Big Time 1958

  The whole East Berlin has become a huge construction site, with the aid construction teams speaking various languages, and with the help of many translators, they regard this place as their own home and dedicate their strength wholeheartedly. More than a decade after the end of World War II, the residents of East Berlin rarely felt the support of many fraternal countries. Although the Germans were known for their indifference, they also temporarily joined the labor force at this time.

   Build tall buildings and have tower cranes! Mix cement, use a shovel! "Sherov, have you mixed the cement? When you're done, bring up two buckets!" A rough voice came from upstairs, and then a head stuck out from the window. A mason with eyes was afraid that no one would hear it. shouted again.

   "Okay!" Serov wiped a sweat and left a trace on his face, and responded with a high voice. He quickly filled the two buckets, lifted the bucket with both hands, and walked into the corridor.

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

"Is that person Mr. Sheloff?" The voice of the person who came was full of uncertainty. If his eyes hadn't deceived him, he was wearing blue overalls, holding his trouser legs, and wearing a pair of rubber shoes from an unknown country. The person who was covered in cement dust was the Soviet lieutenant general who was in the West Berlin city government more than half a month ago?

"I have a bad memory and need to see the doctor! I met more than half a month ago, and the English gentleman has forgotten the opponent he faced so quickly?" In spite of the group's ridicule, he held Serov's lieutenant general's uniform in his arms, and the epaulettes on it were still shining.

When he was talking, Serov, who was not far away, had already come out of the corridor, but immediately filled two buckets of cement and disappeared from everyone's sight, "Okay!" The British representative who could see clearly this time pointed to Issemotti. asked, "I want to talk to Mr. Shelov..."

"He doesn't have time!" Issamotney's small wrist flicked, and a delicate lady's watch appeared. She glanced at the time and said coquettishly, "There is still half an hour to rest and eat at noon, you are waiting wait!"

   "How long has Mr. Shelov been here!" asked a young man next to him. This kind of scene was seen by the British who came here. These British people naturally thought it was a show and deliberately played it for them.

"It's been three days, since I knew you were going to restart the negotiations, the director decided to find something for himself to do!" Isamotney said angrily. It doesn't matter if it's a show, it's all about finding a job to avoid wasting time with this group of people.

The contempt in Issamotney's mouth is obvious. She is quite dissatisfied with this group of British people. After get off work every day, she always spends a long time taking a shower. Even so, Issamotene can still feel the bed when she sleeps. The sand left behind made it quite uncomfortable for her and Lukani. Naturally, women will not be dissatisfied with Shelov, and they will be transferred to this group of people.

   This unintentional disaster made the British people feel baffled. Why did this beauty get angry at them? It is simply too unreasonable.

While waiting, a man dressed in exactly the same way as Shelov blew his whistle, and the surrounding construction workers came out of the surrounding buildings one after another, "The Soviet man just said that the future house should bury the wires in the wall, so that the Keeping the interior looking good, sounds pretty good!"

   "Once there is a problem with the circuit, it will be difficult to overhaul!" Another construction worker asked rhetorically.

"As long as the quality of the wires in our factory is up to standard, how can there be a problem! Besides, can we keep a pipeline to manage all the lines of each household in one place, which can save time!" All the people here are construction workers, When it comes to one's own profession, there are endless topics to talk about. The construction workers who came out to eat gathered in twos and threes. At most, everyone passing by here glanced at these few people, and then they did what they had to do! There is a Soviet lieutenant general among them. Everyone knows it. Except for the first day they came here, they thought it was because of the inspection work. After returning to China, there is one more bragging talk.

Serov, who was dressed as a proletarian, was also among the group. After coming over, she snapped her fingers, and Isamotny immediately took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, opened it and put it in Serov's mouth and lit it. "Is something wrong?" Serov took a breath. Yan, sitting directly on the ground, with his back against a pile of bricks, looks like a lot of silk. The image at this time is completely incomparable with the mighty Caspian Tiger.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Serov was still participating in labor. He was already a lieutenant general at such a young age. Maybe you are the only one in the Soviet Union! You should be the iconic cadre of the Soviet Union!" The British representative was just surprised, and then there was a steady stream of A compliment, but unfortunately Serov took off the hat on his head and patted it, and a burst of dust directly shut up the British.

"I don't dare to call myself young, and I'm not the cadre with the fastest promotion!" Serov, who slapped his hat twice, put the hat on his head again, and said, "There are not many young people in the Soviet Union who are cadres of my level. Little! You also know that too many Soviet men died in World War II! Now the cadre in the Soviet Union that matches your evaluation is Comrade Vladimir Yefimovich Semichasny, the first secretary of the Lenin Communist Youth League. You have a lot of people, like Yakov Mikhainovich Sverdlov, and Lavrendi Pavlovich Beria! Compared with these people, I am not enough qualifications…"

  Sverdlov was the chairman of the Central Executive Committee of the Soviet Union and the nominal head of state. When he died, he was thirty-four years old. As for Beria, when he was thirty-two years old, he was the leader of the South Caucasus Republic.

"I have something to say now, I will move bricks in the afternoon!" Shelov 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 again Look at the clothes you wear, it looks more like it! Next to him, Lukani was still holding a pot of water waiting for Serov to drink, but it seemed like a kind lady was helping a beggar. This is not acting. Sheloff always looks like this when he eats. According to his own words, all he wants is the feeling of gorging.

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

   "West Berlin is your responsibility, can't you solve the problem yourself?" Serov took a sip of water, the meaning is very obvious, it's my business.