On the plane from Irkutsk to Beijing, I told Roman that the most I could do was escort him from the airport to the Russian embassy for a short distance, and he spent a plane ticket, isn't that a bit expensive?

Roman said that he didn't need me to send him to his destination, the embassy trade office would send someone to pick him up, and he wanted me to accompany him to the embassy to have a look. Valery said that they had some problems with their project, and Roman wanted to ask me for a consultation.

I wonder if the affairs of the embassy can be resolved through the official agency of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs or something! How can I help?

Roman smiled, and he told me that his construction company had contracted the renovation of the Russian embassy in Beijing.

This is an internal matter of their embassy, and there is no need to have any contact with the Chinese Foreign Ministry.

It was here that Valery was in charge of the works. Originally, it was scheduled to start construction this month, but Party A began to make things difficult for the Chinese construction team and suppliers they cooperated, and even the start date was postponed again and again, and Valery really couldn't deal with it, so he asked Roman to come to Beijing.

Roman's words made me curious, I really wanted to see how his company works in China?

The plane landed at the capital's airport. Roman asked me if I needed a break, and if so, he put me in the hotel first, and he had to see Valery as soon as possible.

I said that the three-and-a-half-hour flight was really trivial, and there was no jet lag, and I didn't feel tired at all. If he is in a hurry, and I don't interfere with his meeting, then I can accompany him to the Russian embassy first.

To be honest, I have been to the Chinese Embassy in Moscow several times to participate in events, but when it comes to the Russian Embassy, I think the place where I have a connection with it is the visa office next to the embassy, and I have never been to the main embassy building in the compound. I'm really curious about what the hell is like there.

At the exit of the airport, we were greeted by a tall, lanky Russian young man who looked to be in his twenties. He was especially kind enough to carry our luggage into the car.

I saw that it was a silver-white Toyota van with a black embassy license plate starting with 198.

- "This is Linna, this is Jima!" Roman introduced us.

- "Hello! "Tima reached out to me and was very friendly.

The name reminds me of the colleague from the Moscow Travel Agency, but the horse in front of me is much more cute. Jima has the flaxen-colored hair and light blue eyes of a typical Russian boy, but his temperament is not as domineering as most Russian boys, Jima does not speak loudly, and his tone is particularly soft, which also makes me very fond of him.

To be honest, I've never been used to the rough and gruff way of Russian boys. At first, it was Andrei's deep voice and somewhat arrogant tone that made me a little repulsed by him.

- "Jima, did Valery tell you to pick me up?" Roman asked

- "No, my uncle asked me to pick you up, but he told me that you came alone, maybe Valery didn't explain it to him, and Lena came with you. ”

- "Aha! Thank you uncle, what is Valery busy with? ”；

- "I heard from my uncle that Valery was sick and I hadn't seen him for a few days. Jima replied as he drove.

Hearing this, Roman frowned, looked out of the car with a heavy expression, and was silent.

As the car drove into the city, Beijing was still a vibrant summer scene. Looking at the newly built high-rise buildings, eye-catching Chinese billboards and the faces of friendly compatriots on both sides of the road, I feel very happy to feel that I have returned to the embrace of the motherland.

Our car came to the Russian embassy in Beijing. The gate here is as heavily guarded as all the embassies, and is guarded by Chinese soldiers at the outermost.

However, when the doorman saw our vehicle, he did not check it, but let us go directly.

Jima drove the car into the gate, and he smiled and said something to us that I never expected:

- "Ma'am, sir, welcome home!" ”

I looked at Tima in amazement, and his words reminded me that at this moment, I had entered the territory of Russia again.

Could it be that after flying for a few hours, I have clearly set foot on the land of my motherland, but if I am not careful, why did I go abroad again? Am I going back home or going abroad? I was a little confused, and I thought to myself, God is really going to joke with me!