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"Are you here?"

"Oh my god, Davarich, why are you here?" Zhulikov was really shocked when he saw Nikolayev in front of him!

"Davarich, we haven't met in almost five years. I miss you very much!" Nikolayev, the director of Ermao Shipyard, also said excitedly.

"Okay, come in quickly, Ilena, go buy two bottles of vodka and come back. I want to have a drink with my Davarishi!" Zhulikov welcomed his old friend into the house and said to the kitchen.

After a while, a woman with a waist like a bucket came out, put her pocket in her pocket, and glanced at Zhulikov in embarrassment.

Zhulikov showed a little embarrassment on his face, but he said, "Ilena, go and discuss with Dad Ivan for a good time and ask him to give it to me first... My best Davarich is here. Can I not invite him a cup of vodka?"

"I understand!" Elena nodded, cleaned up a little, and then went out. She didn't seem to have a wallet when she left.

"I never thought that I hadn't seen each other for a few years, Ilena was still so beautiful. It was the same when we met for the first time!" Nikolayev said with a hint of nostalgia.

"Yes, when we first met, it was on the bright blue waves. I am a private, you are a boiler worker, and Ilena is a nurse at the base. You secretly drink the alcohol we used for combat and I caught you... Oh my God, that's industrial alcohol. God knows how you survived!" Zhulikov sighed at their green years.

Then the two of them looked at the photos hanging on the wall at the same time. The appearance of Zhulikov and Nikolayev did not change much, and they were still similar to when they were young.

But the tall woman in the photo, but her figure is quite slender, her waist is so slim that she can hold, and her small face is as white as milk. It is hard to imagine that she is like a bucket of Elena.

There is no way, everyone knows that Maomei has a lot of shelf life. After she is over 30 years old, she will basically develop horizontally.

After dragging it for a few minutes, Ilena came back with the wine, and there was even a piece of bacon. However, the corners of Ilena's eyes seemed a little wet. She handed the wine to Zhulikov and went straight into the kitchen and fiddled with the bacon.

This should be the next dinner for the two of them.

"Come on, drink! As long as you have vodka, you can forget all your worries!" Zhulikov opened the two bottles of vodka at the same time, without using a wine glass, and directly drank it towards the bottle. It seemed that he hadn't drunk wine for several years.

In fact, Nikolayev, who was better than Zhulikov, tasted a few sips and put down the bottle.

There is no way. After drinking the best vodka, Nikolayev was really unable to drink this kind of rural vodka that was obviously made of alcohol and water.

"Why, you, the big manager, are so generous, you look down on Davarich's wine!" Seeing Nikolayev's attitude, Zhulikov couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"My Davarishi, you probably came from credit!" Zhulikov said suddenly.

"What do you mean to do?" Zhulikov's expression became even 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 have disappeared. And your refrigerator, color TV, and air conditioner seem to be invisible!"

"Nicolayev, is this the purpose of you coming to me today?" Zhulikov was furious and stood up directly, pointing at Zhulikov's nose and said, "You bastard, relying on your own as the factory director, you sucked the blood of our motherland when our motherland was destroyed, and now you have come to me to show off your power. Do you want to tell me that it was a big mistake to not choose you at the beginning!!" Zhulikov was angry and anxious.

"Ilena..." Nikolayev laughed in silence, "I have all my grandsons, why do you still care about Ilena's affairs... Well, my Davarich, I'm here today, I'm actually here to help you!"

Well, if Irena was still Irena 30 years ago, then Nikolayev might have any ideas. But the problem is that now Irena has become that way. Nikolayev is a gentleman and will never take away what he loves.

"Help me? Come and get me angry on purpose?" Zhulikov cursed, and in one breath he fucked half a bottle of vodka.

"I just irritated you just now. Forget it, let's be honest. I found a job for you, and I don't know if you are willing to do it?" Nikolayev said.

"Work!" Zhulikov widened his eyes and said, "If you asked me to go to your factory to screw you in the screws, then I tell you that I will never go!"

"I am an eagle flying in the sky, and I will never dance hammers on the ground!"

"You have to go. If you don't go, I will smash your brain with a hammer. You forgot that we already owe Old Ivan 10,000 rubles? If you don't work, we will die together!" As a result, before Nikolayev could speak, Ilena rushed in from the kitchen with a kitchen knife and said loudly.

It turns out that Elena has been eavesdropping on the two of them.

"Don't...I don't have a allowance..."

"No, I'm not going to give you a penny of allowance, since the motherland was destroyed, I've been almost 10 years ago. You've sold out all the things at home and my dowry. Do you think you're the captain of the Zhulikov flight?" Ilena said here, and people were almost crying.

Seeing that his wife was crying, Zhulikov could only sigh and hesitate for a long time before he weakly said to Nikolayev, "Okay, I'll go to your factory to twist the screws!"

"When did I say that you want to come to my factory to twist the screws?" Nikolayev said with a wry smile. "To tell you the truth, I am thinking about how to drive away the functions of the factory every day. How dare I recruit workers again!"

"You have no allowance for almost 10 years, and I have no job tasks for ten years. How can I get the money to pay you a salary!"

"I understand. You are here to tease me today. I want to blow your head!" Zhulikov took the wine bottle as he acted.

"Hey, I just said that there is no job for you in my factory, and I didn't say there is no other job!" Nikolayev rolled his eyes and said, "I tell you, this time the job is not to make you twist screws on the ground, but to let you return to the sky, soar in the sky again, and be that eagle!"

"What!" Zhulikov loosened the bottle of wine in his hand and slammed directly on the table. He immediately split into pieces. Some glass fragments cut Zhulikov's blood marks, and he didn't feel any pain.