As the lengthy flight was nearing its end, Wang Zhong saw Yakov writing something and leaned over to take a look.
Yakov immediately answered, "I'm writing in my diary, maybe one day I can turn it into a book and make some money."
Wang Zhong, "You're already thinking about how you're going to live in the future?"
Yakov laughed, his smile somewhat shy like a big boy's, "I didn't before, given how unpredictable the war was, but after being around you, my confidence in us winning the war has grown. I've got to plan out my future life.
"Of course, publishing this diary would be a last resort, before that I plan to earn a living with my own two hands."
