The Asian extended a hand of friendship to Fu Ping'an and introduced himself: "I'm very happy to know you. My name is Tibiliu, and I'm from Xingmatai." His Russian is very authentic, and his tongue is slick and pronounced smoothly.

"Fu Ping'an, Chinese." Fu Ping'an shook hands with him, and Baidued the country of Xingmatai in his heart. He had no impression. It was probably a small country with a big booze.

After the exam, the invigilator came in and collected the test papers. The students took out their cell phones lazily and slowly told their adjutant, bodyguard and assistant to come to pick them up, and Fu Ping'an went back to the dormitory to rest. He followed the invigilator and heard the conversation between the teachers.

“Does these test papers need to be reviewed?”

"No, just seal it up. Do you expect to see the correct answer?"

Fu Ping'an smiled bitterly. He underestimated the school's indulgence to these young princes. Even if he handed in a blank paper, he would still be excellent. Not long after he returned to the dormitory, he saw Tibi liu in. It turned out that he was his roommate.

The two chatted for a while, and Tibiliu was not as arrogant as being superior. On the contrary, she was approachable and interested in China. He said that he had the opportunity to visit China and appreciate the achievements of China's construction.

During lunch, Tibiliu and Fu Ping'an went to the cafeteria to have dinner together. Fu Longzhi's cafeteria is much more advanced than Liangzan. There are yogurt and fruits for lunch. Fu Ping'an noticed that Tibiliu actually licked the lid when eating yogurt. It seems that Xingmatai is a country with a very hard and simple tradition.

After the meal, Tibiliu was about to go back to the hotel. He said that he had never lived in school since he came to Moscow, but had a suite in a five-star hotel. Thinking of his delay that day, this kid must have lived a life of debauchery.

The end of the exam means graduation. Fu Ping'an also went back to the dormitory to change his clothes and prepared to go out for a walk. At the bus stop near the school gate, he saw Tibiliu boarding a bus from a distance.

...

The next day, when the graduation ceremony of the international class was underway, the college parking lot was full of high-end cars and supercars. On the last day, the students had to take a photo in their own military uniforms. Fu Ping'an changed into the PLA Army Sergeant's uniform in the dormitory, and admired his heroic posture in front of the mirror. The door opened. Tibiliu brought two servants in. Before Fu Ping'an greeted him, the servant politely and resolutely invited him out: "Sorry, sir, please avoid it for a moment? Thank you very much for your cooperation."

Tibiliu didn't even look at Fu Ping'an. She had a poker face and let the servant take off his clothes. She took out a set of British red thin tweed military dress from the closet, paired with purple silk ribbons and gold silk decorations. There was a row of bright medals on her chest, and there seemed to be an exquisite commanding knife.

Fu Ping'an was driven out and waited in the corridor for a while. Tibi was flowing out, his sword was clanging, his medal was dazzling, and there were two four-pointed stars on the golden eaves. He looked like a lieutenant with a British military rank. He passed by Fu Ping'an without squinting, as if he didn't know the other party.

In the place where countless generals and marshals once stood, the students from the international strategic training class were lined up in three rows. They were dressed in different clothes, with wide robes and large sleeves, military swords, and different military ranks. The eagle emblem and crossed scimitars were on the ellipse. It was probably not lower than the lieutenant general, and the medals were even more diverse and bizarre. Only Fu Ping'an was wearing the PLA Army's regular uniform, with only a national defense service seal and a paratrooper issued by Liangzan Military Academy on his chest. He also had the lowest rank in the whole venue, just a sergeant.

After the group photo, the graduation certificate is issued, which was held in the open air against the backdrop of the guard of honor. The principal sent the certificate to every student and shook hands and took a photo. This sheep-like study will become an important qualification for these princes and young marshals to inherit people's future political experience. Military intelligence experts will seriously study such a brilliant mark on the resumes of these subjects who were studied at Fulongzhi Military Academy, such as their dead senior, Gaddafi's second son, Hamis Gaddafi.

Fu Ping'an noticed that his classmates were not at all friendly, and basically could not see the style of any soldier. He was like a group of nobles in military uniforms. They were reserved, proud, had a big temper and looked down on each other. When they got the certificate, they almost immediately got into luxury cars such as Rolls-Royce Bentley Maybach, leaving without any nostalgia.

Tibiliu was on the phone, and he was whispering in English with a vertu phone with a diamond-intacted diamond-intacted diamond-intacted gold watch on his wrist, and while making a phone call, he walked towards his Maybach sedan. The servant followed him trotted, took off his sword, took off his white gloves, stood beside the car and took off his top and changed into a suit jacket. The whole process was uninterrupted, and then got in the car and left.

The crowd dispersed, and Fu Ping'an returned to the dormitory alone. After completing his studies, he could not continue to stay in Russia. It was a bit sad to leave here, but he had to leave. He studied in the military academy for a semester and learned a lot of knowledge that he could not use at all. Moreover, his credits were not universal. He had to take many requisite exams when he returned to Jiangda.

