On the stage, the light was changing, and a row of Russian girls with gorgeous feathers on their heads were dancing Kang Kang dance. In the unrestrained rhythm, the red skirt rolled like waves, and the snow-white stockings and long legs could almost kick their noses. The spring light suddenly blew, making people feel excited and intoxicated, and whistles and cheers sounded under the stage.

Kangkang dance is the most popular dance in red light nightclubs in Europe today. "White North Salmon", the largest nightclub in Novosibirsk, introduced the Chinese lighting system, making this dance more passionate and tempting.

Ye Zhao came to "White Northern Salmon" to watch the song and dance at the invitation of Deputy Mayor Viscount Vette. Looking at the tables outside the club's dance floor, the Russians with big belly and whistles in an ugly manner. Ye Zhao shook his head and tasted the spicy vodka. No matter what country, some dignitaries were often the earliest traitors. As long as they could maintain their wealth and luxury life, they would not care who was ruled by them.

However, people like Viscount Viscount is not so easy to control. I heard that he had taken in wounded members of the secret resistance organization, but the military police did not want the situation to expand, so they did not seriously investigate it.

Turning his head to look at the handsome middle-aged man with a clear curve, Ye Zhao liked him a little. Some people with noble character were easily respected by others.

Music with a strong Russian color fluttered. Ye Zhao and Viscount Vette gently flirted with glasses and smiled and said, "Valoga, if one day you can come to Beijing, I will be very happy." Viscount Vette was called Vladimir. Valoga is the name of a very close person. In just a few days, Ye Zhao and him became close friends.

Viscount Vette's deep eyes flashed with pain. It was obvious that he was not good at hiding his feelings, and his current identity also caused him torment all the time.

Ye Zhao nodded and said, "Maybe you think I am hypocritical, but I hope our friendship has nothing to do with the position of the country and nation."

Viscount Wit was always surprised by the keen observation ability of this Chinese who could speak Russian skill, as if he could see through other people's hearts and always knew your true feelings.

Viscount Witt smiled bitterly and said, "No, no, no, dear Wen, you are sincere, and I am very happy to meet a friend from the far east."

Ye Zhao said again: "Actually, I think what is the country? As long as all citizens are equal, there will be no oppression and invasion. Perhaps in the future, we humans will establish a real Federation, without war, democracy and freedom."

Viscount Viscount moved his lips, and he did not agree with Ye Zhao's point of view.

Ye Zhao waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this, we will only talk about private affairs, not state affairs."

Viscount Vette nodded slightly and clinked the cup with Ye Zhao.

"Haha, Mr. Viscount, I'm honored to see you!" A Russian with a big belly came over her face, with a fat face covered with flesh. His name was Leonid. He was originally a powerful businessman in Novosibirsk. He was notorious for assassinating his competitors. When the Chinese entered Novosibirsk, he turned into the most active person among the pro-China faction. When the Chinese just entered the city, he organized citizens to welcome him. Now he is more actively assisting the Chinese military police (armed **) to arrest the resistance elements. He is one of the Russian traitors hated the most and is also a member of the Novosibirsk Municipal Council Management Committee.

He and Novosibirsk City** Director Boris Vasazze, Deputy Mayor Trubetskoy and others have long been listed as the number one target of assassination by the resistance organizations.

Leonid had long heard of the Chinese who lived in Viscount Viscount Vite's house. There were many Chinese merchants in Novosibirsk City, but only one of them could live in the military police headquarters. Now that he has the opportunity, he naturally wants to get to know him.

Viscount Vitt had no good feelings for Leonid, but he still politely introduced Ye Zhao and Leonid to each other.

"Mr. Wen, it's a privilege to see you." Leonid smiled all over his face when shook hands with Ye Zhao, but Ye Zhao knew intuition that this was a dangerous person.

Leonid was extremely talkative, and after a few words, he seemed to become Ye Zhao's close friend. Seeing that the cup of Ye Zhao and Vitt was made of Russian vodka, he smiled and said, "Mr. Wen must not be used to the crude spirits. I would like to invite Mr. Wen and the Deputy Mayor to taste the good wine I have collected." He turned around and called the waitress, asking the waitress to take the "Chinese spirits" he stored at the bar.

After a while, the waitress came hurriedly with a plate, but it was Xinghua Village Fenjiu.

