At night at Dostyk train station, the wind was blowing as usual.

In June, when the temperature drops below freezing at night, refugees on the platforms are herded into the waiting halls, red lights are lit up on the barbed wire fence at border posts, and soldiers scrutinize the road under the faint red light.

There is no night in Kazakhstan.

Hundreds of kilometers away, in Almaty, a megacity with a population of more than a million, is pitch black, with low buildings without color, no lights in the streets, no cars passing by, only the dotted candles.

Due to the lack of electricity, residential areas in Almaty only supply electricity for six hours a day.

The same is true of the presidential residence in the central square, with a medal of the Order of the Republic, representing the highest honor of the Supreme Soviet, on his left chest, and a bill pressed in his left hand, standing at the window, staring at the silent city at his feet, his eyes are deep.

In the two years since he took power, he has been in trouble both internally and externally, and it is not easy to have today's tranquility, and he can no longer see those worried homeless, disabled, and juvenile delinquents, nor can he hear the sound of broken wine bottles in the dark alleys, and due to lack of funds, he cannot maintain the operation of the prison, Nazabayev even announced that he would not amnesty the world and released a large number of ordinary prisoners.

A large number of elderly people, disabled people, juvenile delinquents, who simply do not have any financial means take to the streets, wandering helplessly, and I don't know how much they have disappeared after a winter.

This is an eternal pain in Nazabayev's heart.

Like Erros, Kazakhstan has experienced a false shock therapy, affected by the collapse of the ruble, the country's economy has been suspended for half a year, workers have not received wages and pensions, they have taken to the streets to protest, factories have been abandoned, inflation-induced looting has almost destroyed the city, the city has been in shambles, the fleeing Erros people have taken everything they can see, and the whole city is almost paralyzed.

Rogues looted farms and abandoned factories, a country worthy of its name.

In turn, Nazabayev had to do everything he could to appease the country's Erros, who were doctors, students, lawyers, engineers, architects, officials, with a good level of education, and more than a million Erros had fled in the past two years.

Subsequently, China's massive influx of goods into the country, huge loan investment, without these materials, Zabayev would not even have the confidence to send troops.

Because the army has no money, soldiers cannot afford to pay salaries, there is no basic livelihood guarantee, and the fragile system can collapse at any time.

In any case, the brief chaos has improved for the better, pacifying the military, and replacing the streets with neat patrols, stable social order, and good market order.

Witnessing the chaos in their homeland, these Erros people finally recognized their Kazakh citizenship and began to settle down.

But at such a critical moment, that Zabayev insisted on moving the capital?

Almaty is surrounded by mountains on three sides, the climate is warm, and the new capital of Astana, but a completely bitter cold land, close to Siberia, the winter temperature will drop to minus 40 degrees, more cruel than the weather in Moscow, if you really want to move to Astana, it will become the second coldest capital in the world, second only to Ulaanbaatar in Outer Mongolia.

The announcement of this bill in hand is tantamount to another earthquake.

On the other side, at Dostyk Railway Station, the lights in the waiting hall have all been extinguished, and Grushevsky lives in a collective dormitory of 8 people.

I have mixed feelings.

His life is stable and steady, he has successfully participated in the work, has four children, the family is diligent and thrifty, has saved tens of thousands of rubles in savings, has been stable for most of his life, and the children are well arranged, but in recent years, life has been like a roller coaster, the savings of his life have come to naught, his children have been unemployed, and the family is all supported by his own meager income, and this damn country does not even have its own currency.

The 700 yuan is more valuable than gold, enough for their family to live for half a year, and if they succeed, they will earn more in the future.

My own light is coming, and when I am over half a hundred years old, I actually met the noble person in my life.

The next day, I got up radiant, greeted everyone with a smile, and was shocked when I just walked to the door of the friendship store, and a smile on my face was happier than seeing my father, and I trotted to Fan Yang, and boldly gave Fan Yang a hug: "Good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

"Okay, do you have time? ”

"Yes, come into my office and talk. ”

As soon as he entered the office, Grushevsky put down the last trace of reserve, gave up the seats for Fan Yang and Dajun, boiled warm water, there were originally three chairs in the office, but Grushevsky felt that his knees were weak, and he found a small bench to sit down, put his hands between his legs, and obediently waited for Fan Yang to ask questions.

