Wang Yumei felt a bit uneasy, but thinking about it, this was also a great opportunity for the young couple to deepen their affection for each other. They were newlyweds after all, so going for a stroll in the city was good too.
After the *bengbeng* vehicle drove away, Tian Juhua was still sitting on the ground crying, not even daring to open her mouth wide.
The few brothers of the Lei family had already surrounded the three members of Tong Tieshan’s family in the middle, looking like they wanted to give them another beating, while Zhang Changhe tried to mediate and break up the fight beside them.
If he didn’t stop them, serious trouble was going to happen—these three people would be beaten into meat patties.
Seeing that they were far from the village, Tong Xiaoqian nudged Lei Yihong with her foot. “That’s a wrap.”
Lei Yihong opened his eyes and sat up, giving her a glance. “You got your way?”
“This is called using magic to beat dark arts.” Tong Xiaoqian grinned happily, pulling three hundred yuan out of her pocket. “Here, pleasure working with you!”
Lei Yihong accepted it without ceremony—earned by capability, so why not accept it?
It was just that he hadn’t expected the very first bucket of gold he earned after transmigrating to this world would actually come from staged extortions!
Tong Xiaoqian asked, “Do you want to go to the hospital for a checkup?”
Lei Yihong shook his head. “No need.”
What on earth was wrong with the original body had never been figured out right up until death, even after visiting provincial capitals, Beijing, Shanghai, and other places for examinations.
Some said it was anemia, while others said it was heart failure.
Although big hospitals in this era also possessed some advanced equipment, in terms of functionality, they were still a far cry from later generations.
Perhaps it was due to limited technology that it couldn’t be detected, or perhaps the wrong medication was prescribed.
He had been transmigrated over for two days already, and felt much stronger than on the first night.
At the very least, he had some strength now.
Yesterday, standing for a short while would cause him to break into cold sweats.
Since the ailment couldn’t be detected before, it remained the same after he transmigrated.
Stuffing the money into his pocket, Lei Yihong looked at Tong Xiaoqian. “Have you studied medicine?”
Tong Xiaoqian was taken aback for a moment and shook her head. “No.”
“So you specially studied how to dislocate people’s jaws?”
Tong Xiaoqian laughed, understanding what he was asking. “When Grandma Tong was young, she worked in bone-setting. I learned a couple of tricks from her back then.”
However, her learning was a bit crooked—she wasn’t interested in how to set bones, but rather interested in how to dislocate people’s joints.
Hearing her explanation, Lei Yihong unconsciously touched his own chin; this trick was a bit ruthless.
The two didn’t speak again along the way. Upon entering Laibin City, the scenery became completely different.
Many areas of Laibin City bordered Russia. With century-old historical streets, Baroque-style Russian building complexes were everywhere, carrying a very exotic flair.
The former site of the Huadong Railway Station, the Peace Angel Memorial Hall, the Orthodox Church, the Europa Hotel…
If not for seeing black-haired, yellow-skinned Chinese walking on the streets at a glance, one would think they had arrived in a foreign land.
It was only a little past five o’clock in the morning right now, yet there were already many pedestrians on the road.
Many people hurried along carrying huge bags, and there were also Russians carrying large sacks.
Nowadays, there were trains and large freight trucks traveling to and from Russia every day.
Tour groups to Russia had also been launched, including one-day tours, four-day tours, and seven-day tours.
The two had Xiao Lin park the vehicle near the port.
Xiao Lin’s *bengbeng* vehicle could seat eight people at a time, costing two *mao* per person to the town center, and five *mao* per person to the city.
The two of them were essentially chartering the vehicle right now, paying four yuan.
Xiao Lin even looked at Lei Yihong with concern: “Do you want me to help drop you off at the hospital?”
Tong Xiaoqian shook her head. “No need, we’ll get off here to have some breakfast first, then take him to the hospital for a checkup in a little bit.”
“Alright. The latest bus returning to our village in the afternoon is at six in the evening. If you’re heading back, just wait here.”
“Okay.”