The liquor dumped by China overseas, Xinghuacun Fenjiu is the number one brand. As for liquors such as Moutai, it is just a small lotus that has just begun to show its sharp edges.

In Russia, the upper class is gradually keen on Chinese goods, and there is no need to mention the occupied areas. The dignitaries are proud of owning Chinese products, and even have some abnormal developments. For example, alcohol, Chinese liquor and Volga are all good at playing. Compared with the high-intensity Volga, Chinese liquor is afraid that it will not be very pleasing to the Russians, but drinking Chinese liquor becomes their capital for showing off.

Ye Zhao thanked Leonid for his kindness and smiled and said, "Thank you for this. To be honest, vodka is good, but it's just too satisfying and too spicy, it's similar to your national character."

Leonid laughed and said, "It's good that you like it. Speaking of personality, Mr. Wen, compared to the implicitness of oriental women, does Mr. Wen like the hotness of Russian women?"

Ye Zhao couldn't help but think of Sharapova, smiled, and said nothing.

At this time, under the leadership of the foreman, a beautiful and tall Russian blond girl with a slim buttocks and waist came and stood at the table of Ye Zhao and others. The foreman with a bow bowed slightly to Leonid and said, "Mr. Shudlow, as you told me, Natasha agreed to serve you."

The blonde girl had a creamy white short gauze dress, graceful figure and black stockings long legs, and was vaguely visible. Leonid stared at her sexy body greedily, swallowed hard, and hesitated, finally pointed at Ye Zhao and said, "Go to my good friend Mr. Wen to have a drink." She was so annoyed in her heart, but in order to get in touch with this Chinese businessman with deep strength, she could only bear the pain of giving up. You know, for Natasha, he took a lot of effort and took a fancy to this beautiful dancer very early. When he first met Natasha, Natasha was not a dancer. Natasha's father was his business partner. He went bankrupt half a year ago. For the sake of his livelihood, Natasha entered the nightclub as a dancer, and his fiance was terminated.

Leonid was a complete bastard. Although he was not the one who caused Natasha's father to go bankrupt, he did not say anything about his many years of help. Instead, he finally stepped on it, divided the other person's property, and even focused on his daughter. In other words, he was already imagining with this beautiful niece, but he had dreams before that, now, his dreams can come true. Thinking about the scene of holding this beautiful niece, he felt warm all over and couldn't suppress his feelings.

However, the owner of this club is quite powerful. Three months ago, a Chinese businessman bought shares. Natasha, a gradually popular socialite, is okay with others, but he is extremely cold to him. He dares not use too much force. However, he keeps making small moves in private to make things difficult for Natasha's family and causing them all kinds of troubles, etc., and can get the long-cherished wish. But today I want to meet this Chinese, and I can't leave behind the most beautiful socialite in Novosibirsk and introduce other dancers to Chinese businessmen. Leonid weighs the pros and cons, and finally he still bears the pain of giving up.

Leonid called two more socialite names and asked the foreman to call him and chat with Viscount Vette to taste wine. He felt a little disappointed, but soon put aside this loss and chatted with Ye Zhao even more intimately.

"Mr. Wen, please forgive me for taking the liberty. Are you planning to invest in Novosibirsk? Is it that Mr. Wen is engaged in? "Leonid asked with a smile, looking at him for some reason, but he didn't dare to look at the Chinese businessman in front of him for too long. This feeling had never been before.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "I'm doing everything. I'm here in Siberia for a preliminary investigation. I haven't figured out what industry to invest in."

Leonid said: "Mr. Wen thinks the returns of investing in steel plants will be very generous? I heard that Beijing is preparing to build this place into an industrial base in Siberia. I don't know if this news is true or reliable." In fact, if you really want to say that building a steel plant is not a matter of overnight success. I heard that local coal resources can be mined, but transportation of iron ore becomes a problem without the railway being completed. However, if you invest in cement plants, local stone, sand, limestone, and sticky shale resources are extremely rich.

Leonid asked this mainly to explore the background of Chinese businessmen. After all, even if you invest in a small steel mill, it will require strong strength.

Viscount Witt shook his head and said, "It is better to be cautious in sensitive industries, so as not to be targeted by guerrillas and lose all their money."

Ye Zhao smiled and said yes. Leonid looked at Viscount Witt a few times and cursed him a few words, but it was difficult to break up with him in the end, and he could not go to the Chinese military police to report him, because the Chinese military police's special care for Viscount Witt is obvious to all.

