Chapter 362 He Knows What A Fart
Chapter 362 He Knows What A Fart
Chapter 362 He Knows What A Fart
On the morning of the second day in Chukchi, Abu accompanied Wang Ye to the local TV station.
In the simple studio, the two accepted an exclusive interview.
Mainly the introduction to Wang Ye, and Abu's various compliments on him...
As for Wang Ye's appearance, it is not a problem at all, because in Chukchi, there are too many people who look similar to Wang Ye!
Even compared to Abu, Wang Ye is more like a "local native" of Chukchi!
You know, the earliest people living in this land were not the Russians, but the Chukchis, who were also black-haired, black-eyed and yellow-skinned!
It's just that it was annexed by Tsarist Russia later, and many Russians gradually migrated here.
But even now, the local Chukchi people accounted for about one-third of the population, so if Wang Ye didn't say where he came from, others would think he was a local.
This kind of exclusive interview, that is, going through the motions, is more representative than practical.
Because there are not many people watching Chukchi TV...
More importantly, Abramovich prepared [-] bottles of vodka in advance, which is the "big killer"!
According to the plan, this batch of vodka will be distributed two days before the election, and along with the distribution of vodka, there are promotional posters with Wang Ye's profile picture and name printed on it...
It stands to reason that this is illegal and suspected of bribery.
But the problem is that during the Duma election on the Russian side, almost most of the members of the parliament used this method to win votes!
It's just that as rich as Wang Ye, two bottles of vodka are not too many when he makes a move. Others give out candy, bread and eggs...
Everyone is playing the same game, so no one should say anything.
Don't tell me, the effect of this method is really good.
Distributing something practical to the common people is much better than debating and explaining your own ruling philosophy on TV.
Ordinary people can't get enough to eat, and ghosts care about how you govern the country...
Of course, when it comes to higher-level elections, it's different. Relying on small favors is definitely not enough. After all, the number of voters you face is different, and you can't afford to send things.
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It was already very cold in Anadyr at the end of November. The temperature reached minus [-] degrees. By around four o’clock in the afternoon, the sky was already dark, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road.
Because of the weather, many places in Russia get off work very early, and get off work around 03:30.
Old Yuri drove his Russian national sacred car, hatchback Lada, back to the small yard of his home.
He slammed the door hard, and with the shaking of the car body, all the snow on the car was shaken off.
I looked up at the heavy snowflakes flying in the sky, and then looked down at the snow in the yard, which was almost up to my knees. This was the first time in the morning.
Old Yuri cursed: "This damn weather, it's been snowing for a month, and it doesn't stop!"
But this is just a casual statement. He has lived in this place for decades and has long been accustomed to the climate here.
Open the door and walk into the room, the temperature inside the room is very different from the outside.
The temperature outside is minus 20 degrees, but the temperature inside the room is as high as minus 50 degrees, and the temperature difference can reach more than [-] degrees...
Old Yuri took off his thick leather jacket, kicked off his heavy suede boots, and shouted loudly: "Old lady, I'm back."
His wife was probably busy cooking in the kitchen, and when she heard old Yuri's shout, she responded and asked him to wash his hands and prepare for dinner.
There were only the two of them in the family, and the only daughter also went to Moscow to study, and stayed there to work and live after graduation.
The climate and employment conditions here are not good, so most young people will not stay in the area, and those who have a way out have left.
Except for the older people like them, who have already settled down here, it is difficult to live in other places.
Not long after, the old couple had already sat at the dining table, and there was steaming hot food on the table.
Beetroot soup with sour cream, smoked fish, goulash with potatoes, black bread, the meal is quite hearty.
The main reason is that these things are relatively cheap in Russia. What are really expensive are all kinds of fresh vegetables and fruits.
Old Yuri sniffed the aroma of goulash with potatoes, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction. Just as he was about to start, he suddenly felt that something was missing.
He got up and went to the refrigerator next to him to take out a bottle of vodka and a small glass, and returned to the table to pour himself a glass.
In such cold weather, it is really unreasonable not to have a drink.
The old man has a strange habit of drinking vodka.
Like now, old Yuri was not in a hurry to drink or eat food.
Instead, he picked up a piece of black bread, put it next to his nose and smelled it, then let out a sharp breath, picked up the glass of vodka and drank it down in one gulp!
After finishing the drink, he breathed a sigh of satisfaction, then sniffed the black bread close to his nose, and took a big bite.
Then he took a fork and stuck a piece of smoked fish into his mouth.
This is a complete drinking process...
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There was a small TV on the low cabinet against the wall not far from the dining table. It was a [-]-inch black and white CRT TV, and it seemed to be quite old.
A local program was playing on the TV. It was an interview with some character. The old Yuri just wanted his wife to change the channel, but the TV screen flickered, and Abu's face appeared.
Old Yuri became a little interested, planning to see what Abu had to say.
It has to be said that Abu has been in Chukotka for almost a year, and his reputation in the local area is still very good, and he has won the support of the local people.
This is no wonder, because after Abu came, he often paid for the construction of various infrastructures out of his own pocket.
The road in the city center was repaired by Abu himself!
Can such a leader have a bad reputation...
To the old Yuri's surprise, there was a very young guy sitting between Abramovich and the host, who seemed to be in his early twenties.
Black hair and black eyes, probably Chukchi people.
After watching it for a while, old Yuri finally understood. It turned out that this program was mainly to introduce the young guy. The election is about to begin. This guy is going to run for the Duma Councilor.
Old Yuri curled his lips, shook his head and said to his wife: "See, there is no hope for this country! A young man in his early twenties is going to be a member of the Duma? Does he know how to govern the country? He knows that the people need it most. What is it? He knows shit!"
His wife didn't even watch TV, she was immersed in drinking her own beetroot soup, and when she heard old Yuri's words, she said without raising her head: "Let whoever wants to be a benefactor, it's the same anyway, and we have nothing to do with it." It doesn't matter much. When the election comes, just choose one at random."
(End of this chapter)
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