(The situation in Ukraine is too sensitive, so I'll skip it!404 is mighty and domineering!)

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"Jia Lei, did you fail again this time?" Several people sat on the train and asked Jia Lei, after all, Jia Lei said that once he succeeded, he would return to China immediately.

"Well, that!" Jia Lei nodded very happily.

"I don't understand, what the hell are you running around the world like this, we're going to visit Eastern Europe all over the world this month, right?" asked Mo Bei.

"As a boss, I have the right to refuse to answer your questions. Jia Lei said very shyly, and he even hummed a song.

"No, since you failed again this time, why are you so happy? You must know that you will be sad for an hour or two after the first few failures, why are you in such a good mood after this failure?" Luo Nan asked.

"My official mission failed, but my personal purpose was achieved. Can I be unhappy!" Jia Lei said with a smile.

"Hmm...... Why do I think you're not paying much attention to this official mission?" asked Luo Nan.

"Oh! I don't really care. I came out this time, mainly in the name of the mission, to make some contacts for myself, anyway, there is no punishment for messing up, the elders let me come out, just let me come to experience it. They didn't think I would succeed!," Jia said.

"But didn't you say that the reward for this mission is very rich, and you must get it?" asked Chen Dong.

"Of course, I will never let go of such a good reward!" Jia Lei said with certainty.

"Then what are you going to do? It seems that your task is difficult?" asked Luo Nan.

"It's not a difficult task, I can finish it whenever I want. Jia Lei looked out the window and said.

"Impossible, right? I think your task involves international relations, and it should be difficult to accomplish. Luo Nan said.

"Oh yes, you even guessed what my mission was? Jia Lei said.

"Wait, boss, aren't you in foreign trade? Why did you suddenly become a diplomat?" Chen Dong suddenly asked at this time.

"Foreign trade and diplomacy are similar...... Jia Lei said shamelessly.

"There's a big difference here, okay! Doing foreign trade is just buying things with money, but doing diplomacy is a state affair?" Chen Dong said.

Actually, diplomacy can also be bought with money, and there are some small countries that you can give him money, and he will vote for whatever you say. Jia Lei said.

Jia Lei already had a target in his heart, so the repeated defeats of the previous two countries did not make him give up the rewards offered to him by Tatarstan.

That goal is Tajikistan!

One of the poorest countries in Asia, it also has the poorest capital in all of Asia.

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Tajikistan is located between Afghanistan, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan and China, and is the smallest country in Central Asia by land area

Located in the southern part of the CIS, Tajikistan is a "mountain country" with an area of just over 140,000 square kilometers, with plateaus and mountains accounting for 93 percent of the country's land, and is the country with the worst natural conditions and the lowest level of economic development among the five Central Asian countries.

"The country we are going to now has only one characteristic, and that is poor! It is described in one word as poor, in two words as poor, and in three words as very ......poor," Jia Lei explained to others the destination.

"No, isn't it? This is also a Soviet country, how poor can it be?" asked Mo Bei.

"In the past, this country relied on financial subsidies from the Soviet government to barely reach the average consumption level of the Soviet Union, but this year they became independent! The Soviet Union was almost finished, and this subsidy was cut off. Jia Lei said.

"Isn't it possible to live without subsidies?" asked Mo Bei curiously.

"Yes, they are worse than the people of country E, and now I am afraid that they will not even be able to eat, and now as long as I am willing to spend money, I guess this country will agree to anything. Jia Lei said.

Jia Lei's target this time is Dushanbe, the capital of Tajikistan, and due to the inconvenient transportation here, Jia Lei and they can only take the train.

Because of the inconvenient local transportation, most of the people can only take the train there, so the people on this train are very mixed, including rich people like Jia Lei and local ruffians.

Due to the limited seats in the carriage, Jia Lei and his family had to stay in the same box with two locals.

One of the remaining two people was a local college student studying in Moscow, and the other was a worker master, because Jia Lei always used Chinese to communicate, and the other two thought they didn't know Russian, so they didn't come up to talk.

"I just went to the food truck to buy groceries, and I found that the atmosphere in the car was terrible, and there were two fights along the way. Mo Bei said with the food he bought.

"Don't worry about them, these foreigners have nothing to do with us!" Jia Lei said indifferently.

"But I'm worried that there are people fighting in our carriage!" Mo Bei said with a frown.

"No, right? We live in a soft sleeper car, and the people who can afford sleeper tickets are rich people, and no one will want to go to a fight, right?" Jia Lei said.

"I hope so!" said Mobei.

What are you afraid of, Mo Bei's words came true that night......

That night, Jia Lei's college student travel companion in the bed next to them took his worker friend to the restaurant for dinner, and happened to meet a group of Tajik soldiers who had returned from other countries in the next carriage.

So the two groups of people fought fiercely together!

"The group of people next door must have fought, and they all have a murderous aura all over their bodies, even if they are discharged from the army and change their clothes, they can't hide it. Mo Bei was attracted by the noise outside and said after taking a look.

"Then you close the door of our box, and don't open it if no one knocks, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble." Jia Lei commanded.

"That's a good idea!" Mo Bei nodded and closed the door.

The carriages of the old-fashioned train are not soundproof, and even if Jia Lei closes the door, they can hear the sound of the box next door clearly.

When these two groups first got together, they were still very friendly, because they were fellow villagers and called each other brothers, drank and chatted, but something happened when they chatted.

