A look of astonishment appeared on Xiao Ma's face: "Will anyone buy such a shabby helmet?"
"I don't think anyone will buy it." Sokov told the other party firmly: "I saw this helmet at least five years ago. Since it is still here, it proves that no one bought it at all."
"Are you sure this helmet is the one you saw five years ago?"
"Yes, I'm very sure." Sokov tapped his head with his hand and continued: "Look at the right side of the helmet, is there a bullet hole? I don't think the stall owner can find two helmets in the same place.
A helmet with bullet holes in it."
Xiao Ma looked at the helmet carefully, nodded and said, "Yes, there is indeed a bullet hole on the right side of the helmet. It seems that it is really the one you saw five years ago."
The two left the stall selling military uniforms and continued walking forward.
It was Xiao Ma's first time to come to a place like this. Everything he saw was strange and he had to stop and look at almost every stall. But Sokov had been here countless times, so naturally he was not interested in many things.
When the two stopped in front of a stall selling medals, the stall owner sitting in the stall's eyes lit up, and then he stood up and asked in blunt Chinese: "Friends, what do you need? See if there is anything here.
What you want."
Hearing that the other party actually spoke Chinese, Xiao Ma was a little surprised and asked Sokov in a low voice: "Brother, how come they can speak Chinese?"
"It's normal. Most of the people who visit the flea market are Chinese, and they are the main force of consumption." Sokov explained to Xiao Ma: "Think about it, if you are in a foreign country and hear a language you are familiar with.
, will there be a sense of intimacy?"
"Yes, it is indeed the case."
"As long as they make you feel friendly, you will be more likely to consume. Maybe they will be able to sell you the goods on their stall at a high price."
"Really?" Xiao Ma said in disbelief: "Are the prices of the things they sell really expensive?"
"Let me give you an example." Sokov said lightly: "This flea market is usually open on Wednesday and Sunday. But the people who come to the market on Wednesday are all manufacturers from nearby small cities, who come here to sell their products.
Matryoshka dolls. Because they are wholesale and retail, the sales price is only one-third of what they were on Sunday.”
"What, one-third?" Xiao Ma was shocked again: "Is the price difference so far apart?"
When the two were chattering, the stall owner couldn't hear what the two were talking about, so he could only be anxious, but he didn't dare to rush him, for fear that the two gods of wealth would walk away.
After finally waiting for the two of them to come to an end, he cautiously asked: "What do you want to buy?"
Xiao Ma asked Sokov with some concern: "Brother, can the stall owner understand what we just said?"
"Don't worry, they don't understand what we are saying except for a few Chinese sentences to attract customers."
Xiao Ma nodded, picked up a red flag medal on the stall, and asked carefully: "How much does this cost?"
When the stall owner saw that Xiao Ma picked up the Red Flag Medal, his face showed joy, and he gestured and said: "This, 300."
Although Xiao Ma has not been in Moscow for a long time and his Russian is not good, he can still understand the price quoted by the other party: "300 rubles?"
"No, no, no," the stall owner said, waving his hands, "not 300 rubles, but 300 US dollars."
Sokov stared at the medal and easily recognized that it was not the real thing, but an old imitation. According to the exchange rate of 1:60 USD to ruble at the moment, this small medal would cost 18,000 rubles. Don't
It's said to be an imitation, but even if it's genuine, it won't fetch that much money.
"Brother," Xiao Ma held the medal in his hand and looked at it over and over again. When he had finished reading it, he raised his head and asked Sokov: "What do you think of the price?"
Sokov did not answer his question immediately, but turned to the stall owner and asked: "Where is the certificate of award for this medal?"
As a traveler who had been to the Great Patriotic War, Sokov himself had received several Orders of the Red Banner. Naturally, he knew that in addition to having a number on the back of each medal, there was also a certificate of honor, which indicated this medal.
To whom is the medal awarded?
Hearing Sokov's question, the stall owner's face was full of embarrassment: "I accidentally lost the certificate of honor."
"I'm sorry, we can't ask for it without the certificate of honor." Sokov took the medal from Xiaoma's hand, gently put it back on the stall, and nodded to the stall owner: "I'm sorry to cause you any trouble.
Already."
"Wait a minute, friend." The stall owner saw that the business that finally came to his door was so bad, and he quickly said: "You guys wait a moment, I will look for it to see if I can find it." After that, he got out from under the table of the stall.
