Chapter 189 If You Give Me, I Will Help You

Diana and Alexi didn't move, looking at Wang Deming like fools. Are you using us as guinea pigs?

"Hey, as a friend, please do me a favor. I just treated you two to delicious steamed buns at noon. I just want to taste them."

Diana and Alexei started to search their pockets without saying a word, took out their wallets, pulled out a 10-yuan bill and handed it to Wang Deming, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Alas, who the hell said that Russians are easy to fool?

Wang Deming's eyes moved from the two banknotes to the faces of the two Rakshasas opposite him, and he asked helplessly again: "Really?"

Diana snorted coldly, put her money back into her wallet and purse, snatched the 10 yuan from Alexei's hand and waved it in front of Wang Deming, "Bah! What do you think of us?"

"You think you can buy us off with less than 10 bucks?"

"No, it's less than a dollar after converting it into rubles!"

"Oh my God!" Diana was in a dramatic mood. She held her cheeks with both hands and uttered an operatic aria: "To use a Chinese idiom, it's worthless!"

Wang Deming held his forehead in pain, rubbed his face vigorously, looked at Alexei, and asked: "My dear Davarish, what kind of magic does she have that makes you so obsessed with her?"

Alexey shrugged helplessly, "You know, family marriage, and," he made a gourd shape with his hands, "such a good figure and face, aren't you tempted?"

"But the beef is too tough and hard to chew!"

"It's better than a bucket." Alexei made a hug gesture again.

Diana was so angry that she put her hands on her hips and called him by his name: "Wang Deming, Alexei!"

"Well," Wang Deming quickly made up for it, pointing to the row of beakers, "Of course, the goddess Diana who drank the mysterious drink used by Chinese court ladies to nourish their bodies is different!"

Diana raised her head proudly, "Of course!"

"So, honorable goddess Diana, your Chinese friends are in great need of your help. Is there anything I can do for you?"

“I love this garden!”

"Well, she's yours now! Once it's redecorated in a week, you can invite the goddess to move in."

Diana nodded in satisfaction and pointed at herself and Alexei. "Besides this, what other benefits can Alexei and I get?"

“What will the future beverage factory’s profits be like?”

"Very good!" Diana snapped her fingers, looked Wang Deming up and down in surprise, and exclaimed: "De, I didn't expect that you are so flexible in handling things."

Wang Deming smiled and said, "In Chinese, it's called getting on the right path." He said the word "getting on the right path" in Chinese.

"On the way?"

"That's right!"

Diana covered her mouth, "Haha, De, you are on the right track, I like you more and more!"

She's confessing her love to me so openly? And you don't care?
Wang Deming's eyes widened as he looked at Alexei, who seemed calm and took up the beakers one by one to smell them. Then he shook his head and said, "De, the plant smell is still too strong. If we sell it as a drink, it won't sell well in the Soviet Union."

"Oh, let me smell it too."

After smelling it, Diana also shook her head regretfully and said, "I once went to study in France and drank the local plant beverage. They said it was made from the roots of some plant, with sugar and carbon dioxide added. It was sweet and delicious."

"De, if you really want to sell Chinese herbs as drinks, this is definitely not okay, although it may be good for the human body."

Wang Deming pondered for a while, nodded in approval, and replied: "Yes, this batch of samples are first boiled to ensure effectiveness, and then purified through various means. The taste is indeed not in line with the public taste."

"So, I need you to help contact Soviet chemists to help adjust the drink to suit Soviet tastes while satisfying Western tastes."

"Of course, it must also meet the local food hygiene and health licensing conditions." Diana turned her head slightly and looked at Wang Deming, who gave her a gentle and firm smile.

A beautiful arc rose at the corner of Diana's mouth, "Ha, De, you want more than I thought?"

"The beautiful goddess of hunting, will you give it to me?"

"That depends on how much you are willing to pay?" Diana and Wang Deming's eyes were connected like electricity, as if sparks would fly at the next moment.

"Ahem!" Alexei coughed heavily. "I said, I'm still here."

The two of them avoided each other as if nothing had happened. Diana turned and walked out, saying faintly, "I know a few friends who specialize in chemistry. I will contact them to come to China as soon as possible. As for Alexei's friends, that depends on your alcohol tolerance."

"Uh," Alexei was a little embarrassed when talking about his drinking capacity, and then he laughed out loud: "My friends, Alexei's friends, are De's friends!"

"When are we going to eat dumplings tonight? I can't wait to try dumplings that are different from the Soviet Union!"

Diana looked back at Alexei suspiciously, feeling that his attitude was a little strange.

Wang Deming and Alexei laughed for a while, and they really felt a sense of mutual trust. Men's friendship is sometimes so strange.

Wang Deming patted Alexei’s thick back and said, “Let’s go to my house and eat dumplings!”

In the small factory, godmother Wang Shuqin was leaning on the kang in the east room of the north house, holding a rattle in one hand and shaking it over the head of a swaddled baby, "Not working, not working", making the baby utter "Ha, ha" from time to time, a heart-warming laugh.

The baby is a little boy born to my sister Yan Baozhen in August, not long after a hundred days.

In the central hall of the north room, the women were making dumplings together around a large table. Zhang Shouchun, Qin Huairu, and Jin Yuqing heard the baby's laughter and from time to time they stretched their necks to look towards the east room with envious looks.

Yan Baozhen looked at the three of them with amusement and said jokingly, "Don't look at them anymore. Your neck will stretch if you keep looking at them."

"If you ask me, the three of you should unite. Can Deming have the final say on whether to have a child? Mom is here today, let's see what excuse he can use to shirk responsibility?"

"Mom has been looking forward to having a grandson for a long time!"

As they were talking, Wang Deming brought Diana and Alexei into the room and asked casually, "What are you talking about?"

"No, nothing?"

The originally enthusiastic atmosphere suddenly stagnated. Zhang Shouchun and others were better off, as they had met Alexi several times, but it was the first time for Yan Baozhen and Qin Huairu to meet him.

Seeing this, Wang Deming asked Diana: "Can you make dumplings? Join the female comrades?"

"Okay!" Diana took off her mink coat generously, revealing her curvy figure, and handed the coat to Wang Deming.

Zhang Shouchun and other girls looked at Diana's breasts in surprise, then looked down at their own breasts, and suddenly they hunched over quietly.
Wang Deming didn't pay attention to all this. He hung up his coat, went into the house to say hello to his godmother, teased his little nephew for a while, and then took Alexi to the west wing for tea.

As expected, Alexei drank too much again. Unexpectedly, Diana was also an alcoholic. She thought rice wine was sweet and tasty, so she drank one cup after another and successfully got herself drunk.

Okay, throw one into the east wing and the other into the west wing.

After dispelling her fear, godmother Wang Shuqin joked that two door gods from the Rakshasa country had come to our house.

Time flies and it is the year 53. On January 1, the front-page headline of the Masses Daily was "Meeting the Great Task": the first five-year plan for national construction has begun.

On the 5th, another instruction was issued to oppose bureaucracy, commandism, and violations of laws and disciplines. Starting with letters from the people, these situations were checked, and each one was implemented and responded to.

On February 2th, the Spring Festival, there were a few more hairy Soviet comrades at the Xiaojing Factory, both men and women. The men were basically bald, and the women were a bit fat.

Zhang Dayong from Jiaodaokou Police Station, who came to pay New Year's greetings, was very surprised, "Deming, your family has become an external party?"

　Some book friends said before that the name of the police is wrong. After liberation, it was indeed called the Public Security Force; but the name sewn on the right chest of the police is: Chinese People's Police
　　
　
(End of this chapter)