Shakley's eyes widened and he looked at his wife, Diana, with her mouth open, but she couldn't say a word.

Seeing that Shakli finally woke up, but did not speak, and looked at herself like a fool, Diana couldn't help but feel heavier, and shouted anxiously: "Shakley, you speak, we can't buy anything to eat, drink, or use now, and all the shops don't sell anything to us." ”

But no matter how hard she tried, Shakley did not speak, and his expression became more painful, and his eyes widened and widened.

After dozens of breaths, Diana realized that something seemed to be wrong, she stroked Shakli's head in a panic, and asked nervously and concernedly: "Shakley, are you sick, I'll take you to the hospital now." ”

As she spoke, Diana grabbed Shakli's waist with her right hand, trying to carry Shakli directly on her shoulder.

However, at this time, Shakli, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, scolded with a hideous and twisted face: "You want to shoot me to death!"

He just felt that his chest was being crushed by an elephant, let alone talking, he couldn't even breathe, and if he had been shooting for two more minutes, he would have to be shot to death.

Unexpectedly, the problem turned out to be herself, Diana laughed dryly twice, "Aren't I too anxious." ”

"Tell me, what's going on, I can't buy anything. Shakley lay on the bed, clutching his head and chest in pain, the after-effects of the hangover alternated with the pain of being hit just now, and he didn't know where to cover.

"I went out to buy groceries this morning and found that I couldn't buy sausages, beef, bread, anything. Diana said in a panic.

"If you can't buy it, you can't buy it, what's all the fuss about, it's really not good, you can't buy it from someone else with some extra money." Shakley rolled over and said nonchalantly.

In Russia, you can't buy goods, it's just too normal.

As far back as five or six years ago, he remembered, Russia was in a situation of scarcity, and people were like worker ants, all busy just to get a stutter, some clothes and household items.

At that time, he was just a small dispatcher in the workshop, only a little older than the class, not even the workshop director, and Diana was not as fat as she is now, and life was indeed more difficult.

But now he is the director of the Moscow Mining Equipment Plant, with more than 2,000 employees under his command!

Not to mention how much money he made before, just since last year, when the Soviet Union was in turmoil, he has now earned 10 million rubles, which is almost equivalent to 10,000 dollars.

Thinking of this, Shakley suddenly felt a kind of pain in his heart, damn the depreciation of the exchange rate, a piece of equipment, he sold for more than five hundred rubles at this time last year, which is equivalent to more than six hundred dollars.

And now he sells more than 500,000 rubles for the same piece of equipment, but it is only worth 500 dollars.

It can be said that the money he earned from selling equipment before was basically swallowed up by the depreciation of the ruble, and the depreciation was hundreds of times higher.

If this were not the case, he would have saved enough money to emigrate, whether it was to immigrate to England, or Germany, Ireland, Italy, Finland, that would be fine, anyway, he would not be in this damn Russia, Russia is finished, there is no future.

Thinking of this, he suddenly envied the engineers, intellectuals, and famous engineers in the factory were basically sent abroad by foreign companies in the name of inviting them to visit and investigate.

And he said that he was on a visit to investigate, but in fact he was poached, and he even received a lot of money for signing and releasing people.

In addition, those foreign companies can give resettlement fees and houses.

In other words, in the end, those poor acid engineers immigrated to foreign countries before him, and even the cost of settling in was paid by foreign companies.

Like him, he still needs to save money to emigrate, and at the current rate of exchange rate depreciation, the devil knows when he will be able to save enough money, especially now that the company is going to be forced to auction by Gaidar.

If the company is really auctioned, then he will have no financial resources.

But in any case, his life is still a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary Muscovites.

Even if there is no goods in the store, he can buy goods from others at a high price, and no matter how short of materials in Russia is, it is not less than for him to be rich and powerful, at least there is no problem with eating and drinking.

Not long ago, he also got Diana a Gucci bag, and ordinary Russians can't even care about eating and drinking now, how dare they think about these luxuries.

But who knows, Diana actually said: "It's not that the store doesn't have the goods, they have them, but they don't sell them to me." ”

Hearing this, Shakley sat up in an instant, and said in disbelief: "Impossible, why don't they sell it to you when the store has it? Don't they want to make money? And you won't change it?"