He took out a woven bag, opened it and started rummaging through it.
Xiao Ma couldn't understand the conversation between Sokov and the stall owner. Seeing him rummaging for something, he curiously asked: "Brother, what is he looking for?"
"The Order of the Red Banner is an unprecedented military award established in 1918. It is awarded to Soviet citizens who directly participated in the battle and fought bravely and bravely." While the stall owner was looking for something, Sokov gave Xiao Ma some common sense about the Order of the Red Banner.
: "The medal is composed of two layers: white enamel as the background color, a hammer and sickle made of gold, and two golden wheat flower spikes surrounding the red star. The outer background has the pattern 'Black Hammer' and '
The cross of a black sickle, a torch and a red flag, with the inscription: 'Proletarians of the world, unite' is engraved on the flag, surrounded by two larger golden wheat spikes, and the abbreviation of the Soviet Union is written at the bottom of the badge: CCCP."
After listening to Sokov's popular science, Xiao Ma's face was full of admiration: "Brother, you know so much."
After a pause, he asked again: "Do you think the price of 300 US dollars is expensive?"
"A total of more than 580,000 Orders of the Red Banner have been awarded, but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like one of those hundreds of thousands." Sokov said bluntly: "You will spend hundreds of dollars to buy a replica.
Want to go back?"
"Ah, it turns out it's a fake." Xiao Ma now understood that if Sokov hadn't reminded him, he might have spent a huge sum of money to buy this worthless imitation. He quickly held Sokov's hand:
"Brother, let's go."
Sokov nodded and was about to leave, but the stall owner took out an old photo album from his woven bag, which caught his attention.
He picked up the photo album and flipped through it slowly, finding that it was full of yellowed black and white photos. The first was a family photo, a young woman who looked chubby, a second lieutenant of about the same age, and two men and one woman.
Three children. Scroll further down, and there are either three children or a picture of an officer.
The young officer is a second lieutenant at the beginning, but the further he turns to the back, the higher his rank becomes. When the rank on the collar badge is replaced by the rank on the shoulder straps, he is already a captain.
When the photo album was almost finished, Sokov actually saw a photo that shocked him: it was a group photo of five or six people. At this time, the officer's epaulettes were wearing the rank of major. The person standing in the middle of the photo
The person was himself, and the person standing to his left was actually Military Commissar Runev.
Seeing this kind of photo, the muscles on Sokov's face couldn't help but twitch violently. He never dreamed that he could actually see his own photo in an old photo album.
"Boss." In order to find out what was going on, Sokov felt it was necessary to take the photos back and study them carefully. He raised the photo album in his hand and asked the boss: "How do you sell this photo album of yours?"
It was Xiao Ma's first time to come to a place like this. Everything he saw was strange and he had to stop and look at almost every stall. But Sokov had been here countless times, so naturally he was not interested in many things.
When the two stopped in front of a stall selling medals, the stall owner sitting in the stall's eyes lit up, and then he stood up and asked in blunt Chinese: "Friends, what do you need? See if there is anything here.
What you want."
Hearing that the other party actually spoke Chinese, Xiao Ma was a little surprised and asked Sokov in a low voice: "Brother, how come they can speak Chinese?"
"It's normal. Most of the people who visit the flea market are Chinese, and they are the main force of consumption." Sokov explained to Xiao Ma: "Think about it, if you are in a foreign country and hear a language you are familiar with.
, will there be a sense of intimacy?"
"Yes, it is indeed the case."
"As long as they make you feel friendly, you will be more likely to consume. Maybe they will be able to sell you the goods on their stall at a high price."
"Really?" Xiao Ma said in disbelief: "Are the prices of the things they sell really expensive?"
"Let me give you an example." Sokov said lightly: "This flea market is usually open on Wednesday and Sunday. But the people who come to the market on Wednesday are all manufacturers from nearby small cities, who come here to sell their products.
Matryoshka dolls. Because they are wholesale and retail, the sales price is only one-third of what they were on Sunday.”
"What, one-third?" Xiao Ma was shocked again: "Is the price difference so far apart?"
When the two were chattering, the stall owner couldn't hear what the two were talking about, so he could only be anxious, but he didn't dare to rush him, for fear that the two gods of wealth would walk away.
After finally waiting for the two of them to come to an end, he cautiously asked: "What do you want to buy?"
