pressure.
Not only did the two brothers come here without earning money, but they owed a lot of debt, they were in a foreign country, they behaved without relatives, and they didn't even have the money to go home. As a last resort, they bought an old truck with usurious goods and barely survived by collecting scrap goods. The reason why they have to drive hundreds of kilometers to another scrap yard today is because they have bought a cargo that has recently been unknown in the past few days, and they don't want to dispose of these items locally, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.
The road conditions were not too good, the speeding car kept bumping and undulating, and the bodies of the two people also bounced up from the seats from time to time, and the top of their heads also hit the cab canopy, although the canopy was a soft package, which also made the two of them a little dizzy. Thinking that after processing this batch of goods, it would be able to be chic for a while, and the truck still drove forward at full speed.
After driving for a while, the truck came to a stop in what looked like a farm.
This is the famous Naryn Scrap Yard, which is the size of six football fields, with hills of scrap piled up in the open air and no fences. Of course, these are not very valuable items, and the slightly valuable things are put in the back warehouse.
Hearing the movement outside, a sturdy man walked out of a bungalow, he recognized the truck, and seemed to be quite familiar with them, only to see him smile and say, "Boss Ma, what kind of wind blew you here?" This young man with long blond hair and blue eyes spoke fluent Chinese.
"It's the same as the last batch. Ma Yumin poked his head out of the cab and said with a smile. He knew that this guy named Korolev had spent some time in Huaxia and spoke Chinese quite like that.
Korolev came to the back of the car, turned over into the back compartment, lifted the cloth and looked at it, nodded, and motioned for the truck to drive directly inside.
The truck pulled to a stop in front of a warehouse, where they unloaded the cargo.
After counting the goods, Korolev led them into a room to prepare for the checkout.
"Lovely lads, it's a pleasure to see you again, and to show me what good things you have brought to my old man. When they entered, a tall and burly man in his fifties sitting in the room stood up and greeted them. I saw that this person had long brown curly hair, a ruddy complexion, two mustaches were very delicately trimmed, a smile on his face, a harmless appearance of humans and animals, but Ma Yumin did not dare to snub this guy at all, he could afford to open such a scale of acquisition station, it is said that the background is a well-known local gangster, which is ostensibly to buy scrap products as a cover, but in private it is engaged in money laundering and smuggling.
"Uncle Kasimov, we will deliver it to you as soon as we have good goods. Ma Yumin has been in Kyrgyzstan for a few years, and it is not a problem to use Russian for daily conversation.
At this time, Korolev came to Kasimov's side and whispered a few words, Kassymov's face smiled even more, and he smiled at the two brothers and said: "Since both of you are old friends, then I will give you a fair price." With that, he wrote down a string of numbers on a piece of paper.
Ma Yumin took a few steps forward, picked up the paper and looked at it, the smile on his face suddenly froze, he looked at Kasimov puzzled and said, "Uncle Kasimov, are you mistaken, the price you gave us last time was not this price." ”
"No, no, no, you can't be mistaken. Kasimov didn't say a few words, but still said with a pleasant face: "The batch of goods you brought last time is really not easy to sell, the risk is too great, it is indeed fair to give you this number, to put it mildly, I am the only one in the entire Naryn region who dares to accept your goods, if you don't believe it, you can inquire." ”
Ma Yumin knew that he was telling the truth, their batch of goods was really hot, and only Kasimov dared to accept it nearby, it was because of this that this old boy was so fearless, but he pressed the price too hard, but he had to accept it, and secretly scolded this old fox in his heart. After a slight hesitation, he said, "Just at the price you said." ”
Kasimov's expression was calm, all this was obviously expected by him, he looked outside and said, "It's not early now, if you don't mind, how about two drinks at my place tonight?"
Ma Yumin's head was a little big when he heard it, he had seen the ability of these hairy people to drink, and he didn't dare to say that he could drink without a pound of weight, so he shook his head and said: "Our brothers still have some things to deal with urgently, so I won't bother you." ”
Korolev interjected at this time: "What can you do when you go back, don't you give face?"
