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"Please fasten your seat belts. We'll be landing shortly."

After more than two months, Li Ye and Wen Leyu finally returned to the capital.

After getting off the plane, they spotted several people waiting at the exit to pick them up.

His older sister, Li Yue, had filled out considerably, and her complexion looked excellent.

And one of them was unexpectedly Jin Peng, whom they had not seen in a long time.

After more than half a year apart, Li Ye felt that this former crew-cut young man had gained a few more traces of worldly wear and become more reserved.

That made sense. Five years ago, Jin Peng had still been running wild in the streets with a bunch of brothers. Five years later, he had become a big boss who had gone far from home to engage in overseas trade.

When he saw Li Ye, the slightly darker Jin Peng flashed his white teeth and gave Li Ye a tight hug.

"Hey, hey, easy there, Brother Peng. Have you gotten used to Soviet Russian people's straightforward temperament after spending all these years there?"

"Straightforward my ass!"

Jin Peng laughed and cursed, "Don't listen to their nonsense. There are treacherous people everywhere. There are indeed honest folks in Soviet Russia, but there are also plenty of people who love deceiving and swindling others. When I first got there, I suffered quite a few losses."

Li Ye smiled. "Losses don't matter. You can earn them back twofold later. As long as you stay safe."

"Of course."

Jin Peng said proudly, "They cheated me one moment, and I earned it back the next. What's more, I had to make them think I was a fool with more money than sense. Who do you think I am? I've memorized the Thirty-Six Stratagems