in2ebook Chapter 637 Bayajin Enters Hulan
Chapter 637 Bayajin Enters Hulan
The Bayakin family thought they were going to live a good life, and that the haze hanging over their heads would gradually dissipate, so they were ready to live a good life.
However, he was eventually discovered by the patrolling Mobei People's Army, who hung his father and mother on a hay rack and beat them to death!
In order to protect Bayajin who was hiding in the haystack, his brother ran desperately to the end of the grassland, but how could a man run faster than a horse?
In the end, he was trampled to death!
From then on, Bayakin planted the seeds of hatred in his heart and joined the Independence Brigade.
Because of his father's influence, he has had flexible thinking and a talent for making money since he was a child, so he was successfully selected into this "purchasing team".
After eight days of riding, Bayajin finally arrived in Hulan.
Hulun was the political and economic center of Mobei. Originally, this place was not called Hulun, but "Kulun".
In 1924, after Country E gained control of the northern desert, it changed the name of "Kulun" to "Ulabavo", which means: red hero.
The intention of Country E is very simple and shameless, which is to leave the imprint of Country E on Mobei, so it gave it this "very red" name.
Bayakin got off his horse, walked through the streets of Hulan, and headed straight for the city area that seemed prosperous but was actually deserted.
Bayajin looked at the red everywhere in Hulan. How could it look like a descendant of Genghis Khan? Not to mention the statues, even a single word of Genghis Khan could not be found.
This can also be considered as the credit of Country E. Ever since the pro-E government with a few clues copied Country E's standard of rich pastoralism, the herders in Mobei have been tortured half to death.
This is a weird behavior of copying homework and even copying the name.
Where there is oppression, there is resistance.
How can the eagle of the grassland and the descendant of Genghis Khan allow you to humiliate him?
As a result, countless grassland eagles mounted their war horses, and the brave ones attacked your collective farm, while the timid ones cursed you in private.
The E country authorities were furious. What about the Steppe Eagle? What about Genghis Khan?
Eagle, I'm going to break your wings!
Genghis Khan, I will destroy your statues, portraits and writings!
Under the leadership of Country E, the people of Mobei only need one belief, not the grassland, not the Eternal Heaven, and not Genghis Khan, but the red Country E!
Bayakin spat and walked to the Lenin Hotel, which was considered a luxurious hotel in Hulan.
"Give me a room."
"Ok."
The waiter looked at Bayajin's elegant attire and his dusty appearance, and guessed that he might be an official who came to Hulan from other areas to do business.
Because Bayakin was wearing standard E country attire, which is the "official uniform".
Bayajin took the key respectfully handed over by the waiter, nodded with satisfaction, and then went up to the third floor with a proud look on his face.
After entering the room, Bayakin looked in the mirror at the clothes he had put on before entering the city, unbuttoned them tightly, and sneered:
"It's true that clothes make the man! Captain Ye is a man of foresight. If he hadn't asked us to prepare these clothes in advance, I'm afraid we wouldn't even be able to enter the door of this hotel!"
In fact, the reason why Ye Zhonghua let these purchasing soldiers stay in the best local hotels was not because it was a "welfare" for them.
It’s just that these hotels are of very high quality and ordinary people can’t get in at all. To a certain extent, this avoids harassment from those who are always thinking about reporting on others to get promoted, making it safer.
In addition, these hotels are actually occupied by people with great powers. They may be able to come into contact with some powerful people here, which will make it easier for them to purchase supplies.
Otherwise, if they were to buy them one by one, they would probably die of exhaustion and still not be able to finish buying them all. And even if they finished buying them, they couldn’t take them back!
Bayajin simply washed up, then went downstairs to the restaurant on the second floor.
"Sir, would you like to eat?"
"Of course!"
"plz follow me!"
The respectful waiter took him to a table near the window and handed him the menu.
Bayakin had only trained these so-called "upper class" people on how to behave for one day, so they were still a little unfamiliar with the method.
Fortunately, the menu is in both Mongolian and Russian, so I can still understand it.
"Are the only dishes here from Country E?"
"Sorry sir, that's the situation for now!"
The main focus of the Lenin Hotel is high-end. What is high-end?
Foreign gadgets may not necessarily be high-end, but local ones are definitely not high-end!
Therefore, the local government, looking up, replaced all the meals in the restaurant with bread, potatoes and sausages from Country E.
Bayakin shook his head helplessly, and finally could only ask for a piece of bread and a sausage.
After ordering the food, Bayakin began to observe the surrounding environment.
This restaurant is about three or four hundred square meters, with dozens of dining tables, but there are only a few tables of customers dining in the restaurant. He counted and found that there were five tables in total, including his own.
At one table, there seemed to be a high-ranking official from the Mobei People's Government, who was shouting and yelling with his stupid son and fat wife.
At one table were two people from Country E, who were listening to the noise with frowns on their faces.
The remaining table was occupied by a pretty woman from Country E, who looked to be in her thirties, with her profile looking out the window.
At the other table sat a Mongolian man with a very gangster air. He would occasionally look at the Mongolian official and take a look at the woman from Country E.
Bayajin looked at the Mongolian man with a strong sense of gangsterism and was somewhat interested. Such people usually have some connections in the local area, which may be helpful to his purchasing business.
Bayajin swallowed the bread and sausage in one gulp, then paid the bill and handed a bill to the waiter as a tip.
Amidst the flattery of gratitude, Bayakin left the restaurant, but before he had taken two steps, he was stopped by a voice.
"Sir! Please stay!"
Bayajin's heart tightened, and he reached for the small dagger in his pocket, then slowly turned his head.
"Sir, were you looking at that Mongolian man just now?"
Bayajin thought he was careful enough and no one noticed him secretly observing, but he didn't expect to be spotted by a small waiter!
Bayakin's hand holding the dagger was sweating slightly. If the waiter dared to have other ideas, he would definitely stab the dagger into his throat without hesitation.
"So what are you going to say?"
The waiter looked at Bayajin's unfriendly expression and felt nervous.
"No, no, no, sir, you misunderstood! I wanted to remind you that the guy is Morgedai, a local businessman with connections. You must not mess with him."
Bayakin's hand holding the dagger loosened a little, thinking that the consumption of his own bill had worked, and he breathed a sigh of relief.