The tense kitchen debate seemed to not exist. The next day, Selov escorted Khrushchev, Migoyan, Brezhnev and others to the US Embassy to attend the banquet, and of course the wives of these Soviet cadres. The atmosphere today was so harmonious that it was beyond expectations. It seemed that there was such a meaning of developing friendship. Selov knew it was all illusion...

Is the US Embassy just? It's just a very ordinary place. After looking at the basic structure and furnishings and remembering these data in my mind, Selov didn't pay much attention to it. It's not a secret place. He ordered one to be blown up three years ago.

After picking a few desserts and trying them out, Selov gave up on the move to continue to eat. This fucking thing is hard to swallow. Why do these Western countries taste like they have never seen sugar before, and they just forked a few shrimps into the plate. Selov leaned against the window and looked at the scenery outside. Twenty meters away from the window, there was a piece of brownstone one meter square. The surface of the stone was very smooth. It turned out that it was fished out from the river and placed here as an ornamental stone. If you are tired of walking, you can sit on it and rest. But in fact, this big stone has been hollowed out, and it is equipped with the monitoring equipment of the General Administration of Technology. The entire US Embassy is under surveillance scope.

Under full power monitoring equipment for a long time, hair loss, dizziness and nausea will occur. If the body is unhealthy for many years, the risk of cancer outbreak is relatively high. However, yesterday the scientists of this instrument guaranteed Selov that there was absolutely no problem, which was the same as the chance of lung problems for workers in cement plants. No one would doubt this, and diplomats were under great pressure.

With my eyes raised, I could see a state-owned construction company about 200 meters away. From time to time, I could see people wearing dark blue work clothes coming in and out. This was just a superficial phenomenon. The construction company that was very lively was actually the headquarters of the Seventh Department of the Second General Administration. Its department was responsible for all foreigners entering the Soviet Union. It was the most extensive department in the Second General Administration. They arranged all the places where foreigners traveled to the Soviet Union.

Nixon, who frequently toasted, had already discovered that Selov, who was disharmonious with the scene. Compared with the enthusiastic Soviet leader and wife, this young secret police leader was out of place and stood by the window to watch the scenery. Nixon, who was preparing for his homework, expected the performance of this trip to the Soviet Union. The only impression that Brezhnev was Brezhnev, but what surprised him the most was the young general with the lowest status.

"General Selov seems not interested in such a banquet?" Nixon holding a wine glass looked at the mysterious secret police leader. Before he came, no one knew about him. But Selov knew, was this KGB cadre who had evaluated the most successful KGB cadre in the past decade, so powerful?

Selov slowly took his eyes back and looked at the later US president and said, "I'm thinking about what happened after Mr. Nixon left. Since you came to the Soviet Union, five painting courses and four music courses have been delayed! There are still documents accumulated in five days!"

After saying that, Selov naturally picked up a prawn that was more than ten centimeters long and stuffed it into his mouth. It was like a wild animal, chewing the head, shrimp tail and shrimp skin together, making a crisp sound! It was as wild as a Caspian tiger.

"General Selov is a bit special to eat like this!" Nixon obviously thought that Selov had never eaten the shrimp native to Canada, so he had to teach him first.

"Mr. Nixon, this is how I usually eat. Eating like this can save time!" Shelov smiled and said, "The Ministry of Maritime Transportation is forming an ocean-going fleet. Soon all kinds of seafood that live anywhere on the earth will enter the dining table of the Soviet people. Things that everyone can enjoy will not become rare items..."

Selov's attitude made the US vice president who came to the Soviet Union very uncomfortable, but Nixon could feel that Selov's attitude was not pretending, just as if he usually faced others with this attitude. He guessed that Selov had always faced strangers and enemies with this attitude!

"So the general is a person who has been learning, and is very accomplished in painting and music?" Nixon launched his own counterattack. He had already concluded in his heart that some other Soviet cadres of Selov should be slapping the swollen face and pretending to be fat. A secret policeman could learn painting and music? This was simply impossible.

"Have you learned sketching and piano? Now?" Seeing Nixon showing a pose of invitation, Selov snorted coldly in his heart but remained silent. He walked directly to the piano in the hall and sat down. He tried the piano sound and rejected the piano score of the pianist next to him. His actions made Khrushchev, Migoyan, and Brezhnev stop. Khrushchev asked what was going on.

After the audition of Selov, he started playing directly. The soothing piano sound flowed during the banquet. The prelude began to everyone's heart. Selov, who was sitting next to the piano in a lieutenant general's uniform, raised his head and his chest and looked at him. His hands were moving like flowing water, and the bright-tempo piano music came into everyone's ears. The expressionless face of Selov had a more temperament that matched the piano music.

No one has ever heard this piano piece. Although the piano is only slightly monotonous, the unique melody still makes everyone fascinated. The Soviets are known for their simple and cruel appearance and melancholy delicacy in their hearts. Khrushchev, who has never been exposed to this kind of music, was applauding. After the song, Selov walked down. Khrushchev took the lead in applauding, "Look at our young people in the Soviet Union, what a moving music..."

"As for the paintings you need, I can give you a painting before Mr. Nixon left!" Serov said without changing his face and stood behind Khrushchev, "What's the name of this piano piece?"

"What's the name of this piano piece?" Shelov opened his mouth and closed his mouth and thought for a while, "Rhapsody..."

"Call Serov Rhapsody..." Khrushchev waved his hand and calmed down happily, causing Serov's mouth to twitch. This is considered plagiarism, it is clearly called Croatian Rhapsody!
Chapter completed!