Liu Ping originally wanted to find a decent hotel for Yang Qi and them, but after walking out of the door, he realized that he had made a big mistake, why not just let him live in the VIP room?

The so-called VIP room is prepared for the inspection or visit of leaders of special countries to Russia, and the heavyweight leaders do not need this VIP room at all, and the Russian side will arrange it for them. Therefore, it has become a temporary residence for some staff who need to communicate with the local embassy on various matters during the inspection.

If you use the standard of a hotel to describe a VIP room, it is a three-star hotel suite.

However, the VIP room of this embassy cannot be evaluated in this way, because this place is not something you can live in for money, and usually only people who have received orders from the diplomatic department will arrange it, which is why Liu Ping just forgot about this issue.

There are two bedrooms, Gu Tingcheng and Tantai Bodhi are exactly one person, looking at the appearance of the eldest master, it seems that he is suspected of luring Yang Mi into the house, but this Li Meng, Song Baosheng, Yang Guang, and Liu Ping are all there, so she has to be more reserved.

Originally, Gu Tingcheng, who was waiting for them to leave and stretched out his claws to Yang Mi, didn't rely on these four guys in the end, because these goods had no intention of leaving at all, not only did they not leave, but they also went to the conference room to talk to Yang Mi, which made Gu Tingcheng depressed.

At this time, it was already dawn, and since the embassy was facing Moscow University, many students could be seen coming in and out of the morning and evening or without sleep.

Looking at those carefree young faces, Yang Qi couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if he hadn't been out of that gear and had gone to college, it was estimated that he would have been able to break a thousand people!

Yang Guang and Liu Ping didn't treat Yang Mi as an outsider at all, they just chatted with Li Meng about all kinds of things without scruples, and even when asking some military questions, the three of them would look at Yang Mi together and listen to his opinion. However, Song Baosheng seemed a little redundant, so he could only serve them tea and pour water there.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Wan Yanlie replied to the letter, set up a banquet in the Zhonghua Building, and waited for Yang Mi to come.

Yesterday in Petak tossed for a night, the clothes on his body, the gauze on his hands have long been out of shape, Yang Mi, who originally wanted to pull Gu Tingcheng and Tantai Bo to go shopping, didn't want to disturb them, so he could only find a set of clothes that fit more well in the embassy, and then went straight to Zhonghua Tower accompanied by Li Meng and Liu Ping.

"There are Chinatowns in all the capitals of the world, but this Moscow ......" Liu Ping muttered indignantly as the car drove into the neighborhood that looked like a domestic restaurant street.

"This is not Chinatown?" Yang Mi laughed and pointed to the various signs on the side of the road, which were all in Russian and Chinese, and the people who were active in various shops were Chinese, and there was even a Peking duck restaurant.

"It's not a Chinatown, it's just a Chinese neighborhood. It is not only the Chinese who seek to live here, but also the locals and people from other countries. Well, it's a mixed place, and people from all over the world can find it. You have to say that the Chinese have the most on this street, and this status should be the highest, but on the contrary, the Chinese here are not even as good as the Tajiks who pull the carts, and there are often businessmen who do not know the situation who are slaughtered by them! If it were not for the Zhonghua Building on this street, it is estimated that the skinheads would not have let it go. As he spoke, the car stopped in front of the antique Chinese building.

The three-storey building, with dragons and phoenixes, from doors to windows, is very Chinese classical charm.

The welcome ladies in front of the door are all qualified to participate in the Haitian feast in China, and the large slit cheongsam on their bodies shows their graceful bodies and also reflects the Chinese taste.

"Welcome!"

As soon as the car stopped in front of the big red carpet, and before the door opened, the twelve welcome ladies bent down at 90 degrees.

Yang Mi got out of the car with a smile, looked at the twelve girls with white skin, tender skin, long legs, round chests, and hips, and said badly: "It's okay to finish Yan Lie, where did you get these best products?"

Liu Ping said disapprehantly: "Most of them are mixed-race, and few of them will do this kind of work. ”

"Brother Yang!"

Wan Yanlie, who received the notice from the staff, greeted him out of the hotel as soon as possible, and when he saw Yang Mi, he was a warm bear hug.

Yang Mi smiled and said, "Brother Lie, you can play cross-dressing! I thought you were born to like to dress up!"

Wan Yanlie smiled heartily: "Hahaha, your brother and I are just what we wear!"

"Well, it's quite similar! but...... You won't be the one to cook this meal for a while, right?" Yang Mi said with disdain, to be honest, even if he put on a chef's uniform, he looked like a butcher, and he was not on the same line at all.

"What's the matter, look down on me? Let me tell you, my brother has learned the craft of the imperial chef, and it is really difficult to find you who is more authentic than me when you are a full banquet! Okay, come in, said in the house!" At this time, Wan Yanlie was not at all like the domineering man who was exposed last night. Today, he is more like a hospitable northern man, let alone domineering, there is no way to relate to the word temperament.

The employees in the Zhonghua Building are not as eye-catching as the twelve welcome ladies in the door, they are completely the configuration of the small shop on the street, and there are many uncles and aunts, and there are even a few people with bad legs and feet there to help clean up.

Wan Yanlie saw Yang Mi's thoughts, and said with a sympathetic face: "These are all people who came to Moscow with the dream of making a fortune, but in the end they ended up homeless, and their living conditions are not much better than that of refugees. The manager who helped me take care of the situation here is an old antique, and I asked for those at the door, otherwise, she would have wanted those aunts to welcome them!"

Yang Qi said in a weird manner: "I can't see that you are still a good person!"

"What a good person, if he lacks virtue and does too much, he will always go to hell. Anyway, you can't help them and you can't afford to lose money, so you can't watch them streak on the streets, right? The streets of Moscow are not like those in China. In China, you sleep on the street and stare at mosquito bites, but if you sleep here, it will be a big fate to open your eyes again. ”

"What do you mean?"

"The Moscow mafia is notoriously black. What's the best business to do these days?"

Yang Mi's brows tightened unconsciously: "No, right? After all, this is the capital of Russia, and the business of human organs is ...... So presumptuous?"

Wan Yanlie smiled: "Presumptuous? Russia is stupid for its high salaries and low salaries, and the whole country is rotten to the bones, so what's the use of giving you more money? The purpose of the existence of my Zhonghua Building is to give those wanderers in Moscow a foothold. If you have a fate, you will naturally find it. We can't take care of the rest! Let's go, I'll introduce you to my master, you must be interested in getting to know me!"