Without speculation, Leonid turned to flirt with the socialites around him, while Viscount Viscount slowly tasting wine, not paying much attention to the women beside him.

Natasha helped Ye Zhao pour a glass of Chinese spirits and secretly looked at the Chinese.

Leonid did not bother her but asked her to sit with the Chinese, which made her feel relieved. She was really afraid of Leonid, especially after gradually hearing about his shameful business and ruthless methods, she realized that Uncle Shudlow, who was once amiable, turned out to be a ferocious jackal.

She knew that she might be bullied and ravaged by this disgusting pig tonight, but for the sake of her family, she had to come and socialize him. She just hoped that she could make him happy and delay for a few more days before finding a way. Growing up in this environment, she gradually had to deal with the entanglements of some men, but even if she was touched by this former "uncle of the family", the feeling was very disgusting. If there was no way, she was ready to sacrifice herself to the big boss of the club and be the mistress of the big boss, which would be easier to bear than being possessed by Leonid.

But unexpectedly, the nightmare did not appear.

Although this Chinese man seems to be the friend of Leonid's villain, he is completely different from Leonid. He is calm and taciturn, and it feels extremely comfortable to sit next to him.

"Sir, you speak very well in Russian." Natasha's voice was sweet, her curled long golden hair set off her white and delicate face that looked like condensed milk. She seemed to know what kind of smile was more charming and made the man's heart more moved.

Ye Zhao smiled and said to himself that Sharaba was a fool, but she had never praised me like that. She glanced at Natasha and asked, "Aren't you cold?"

Natasha was stunned, shook her head, reached out to pick up the wine glass, and smiled sweetly: "Sitting beside the gentleman, it seems to be roasting a stove, very warm."

Ye Zhao and she gently touched the cup, but saw Natasha dyed her shiny red armor, with a deep red apple color, with a light metallic luster, which was extremely sexy, even more attractive than a red apple. Ye Zhao smiled and said, "The nails are very beautiful."

Natasha blinked her deep blue eyes and said, "It's Chinese nail polish."

The popularity of various nail polishes comes from the Chinese court and later became popular in China. Now in Russia, some aristocratic women and dancers in the red light district are gradually becoming popular.

Chinese nail polish? Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Is that true? I haven't seen this color before." I think it's a naked sexy temptation. Even the wives at home, even the golden phoenix who is the best to please him, have their own solemnity and will not dye the phoenix fairy oil that is too frivolous.

Natasha reached out her snow-white little hand to Ye Zhao and asked, "Does it look good?"

Ye Zhao nodded slightly. At this moment, a guard hurried in, came to Ye Zhao and whispered a few words in Ye Zhao's ear. Ye Zhao was stunned, then stood up and said to Leonid and Viscount Vette: "I have something to do, let's go first." He said to Leonid: "I'm very happy to know you, Mr. Shudlow."

Viscount Wit was not surprised. Knowing that Ye Zhao was a busy man, he stood up with a smile, shook hands and hugged Ye Zhao and said goodbye.

Leonid said: "This, Mr. Wen, have I neglected you?"

Ye Zhao shook hands with him and said, "Mr. Shudlow is so kind, I will visit you someday."

Leonid then felt relieved and laughed: "Then I will definitely welcome you, this distinguished guest with the best dishes."

Natasha couldn't hide her disappointment, but she could only smile sweetly and hug Ye Zhao and say goodbye. Ye Zhao was stunned for a moment, and she could not help but feel a strange feeling when she was rubbed against her delicate and smooth face.

He hurried out of the club, got on the carriage and headed straight for the command of the Western Siberian Legion. As the guards just reported that about two Russian infantry divisions had raided Petropavlovsk, and in just a few hours it captured a city with only a small number of self-defense forces. The Free Commune was overthrown and the Tsarist Russian army reoccupied Petropavlovsk.

Obviously, the Russians did not want any buffer zone between them and the Chinese army, and would not allow the Free Commune movement to grow.

The fundamental reason is that the Russian Tsar and the commander clearly knew that the armistice would be detrimental to Russia. If the Chinese were allowed to operate in the Southeast Plain and the railway network from mainland China to the Southeast Plain was laid, a large number of Chinese immigrants would enter the Southeast Plain. In the long run, Russia would be afraid that it would lose this land forever.

