1979 My Life in the Era

Chapter 340
After meeting with Sergei, Ning Weidong felt extremely heavy-hearted.

Sergei's reaction clearly shows that the struggle in Moscow has reached a critical moment, and even the Far East, thousands of miles away, is inevitably affected.

Ning Weidong silently lit a cigarette, pondering the current situation.

“Darling.” At that moment, Anayasna came up from behind and hugged his waist.

Ning Weidong hummed in agreement, his gaze still fixed on the view outside the window.

The distant birch forest was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, and he made up his mind. He said in a deep voice, "Arrange a plane. I'll go to Almaty tomorrow."

Anastasia was taken aback: "So soon?"

Ning Weidong did not have this itinerary before.

Ning Weidong did not explain, but simply told her to make the arrangements.

The next day, at the airport in Almaty.

Ning Weidong stepped off an An-12 transport plane.

Below the plane, a white Volga sedan drove directly onto the airport runway.

"Comrade Belikov, it's been a long time." Ning Weidong smiled as he walked down the gangway and shook hands with the blond young man standing next to the car.

As Bakibanov's secretary, Belikov was also an old acquaintance of Ning Weidong.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two got into the car.

The driver started the car and drove away. Belikov said, "The leader is chairing an important meeting and may not have time until later."

Ning Weidong said, "It's alright, I came too suddenly. I'm just glad Uncle Bakibanov doesn't blame me."

Soon, the car arrived at Bakibanov's residence in Almaty.

Ning Weidong waited for more than an hour before finally seeing his target.

Ning Weidong was slightly surprised to find that Bakibanov looked quite tired, with dark circles under his eyes and a thinner face, making him look several years older.

Ning Weidong knew that Bakibanov was under considerable pressure during this period.

As Polezhne's health deteriorated, and with the change of dynasties underway, everyone involved felt like they were walking on thin ice.

Upon seeing Bakibanov, Ning Weidong immediately stood up.

Bakibanov casually sat down on the sofa next to him and said, "Sit down."

Ning Weidong responded.

Bakibanov asked old Kirolev again before getting straight to the point, asking Ning Weidong the purpose of his visit.

Ning Weidong didn't beat around the bush and dropped a bombshell.

"Uncle Bakibanov, the Dnepr Group may be about to make a move!"

Bakibanov immediately stiffened, his expression turning serious, and he said in a deep voice, "What do you mean!"

Ning Weidong said, "Based on some information revealed by Sergei, I suspect they may be planning to target Comrade Androbo."

Bakibanov frowned.

In fact, what Ning Weidong said was not such a groundbreaking thing for him. Given the current situation, it would be strange if the Dnieper Group did not move and let Androbbo take over.

Despite his doubts, Ning Weidong, despite his confident assertions, was not entirely certain.

Bakibanov said, "Tell me carefully."

Ning Weidong rambled on and on, essentially answering the question with the answer already in hand, so naturally he spoke eloquently and logically.

After listening, Bakibanov said in a deep voice, "You mean, Rokov the Younger..."

Ning Weidong nodded: "I'm at least 70% sure."

Bakibanov fell silent again, not asking for any more details, which were not important to him.

Ning Weidong didn't rush to say anything more. In fact, he couldn't play any more role at this point. Next, it was Bakibanov's decision.

After waiting a few more minutes, Bakibanov took a deep breath, as if he had exhausted a lot of energy, and looked up at us: "Get ready, we're going back to Moscow."

Ning Weidong was secretly delighted; it was obvious why he was going back to Moscow at this time.

Faced with this situation, it was no longer a decision that Bakibanov could make; he had to report to Chernchenko.

Bakibanov's decision to include Ning Weidong already reflects his stance.

Half an hour later, Ning Weidong and Bakibanov set off again and returned to the airport.

Just a few hours after landing, Ning Weidong boarded another Tu-154 aircraft.

Standing beneath the plane, Ning Weidong couldn't help but look up at the engine beneath the vertical stabilizer.

This type of three-engine aircraft posed significant safety risks in later generations and was eventually phased out.

However, at this point, Ning Weidong didn't have the right to be picky. Since Bakibanov had already gone up, he could only follow suit.

Sitting near the main wing, the metal wings visibly bent as the plane took off, making a creaking sound that made one feel uneasy.

