Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Matter About My Eggs

The whole of East Berlin has become a huge construction site, and the construction team that speaks various Chinese, with the help of many translators, makes this place their home and dedicates their strength wholeheartedly. More than a decade after the end of World War II, the inhabitants of East Berlin felt the support of many fraternal countries in a rare way. The Germanic people, though known for their apathy, temporarily joined the labor force at this time.

Build a tall building and have a tower crane! Mix cement with a shovel! "Serov, have you mixed the cement, get it ready, bring up two buckets!" The sound of a rough mine came from upstairs, then a head poked out of the window, and a mason with eyes shouted again for fear that no one could hear.

"That's it!" Serov wiped a handful of sweat and left a mark on his face, and replied with a snarled voice. Quickly filled the two buckets, lifted the buckets with both hands and walked into the corridor.

The whole process was in full view of several people outside a sedan not far away, and several people in suits looked at each other, unable to believe that they were seeing the real picture, and they all had a sense of absurdity in their hearts.

"Is that Mr. Serov?" The words of the person who came were full of uncertainties, if his eyes did not deceive him, the person wearing blue overalls, holding his trouser legs, pedaling on his feet I don't know which pair of rubber shoes made of China, and falling in cement gray, was the Soviet lieutenant general who was in the West Berlin city government more than half a month ago?

"If you have a bad memory, you should see a doctor! They met more than half a month ago, and the English gentleman forgot about the opponent he faced so quickly? "Isemiotny and Serov have been together for a long time, and they are also infected with the ridicule of the group, holding Serov's lieutenant general uniform in her arms, and the epaulettes on it are still shining.

When he spoke, Serov, who was not far away, had already come out of the corridor, but immediately filled two barrels of cement and disappeared from everyone's sight, "Okay! The British delegate, who had seen clearly this time, turned to Isemotny and asked, "I would like to talk to Mr. Serov......

"He doesn't have time!" With a flick of Isemimotney's little wrist, a delicate lady's watch appeared, and after glancing at the time, she said coquettishly, "There is still half an hour to rest and eat at noon, you guys are waiting!" ”

"How many days has Mr. Serov been here!" A young man next to him asked, this kind of scene was seen by the British who came here, and these British people naturally thought that it was a show, and deliberately played it for them.

"It's been three days, and since I knew that you were going to start negotiations again, the director decided to find something to do for himself!" Isenmodny snorted angrily, the reason why her director came here to do small work has nothing to do with showmanship, it is completely to find a job to avoid wasting time with this group of people.

The contempt in Isemotney's mouth was palpable, and she was quite dissatisfied with the British, who always took a long time to shower after work every day, and even so, Isemimutni could still feel the sand left over from her bed when she slept, which made her and Lukani quite uncomfortable. Naturally, the woman was not dissatisfied with Serov, and the head was transferred to this group of people.

This unwarranted disaster baffled the British, why did this beauty get angry at them? It's just unbelievable.

While waiting, a man dressed like Serov blew his whistle, and the surrounding construction workers came out of the surrounding buildings one after another, "The Soviets just said that the future house should bury wires in the wall, so as to maintain the beauty of the interior, which sounds quite good!" ”

"In this way, once there is a problem with the circuit, it will be difficult to repair!" Another construction worker asked rhetorically.

"As long as the quality of the wires in our factory is up to standard, how can there be problems! In addition, can we keep a pipeline and manage all the lines of each household in one place, which can also save time! "All the people here are construction workers, and when it comes to their professions, there are endless topics, and the construction workers who come out to eat get together in twos and threes, and the people who pass by here take a look at these people at most, and then do whatever they want! There was a Soviet lieutenant general among them, and everyone knew it, except for the first day when they came over, they thought that the inspection work caused a sensation, and in the past two days, the focus has not been on Serov, at most there is one more bragging point after returning home.

Serov, dressed as a proletarian, was also in the group, and after coming over, with a snap of his fingers, Isemotny immediately took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened it and put it in Serov's mouth and lit it, "Is there something wrong?" Serov took a puff of cigarette and sat directly on the ground, with his back against a pile of bricks. At this time, the image is completely incomparable with the majestic Caspian Tiger at the beginning.

"I didn't expect Mr. Serov to still be participating in labor, he was already a lieutenant general at such a young age, maybe the Soviet Union only had you! You should be an iconic cadre of the Soviet Union! The British representative was only surprised for a moment, followed by a steady stream of compliments, but unfortunately Serov took off the hat on his head and slapped it, and a puff of dust directly shut up the British.

"I don't dare to call myself young, and I'm not the fastest promoted cadre!" After slapping his hat twice, Serov, who had stirred up a puff of dust, put his hat on his head again and said, "There are quite a few young people of this level in the Soviet Union!" You also know that Soviet men died too many in World War II! Now the cadre of the USSR who meets your assessment is Comrade Vladimir Yefimovich Semychasny, First Secretary of the Lenin Communist Youth League. There are many people who meet your criteria, such as Yakov Mikhainovich Sverdlov and Lavrenti Pavlovich Beria! I'm not qualified enough to ...... these people at all."

Sverdlov, chairman of the Central Executive Committee of the USSR, nominally supreme head of state, died at the age of thirty-four, and as for Beria, at the age of thirty-two, he was the leader of the South Caucasus republics.

"There is something to say now, I have to move bricks in the afternoon!" Serov took the food brought by Lukani, and said vaguely while eating, looking like a beggar who hadn't eaten for a few days, and then looking at the clothes he was wearing, it was even more similar! Lukani was still holding a jug of water waiting for Serov to drink, like a kind lady helping a beggar. It's not acting, Serov has always been like this when he eats, and in his own words, he wants to gobble up.

Although it was very strange, the British representative also suppressed the strangeness in his heart, "Mr. Serov, the current project in East Berlin has paralyzed the entire city of Berlin and affected the lives of the people of West Berlin!" ”

"You are responsible for West Berlin, and you won't solve the problem yourself?" Serov took a sip of water, the meaning was very obvious, it was my business.