Before Li He boarded the plane, he had already noticed the plane in front of him.
China's civil aviation had upgraded to Boeing 767. Although they were all Boeing 767, the requirements of each airline in China were different. For example, some had six doors, some had four, and some had two.
When he entered the plane, he deliberately looked at the door. The door's strength was very low. It was like a plywood board, and an axe could destroy it.
Since the 911 in the US, the world had increased the thickness of the door to at least be able to withstand submachine guns.
"This plane is very spacious. When I sat in the Ilyushin IL-86, my legs couldn't even stand straight. That was really uncomfortable." After everyone sat down according to the boarding pass, some of the older comrades expressed their satisfaction with this trip.
Listening to their tone, it was not the first time they went to the Soviet Union.
"That's nothing. We used to take the train. That was more painful. It took six days and nights to get to Moscow. The wheels bumped against the tracks, the wind carried snowflakes, and the snowflakes hit the windows. That was really unbearable. "This person's tone sounded even more senior.
"It's just a minesweeper." A cold snort came out of nowhere. It was probably because they didn't like each other.
"Hey, Yuan Ming, are you purposely making things difficult for me? Without me clearing the mines in the coastal waters, your boats will be eaten by turtles!" The old man called minesweeper was very angry.
"Unity, unity, comrades. As we all know, our old comrade Zhang Wenyu risked his life to clear the mines left by the US Imperialists in the coastal waters of China. This is really …" The person who came out to smooth things over could not think of the right words. "It is really a great contribution."
"I am fighting for unity." The old man called Yuan Ming laughed. He seemed to be very happy that Zhang Wenyu was angry.
"Comrades, this is the thawing period of Lake Baikal. If the weather is good, we can all see it clearly. Think about it, the clear water of the lake, the beautiful birch forest, the vast Gobi Desert, one word, beautiful, two words, beautiful. "The comrade who tried to smooth things over continued to work tirelessly to ease the atmosphere in the plane.
He didn't know Li Du and the man sitting next to him, so they didn't talk to each other. He sat in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.
The plane took off, bringing the ground temperature of 20 degrees Celsius above the clouds.
When the plane passed the border between China and Mongolia, Li He had already slept. Looking out of the window, he saw the endless Gobi Desert, monotonous and lonely.
Very soon, they entered the Soviet Union's territory. Whenever they saw green, they would feel refreshed. Large patches of green were like the sketches of a master. It was casual and clear. Inadvertently, it was as if life was extending.
The plane flew over Lake Baikal, and everyone immediately rushed to look down from the window of the plane.
"This place accounts for 20% of the world's fresh water."
"This is the place where Su Wu herds sheep."
He seemed to be sighing.
Baikal, a lake in the Far East, was known as the Tear of God. It was desolate yet beautiful.
In ancient China, it was called the North Sea. The low trough pressure system was deep and moved slowly. It often carried a large amount of cold air. Therefore, it was one of the important weather systems that guided cold air to affect the eastern part of China.
Eight hours later, when they landed at Shereminchievo Airport II, many people sighed as soon as they got off the plane.
For Chinese of their age, Moscow was a clear word that was closely linked to China in songs.
Later, it became distant and unfamiliar. It was not an easy thing to come to a distant and unfamiliar place.
From a personal point of view, the Soviets were their best teachers. They selflessly imparted knowledge and experience to China's cadres, technicians, and workers. They learned and implemented the Soviet Union's regulations and technologies, which greatly improved and strengthened China's industry.
From aerospace, machinery, oil fields, to medical and agriculture, basically all aspects were influenced by the Soviet Union.
But in terms of national interests, the Chinese could not accept the Soviets' wanton kidnapping and extortion. They refused to budge on territorial disputes and the Northeast Railway. Everything can be discussed, but how can sovereignty be discussed?
After getting off the plane, they waited in the lounge for a while, and a group of 40 to 50 people boarded the plane to the Czech Republic. The transfer fare was twice the fare from Moscow to Prague, and many people were naturally angry. But sometimes, the price of an international ticket was unreasonable.