A thought suddenly popped into Ning Weidong's mind: what if the plane crashed halfway to Moscow...

Shake your head vigorously to shake off all the random thoughts.

Ning Weidong calmly pondered his upcoming itinerary.

Although Bakibanov didn't say it explicitly, since he was taking him to Moscow, it was definitely to see Chernykov.

Although this person has little historical presence, no one who has risen to the top of such a massive bureaucratic system as the Speed ​​Union is simple.

Ning Weidong's gaze swept across the outside of the airplane window, occasionally glancing at the wingtips bobbing up and down.

Today, the experience and psychological advantage that time travel brought him are of little use.

He took a deep breath and looked away from the two rows of Bakibanov.

After boarding the plane, the two did not sit together. Bakibanov was clearly under more pressure and needed to think more.

Without the experience Ning Weidong brought from the future, he was even more confused and uncertain.

A few hours later, the plane landed at a military airfield outside Moscow.

Ning Weidong and Bakibanov did not exchange any words throughout the entire process until they got off the plane and into a sky-blue Volga sedan.

The driver was a thin, middle-aged man with a blank expression. The car followed the tree-lined road but did not enter the city. Instead, it circled around the suburbs and arrived at a wooden villa built with huge mahogany trees in the northern suburbs of Mosco.

After getting out of the car, Bakibanov and Ning Weidong exchanged a glance and strode into the villa.

Ning Weidong followed behind, and after entering the room, he was led by the staff to a lounge on the first floor.

Bakibanov went straight up to the second floor.

Ning Weidong sat down on the sofa by the window and glanced at the dense coniferous forest outside.

The villa is surrounded by ancient trees that have existed for countless years, giving it a deep and oppressive feel even in summer.

"Comrade, would you like something to drink?" A staff member in his thirties, with a handsome appearance and shoulder-length blond curly hair, asked gently.

Ning Weidong looked away and said without ceremony, "A cup of black tea and a few pastries, please."

Because it was a transport plane that was temporarily called in, there was no food on board, and Ning Weidong was hungry by now.

After saying "Please wait a moment," the waiter turned and left.

Ning Weidong nodded his thanks.

A moment later, there was a knock at the door, and a tray was placed on the small round coffee table next to the sofa. "Thank you~" Ning Weidong thought it was the waiter returning. He was looking out the window, lost in thought, when he glanced at the tray out of the corner of his eye and reached for the pastry.

However, after taking just one bite, he realized something was wrong. When he turned around, he discovered that the person who returned with the tray was not the same waiter from before.

"What are you thinking about? You seem distracted." Scia smiled and sat down on the single sofa on the other side of the small coffee table.

Ning Weidong smiled and leisurely took another bite of the pastry.

Actually, he has never liked foreign desserts; they're too sweet and make his throat feel dry.

"Why are you here?" Ning Weidong asked, picking up his cup of red tea.

"I've been here with Grandpa," said Sylvia.

Ning Weidong hummed in agreement.

"I heard you organized a trade fair in the Far East and even lured Sherov there," said Cassia.

Ning Weidong raised an eyebrow, unsure whether Facia had mentioned it casually or intentionally.

"Why are you suddenly in Moscow? Did you run into trouble?" (The question is repeated twice in the original text.)

Ning Weidong said, "It's not really troublesome..."

Before he could finish speaking, the phone in the room suddenly rang.

Ning Weidong knew that it was most likely Bakibanov who had called him, but since Kassia was there, he didn't rush to answer.

Slightly surprised, Xia stood up, picked up the phone, said "Hello," and then looked at Ning Weidong: "Okay, I understand."

He immediately hung up the phone and said, "Your father wants you to go to the study to see your maternal grandfather."

Ning Weidong hummed in agreement, took another sip of black tea, and then slowly got up.

Lacia followed, saying, "I'll take you there."

The two went up the solid wood staircase to the second floor.

In the corridor, Bakibanov, fearing that Ning Weidong had gone to the wrong place, stood outside the door in advance, but was slightly surprised that Kasya followed him up.

He frowned, but didn't say much. He just nodded to Ning Weidong and went back into the house.

Ning Weidong followed him inside.

This is a study that is not very large, but the window facing the sun is particularly large, and the trees outside the window have been trimmed, allowing a lot of sunlight to stream in.

