Reborn as a Noble's Son

Chapter 51: Doing Too Poorly_l

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“Ganokovich, what are you up to? Do you have any schemes?” Suddenly, Aselev from the main seat asked.

Next to him, Ganokovich’s father Peter looked serious. Seeing Ganokovich’s frightened look, Nie Zhenbang couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed that whether in their own country or abroad, these offspring of high-ranking officials shared the trait of being going big outside while behaving timidly at home.

Following this, Nie Zhenbang stood up and laughed, “Grandfather Aselev, I was just telling Ganokovich that I’d love to experience the nightlife of the great Soviet Union, something we don’t have in our country.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Aselev’s expression also softened. Among his many grandchildren, only Ganokovich gave him the most trouble. Therefore, Aselev was concerned that his grandson would lead his old friend’s grandson astray. However, if it was the guest’s proposal, Aselev didn’t mind at all. He looked at Ganokovich and said, “Ganokovich, I’ll leave Zhenbang in your care. You must promise to take good care of him for me. Understand? Alright. Go ahead. It looks like you’re not in the mood to eat anymore.”

With Aselev’s words, Ganokovich immediately pulled Nie Zhenbang up. Outside the villa was parked a Gaz-67. This was a classic military car of the Soviet Union after World War II. Back then, the Soviet Union had donated a batch to our country which is rare to see now.

A car as iconic as the American Willys MB Jeep. It was surprising that this young man had such a hobby. It’s known that during World War Il, due to the Lend-Lease Act, the Americans lent Willys Jeeps to the Soviet Union so abundantly that it seemed inexhaustible. All of the Soviet Union’s automotive industry was put into the manufacturing the T-34 tanks. This kind of car was so sparse in the Soviet Union that they can only be found in number in China or North Korea these days.

Nie Zhenbang was also surprised at the moment and said, “Ganokovich, you really surprised me. This is truly an extraordinary car. Awesome.”

Nie Zhenbang’s praise made Ganokovich very proud. He quickly climbed into the driver’s seat, made a gesture to get in the car and said, “Let’s go, my dear Nie. You have no idea how crazy I have been recently. Your arrival couldn’t be more timely.”

The seating space of the Gaz car is very small. The only actual seat is the front passenger seat. This car was designed for military leaders during the war. The seats in the back are basically just for show regarding comfort or other factors. Liu Kun climbed up with great effort.

Seeing Dragon and Tiger also preparing to come up, Ganokovich said, “No, no. Nie, are you planning to bring bodyguards along too? I don’t think that’s necessary. Here, in Moscow, as long as I’m here, no one can hurt you. I guarantee that the honor of the Aselev family.”

At this point, Ganokovich looked at Li Lixue a little worried, and whispered in

Nie Zhenbang’s ear, “Nie, you see, the place we are going to…”

Dragon and Tiger were a little hesitant, but Nie Zhenbang smiled and said, “Dragon, Tiger, you guys stay here. You know my abilities and I won’t get into trouble.”

At the same time, Nie Zhenbang said to Li Lixue, “Li Xue, you stay here. Liu

Kun and I will go take a look.”

The car started quickly, the harsh acceleration made the engine roar. The car shot out. After about ten minutes, the car stopped in front of a nightclub.

A very simple neon light decoration. A heavy wooden door with people going in and out from time to time. From inside came the sound of music.

The Russians are not big fans of the nightlife. Apart from a few hidden nightclubs, most Russians prefer heavy drinking, movies, ballet, and opera. As for sex and nightlife, at this time, they were just hobbies for the few.

Due to Gorbachev’s alcohol ban, the business of nightclubs during these times were not doing so well. Gorbachev had shut down the vodka factories and stores that sold alcohol. However, this deep-rooted hobby couldn’t be stopped. Homebrewed vodka was common and places that sold booze always had long lines.

Once inside the large round hall, a few fair-skinned Russian women were dancing disco on the stage. The heavy metal music filled the hall. But the sparse crowd made it seem rather desolate.

“Gano, is this where we’re supposed to hang out?” Seeing the scene, Nie Zhenbang asked deliberately.

Ganokovich, on the other hand, gave a mysterious smile and clapped his hands. A waiter walked over. Seeing Ganokovich, the waiter greeted him warmly, “Mr. Aselev, it’s been a while. Mr. Mikhail has mentioned you many times. Are these your friends?”

Hearing the name Mikhail, Gano’s eyes lit up, and he nodded, “These two are honored guests of my grandfather. They’re from North Korea, Mr. Kim Jungsung and Mr. Cui Yongxian. Please take us there.”

After passing a gate near the backstage of the nightclub and a long hallway, we arrived in a place designed to be incredibly clandestine. Based on these corridors, measures were taken to be very well concealed. If it was closed, there would be no indication of this hidden passage. Moreover, judging by its length, the secret club wasn’t in this building at all. Even if they inspected, they wouldn’t find anything.

It seems that in both domestic and foreign contexts, for every policy, there is a countermeasure. It really is this way everywhere.

Entering another large gate, the scene inside was vastly different from the quietness outside. In the spacious hall, a circular stage was set up. The music was intense, and many young men were already seated, with plenty of bottles of liquor on their tables. On the stage, three Russian beauties in bikinis were dancing provocatively.

“Zhenbang, these dancers are all descendants of White Russian nobles. They have a certain appeal. Would you like a taste? I guarantee they will give you the most pleasurable moment a man can have,” Ganokovich introduced them as if he were a pimp.

Nie Zhenbang felt a chill. He was a virgin in both this life and the previous one. Although he wasn’t a saint, he didn’t wish to lose his virginity in a place like this.

It seemed that Ganokovich had a good reputation here. People were often waving and gesturing towards him.

Stepping up from the edge of the hall and heading upstairs, we entered a large private room. The room featured the world’s most up-to-date laser disc system. The sight of these excited people singing their hearts out took Nie Zhenbang by surprise. He did not expect that karaoke, which is so popular in the Asia-Pacific region, would have such a big market in Moscow.

Upon seeing Gano bringing people in, the room instantly became silent. Five or six men stood up. The man leading them walked up to them, saying, “Gano, I’m so pleased to see you again. Did your grandfather not ground you?”

Ganokovich’s face showed a touch of embarrassment, and he quickly explained, “Zhenbang, let me introduce. This is Mikhail. His grandfather is the minister of our defense department. This one, is Alexander Shevchenko, whose grandfather is the deputy commander of the Siberian military region.”

The scholarly young man next to him wearing glasses, his grandfather is the director and the first secretary of the Party Committee of the Irkutsk Military Factory.

A chubby guy’s grandfather is the highest authority in the Siberian region. Hearing all this, Nie Zhenbang felt ecstatic. The grandsons of the military and political leaders of the Siberian region are all here. If he could get along with them, it would be a significant benefit to his future career. And also, the glasses were great. The Irkutsk Military Factory wasn’t famous among outsiders, but the weapons it produced are world-renowned.

In the history of assault rifles, the famous AK-47 is produced by this military factory. Even if this factory was not the designer Kalashnikov, as a manufacturer, it must have the core data of the AK series. This would significantly advance the development of rifles domestically.

Thinking of this, Nie Zhenbang also chuckled, “I am delighted to meet everyone. Let me introduce myself. I am from Huaxia, my name is Nie Zhenbang. Even though it’s our first meeting, I have to say, you guys are not doing well at all.”

As Liu Kun translated these words, all these people looked at Nie Zhenbang angrily, among them, Mikhail stepped forward, “Kid, what did you just say?”