Because in the Southeast Plain alone, it can accommodate millions of Chinese immigrants. I am afraid that within ten years, Russians will become a minority population and this land will be occupied by the Chinese forever.

Although the Chinese were not as arrogant as expected and did not advance all the way west, the Tsarist Russian army, which had accumulated a certain amount of strength, would definitely carry out a strategic counterattack.

The messages received at the command headquarters also confirmed Ye Zhao's speculation.

The entire commander is now brightly lit, and the telegraph room is ticking and repeating rhythm.

Ye Zhao was walking, while Suna looked at the huge military map hanging on the wall, which was the defense map of the front-line position Omsk.

The last telegram from Omsk reported that a massacre occurred in Petropavlovsk. The Russian army hunted and killed members of the Free Commune, and the elderly, young, women and children were not spared. It was extremely bloody suppression.

Then the telegram broke the line.

This is a common situation. From Novosibirsk to Omsk, there are hundreds of kilometers apart, and there are large uninhabited areas. The telegraph lines are often cut off by Russian guerrillas, and it is normal that they cannot be repaired for seven or eight days.

Ye Zhao lit a cigar, took a few sips, and said, "The Russians will definitely launch an offensive while the ice is frozen."

From Toborsk to Omsk, the Irtchis River section will last until April next year, and the downstream areas will not be freezed until May. It is difficult to say when the Russians will choose to launch a counterattack.

Suna silently looked at Omsk's defense line, and deployed two armies of about 100,000 troops on the nearly 100,000 defense line in Omsk.

Although hundreds of kilometers of supply lines were required to go from the southeast plain to the front line, the same was true for the Russians. The railways were bombed from Petropavlovsk to Kurgan, and most of them were done by the Russians themselves, including the Tsarist Russian government troops and the Free Commune organization, who were once keen on destroying the railway lines.

However, it is ten times easier for the Russians to maintain the supply line than the Chinese army to maintain the supply line, especially in the cold weather, and the Mongolian horses in the Logistics Command have already frozen to death.

Ye Zhao put out the cigar and said, "It seems that we will stay for a few more days."

Suna's eyes lit up and she said, "The master is planning and will win this battle. She originally wanted to worry about the ice and snow, and she would bother the Empress himself."

Ye Zhao waved his hand and smiled, "You come to command, I will be a staff officer, but the matchmaker has been praising you, don't let me down."

Suna hesitated for a moment, but when she saw Ye Zhao's eyes, she immediately called Qian and said loudly: "I will definitely live up to my master's expectations!"

He has been following Ye Zhao as a guard since he was a child. Many habits are really hard to change. Just like a military boss like Harric, Ye Zhao could only turn a blind eye.

...

He did not sleep all night and studied the frontline situation with Suna and other commanders of the commander of the commander of the commander of the commander of the capital. It was the afternoon of the next day when Ye Zhao returned to his residence.

"Witt Castle" opens the magnificent wooden door of the hall, and you can see the grand mahogany stone stairs swaying upwards. On the left side of the stairs is the spacious living room and on the right side is the dining room.

Nowadays, Ye Zhao and Viscount Wit get along well, and it is not as clear as before. Viscount Wit even invited Ye Zhao to live in the second floor bedroom, saying that the second floor bedroom can overlook the city scenery and make it more comfortable to live.

Viscount Vittor and his wife often had dinner with Ye Zhao on the first floor. When they saw that Ye Zhao had no such thing as Sui Xin, they asked the maid to take care of Ye Zhao's daily life, but they refused to charge more money for the rent.

Ye Zhao entered the music room and prepared to listen to music to relax and go to rest.

The music room is about 40 square meters, with elegant layout, hanging with Chinese paintings of tigers, Chinese phonographs, Chinese pianos, jade zithers, and even sofas and coffee tables are all produced in China in oriental style.

Ye Zhao heard that although Viscount Witt had long been wary of China's rise, Madam Witt was a genuine Chinese master, very fascinated by Eastern culture, and could even speak a few bad Chinese words.

This music room was completely arranged by Mrs. Witt. Some of the products were bought from the black market at a high price. Some of them were purchased when Chinese goods poured in like a tide after the Chinese occupied the Southeast Plain.

Sitting on the sofa and drinking tea, the phonograph sounded the first music with ambushing on all sides.
To be continued...