Reborn as a Noble's Son

The international traffic line from Jingcheng, via Manzhouli to Moscow, spans nearly nine thousand kilometers. When Nie Zhenbang and the others arrived at Chita in the Soviet Union, a long train stood parked at the platform. The crowding throngs of commuters all bore the same characteristic: they were mostly jammed onto the train with enormous parcels in tow.

Our four protagonists stood in front of the platform. Compared to the rest, their lightly-equipped nature often prompted sideways glances from passers-by.

“Young master, the railroads in the Soviet Union all have broad gauges. As the old platoon have said, when Huaxia and the Soviet Union had closer relations, the railroad originating from Jingcheng had to switch tracks once they reach the port of Manzhouli. Young master, let’s go, the person picking us up is on carriage number five.” Among the two guards, the slightly more robust one was speaking. His name was Long, and his leaner counterpart was called Tiger.

When they walked towards carriage five, a man around thirty years old was already waiting. Upon seeing Long and Tiger, the man’s eyes brightened and he advanced to meet them, smiling as he said, “Long, I have been waiting for you for quite some time. Come, let us board together. The sleeping cabins have already been arranged.”

The group entered the carriage and, after closing the cabin door, the man cheerily said, “Su Zhenhua, my Russian name is Asimov.”

Nie Zhenbang was also sizing up this middle-aged man with a typical Russian face who spoke fluent northeastern dialect. Such fluency wasn’t foreign but innate, from his very marrow. Moreover, his habits were typically that of a

Huaxia native.

Upon seeing Nie Zhenbang’s expression, Su Zhenhua also chuckled, “You must be puzzled, brother. The truth is, many of the ‘Russians’ on this train, including myself, are actually Huaxia people. We are of Russian descent. It’s more convenient for us to move around in the Soviet Union. Here, we have full legal Soviet identities.”

Since the early eighties, with the increasing economic pressure on the Soviet Union, many Russians in Manzhouli had started trading across the border. Relying on their Russian appearances, these people were essentially the first group of international speculators in Huaxia.

Nie Zhenbang nodded and said, “Brother Su, thank you for your troubles this time. My surname is Nie, third in the family. Usually, you can simply call me ‘the third one’.”

Half an hour after the train stopped at Chita, it slowly accelerated again at the sound of a long whistle.

Nie Zhenbang and Liu Kun were both a little excited at this moment, sitting by the window and observing the night scenery outside. After a while, their excitement waned, and they went to bed.

About five hours into the journey, at dawn, the train finally slowed to a halt. Then, Su Zhenhua and his men took out numerous items from the bags underneath their beds, placing some of them on the window sills and carrying the others off the train.

At the same time, the crowd on the platform began to swarm. They haggled over a leather jacket, a down jacket, or some daily necessities. This was the life of a speculator.

Nie Zhenbang had already risen early. As the train was about to arrive at the station, he sat up in his bed due to the reduction in speed. His alertness, honed by years of martial arts practice, was no less than that of Long or Tiger’s; they were both well-trained special forces.

Following Su Zhenhua, Nie Zhenbang also got off. At that moment, a striking figure in bright red entered his line of sight.

This classic Russian face belonged to a blonde woman with finely sculpted features and fair skin. She was tall, about five feet and nine inches.

She was holding a wooden plate full of odds and ends. As she got off the train, she called out for customers in fluent Russian, peddling her wares eagerly.

Meanwhile, Su Zhenhua had already exchanged the two leather jackets in his hands for rubles. It must be said that at this time, it was not like a few years later when the currency dealers no longer accepted rubles. The most steadfast currency then was the US dollar. The Renminbi would also do. Rubles, however, were not in demand anymore.

But at this moment, the ruble was still the main currency used in transactions. He quickly counted the rubles in his hand then tucked the money into the inner pocket of his jacket. Su Zhenhua raised his head and saw Nie Zhenbang in a daze. Looking to the side, he saw a fiery figure. Su Zhenhua then walked over with a smile, “Young Master Nie, look at that girl. She is quite the celebrity on this train ride. She’s only twenty-three, but she’s already spent close to six years on the train. She’s one of the first to travel to the Soviet Union.”

“Oh? She started when she was seventeen? Alone? Is she like you, having both a Huaxia and Soviet identity?” Nie Zhenbang, now interested, continued to inquire.

The train’s stop here lasts about ten minutes, and it’s just been two minutes, so there is plenty of time left. Su Zhenhua took out a cigarette, handed it to Nie Zhenbang, and after lighting one for himself, took a drag, laughing, “Young Master Nie, as you know, our Soviet identities are all fake. They merely serve to deal with the train conductors. Once we arrive in Moscow, we all gather at Astha. After selling our goods, we immediately head back. We hardly ever stay long in the Soviet Union.”

“This girl’s name in Huaxia is Li Lixue, but we usually call her by her Russian name, Evelina. Among this line of work, she is considered my senior. Allegedly, she was introduced to this business by the famous Sixth Master from our area.

Later, in a robbery, the Sixth Master was killed. After that, I haven’t heard of Evelina partnering with anyone else. She usually works alone.” Su Zhenhua said, with a certain amount of admiration.

No one on this route, whether now or in the future, when the currency dealers will thrive, can claim they haven’t been robbed. That’s the reality in the Soviet Union. The worse it gets, the more it demonstrates the changing situation in the Soviet Union. It’s something Nie Zhenbang should be happy about.

Nie Zhenbang nodded in agreement, any person who is tirelessly self-improving deserves respect. Nie Zhenbang never considered himself as such. In his previous life, after he became disabled, his heart too was crippled. In the end, he was unwilling to face reality and chose to commit suicide to escape it. Fortunately, he got a chance to start over. Since his reincarnation, Nie Zhenbang has strived to become a person who is continuously self-improving. While there’s life, there’s fight.

“Brother Su, why do it seems not many people are buying from her?” Nie Zhenbang once again asked out of curiosity.

But at this moment, before Su Zhenhua could reply, Nie Zhenbang suddenly rushed out, Long, who was less than three meters away from Nie Zhenbang, promptly followed.

Su Zhenhua turned around and saw that only a wooden plate where Evelina had been remains. Evelina had been dragged away by two burly Russian men towards a narrow alley next to the platform.

Seeing this, Su Zhenhua violently flicked his cigarette on the ground: “Damn, robbers.”

Immediately, Su Zhenhua shouted, “Brothers, grab your weapons. Evelina has been kidnapped! ”

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