"Is man there?"
"My God, davalich, what are you doing here!" zhulikov was really shocked when he saw Nikolayev in front of him!
"Davalich, we haven't seen each other for nearly five years. I miss you very much!" Nikolayev, the director of Ermao shipyard, said excitedly.
"OK, come in quickly, Irina, go buy two bottles of vodka and come back. I'll drink with my davalich!" zhulikov welcomed his old friend into the house and said to the position in the kitchen.
After a while, a woman with a waist like a bucket came out, chucked her pocket and looked at zhulikov in embarrassment.
Julikov's face showed some embarrassment, but he still said, "Elena, go and discuss with Ivan's father Haosheng and ask him to give it to me first... My best davalich is coming. Can I not invite him a vodka?"
"I know!" Irina nodded, cleaned up a little, and went out. She didn't seem to have a wallet with her when she left.
"I can't imagine that I haven't seen her in a few years. Elena is still so beautiful. It's the same when we first met!" Nikolayev said with a trace of nostalgia.
"Yes, when we first met, we were still on the blue waves. I was a private soldier. You were a boiler worker. Elena was a nurse in the base. I caught you stealing our combat alcohol... My God, it's industrial alcohol. God knows how you survived!" zhulikov lamented their green years.
Then they both looked at the pictures hanging on the wall at the same time. The faces of zhulikov and Nikolayev had not changed much, and they were still similar to when they were young.
It's just that the tall but slender woman in the photo, with a full waist and a small face as beautiful as milk, is hard to imagine that she is like a bucket.
No way. As we all know, Mao Mei has a lot of shelf life. After the age of 30, she basically needs to develop horizontally.
After a few minutes of delay, Elena came back with wine and even a piece of bacon, but the corners of Elena's eyes seemed a little wet. She handed the wine to zhulikov and went straight into the kitchen to play with the bacon.
This should be their next dinner.
"Come on, drink! As long as you have vodka, all your troubles can be forgotten!" zhulikov opened the two bottles of vodka at the same time without a glass. He took a swig directly at the bottle. It seemed that he had not drunk for several years.
Nikolayev, who was actually better at wine than zhulikov, tasted it lightly and put down the bottle.
No way. After drinking good vodka, Nikolayev was really not used to this rural vodka made of alcohol and water.
"Why, you big factory director is so rich that you don't like davalich's wine!" when he saw Nikolayev's attitude, zhulikov couldn't help pouring out some anger.
"My davalich, you should have bought this wine on credit!" said zhulikov suddenly.
"Why do you say this?" zhulikov's expression became more ugly, and Nikolayev looked around zhulikov's house and said, "the layout of this house has changed a lot from when I came 10 years ago. At least half of the things are gone. It seems that you can't see your refrigerator, color TV and air conditioner!"
"Nikolayev, is that why you came to me today?" zhulikov was so angry that he stood up and pointed to zhulikov's nose "You bastard, relying on being the factory director, you fed on the blood of our motherland when our motherland perished, and now you come to me to show off your strength. Do you want to tell me that it was a great mistake for Elena not to choose you at the beginning!!" julicoff was angry and anxious.
"Elena..." Nikolayev said with a dumbfounded smile, "I have grandchildren. How can I care about Elena... Well, my davalich, I'm here today to help you!"
Well, if Irina is still Irina 30 years ago, Nikolayev may have any idea. But the problem is, Irina has become like that now. Nikolayev is a gentleman and will never win people's love.
"Help me? Deliberately come to give me breath?" zhulikov cursed and dried half a bottle of vodka in one breath.
"I just stimulated you. Forget it. To be honest, I helped you find a job. I don't know if you want to do it?" Nikolayev said.
"Work!" zhulikov glared and said, "if you want me to screw you in your factory, I tell you, I will never go!"
"I am an eagle flying in the sky. I will never give you a hammer to dance on the ground!"
"You must go. If you don't go, I'll smash your brain with a hammer. Have you forgotten that we owe old Ivan 10000 rubles? If you don't work, we'll die together!" as a result, before Nikolayev spoke, Elena rushed in from the kitchen with a kitchen knife and said loudly.
I'm afraid Elena has been eavesdropping on them.
"Don't you... I don't have an allowance..."
"Fart allowance, it's been nearly 10 years since the death of the motherland. You haven't given you a penny of allowance. You're selling out everything at home and my dowry. Do you still think you're a great julikov flight captain?" Irina said, and everyone was about to cry.
Seeing his wife crying, zhulikov could only sigh and hesitated for a long time before powerlessly saying to Nikolayev, "well, I'll go to your factory to screw!"
"When did I tell you to come to my factory to screw?" Nikolayev said with a bitter smile. "To tell you the truth, I think about how to drive away the functions in the factory every day. Where dare I recruit workers again!"
"You haven't had an allowance for nearly 10 years. I haven't worked for ten years. How can I pay you!"
"I see. You're here to tease me today. I'll blow your head!" zhulikov picked up the bottle.
"Hey, I only said that my factory didn't work for you, and I didn't say that there were no other jobs!" Nikolayev rolled his eyes. "I tell you, this time's job is not to let you screw on the ground, but to let you return to the sky, fly in the sky again and be the eagle!"
"What!" as soon as the wine bottle in zhulikov's hand was loosened, it hit the table directly, and suddenly fell apart. Some glass fragments cut zhulikov's blood marks, and he didn't feel pain.