Tong Xiaoqian and Lei Yihong got off the vehicle. In order to put on a believable act, she specially helped Lei Yihong off the vehicle with concern. Once the vehicle drove far away, she let go of her hand. “Can you walk by yourself?”
“I can.” This pattern of tossing him aside right after use made Lei Yihong unable to resist taking a couple more glances at her.
Opposite the port was a small city in the Far East region of Russia, known to Chinese people as Ge City.
Right now, the former Russia had not yet dissolved, but light industrial goods were already extremely scarce.
The former Russia belonged to a nation with a partial focus, always walking with a limp—heavy industry was extremely developed, yet it neglected light industry for civilian production.
Ever since relations between the two countries broke the ice in the mid-to-late 1980s and the Laibin City Barter Trade Zone was established, this business had begun.
At first, it was study-abroad exchange students who brought news of the former Russia’s lack of goods back to China.
The very first people engaged in speculator work were also these international students.
Peddling a single batch of goods could earn enough to cover a whole year’s living expenses and tuition fees.
Later on, it was people from port cities and Beijing, as well as Fujian Province.
At this time, aside from the ports, only Beijing had opened direct trains to Russia.
As for Fujian Province, it was because there were many Fujianese people doing construction and business in Russia during the 1980s and 1990s.
With fellow countrymen helping fellow countrymen, the number of people going there naturally increased.
Even later, it was Chinese people from all across the country entering the Russian market.
The reason Tong Xiaoqian understood all this was that her major was International Economics and Trade.
The old professor who taught her had studied abroad in Russia back in the 1990s.
He had shared a lot of what he saw and heard back then.
His single greatest regret was that he had been too timid back then, not daring to peddle frantically like other international students.
At that time, the professor’s classmates had no heart for studying, with everyone thinking only about how to make money.
Some made big fortunes, some lost their lives in Russia, and some lost everything down to their underpants.
Russia in the 1990s was a very crazy era; standing on the tuyere of the era, even pigs could fly.
Of course, if one was careless, it was also possible to be rolled into the plate and served as food with wine.
Since she had transmigrated to this era and this small port city, not doing this business would be letting down this whole transmigration.
The two found a wonton diner and ordered two bowls of wonton, treated by Lei Yihong using his staged-extortion money.
The wonton diner was noisy, crude, with flies buzzing around, causing Lei Yihong extreme discomfort. Swallowing his saliva hard several times, he finally calmed down. When he saw the large bowl of wontons brought up with chipped enamel on the rim, he closed his eyes again—the bowl used by his family’s Mars was a hundred times better than this.
Opposite him, Tong Xiaoqian had already begun eating. Gathering his breath, Lei Yihong clenched his fist under the table, picked up the deformed spoon, and ate with eyes closed!
Finishing off a bowl of wontons, Tong Xiaoqian raised her head to see that more than half was left in Lei Yihong’s bowl. “Peasant uncles work very hard farming.”
Lei Yihong looked at his bowl. “I did my best.” He truly did his best, but the flies buzzing back and forth were impossible to ignore even with eyes closed.
Although he appeared calm on the surface, in reality, he was making efforts to accept many things. Just the day before, he was a successor of a massive conglomerate with luxury cars and villas, but the moment he opened his eyes, he became a poor rural kid who had nothing—even *Metamorphosis* wouldn’t dare act out a plot like this.
It wasn’t until eight o’clock in the morning, the normal business hours, that the two went together to the International Travel Agency.
The moment they stepped into the travel agency, they saw the interior packed with people, and the volume of voices could almost blow the roof off.
Everyone was here to sign up for tour groups.
Scarcely any were actual tourists; all of them were looking to run off to do business.
Tong Xiaoqian gestured toward the chair beside them with her chin. “Sit over there and wait a bit. I’ll go ask. With your frail build, if you get squeezed again, you’ll probably really have to go to the hospital.”
On this matter, Lei Yihong truly didn’t argue with her; he currently needed to be pampered.
Watching Tong Xiaoqian squeeze into the crowd, Lei Yihong sat on the chair and looked at her figure from behind. Although they had only been in contact for less than two days, this woman’s speech and behavior always gave him a very familiar feeling.
The tone of her speech, including some small gestures.