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Han Bugou, who has been just an ordinary person for many years, has no opportunity or possibility to stay in such a hotel.

Most of the hotels in Tokyo can be lived in for money, but the problem is that Han Bugou has no money, and even if he has money, he can't bear it.

Han Bugou closed the door, and in such a closed space where he was alone, the tense expression on his face and the tense heart in his chest relaxed.

Looking at the delicate decoration of Wanhu Hotel, Han Bugou was amazed, touching this and that, just like a child.

He turned on the TV, although the TV screen was not small, it was 20 inches by the eye, but there were not many programs that could be watched, only the central stations, and the provincial and municipal TV stations.

All TV stations seem to have been pulled out of a mold, but the station logo is different, and the things they say are different. However, even Han Bugou, who has not heard Chinese on TV for a long time, still watches it with relish. If it weren't for the fact that snacks weren't provided in the hotel, he might have been able to hold a bag of melon seeds and eat them until dark.

The uneasiness in my heart faded away, and time passed quickly. In winter, the weather in the city is always foggy and darkens early. But at five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun had already set in the western mountains, and it was getting dark.

Han Buguo, who was a little hungry, didn't have the heart to continue watching TV, he looked at the clock hanging on the TV, paced back and forth, and after thinking about it, he pressed the switch of the TV, and the whole TV was turned off with a "whoosh".

His hand accidentally touched the TV screen, and he felt the hairs on the back of his hand being absorbed by the screen.

Han Bukuo, who walked to the door, just unscrewed the doorknob and pushed open only one crack in the door, when he heard the sound of people walking and talking in the corridor.

Han Bu poked his head out and glanced at it, and the group of people who spoke did not look like Chinese. Their skin is fair, their facial features are sunken, and they still speak in a long voice, looking at their appearance, they seem to have just arrived from other places, and they have been arranged to stay in the guest house of Wanhu.

When he saw someone leading them to the front of the room, he felt a little jealous in his heart. He pretended to be nothing, and asked, "Where are you going to eat?"

"On the ground floor. The aunt who was in charge of guiding the way glanced at Han Bugou and said.

Although the hardware level of Wanhu Hotel is not low, the software level is not high. All the service staff, even the front desk, are not young and beautiful little girls. Basically, it's either an old man or an old aunt.

It wasn't like this when it first started, but the reason why it became like this is because Takahashi said that young people need them more. So, it's what it looks like now.

The old men and aunts here often laugh at themselves for being old men, but their enthusiasm for work is still very good.

Jokes are jokes, and everyone actually agrees with Takahashi's words, young people should have young things, and hope and future work is just to wipe the floor and wash the bedding.

One of the side effects of the rapid development of Wanhu China is that everyone in Wanhu China, including uncles and aunts, has a broader vision.

They can't read books and can't do high-end jobs, but that doesn't mean they don't want their children to go to school and engage in more high-tech jobs.

Through Wanhu's internal propaganda system, they also learned that the foundation of Wanhu is high-tech.

"Thank you. Han Bugou rarely said thank you, mainly because he felt that he couldn't beat this old lady.

As he spoke, several foreigners passed by him. It was on the Trans-Siberian train that the Alexei Pakitnov family came from Moscow.

They were accompanied by a large number of people, basically more than half of all the staff of the Moscow computer center.

The remaining half, for various reasons, did not come here, but the next wave, or the next wave, will choose to come here.

Alexei Pakitnov and his colleagues brought not only their own families, but also a lot of research materials and equipment.

At first, they were a little hesitant to think that this would be too good. But when someone said, "The Soviet Union is gone, what do we care about all this? If we don't tear it down, will we leave it to the officials?"

In this way, a large amount of equipment was shipped to China.

As the recipient of 10,000 households, China has gained a lot of benefits in a practical sense.

Although the relevant talents in China cannot be said to be not excellent, the things they are exposed to, the knowledge structure is not the latest.

In contrast, the researchers at the Moscow Computing Center are studying the most cutting-edge electronic technology in the world.

Although they can't avoid some detours, they can go faster. After all, it is still newer than the knowledge structure of researchers in China, who have been suspended for nearly a decade due to funding cuts.

Of course, in addition to the Moscow Computer Center, Wanhu China has also been in contact with many units and organizations. Before the large-scale withdrawal of the capital, 10,000 households had already sold all the moving properties in their hands. Most of the money from the sale of the property is exchanged for US dollars.

This time the Soviet Union collapsed, Takahashi sent some of them to the country and exchanged them for light industrial products and daily necessities, and the other part of the green dollar was used as a money bullet. Let those guys who block Wanhu from buying and buying loosen their mouths, and even open a green channel for Wanhu.

For Alexei Pakitnov and his colleagues, from the collapse of the USSR to the food and cold crisis to the coming to Wanhu China. All of this happened in less than two months.

When the giant collapsed, they hadn't reacted yet. And now that they have arrived in China, they have left the city where they have lived for decades, and they suddenly feel a sense of sadness.

Alexei Pakitnov and his wife and daughter cried in the hotel room.

Wanhu is good, China is good, but this is not their motherland.

Alexei Pakitnov, who wiped away his tears, walked out of the door, stuffed a piece of bread in his mouth and braved the wind and snow to walk to the place where their equipment was unloaded.

Countless comrades have come here in unison, silent workers.

The sound of the whistling wind was like a dragon roaring in the deep night.

Bright lights cut through the darkness and bring light to people.

Takahashi also rushed over when he learned of the strange movement of these people from the former Soviet Union, and seeing that they were busy despite the cold, he shouted, "Forward!

"Forward!Davarich!"18110