"Go out! Go out!"

In front of a Khrushchev building built in 1966, two young men in suits and ties were blasted out of the doorway by a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a one-piece pajamas.

"Take me out of Khrunichev with you rags! Get out of Khrunichev! Get out of the way! Don't let me see you again!"

Two young Russians bumped into the brand new BMW car, looking at the flying contract papers, a little embarrassed, and shouted angrily, and responded: "Presekk, you have been swept out by Khrunichev. How lucky you can go to work in the United States? Such a broken country and a broken place, what is worth staying for you? It will be of no benefit to you so hard!"

"You guys know nothing!"

"My name is Presek, and it is the name of the first space launch site in the Soviet Union. I tell you, even if I die, I will die on this land. Even if I die, you don't want to get a little bit of my dust!"

Prisechk clenched his fist with his right hand, his thumb stretched out from the middle of his index and middle fingers, and shouted: "I am dead, buried in the grave. I will also shout QNMD Americans in my decayed voice!"

Just as Pleshetsk picked up a brick from the flower bed in front of the building, two young Russians finally climbed onto their BMW cars in a panic and rode away.

"You guys run fast!" Presek spat and snorted coldly: "A group of ungrateful wolves, traitors!"

Prisek, who turned around and left, did not see that the contract papers falling all over the sky had been picked up by his hands behind him. He quickly took a few glances, and the owner of the hand couldn't help but frowned.

Obviously, many people have a different personal judgment from the official ones for whether Prischetsk is responsible for the failure of the proton rocket launch. It is not only the Mole Company that believes that Prischetsk has greater value.

Unlike Mole Company, which had to be personally taken by the boss for the first business, Americans are more willing to invest capital here.

Just looking at the brand new BMW car and their strategy of hiring locals, I think the other party will never give up.

When it comes to salary and capital, if Prischetsk values ​​quality of life or academic future, he will inevitably be moved by his work in the United States. The sincerity of the Americans is not bad, but Prischetsk obviously did not waver at all.

Even though he was suspended from pay and his job was suspended by Khrunichev and his life in Russia had reached an unsustainable point, this man named "Presek" still sticks to his inner principles.

Such a person doesn’t even go to the United States, so why would he go to China, which is still a younger brother in the aerospace field?

Dangdangdang——

"Get out, I'll tell you to get out! Don't you understand?"

When Prisek heard the door of his house being knocked again, he opened the door in anger and rushed out in anger.

"Is it Professor Marlin's home?"

The moment Prisek opened the door, he suddenly saw a polite Central Asian man standing in front of the door. He spoke fluent Russian, carrying some canned food and pastries in his hands, and his clothes didn't look so decent. Obviously, this was not the villain he had driven away before.

"Hello, is this... Professor Marlin's home?"

The visitor asked again with a nervous roar.

"Professor Marlin? I am Professor Marlin, are you looking for me?" Prisechetsk's surname is Marlin, which is a very special surname in the Soviet Union. The Russian name has the most surnames, and the oldest one is Ivan, and the surname Marlin is the youngest surname in the Soviet Union.

During the October Revolutionary War, the Soviet Union produced a large number of orphans with unknown backgrounds. These people who were raised by the Communist Party of the Soviet Union later took the first syllable in the names of Marx and Lenin and combined them, which gave rise to the surname "Marlin".

In the Soviet Union, Marlin was the most timely name. Similarly, when the times passed, they were also the first to be abandoned.

"Are you Professor Marlin? But I think Professor Marlin shouldn't be a seventy-eight-year-old man?"

"Then you should be talking about my father." Presek looked up and down at the person who came, and was a little confused: "Do you know my father? Isn't this possible?"

"Oh, that's right." The visitor breathed a sigh of relief and laughed: "It was my teacher who asked me to visit his teacher. My teacher is a Chinese. He went to the Soviet Union in the 1950s. Recently, I heard that I came to Russia to do business and specifically asked me to visit Professor Marlin."

"I wonder if Professor Marlin is at home? My teacher misses him very much."