It is said that the Chinese people have a good face, but in fact, the Maozi also have a good face, people invite you, if you don't agree, you will think that you look down on him. When it came to this, Ma Yumin had no choice but to agree.
At the beginning of the dinner, Kasimov brought three large glass bottles, which were somewhat like the sealed bottles of the middle school chemistry laboratory, but much larger, and filled with some opaque liquid, each estimated to be no less than five pounds. Ma Yumin couldn't help but smile wryly, he knew that this was a pure grain wine made by the locals themselves, this kind of wine is made from grains, repeatedly distilled, and then filtered out of toxins and foreign substances to obtain a strong and pungent liquid, which is often referred to as vodka.
Each of them put a small glass in front of them, filled with about one or two wine, people here drink, not like Huaxia Guo in small sips, as long as they touch the glass, they have to drink this cup in one gulp.
The drinks consisted of some mashed potatoes, dried radish, salted fish, some brown bread, and nothing else. Maozi is particular about drinking, and they don't particularly care about snacks or anything.
The two brothers sat down at the table with trepidation, and in addition to them, there were other guys from the acquisition station.
These old hairy people, don't look at a tall person, talking about business thieves and thieves, but drinking wine is particularly bold, less than a while, everyone gradually has some wine.
Kasimov was so drunk that he took off his shirt and went naked, not looking at his age, but he was a healthy man, and he sang even more when he was excited.
His deep and powerful bass echoed in this empty night, looking very majestic and heroic, quite nomadic style.
Ma Yumin also drank his head, he was infected by this atmosphere, and immediately stood up and sang a song, he sang in the Qin dialect. Originating from Sanqin Province, the Qin dialect is widely spread in the northwest of China, and its singing voice is agitated, the rhythm is strong and distinct, and some people call her the oldest rock 'n' roll.
Although his voice is not good, and his voice is a little hoarse, the tune he sings is very penetrating, revealing the intention of killing in the majestic agitation, which is quite like the momentum of the Qin army's Jin Ge Iron Horse sweeping Liuhe.
Kasimov and the others cheered in unison, and the atmosphere reached a climax for a while.
At this time, Ma Yumin was holding a full glass of wine, his hands trembled slightly, and he hesitated whether to dry the glass of wine.
He has already played at a super level today, whether he drank a pound or a pound and a half? I can't figure it out, but these old hairy people are getting more and more energetic the more they drink, as if it is not over yet. Looking at the empty wine bottles piled up on the ground, he could only shake his head helplessly.
Seeing his drunken and hazy appearance, Kasimov said with a smile: "Brother Ma, we all did it, it's up to you now." If you can't do it, we won't force it, as long as you get under the table yourself, can you do it?"
As a man, you can't say that you can't do it anyway. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Ma Yumin had no choice but to grit his teeth and drink this full glass of wine in one go.
The cold liquid flowed into his mouth and down his esophagus into his stomach, barely making it taste good, for the organs had become numb from the stimulation of the alcohol.
Seeing this, Li Hantao next to him hurriedly handed over a glass of water, Ma Yumin waved his hand, only to feel that something seemed to be stirring in his stomach. He closed his lips tightly and pressed it down with great perseverance. I only felt a burst of dizziness coming, and my body didn't dare to move, because as long as he tilted his center of gravity, he would definitely burrow under the table.
Li Hantao was also so drunk that his face was red, he only felt hot and dry, and he took off his coat at the moment. It's early winter, and you don't feel anything under the sunlight during the day, but at night you feel that the temperature has dropped dramatically, and it feels surprisingly cold. It's a remote area, and people still use traditional fireplaces for heating. Ever since he entered the room, he had felt very warm because of the fire in the fireplace. He glanced at the fireplace, and suddenly noticed a strange phenomenon, the fireplace was not the usual wood chopping wood but coal, but this coal was only the size of an egg, and the heat emitted made the whole room very warm.
Li Hantao belongs to a more meticulous person, he carefully observed the surroundings, and felt that there was no other heating equipment, just such a small "coal block" can emit such a large amount of heat, which makes him feel a little incredible.