Fan Yang couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing sitting here, doing so restrained." ”

"I'm used to sitting here. ”

"All right, Shef. Fan Yang stared at his eyes and said, "We are our own people, I won't hide anything from you, tell me, are you reliable?"

Completely devoid of the reserve of a middle-aged man, Grushevsky raised two fingers to his ear: "I assure Comrade Lenin that there is no more reliable person than me." ”

"Okay, then I'll make it clear to you, choosing the right partner is very important to our cause, Andrievich, the chairman of the union here, do you know him?"

Grushevsky was also a thoughtful person, and immediately reacted, and quickly nodded: "Yes, Mr. Sorov is my fellow countryman, he came here during the period of reclamation, and his family also lives in Almaty, only two blocks away from my home, should we cooperate with him? I can negotiate with him directly." ”

"Good. Luck was really good, Fan Yang continued to ask, "What about his family members?"

Next is Grushevsky's pouring of beans in a bamboo tube.

It soon became clear that Andrievich had two sons, the eldest of whom was in his thirties, who also worked at the Dostyk railway station and was a train driver named Maksorov Soronovich Ivanov.

This is a public office, not very easy to hook up, PASS off.

There is also a daughter, Estonian Soronova Ivanov, a nurse in her twenties, who also works at the Dostyk railway station because of her father's work, which has a health center.

Simply understand that she is a woman who is overflowing with love, helping refugees here, and is not married yet.

There is also a young son, Ivan Soroyevich Ivanov, who has only been working for two years, leading a dozen workers to contract some loading and unloading work in the freight yard.

Fan Yang became interested at once, it was him, he had been a worker for two years, and he had a certain organizational ability.

"How's the character?" Fan Yang continued to ask.

"Good boy, he has all the virtues. ”

"Okay, this matter can't be quiet, you can just point me to someone and take me there. ”

Grushevsky acted as a dog's leg very conscientiously, explained his work, and took Fan Yang and Dajun to the open-air cargo yard of the locomotive depot.

In the midst of a crowd of Kazakh coolies, stood a tall, thin man in a cowboy hat, carrying a cigarette roll and a notebook in his hand, supervising the work of the workers.

Next to him stood a girl in a long red dress, who was supposed to be his girlfriend.

The first feeling for Fan Yang was quite good.

"Is that him?"

Grushevsky nodded hurriedly: "It's him, Ivan, do you want me to call him over?"

"No, I'm going to try to get in touch, you go back first, I'll come to you in the afternoon." ”

It's easy to get to know people.

The two of them stepped back, found a clean place to sit down and smoked, and pretended to have nothing to do, and observed from a distance.

This is an island-style platform, with a tin warehouse behind it, where several shed cars lean against to unload goods.

It's all bagged, and I smell a smell of phosphorus alum from afar, which should be fertilizer or something.

It lasted about half an hour, and both carriages were unloaded, and he stayed there.

"Yes, this guy is quite conscientious. ”

The countless lessons of his previous life made Fan Yang care about the partners he cooperated with, and his attitude towards work was a kind of nature.

Laziness is also a nature.

He is also a small package foreman, there are many coolies such as the car and boat wharf, and his business is lazy and lazy, so he will undoubtedly deduct a lot of points.

Ivan on the other side didn't think that there were still two pairs of eyes looking at him.

After unloading, the dispatching locomotive came over to change the wagons, and a group of workers soon gathered around Ivan and sat down, drank water, and smoked.

It also looks quite generous, and will give the workers a cigarette.

"What do you think of this person?" asked Fan Yang.

"You can see it. ”

"I think it's okay, let's go down and get in touch. ”

I went to the Friendship Store and bought a few packs of Marlboro and walked towards the station.

The place was guarded by heavily armed soldiers, and when they saw two Chinese approaching, they did not stop them in the slightest.

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