A German Junkers slowly descended, slid more than ten meters on the airstrip, and finally stopped in the dust. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAs the hatch opened, a tall figure appeared in front of everyone.

"Comrade Chikalov, welcome!"

Qin Lang stepped forward and shook hands with him, but in the end, the two of them still hugged each other.

After a long time, Chikalov smiled and said:

"Comrade Stalin asked who could accomplish this task, and in the end he decided that I was the most suitable."

Qin Lang smiled:

"The gasoline of the plane, the ground crew comrades will fill up. As for your oil, I will fill it up myself. ”

With that, he took out two bottles of vodka from a box beside him. Because the bottle is made of blue glass, it looks more high-end. This glass was installed in the furnace kiln by the steelmaking factory, and because it was inconvenient to import, the glass factory processed a batch according to the recipe. However, the demand is not very large, and the cost of production becomes high.

Qin Lang had an idea and made it into all kinds of beautiful bottles, which were specially used to hold wine and perfume, and now it is also a fist product of the glass factory.

Chikalov took the two bottles of vodka, and after glancing at the label on the bottles, he read in a puzzled tone:

"Deep Sea Vodka, Light Sea Vodka"

Qin Lang said with a smile:

"Two different ratios, 60 degrees in the deep sea and 40 degrees in the shallow sea, which one do you prefer?"

Chikalov put down the "shallow sea" without thinking about it, and after pulling out the dark blue bottle cap, he took a big sip, and after tasting it for a while, he said slowly:

"Oh, this vodka tastes so pure! Sure enough, Comrade Qin Lang, who is omnipotent, actually let me taste such a delicious drink in a foreign country. ”

Qin Lang laughed.

"I've also prepared roast lamb shanks and other delicacies, just open your tank, this time it's sure to be full!"

With the boom in trade, the Russians have mastered a lot of eating habits, and now there are chefs who make Russian food in the Red Zone. Of course, they all work in those restaurants, and Qin Lang does not have Yaxing, a full-time chef.

Chkalov burst out laughing.

Before he sat down on the chair, he picked up a pickled cucumber, and after taking a few bites, he picked up the wine bottle and poured it violently, and devoured it for a while before he looked up and said:

"I've received all the gifts you've sent, Eva likes them very much, and she wants you to come to my house as a guest."

Qin Lang smiled:

"That's good, I'll definitely find time to go to your house for a Russian dinner this time. Comrade Chikalov, did it for Eva. ”

"Knock knock!"

Qin Lang's act of drinking up a bottle of deep-sea vodka in one go made the Chinese people present feel extremely shocked, and it took a while to come back to their senses.

"What's the situation, Commander Qin has dried a full bottle, that's vodka!"

"It must be that old Maozi who wants to fight for wine, and he can only fight for the sake of Commander Qin in the red zone."

"Everyone, take a good look, Commander Qin is like this, if we don't do it well, how can we be worthy of him!"

Inexplicably, the atmosphere at the airport became tragic. Especially when Qin Lang drank more and more, the surrounding area became more and more desolate, and finally even Chikalov noticed something strange.

"Old man, did I eat too much, you look at the people around me, they are all sad and crying."

Qin Lang didn't understand what was going on, so he could only say haha:

"Moscow is too far away, and when the season passes, they are afraid that I will get frostbitten!"

Chikalov said with a smile:

"Chinese people are sentimental! In the face of the bitter cold, you don't have to wear too thick clothes, just a glass of vodka and you have a stove in your stomach. Of course, drinking during the long winter months is not the best way to do it. You also need a tall, busty Russian woman, with these two things you will feel hot every day. But there will be by-products, and it's hard to say that by this time next year, you're going to be a father. ”

Qin Lang laughed.

"Come, do it for my father!"

In the blink of an eye, another bottle of vodka was swallowed, but some of the staff next to it were crying.

"The Commander can't drink anymore!"

Drinking ordinary alcohol is a pleasure, and drinking vodka is an absolute poison. Even if it's a small cup, the stomach is like magma tumbling, which makes people breathless, let alone such a bottle.

"Woo woo"

The crying is getting louder and louder.

Chikalov depressedly put down the bottle, and after a moment of silence, he said loudly:

"Man, let's go! If I drink this wine any longer, your men will surely slaughter me." ”

Qin Lang nodded helplessly, and just drank five or six bottles of wine, as for crying, his liver and intestines were broken.

"Drink it again at your house!"

At the airport, the ground crew checked the plane over and over again, for fear that they had missed something, and when they saw that the Soviet pilot was already in the driver's seat, they hurriedly left the plane.

The door of the plane was closed, and the cargo, which was now fixed to the core, would not be shaken at all.

Seeing all this, Chikalov said:

"Your men are well trained, and although they look pedantic, they make me feel envious. Honestly, I also want such subordinates, at least not to fall to the ground while flying. ”

Qin Lang smiled.

"As long as there is iron discipline, there will be iron teams. The Soviet Union is already ahead of the curve in this regard, and it will only take a little time. ”

The quality of the population in the European part of Russia is very high, but the Far East, Central Asia, and so on are much worse. If we want to change this situation, we need to continue to invest in it, and we will wait until the level of education is improved before the problem can be solved.

In fact, this is also the dilemma that Qin Lang is facing, his situation is even worse, warlord scuffle, foreign enemy invasion, whatever, can make his efforts in vain.

Chikalov shook his head helplessly.

"I hope so! Man, it's best not to drink while flying, it's easy to get into an accident. But if I don't take a few sips, my mind will think, what if I fall to the ground? So it's easy to drink, add the throttle and we'll go straight to the sky! ”

Qin Lang laughed.

"You Siberian brown bears, what do you want to do so much? See, this is a new gift for Eva, the kind of fabric that saves fabric, and I hope you can still stand up the next day. ”

Chikalov says:

"You'll have to be one size bigger, Eva is getting a lot fatter, if she's too small, ......."

At this, he made a gesture.

"Poof, it's bursting!"

Qin Lang smiled:

"Eva is pregnant again, Comrade Chikalov, I want to congratulate you."

Chikalov had already started the plane, and seeing that there were no other Chinese around, he took out a bottle of wine from under his seat.

"Dear Comrade Qin Lang, nothing can be hidden from you, this is a prize for you!"

After Qin Lang opened the wine bottle, he drank half of it in one sip.

"For my father!"

Chikalov took the bottle and said with a smile:

"For Eva!"