Because these two groups belong to different ethnic groups, they do not speculate on religious issues for more than half a sentence, at first they only quarrel with each other because they are not convinced by each other, and then because of the escalation of quarrels and the difference in each other's ideas and living habits, they simply fight.

"Do you think our two fellow travelers are stupid, can one of them beat the six veterans next door with a student and a worker?" Jia Lei said with a sneer.

"Aren't they stupid, do they really think that the gods they believe in will bless them? Mo Bei also said.

"Wait! There's such a big commotion here, there's going to be a police officer in a while. I just hope that these two guys in our box don't get killed before the police arrive. Jia Lei said.

Jia Lei's wish has come true!

Although the worker was beaten to a bloody pulp, his shirt was torn, and his watch was lost, he still died.

Jia Lei saw that the box next door was quiet and he could finally sleep, he thought that this matter would be over here.

But Jia Lei is too naïve!

Tajikistan had a population of more than 5 million at the time of independence in 1991, and although there are not many of them, there are 86 ethnic groups!

Not to mention that these people are deeply divided on the issue of faith......

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The capital of Tajikistan, Dushanbe

Dushanbe covers an area of about 125 square kilometers and is home to about 560,000 people, which is about the same size as the 18th tier county in China.

"I've always wanted to see the city of Dushanbe. Jia Lei said.

"Why do you think that, what's there to see here?" Mo Bei asked with a frown and looking at the scenery outside the station.

The station square is covered with a tall statue of Lenin, which was a common occurrence in Soviet times, when there were Lenin Avenues and statues of Lenin in any city.

Dushanbe is no exception!

"Is this really the capital of Tajikistan? Why doesn't it seem to be as rich as my hometown of Dongning, shouldn't the capital be the most economically developed place in a country?" Chen Dong asked blankly as he took his luggage and looked at the surrounding scenery.

"That's right! This is Dushanbe! Don't look down on this place, it's the richest city in Tajikistan. Jia Lei said with certainty,

"Jia Lei, are you kidding? Can this also be called wealthy?" Mo Bei asked in disbelief, pointing to the city in front of him.

It's no wonder that Mobei doesn't believe that this is the capital of Tajikistan, and Jia Lei would never believe it if he hadn't seen the photos in his previous life.

Because the city looks really shabby. With the exception of a few government office buildings around Somony Square, which have some color, the other buildings appear to have been left over from thirty years ago.

Moreover, the exterior of these buildings is all gray, even the decorative paint on the walls is dilapidated, and the tallest floors in the city are only twelve or thirteen floors.

"To be honest, even the tallest building in our county is now fifteen stories high, and the building in this capital is too short, right?" asked Mo Bei, pointing to the buildings on the street.

It's not that they don't want to build high-rise buildings, it's just that the geographical location here is limited, and they can't build too tall buildings. Jia Lei said.

"Why?" asked Luo Nan.

"Because this is an earthquake zone, in order to avoid unnecessary casualties in the event of an earthquake, we have to build some relatively light and low houses. Jia Lei explained.

"Is that really the case? Didn't they build this kind of house because they were poor? If they were really rich, the house wouldn't be renovated like this, right?" Mo Bei asked.

The low-rise buildings on both sides of the road are crudely built, and the architecture looks like a rough benzene in the Soviet style, and because of the location, the Dushanbes wanted to add Arabian sophistication to the decoration. So the city in general gives people the feeling of a strong mix of styles and strong urban-rural junctions.

"You have to compare yourself with the poor? This was originally a small mountain village, and it was promoted to a city because it was the richest place in Tajikistan, and the original meaning of Dushanbe was "Monday Market", and it was also a transportation hub. Later, it was directly regarded as the capital!" Jia Lei introduced to everyone.

Jia Lei definitely can't remember the ordinary place, but Dushanbe, which is known as the poorest capital in Asia, Jia Lei still has some impressions.

"Alright, don't grind! It's getting dark, so let's hurry up and take a taxi to the hotel." Xiang Xi reminded.

"You're right!" Jia Lei nodded, so everyone stopped two taxis on the street and were pulled away along with the people and goods.

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As the taxi walked through the streets and alleys, Jia Lei looked at the dilapidated factories on both sides of the street, the public cars decorated into green cars, the crowded houses and the crowds of men with guns on the streets, and he felt that the atmosphere here was a little gloomy.

"I feel very bad about this place! I always feel that something is going to happen, so we must solve it quickly this time! Jia Lei pressed his temples and said.

"You have the final say when you want to go! Even if you want to go now, I will raise my hands and feet in agreement. Luo Nan said affirmatively.

"I'm not in a hurry to do this, I'll first contact a friend who was introduced to me by my uncle, who is said to be a confidant of the president here. Jia Lei said.

"In that case, things will be easy to do!" Luo Nan said reassuringly.

"I think so too, with the president's henchmen behind us, nothing will happen. Jia Lei said and dialed the satellite phone.

The "Dudu ......" phone was dialed, but with the communication between Jia Lei and the other party, his face became more and more ugly.

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In 1991, due to independence and partisan and religious power struggles, Tajikistan had four presidents in six months, two of which were acting presidents from the opposition.

And in early November, when the new presidential election is held here, the first thing Jia Lei has to do if he wants to negotiate with the government is to wait......

At least until the country elects a new president$article! ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~