Xiao Ma asked Sokov with some concern: "Brother, can the stall owner understand what we just said?"
"Don't worry, they don't understand what we are saying except for a few Chinese sentences to attract customers."
Xiao Ma nodded, picked up a red flag medal on the stall, and asked carefully: "How much does this cost?"
When the stall owner saw that Xiao Ma picked up the Red Flag Medal, his face showed joy, and he gestured and said: "This, 300."
Although Xiao Ma has not been in Moscow for a long time and his Russian is not good, he can still understand the price quoted by the other party: "300 rubles?"
"No, no, no," the stall owner said, waving his hands, "not 300 rubles, but 300 US dollars."
Sokov stared at the medal and easily recognized that it was not the real thing, but an old imitation. According to the exchange rate of 1:60 USD to ruble at the moment, this small medal would cost 18,000 rubles. Don't
It's said to be an imitation, but even if it's genuine, it won't fetch that much money.
"Brother," Xiao Ma held the medal in his hand and looked at it over and over again. When he had finished reading it, he raised his head and asked Sokov: "What do you think of the price?"
Sokov did not answer his question immediately, but turned to the stall owner and asked: "Where is the certificate of award for this medal?"
As a traveler who had been to the Great Patriotic War, Sokov himself had received several Orders of the Red Banner. Naturally, he knew that in addition to having a number on the back of each medal, there was also a certificate of honor, which indicated this medal.
To whom is the medal awarded?
Hearing Sokov's question, the stall owner's face was full of embarrassment: "I accidentally lost the certificate of honor."
"I'm sorry, we can't ask for it without the certificate of honor." Sokov took the medal from Xiaoma's hand, gently put it back on the stall, and nodded to the stall owner: "I'm sorry to cause you any trouble.
Already."
"Wait a minute, friend." The stall owner saw that the business that finally came to his door was so bad, and he quickly said: "You guys wait a moment, I will look for it to see if I can find it." After that, he got out from under the table of the stall.
He took out a woven bag, opened it and started rummaging through it.
Xiao Ma couldn't understand the conversation between Sokov and the stall owner. Seeing him rummaging for something, he curiously asked: "Brother, what is he looking for?"
"The Order of the Red Banner is an unprecedented military award established in 1918. It is awarded to Soviet citizens who directly participated in the battle and fought bravely and bravely." While the stall owner was looking for something, Sokov gave Xiao Ma some common sense about the Order of the Red Banner.
: "The medal is composed of two layers: white enamel as the background color, a hammer and sickle made of gold, and two golden wheat flower spikes surrounding the red star. The outer background has the pattern 'Black Hammer' and '
The cross of a black sickle, a torch and a red flag, with the inscription: 'Proletarians of the world, unite' is engraved on the flag, surrounded by two larger golden wheat spikes, and the abbreviation of the Soviet Union is written at the bottom of the badge: CCCP."
After a pause, he asked again: "Do you think the price of 300 US dollars is expensive?"
"A total of more than 580,000 Orders of the Red Banner have been awarded, but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like one of those hundreds of thousands." Sokov said bluntly: "You will spend hundreds of dollars to buy a replica.
Want to go back?"
"Ah, it turns out it's a fake." Xiao Ma now understood that if Sokov hadn't reminded him, he might have spent a huge sum of money to buy this worthless imitation. He quickly held Sokov's hand:
"Brother, let's go."
Sokov nodded and was about to leave, but the stall owner took out an old photo album from his woven bag, which caught his attention.
He picked up the photo album and flipped through it slowly, finding that it was full of yellowed black and white photos. The first was a family photo, a young woman who looked chubby, a second lieutenant of about the same age, and two men and one woman.
Three children. Scroll further down, and there are either three children or a picture of an officer.
The young officer is a second lieutenant at the beginning, but the further he turns to the back, the higher his rank becomes. When the rank on the collar badge is replaced by the rank on the shoulder straps, he is already a captain.
When the photo album was almost finished, Sokov actually saw a photo that shocked him: it was a group photo of five or six people. At this time, the officer's epaulettes were wearing the rank of major. The person standing in the middle of the photo
The person was himself, and the person standing to his left was actually Military Commissar Runev.
Seeing this kind of photo, the muscles on Sokov's face couldn't help but twitch violently. He never dreamed that he could actually see his own photo in an old photo album.