Under the sunlight, an elderly man sat in a recliner; it was Chernchenko.

This was the second time Ning Weidong had met this person who was currently the de facto number two in the Speed ​​Alliance.

Compared to the last time he celebrated Catherine's birthday, Cherny has aged considerably, but his eyes are still sharp.

"Sit down~" Chernian didn't stand on ceremony and pointed directly to the sofa next to him, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.

Bakibanov, standing to the side, also remained expressionless.

After a few seconds, Chernen said in a deep voice, "This is a blatant interference in the internal affairs of the Speed ​​Alliance."

It wasn't too surprising that Ning Weidong was given such a serious accusation.

In fact, his appearance in Moscow at this time indicated that he was already prepared to deal with any situation.

Moreover, Chernenko's accusations were merely a show of force, not a genuine threat; otherwise, Ning Weidong would never have been able to reach him.

Even so, Ning Weidong knew even more clearly that at this moment, Qi Ernian was truly cautious and walking on thin ice.

Ning Weidong calmly replied, "You may have misunderstood. I am here on my own behalf."

“Only representing yourself?” Chernen raised an eyebrow and snorted, “Then you’re not qualified to be here.”

Ning Weidong smiled and said, "Of course, you are very busy, but I have some news that I believe you will be interested in."

At this point, Ning Weidong paused slightly, but without keeping anyone in suspense, he directly revealed his chips.

When he finished speaking, and Rokov's army was about to launch a counter-offensive, both Chernenko and Bakibanov present changed their expressions.

It wasn't that they were surprised by Ning Weidong's news; in fact, the possibility that the Dnepr Group, represented by Rokov Jr., might take action was not a secret.

Or rather, this had become a highly probable event after Polgezhne fell seriously ill.

However, no one dared to be certain about the specific timing and the methods used by the Dnieper Group.

What surprised them even more was that Ning Weidong, as an outsider, was so certain about the matter.

Chernen took a deep breath, paused for a few seconds, and said, "Do you think they have a chance of winning?"

Ning Weidong said, "Of course not."

Chernen raised an eyebrow: "So sure?"

Ning Weidong said, "If Comrade Androbo couldn't even handle this kind of situation, he wouldn't be where he is today."

Chernen nodded slowly; no one knew his old partner Androbbo better than him.

With KGB in hand, the actions of the Dnieper Group were impossible to hide from Androboro's eyes and ears.

Chernen slowly stood up, and Bakibanov immediately stepped forward, picked up the pipe on the table, and handed it to him.

Chienian held the cigarette in his mouth without lighting it, walked to the window and looked outside, and said in a deep voice, "You came here today to contact Androbo through me?"

Ning Weidong stood up and walked over, saying, "I have already met Sherov in the Far East."

Chern's answer is debatable.

Ning Weidong continued, "Compared to Comrade Androbo, I think you are a better partner."

Chernian gave a knowing "Oh": "You don't think highly of Comrade Androbo?"

Ning Weidong didn't mince words, stating bluntly, "Comrade Androbo's abilities and strength are undoubtedly beyond question, but his physical condition..."

Chernenko's eyes flashed. For people like them, physical health has always been a very sensitive topic, even a secret.

Chirnen narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Speaking of which, I am older than Comrade Androbo."

Ning Weidong smiled but offered no explanation.

At this point, Androbo's kidney disease and diabetes were already quite serious.

Outsiders may not know, but those who frequently interact with him certainly do.

A moment later, Ning Weidong left.

He has achieved his goal of meeting Chernen this time, and as for the follow-up of the Sulian Bureau, there will probably not be any major changes.

Instead, after he left, Bakibanov said with a solemn expression, "Father..."

Chernen raised his hand to interrupt, saying, "I know what you're thinking."

Bakibanov was taken aback.

Chernen said, "You still don't understand Yuri. He won't leave anyone any chance."

Bakibanov remained silent, but what he had actually wanted to say was that if Rokov Jr. made a move and things ended up in a lose-lose situation, their side might still have a chance.

But clearly, Chernyen didn't think that way.

“Go tell them not to cause any unnecessary trouble,” Chernen said sternly.

Bakibanov knew who 'they' referred to and immediately agreed.

(End of this chapter)