There is no way, Moscow itself is relatively poor in materials, and the prices are too high for them to afford at all.

In China, it costs a few cents a pound of noodles, but in Moscow it costs three or five rubles, which is equivalent to twenty or thirty Chinese dollars, not to mention going out to eat, which is really unaffordable.

Their life is worse than that of Muscovites, after all, Muscovites can still distribute a la carte of food and meat every once in a while, especially Luzhkov bought a lot of supplies in Fangchen, although it is a drop in the bucket, but it is good to have saliva to drink.

But they are Chinese, who gives them things

Everything that is eaten has to be bought with money.

As for the little money that Mu Qizhong brought, even if the money is broken into two petals, it is not enough, not to mention that Mu Qizhong still expects to spend this money on the blade and take down the resale of the plane.

And Fang Chen is the best hotel in Moscow, and the food is also the best in Moscow, such as foie gras, caviar, Wagyu beef from the East and the Japanese, and even a fragrant Buddha jumping over the wall on the table, all over the world's food, as long as you want to eat, there is nothing that you can't get.

After all, no matter how hard and poor the Soviet people were, it was impossible for high-ranking officials like Kadannikov and Luzhkov, as well as top rich people like Fang Chen, to live a hard life.

With so many delicacies in front of them, they couldn't bear it, it was like a traveler who had been hungry and thirsty for three or five days in the desert saw water.

After a while, he licked the plate, Fang Chen saw this and asked the kitchen to make some more, and he didn't make any foie gras, caviar, matsutake mushrooms, etc., which were just a messy stew in the Northeast, and two big roosters to make up for it.

"Wow!"

Feng Lun burped, touched his round belly, and smiled happily, in the past few months, not to mention eating so well, it can even be said that they have rarely eaten enough.

When he looked up and saw Fang Chen again, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but have a hint of embarrassment.

ran to the house without saying a word, and ate such a big meal, which really made him blush a little.

Although he had never stayed in a Moscow hotel, Mu Qizhong had lived here for a few days, of course, Mu Qizhong had lived for less than a week, and after meeting General Varian, he quickly moved back to the basement, and he couldn't afford to spend 500 rubles a day.

Mu Qizhong also said that if the resale of airplanes is done, he will invite them to a big meal in a Moscow hotel, and they will also live this kind of top-level luxury life.

Therefore, he still heard about the consumption of Moscow hotels, and for the meal they ate today, they could not get it for 1,000 rubles, and it would cost 7,000 yuan to convert it into Chinese currency.

And the money for a dozen of them to eat for a month is only that, but now they are eaten by the five of them.

The most important thing is that he really didn't expect that they hadn't eaten a meal at the Moscow Hotel after following Mu Qizhong for so long, but because they had only seen Fang Chen twice, they would be able to eat such a sumptuous meal here in the Moscow Hotel.

And he was sure that even if Mu Qizhong brought them, he would not be willing to order foie gras or caviar.

Feng Lun was really a little mixed for a while, and his mood was extremely complicated.

Fang Chen casually flipped through the book in his hand, and after a while, he felt that something was wrong, and when he turned his head, he saw five pairs of eyes looking straight at him.

Smiling slightly, Fang Chen put down the book in his hand, "Have you eaten enough?"

"I'm full, thank you for Mr. Fang's generous hospitality. Feng Lun said with a red face.

"Okay, let's talk about what's going on. Fang Chen Zhengse said.

"Mr. Mu took us to meet General Varian more than a month ago. ”

Speaking of this, Feng Lun realized that Fang Chen should not know who General Varian was, so he explained: "General Varian is the head of the Soviet NN Ministry of Industry and the Logistics Department, and Mr. Mu is a deputy minister of the Soviet NN Industry Department and the director of the Kuibyshev Aircraft Plant through him. ”

Fang Chen nodded, as soon as he explained this, he remembered, wasn't Varian the general who gave Niu Yongjun a mink coat, and he remembered that when he saw Mu Qizhong in the Moscow Hotel, Mu Qizhong also mentioned it.

It's just that he didn't care at the time, with a big killing weapon like Berezovsky in his hand, how could he care about a general of the logistics department under the NN Ministry of Industry.

"Some time ago, Mr. Mu returned to China and got a procurement contract from Sichuan Airlines. ”

At that time, Mr. Mu was full of confidence, thinking that the resale of the plane could be won, but the Soviet NN Department kept shirking it, saying that the time was not right and that he would have to wait. ”

Mu always felt that the Soviets were taking the opportunity to open their mouths and ask for money, and it was not at all that the time had not yet come, so they advocated another sum of money to send over. ”

Fang Chen's expression was a little subtle, the people from the Soviet NN Department were not wrong, it was indeed not the right time.

Mu Qizhong and the others may not feel it, but the ministers of the Soviet NN Department must know that now the entire Soviet Union is on the eve of great turmoil, and if they don't get it right, they will be crushed to pieces and have no place to die, so they naturally refuse to take such a big risk, and they have to wait and talk.

I didn't see him and he was waiting, waiting for Yeltsin to be sworn in as president next month.

It's a pity that Mu Qizhong didn't know, and they thought that the people of the Soviet NN Department lied to them, which is the so-called information asymmetry.

"Originally, Mr. Mu didn't have much money in his hands, but now he has to make money, so he can only save it from between his teeth. ”

Speaking of this, Feng Lun's eyes were red, and tears were about to fall, they were all proud sons of the sky before, national cadres, and later speculated in Tianya Province, although they lost money, but they had never lived such a hard life.

"It's this rotten vegetable leaves, rotten potatoes are not easy to pick up, every day there are Muscovites and we rob, I have been beaten several times, those women are too fierce, a fist to hit, I can hit me and turn over. ”

Pan Shiyi couldn't help but complain of bitterness, pulled up his sleeves, and pointed to his face and neck, there were indeed traces of blue and purple.

Fang Chen grinned, although this appearance looked really miserable and worthy of pity, but why couldn't he help but want to laugh at it.

Grab food with the women of s, this is something that even bears dare not do, Pan Shiyi and they can come back alive, it is already very good.

Unlike Yelena, this kind of graceful and amorous type of S women, most of the S women are capable of carrying the tripod, driving away tigers, leopards, and bears.