"Fang, I can understand your concern for your subordinates, but please also understand the needs of the people of Moscow for these Chinese goods, they need you to restore supplies to Moscow immediately, and can you really give up such a large business?" Luzhkov no longer softened with the angry look he had when he first entered, even with a hint of pleading.

Fang Chen shook his head, "Luzhkov, although I am a complete businessman, my heart is not completely black, and I can't exchange the lives of my subordinates for money. ”

Luzhkov, who was so angry with this, almost didn't catch his breath.

He said helplessly: "Fang, I know that you are a noble person, but you must know that if there is no such material, how many Muscovites will have to endure the lack of materials, and even starve, the students have no pen and paper, there is no ink in the printer, there is no light bulb in the corridor, the elderly have no medicine, the adults do not even have a decent dress, and the teenagers need to be forced to study under the dim lamp."

Seeing that Luzhkov was going to continue, Fang Chen hurriedly stretched out his hand and stopped him, "Luzhkov, I know what kind of person I am, although I can't be called a bad person, but I am definitely not noble, I can only say forbearance, and when this mess is over, I will immediately resume supplies to Moscow." ”

The villain is good at flattery, but these big people are really not inferior when they pat their ass, and these high hats are put on one after another.

But also speaking, isn't the prime minister the best one among all officials?

"But Fang, you must know that without your supply of supplies, Moscow would be even more chaotic, can you imagine what kind of crazy things these people who lack food and clothing will do? When the time comes, there will be robbers everywhere, and the number of people in Moscow who will die because of you will be twice or three times as many people who are dead now! Or even more!" Seeing that it was soft, Luzhkov's voice suddenly became high-pitched.

Fang Chen shook his head and said lightly: "If there are always dead people, then I choose to let my people live, and I have the responsibility to be responsible for them." ”

If someone had to die, on the one hand, his employees, his compatriots, and on the other hand, Muscovites whom he did not know, he would only choose to let Muscovites die!

It's not that he is hard-hearted, this catastrophe was originally caused by the Soviets themselves, and even if anyone is responsible for it, it should be Gotu and Yeltsin who are responsible for this catastrophe, even ordinary Soviets, not Chinese.

Luzhkov was speechless for a while, and he trembled with anger, "If Moscow is really in chaos, my position will not be kept, Yeltsin may not be able to elect president, and the angry people of Moscow will tear us apart." ”

Fang Chen was silent for a while, and then said: "I believe in you, and I believe in Mr. Yeltsin, I think he will once again become the leader of Russia and lead the Russian people to a bright future!"

Seeing that Fang Chen was still unmoved, Luzhkov felt a little crazy, he was really soft and hard, he used all kinds of tricks, but Fang Chen was like a heart of stone.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Fang, now put aside those nonsense for the people of Moscow, put aside those hypocritical masks, talk about ourselves, and say something from the heart. ”

Hearing this, Fang Chen's expression changed suddenly, and he involuntarily sat up straight, he felt that Luzhkov was a little different at this time.

"I ask you like this, it is true that it is for the position below my ass, I can't lose the chairman of the executive committee of the Mosu Committee, and I can't lose it, do you know how much I offended by sitting in this position?"

As he spoke, Luzhkov's eyes were bloodshot, and scarlet light burst out from them.

"You know, I can dream of countless skeletons huddled together, densely packed, and the whole world is white bones, and they desperately stretch out their hands, trying to pull me down and eat me alive!" Luzhkov said dreamily.

"These people were originally my enemies, and I stepped on their bones to become the chairman of the Mosu Committee's Executive Committee!"

As soon as the words fell, Luzhkov's face suddenly showed a hint of madness, he stood up suddenly, his eyes widened, and the bloodshot on his eyeballs was like an earthworm, clearly visible, criss-crossed, tightly intertwined, like a strange totem, hideous and terrifying, this is no longer more like a person's eyeballs, but a monster!

Luzhkov remained motionless, looked at Fang Chen intently, and said with tears and blood: "Once Moscow is in chaos, I can't escape, Comrade Yeltsin can't escape, and you can't escape, we are grasshoppers on a rope!"

Hearing this, Fang Chen was instantly stunned, Luzhkov's weeping voice and hideous and terrifying expression continued to echo in his mind, like a flood bell filling his ears, deafening and deafening.

After a long time, Fang Chen showed a bitter smile, "It turns out that I am also from the song." ”

To tell the truth, he always thought that he was just a bystander, and he watched all this silently, watching how these Muscovites shed their blood little by little, how they went into the abyss of hell, and watched Yeltsin and others perform like clowns jumping off the beam.

He was unmoved on the surface, but he laughed silently in his heart, all this that happened, for him, was just a big movie, the joys and sorrows of the characters in the movie had nothing to do with him, he was just a quiet spectator.

But now Luzhkov's words completely woke him up, he was no longer a spectator, he had already been caught up in this game.

I really didn't know the meaning of the song when I heard it for the first time, and I was already a person in the song when I heard it again.

He has already laid a huge foundation in the land of Moscow, his business is all over Moscow, and in this land, there is no Muscovish who has eaten the Chinese goods he pulled, who has not bought his car, who has not deposited money in his bank, so to speak!

The whole of Moscow, from Yeltsin to the people, did not say that they did not know who he was.

He was Yeltsin's biggest purse, and millions of Muscovites counted on him to get on with their lives.

When he made a slight move, Luzhkov, the big butler of Moscow, couldn't hold back and couldn't wait to run to him, not even caring about avoiding suspicion.

Even, he thought that there was no big so-called corporate decision, which has deeply affected Luzhkov's position under the ass, and even related to whether Yeltsin can successfully become president.

At this time, Moscow had already broken his neck with tendons, and he was a grasshopper on a rope.

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