When they arrived at Prague Airport, it was already late at night. Not to mention some of the older comrades, even Li He was a little overwhelmed.
The embassy's car was already waiting at the airport entrance, and Qi Gongxun asked Li He to get on the car. Li He said, "Let the old comrades get on the first car. It'll be fine."
Qi Gongxun said softly, "We will separate from the delegation here. They have their own places to visit. Let's go."
Li He got on the car. There were only about 15 to 16 people in the car, and most of them were old comrades.
He sat next to Hu Yuanchao and Professor Wu and smiled. "How do you feel?"
Professor Wu said, "I'm old, and I'm definitely not as good as you guys."
"I came to the Czech Republic five to six years ago. I was part of the hydropower technical delegation organized by the Ministry of Power Industry. I stayed here for a month and a few days. My goodness, you guys have no idea how beautiful the winter here is." Minesweeper Zhang Wenyu interrupted.
Before the Czech Republic and Slovakia split, when people talked about the Czech Republic, they usually referred to Czechoslovakia.
Professor Wu smiled and asked, "You are in good health."
"Not bad, not bad. Much better than you," Zhang Wenyu replied with a smile.
The two old men chatted, and Li He couldn't get into the conversation. He pulled Hu Yuanchao aside to chat.
Hu Yuanchao asked, "Do you think we will have a chance to meet Milan Kundera?"
"No chance." Li He couldn't help but roll his eyes. He didn't expect such a smart person to ask such a stupid question. "I think he moved to France."
"What about Čapek?"
"I don't know him," Li He replied honestly. "I only know Mach."
Hu Yuanchao slapped his head. "Right, I forgot about Mach. He was born in Czechoslovakia. Why don't you know Čapek? He was the most famous writer in Czechoslovakia. "
The speed of an aircraft was often expressed in Mach number. Mach was an Austrian physicist. In order to commemorate his contribution to the research of supersonic projectiles, the ratio of the speed v of an aircraft to the speed of sound a was called Mach number.
"There are also Doppler, Tycho, Kepler, and Prelog. Although they are not Czechs, they have all taught at Czech universities. There is one more person that you won't expect. "
"Charles University in Prague?" Hu Yuanchao asked, puzzled. "Who?"
"It's called Charles University. Einstein. He also taught in Prague. "
Hu Yuanchao thought for a long time and said, "I remember the university he taught at was called Germanic University."
As someone who admired Einstein, Einstein's biography was definitely worth reading.
Li He explained, "After World War II, Germanic University and Czech University merged, and it was called Charles University. A university with bilingual teaching in German and Czech is also unprecedented."
Charles University was founded in 1348 and was located in Prague. It was the oldest institution of higher learning in Central Europe and also one of the oldest universities in Central Europe.
"Wow, you even know this." Zhang Wenyu, who was next to him, heard Li He's words and interrupted, "Charles University is very amazing. If you don't have a tight schedule this time, you can all visit it."
"Thank you, Captain Zhang." Hu Yuanchao thanked Zhang Wenyu happily.
Captain Zhang?
Li He didn't understand.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, the bus stopped. They had arrived at their destination. This was the embassy's guest house.
Li He got off the bus. He followed some people and stood at the entrance of the guest house for a while, smoking a cigarette behind them.
He quietly pulled Hu Yuanchao and asked, "Did you just call him Captain Zhang?"
"Yeah, don't you know? He's the captain of the group this time, "Hu Yuanchao said with a smile.
"What?" Li He was dumbfounded. He couldn't understand the logic of a team leader being bullied on a plane.
Hu Yuanchao said, "Only the two of us and Huaqing's teacher have the lowest qualifications here. I've been with a group before, so I know what's going on here. Anyway, don't talk nonsense. Also, leading a group is hard work, and you have to take responsibility, understand? "
"Understood." Li He really understood. Hu Yuanchao's meaning was very clear. None of the old comrades in this group were simple, and Zhang Wenyu was probably the lowest rank.
The lower rank naturally had to serve the leader.
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