"My father..." Presek's face darkened and he shook his head slightly: "Come in first, my father passed away, in the accident in 1969."

"Oh, that's really, very sorry."

"You're welcome, please come in."

Prisek turned sideways and lets people into the room in the future. Then he looked at the corridor behind him, and then carefully closed the door.

"I don't know what you call me yet? Your Russian is very good, and it even sounds like a dialect in the Dyrkur River Basin. It's where my father grew up. I don't know who your teacher is? I think my father will be very touched if he knows his name and someone remembers it."

"Oh, my name is Fang Bin. You can call me my Russian name Bondalev. I think this name is very similar to what I learned when I was in school."

"Haha, you're right. Rockets and coopers are somewhat similar."

Fang Bin's cold joke made Pleshetsk smile rarely.

"My teacher is named Wang Yongzhi. He went to Jiangsu to study from 1955 to 1960. It was at that time that I met Professor Marlin and received a lot of help from Professor Marlin."

"55 years? I have a vague impression. At that time, I was still young. I vaguely remember that my father once brought a Chinese to home for dinner..."

During this difficult day, Prisek had not smiled for a long time. But on this afternoon, he laughed firmly several times.

Although the person who came was a student of his father's student, the gifts he brought were just a few bottles of canned food and health products. Although this Chinese did not have any effect on his plight, they were even talking about the past of the other two decades ago.

But for some reason, Presek felt extremely fulfilled in his heart.

"Brother Presek, your situation is not optimistic!" Fang Bin frowned and said worriedly: "Your unit threw the responsibility for such a big accident on you. Not to mention whether you can save your job, it may be a crime of dereliction of duty on your head... If you reject Dimitrogozin so much, I am afraid they will attack you!"

"I am doing right and standing straight. All the design drawings in the design institute are there. The technical matters are clear, right and wrong. If it is right, right and wrong. It is not my responsibility. Why should I take responsibility?" Prisek shook his head stubbornly and snorted: "If Khrunichev is unreasonable, I will sue them to the superiors. There must be a reasonable place, right?"

"Hey, Brother Presek, where is there any reason in Russia now?"

"The world of the Soviet Union..."

"The Communist Party of the Soviet Union has retreated to the Far East! Now it is the world of Americans and oligarchs. They only recognize money, so where can they reason?"

Fang Bin asked back: "If it was really reasonable, how could the Proton Rocket fail several consecutive launches? How could someone like Dimitrogozin appear?"

"Even if you don't care about yourself, you're still thinking about your wife and children? If you are targeted by Dimitrogozin, how will your family live, your children study, and what will you do in the future? You can't ignore this matter, right?"

"Then I won't go to the United States with them. I am a man whose surname is Marlin and whose name is Presek!"

Prisek pounded the table with his fist, stammered his neck, and argued with a red face: "Best, even if I starve to death, I will starve to death on Russian land!"

Fang Bin waved his hands repeatedly and asked with concern: "Not that, don't you think about going to the Far East?"

"The Far East... Although the Far East will not give me this meal, they have no space missions except intercontinental missiles. What's the difference between an aerospace expert without a space mission and a death?"

"Brother Presek, you are a man who stands tall and strong." Fang Bin sighed and said in pain: "Even if you want to starve to death, you can't wear this hat that is the culprit of the failed launch of the Proton Rocket, right? No matter what, we must throw this hat away so that people in future generations will remember that you are a hero!"

"Take this hat away?"

Prischetsk was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously shook his head: "They have a lot of people, what can I do?"

"Justice is in the hearts of the people. What is the conclusion on the official side is their business. But isn't this a clear explanation for who is responsible for the accident? As long as we can convince most people and let Khrunichev's employees know who is right and who is wrong, rely on the masses, mobilize the masses, and put their conspiracy in broad daylight!"

"We can write letters to various departments, send open letters, posters, hold gatherings, and force them to hold a defense meeting to determine the responsibility for the accident. If there is no such defense meeting, then their conclusions will not be convinced, let alone put on your head."

"You have to let them know that those with the surname Marlin and those with the surname Stalin have the same will as steel!"
Chapter completed!