"How do you know I didn't change it! You got drunk and slept at home, and I got up early in the morning, made breakfast, and sent the children to school, and went to buy bread and vegetables, and meat and sausages, but they had all of them, and they piled them up in the store, but they didn't sell them to me, and I went to five stores, and no one sold anything to me! And they said that there would not be a single store in the whole of Moscow that would sell me anything!" Diana said with her fingers puffed up, her voice as fast and fierce as a machine gun.

Hearing this, Shakley was stunned for a moment, and his face couldn't believe it.

How is it possible that there is not a single store in the whole of Moscow willing to sell him anything?

After asking several times to make sure that this was the case, Shakley woke up in an instant, what a hell.

Immediately, he stopped sleeping, and led Diana to the shops near his house, where he wanted to see why they didn't sell him goods!

When he arrived at the store, Shakley saw that the clerks who had been very familiar with him had changed their faces drastically, as if they were facing a great enemy, and looked at him vigilantly.

"Can you sell me a pair of sausages now?" said Shakley, in a deep voice with an angry face.

He wanted to see what these people were up to.

"No, you can't. The clerk replied mercilessly.

Hearing this, Shakley slapped the table hard, making a muffled noise, and he angrily scolded: "Why don't you sell sausages to me when there are sausages in the store! I will complain to the manager of your store! And do you know who I am?"

"Director Shakley, how many years have we been old neighbors, how can we not know who you are?"

At this moment, the chubby store manager suddenly walked over and spoke.

The crowd on the side couldn't help but burst into laughter, they were all people who lived nearby, how could they not know Shakli, the director of the Moscow Mining Equipment Plant.

Shakley's imposing swing was too much of a failure.

Hearing the laughter around him, Shackley suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and he glared at the store manager fiercely, he had never been so embarrassed in public.

"I need an explanation, or I'll call the police right now, you know, I'm familiar with Major Luca Cha in the neighborhood, and he can come and arrest you at any time with a phone call. Shakley threatened.

Hearing this, the store manager couldn't help frowning slightly, if it was Shakley who said this before, he was naturally afraid of death, who didn't know that in Russia, the police are more terrifying than the gangsters, in other places, the police are used to uphold the law, and in Russia, the status of the police is higher than the law, and this has been the case since decades ago.

But today he is not afraid, not at all, after all, he is only carrying out the orders of some big people.

However, if Shakley is allowed to make such a fuss, it will also be a problem for him.

With a thought, he waved his hand at Shakli and motioned for Shakli to follow him to the office.

With a gloomy face, Shakley followed the store manager to the office, where he wanted to see what explanation the store manager could give him.

"Director Shakley, in fact, I also want to sell things to you, but I really can't sell them now, if I sell things to you, my store will be closed, and you bigwigs still have to solve the matter of you bigwigs, you bigwigs still have to solve it yourself, you can't be angry with me! Besides, it's the same in all the shops in Moscow. The store manager said politely, even a little pleadingly.

Shakley didn't feel anything fluttering because the store manager said he was a big man, but couldn't help frowning, he sensed a problem, a big problem.

The store sells something to him, and it's going to close?

And what else to say that this is a problem between the big guys?

In addition, who are you referring to in the mouth of the store manager, and who will be in the same situation as him now?

What do he have in common with those people?

And most importantly, who instructed the store manager to do this?

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, and now he seemed to be slowly getting closer to the truth of the matter, that there was a big man who instructed all the shops in Moscow not to sell anything to him, and some other unknown people.

And needless to say, this is certainly a big big shot.

Anyway, he couldn't imagine that who could order all the shops in Moscow not to sell anything to them?

To be able to do this, I am afraid that the lowest status will be the mayor of Moscow, Luzhkov.

But the question is, why did Luzhkov, a mayor of Moscow, target him?

Compared to Luzhkov, he is just a small person the size of a sesame mung bean.

The more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.

"Whose order is this?" asked Shakley in a deep voice.

"Mr. Fang!" said the store manager honestly.

With that, the store manager looked straight at Shakley, a sly glint flashing in his eyes.