The entire East Berlin became a huge construction site. With the help of many translators, the place was regarded as its home and devoted its strength wholeheartedly. More than ten years after the end of World War II, the residents of East Berlin rarely felt the support of many brotherly countries. Although the Germans were known for their indifference, they temporarily joined the labor army at this time.

Build a tall building with a tower crane! Mix cement with a shovel! "Shelov, have the cement mixed? After it is done, it will be brought up two barrels!" A sound of rough ore came down from the building, and then a head was poked out from the window. A bricklayer with eyes was afraid that others would not hear it and shouted again.

"Okay!" Shelov wiped his sweat and left a mark on his face, responding at the top of his throat. He quickly filled the two buckets, lifted the bucket with both hands and walked into the corridor.

The whole process was not far away from a car and the few people outside the car were all in sight. The few people in suits looked at each other, and they couldn't believe that they were seeing the real picture. They all had a ridiculous feeling in their hearts.

"Is that person Mr. Selov?" The person who came was full of uncertain tone. If his eyes did not deceive him, he was wearing blue work clothes, rolled up his legs, and sporting a pair of rubber shoes made from domestically made, and covered in cement grey, would he be the Soviet lieutenant general who was in the West Berlin Municipal Government more than half a month ago?

"You have to see a doctor if you have a poor memory! I met more than half a month ago. Did the British gentleman forget the opponent he faced so quickly?" Iseymotney and Selov stayed together for a long time, and were also infected with the problem of mockery. They held Selov's lieutenant general's uniform in their arms, and the epaulettes on them were still shining.

When he was talking, Selov, not far away, had already come out of the corridor, but immediately filled two buckets of cement and disappeared from everyone's sight. "Okay!" The British representative who saw clearly this time asked Iseymotney, "I want to talk to Mr. Selov..."

"He has no time!" Iseymotney's little wrist shook, and an exquisite lady's watch appeared. She glanced at the time and said softly, "There is still half an hour to rest and eat for lunch, you are waiting!"

"Mr. Selov has been here for a few days!" asked a young man next to him. This kind of scene was seen by the British who came here. These British people naturally thought it was a show and deliberately performed it for them.

"It's been three days. Since I knew you were going to restart the negotiations again, the director has decided to find something for me!" Isey Motney said angrily. The reason why her director came over to work as a small worker had nothing to do with the show. It was just finding a job to avoid wasting time with this group of people.

The contempt in Issemotney's mouth was obvious. She was quite dissatisfied with these British people. She always spent a long time taking a bath after get off work every day. Even so, Issemotney could still feel the sand left on the bed when she was sleeping, which made her and Lucani feel very uncomfortable. Naturally, the woman would not be dissatisfied with Serov, and she would appear and move to this group of people.

This unintentional disaster made the British feel puzzled. Why did this beauty get angry at them? It was simply too unreasonable.

While waiting, a man dressed like Selov blew a whistle in his mouth, and the construction workers around him walked out of the surrounding buildings. "Justice just now said that the future house should be buried with wires in the wall, so that the interior can be maintained, and it sounds quite good!"

"If there is a problem with the circuit, it will be difficult to repair!" another construction worker asked.

"As long as the wire quality of our factory meets the standards, how can there be problems? Furthermore, can we keep a pipeline and manage all the lines of each household together? This will save time!" Everyone here is a construction worker, and when it comes to their profession, there are endless topics to talk about. Construction workers who come out to have dinner gathered together in groups of three or three. At most, everyone looked at these people and did whatever they should do! Among them, there was a Soviet lieutenant general, who knew that the first day he came here, and that, besides thinking that the inspection work caused a sensation, the focus was no longer on Selov in the past two days. At most, after returning to China, there was a bragging topic.

Serov, dressed in a proletarian dress, was also among the group. After coming over, he snapped his fingers. Iseymotney immediately took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened them and lit them in Serov's mouth, "Is there anything wrong?" Serov took a sip of cigarettes and sat directly on the ground, leaning against a pile of bricks, which looked as much as silk as he was. At this time, his image was completely incomparable to the mighty Caspian tiger at the time.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Selov was still in the labor camp. He was so young that he was already in the rank of lieutenant general. Maybe you were the only one in the Soviet Union! You should be the iconic cadre of the Soviet Union!" The British representative was just surprised, and then there was a steady stream of compliments. Unfortunately, Selov took off the hat on his head and patted it, and a burst of dust directly made the British shut up.

"I dare not call myself young, nor is it the fastest promoted cadre!" Sherov, who slapped his hat twice and stirred up a dust, put the hat on his head again, "There are quite a few young people in the Soviet Union with a level of cadres! You also know that too many Soviet men died in World War II! The cadres in the Soviet Union who meet your evaluation are the first secretary of the Lenin Communist Youth League, Comrade Vladimir Yefimovich Sermichasne. There are many people who meet your standards, such as Yakov Mikhainovich Sverdlov, and Ravrendy Pavlovich Beria! Compared with these people, I am not qualified at all..."

Sverdlov was the chairman of the Central Executive Committee of the Soviet Union and the nominal supreme head. He died at the age of 34. As for Beria, he was the leader of the Southern Caucasus Republic at the age of 32.

"If you have something to say, I will move bricks in the afternoon!" Selov took the food brought by Lukani and said vaguely while eating. He looked like a beggar who hadn't eaten for a few days. When he saw the clothes he was wearing, it looked even more like! Lukani next to him was holding a pot of water waiting for Selov to drink, and it looked like a kind lady was helping the beggar. This was not acting. Selov always looked like this when he was eating. In his own words, he wanted to eat voraciously.

Although very strange, the British representative also suppressed the strangeness in his heart, "Mr. Serov, the current project in East Berlin has caused the entire city of Berlin to paralyze the lives of the people of West Berlin, and has also affected the lives of the people of West Berlin!"
Chapter completed!