The setting sun shone into the window, and the sadness of separation surged in my heart. Fu Ping'an was about to say goodbye to Hu Dapeng and others, and then came back to pack his luggage after having a meal. Suddenly, the door of the dormitory opened, and Tibi Liu walked in.

"Hi, brother, I'll treat you to a meal." Tibiliu said enthusiastically, "You must agree and give me a chance to thank you. This is also a good opportunity to strengthen the relationship between our peoples."

This kid changed his face as quickly as he was reading, but Fu Ping'an still agreed.

Maybach did not come, and the servant disappeared. The two of them took a taxi to the restaurant. This is a relatively high-end Western restaurant in Moscow. Tibiliu seems to be a regular visitor here. The restaurant manager personally entertained him, called him yours, and recommended the new caviar.

"Caviar needs to be served with vodka." Tibiliu was a gourmet style and ordered black truffle, foie gras and Kobe steak, a bottle of vodka, and a bottle of best French red wine. The two of them ate and chatted. Although the communication was not very smooth due to language, Fu Ping'an could feel that the other party was trying to make his own life.

"Chinese people are rich, very, very rich. If your family can send you here to study, they must be very powerful. We can be friends. Our country has projects, good projects, large projects, as big as a billion dollars." Tibiliu expressed his intention to cooperate seriously. He is a smart person. There are no mortals in this class. Even students from socialist China must have a deep background.

"I earn 100 million US dollars a year, and I promise you the honor of an officer." Tibiliu opened her mouth and made Fu Ping'an even more confused. After the meal was finished and the matter was not yet agreed, Tibiliu asked for another bottle of champagne and then drank it. He introduced the customs and culture of his country and enriched the products.

The meal was closed until the restaurant closed. The manager smiled and asked what else he needed. Prince Tibiliu was a little impatient, but he still maintained the noble demeanor. He took out a bank card and continued to chat and laugh. The manager took the card to swipe. When he came back in a moment, his smile was still professional. He said, "Your Excellency, please change a card."

"You are waiting for me here, I'll go find someone to get money." Tibiliu said to Fu Ping'an, his eyes a little ethereal.

"I'll do it." Fu Ping'an asked the manager, "How much does it cost?"

The manager said a number, and Fu Ping'an almost spurted out his old blood, but he had already said the big words and could only grit his teeth and pay the bill.

"Thank you, I should have invited you." Tibiliu said, "Let's change the place and find a bar to continue drinking."

Fu Ping'an immediately refused: "I have no money, I really want to drink it. I buy two bottles of vodka. When I go back to the dormitory, I will accompany you to drink it."

"Your suggestion is interesting, you can try it," said Tibiliu.

Fu Ping'an went to the supermarket to buy two bottles of vodka, a can of sour cucumber, and a pack of red sausage. He went back to the dormitory and put them in. Tibiliu picked up the bottle and poured two glasses, picked up the wine glass and said cheers.

"Answer my question first." Fu Ping'an did not pick up the cup, stared at Tibiliu's eyes and said, "What's going on with you? To be honest, maybe I can help you."

Tibiliu suddenly became gloomy and covered her face with her hands. After a long time, she said: "My father had an accident. He was overturned and my bank account was frozen. Now I can't go back to my motherland and can only go out to exile. I need help. If you can lend me five hundred dollars to unfreeze the account, I can get one billion dollars in funds and help my father restore the country. At that time, I would like to thank you for ten million dollars and also appoint you as the commander of the Xingmatai Army."

This line sounds familiar, but it doesn't look real.

"Is your phone on it?" Fu Ping'an asked him.

Tibiliu found a blueberry phone, and her wrist was also bare.

"Who are you?" Fu Ping'an had guessed the answer. This person was not really Tibiliu, but just looked like him.

"Tibiliu really can't speak Russian, and your Russian is very good. Tibiliu uses a vertu phone, you use blueberries, Tibiliu wears a watch, you don't wear a watch, and you can't imitate the temperament of Tibiliu. You have a smell of poor people." Fu Ping'an pointed out and exposed the false Tibiliu's lies.

The fake Tibiliu was silent for a while and finally admitted: "I am not Tibiliu, but my name is Matteo, and he is his substitute, and his servant who teaches classes and exams for him. Tibiliu is the president's son, and I am the son of the farmer."

"Why are you lying to me?" Fu Ping'an continued to ask.

"Because the Chinese are rich," Matteo Ci said, "Your father must be a general, otherwise you would not have entered the international training class halfway. I lied to you. I'm sorry, I really have no choice. Tibiliu got his graduation certificate and flew to Paris. He was worried that the president would find a substitute class, so he left me here alone. I don't have a passport and no money. The hotel bombed me out. Fortunately, I had a military academy entry and exit certificate, so..."

Fu Ping'an thought for a while and said, "Why do you look so similar to Tibiliu? You are not twin brothers, are you?"

Matteo said: "Because of plastic surgery."
Chapter completed!