In the evening, Chen Yiyang was half-asleep when Xu Xiaosheng called.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yiyang thought something unexpected had happened.

"A teacher deciphered those few characters for me," Xu Xiaosheng said. "The ancient book you have is likely the lost Liao Chronicles."

The Liao Chronicles is a historical record compiled by the Liao Dynasty, following earlier dynastic systems, possessing significant research value as primary material for studying the history of the Liao Dynasty.

But for various reasons, this book has been lost for a long time.

And the Liao Chronicles that Chen Yiyang possesses is written in Liao script, basically confirming it as the original copy of the Liao Chronicles from that year.

Although there's only one copy, it's a unique research material.

The creation of Liao script predates Liao small script. Although Liao script was created by imitating Chinese characters, it's more difficult to decipher than Liao small script.

The reason the Liao Dynasty created Liao small script after having Liao script was because learning Liao script was difficult; even Liao people couldn't stand it, preferring to use Chinese characters rather than Liao script.

So later, the Liao Dynasty created Liao small script. Compared to Liao script, Liao small script is a complete phonetic script with very few characters, making it easy to learn.

During the Liao Dynasty, the court strictly prohibited national books from being transferred overseas, so many books written in the Liao Dynasty haven't been passed down through the ages.

Thus, both Liao script and small script were eventually lost.

The Liao scripts we can see now are mostly found in epitaphs, inscriptions, seals, and coin texts.

No complete book written in Liao script has been seen domestically.

That's why when Xu Xiaosheng received this information, he couldn't help but call Chen Yiyang in the middle of the night, disturbing his rest.

"Alright, I understand." Realizing the value of the ancient book, Chen Yiyang told Xu Xiaosheng that he'd arrange to have the book brought back, and Xu Xiaosheng could just meet at the airport.

Chen Yiyang didn't intend to keep such a valuable research book to himself; he planned to first take it out and photograph its contents for preservation.

Afternoon the next day.

Gena arranged a banquet and invited several of the largest coffee bean traders in Moscow for business talks.

Russia is currently experiencing a significant shortage of coffee beans.

The main reason is that coffee beans need to be grown in subtropical or tropical regions, making Russia completely unable to cultivate them.

Moreover, Russia's neighboring small countries cannot grow coffee beans either.

Russia can only rely on shipping to bring in coffee beans.

Now, due to sanctions on European shipping insurance, even adventurous shipowners willing to take risks without insurance to earn money in Russia certainly would not choose coffee beans, which are low-profit bulk goods.

Chen Yiyang introduced Huaxia Yunnan Province's coffee beans to them and had them taste it.

These traders expressed their willingness to try importing this coffee bean.

Thanks to Gena, Chen Yiyang signed contracts with these coffee traders, agreeing on payment methods.

After sending off these traders, Chen Yiyang said to Gena, "I am now in the coffee business, planning to open a coffee bean roasting factory. At that time, you can have someone hold ten percent of the shares on your behalf, and each year I will directly transfer the dividends to you."

"You're too kind, brother." Gena's eyes lit up.

Although the annual dividends from the ten percent shares of the roasting factory might not be much.

But these dividends are paid directly in RMB instead of Russian Rubles.

In today's Russia, where US Dollars are difficult to use directly, RMB is considered excellent foreign exchange, far more valuable than their Rubles.

With the shares, Gena's motivation was completely stirred up.

That night, he arranged an exciting program for Chen Yiyang.

Making Chen Yiyang feel his back was aching by the time he boarded the plane to Tula City with Gena the next day.

Tula is Russia's traditional industrial city; from the Soviet era to today, Tula has been an important military factory city for Russia.

At the same time, Tula is also a city known for producing samovars.

Russia has a saying: "Carry a samovar to Tula."

Meaning to do something redundant.

Although Tula is so important, the city itself is not very developed, essentially equivalent to the development level of a county town in the Jiangnan Region.

If you disregard the famous residence of Tolstoy here and the replica Kremlin in the city center, it might not even be as developed as a Jiangnan region county town.

Gena arranged a fleet and hotel in Tula.

Sitting in the car, Chen Yiyang casually glanced out of the window a few times before stopping.

Mainly because the road was bad, making him dizzy, looking too much could cause motion sickness.

"This place is just like this." Gena said with a hint of embarrassment, "Throughout Russia, except for those few big cities, the rest are big countrysides."

"No worries." Chen Yiyang said to Gena, "The tour you arranged for me at the local car factory in Tula, how is it going?"

"Don't worry." Gena patted his chest, "I am a Moscow man, I found some friends and mentioned it, local officials in Tula will take us to tour any place here."

In Russia, the sense of pride brought by being from Moscow is far higher than that of someone from Imperial Capital or Shanghai domestically.

After all, Russia has only one Moscow.

Chen Yiyang rested briefly in Tula during the afternoon and then explored Tolstoy's tomb with the accountant that evening.

Then that night, Chen Yiyang was originally admiring the night view outside the hotel window.

In the end, a distant explosion plunged all of Tula City into darkness.

Chen Yiyang immediately phoned Gena to inquire if Tula was under attack, and whether he should take refuge in some underground facility.

"I'll call and find out." Gena was not panicked at all, "Even if it really was an attack, the enemy should attack Moscow, why blow up this godforsaken place."

After more than ten minutes, Gena called back, "Found out, an explosion occurred at the power plant, but they said it could be fixed by tomorrow, don't worry, sleep tight."

Though Gena spoke this way, Chen Yiyang couldn't really sleep well.

The next day noon, he got up groggily.

The good news was, it was indeed an unforeseen incident at the power plant.

The bad news was, it wasn't fixed yet, and most of Tula City still had no electricity.

"My good friend, you need to be optimistic." Gena was not worried at all, he said to Chen Yiyang, "The industrial district's power is on a separate system, so no outage, you can still tour Tula's local car factory today."

"Alright." Chen Yiyang nodded.

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