Li Ye and Sun Xianjin were arranged by Liang Furu to return to Moscow that very afternoon to hand over supplies to the metallurgical plant workers. The trip here had taken four hours in a sedan, but following a line of big trucks, they made it back in three.
By the time they reached the supplies warehouse, night had already fallen.
Sun Xianjin climbed out of the vehicle with one hand bracing his waist, grimacing as he complained, "What kind of people are these Russian drivers? My ass is practically shattered from all that bouncing, and they don't feel a thing?"
Li Ye rolled his neck and said helplessly, "You've been in Soviet Russia for years and still don't know. How would I know?"
Still, Li Ye truly admired them. No wonder Kamaz so often won the truck division of the Dakar Rally in later years!
Every one of these people drove like a beast. If your truck wasn't built tough enough, it simply couldn't withstand the torment of these Russian drivers.
And after three hours of jostling, all they did was eat a meal and tuck two bottles of liquor into their pockets, then they could load the trucks while drinking as if they never got tired.
Didn't people say they were lazy? They didn't look like it.
After running around and looking everything over, Sun Xianjin returned to Li Ye and said, "Brother, do you think they'll run into trouble on the way back when they're half-drunk like this? How about we arrange for them to stay the night and leave tomorrow?"
Li Ye knew what Sun Xianjin meant. On the way back, these metallurgical plant workers had already gotten into an argument with the inspectors at a checkpoint because they were too arrogant.
They had acted like