The poem at noon said that it was not his work, but who believed it?

As soon as things happened, this poem blurted out, who would believe that such a high-level poem was created by someone else in advance.

Now that the real author who could have lived for at least twenty years is hanging, Zhang Nantie has become the "original creator" of the poem, and I hope that the people in the restaurant at noon will not pass on the poem.

Yevtushenko, a Soviet-era poet, was very active on August 19, reciting a poem entitled "August 19th" in front of the White House in Moscow to oppose the Emergency Committee and support Yeh.

After August 19, this guy led his men to the Soviet Writers' Association to seize power, and then went on to accuse the traditionalist Writers' Association of the Russian Federation against the traditionalist authorities in Moscow, saying that it "helped the Soviet Vice President to seize power and carry out a coup d'état, and provided ideological guarantees for this coup", and demanded the seizure of the official building of the Writers' Association.

Apparently the poet did so with no concern for what would become of the Soviet Union – just three months earlier, when the Soviet Union was on the verge of collapse, he had openly declared: "It doesn't matter to me at all what what was once called the Soviet Union in the end geographically and in what form of the state it takes." ”

Small role, but the person who can say such things is definitely a scumbag, and his passport is still a Soviet passport!

Scum is not terrible, just afraid that scum is cultured!

But the man probably felt that the first two months of life in such a chaotic and dangerous country as the Soviet Union was unpleasant and incapable of achieving the personal goals he was pursuing.

So he felt that his country was not a place to stay for a long time, and after seizing the power of the Soviet Writers' Association, he used his power to cancel the plan of others to visit abroad, and he went to the United States to sign a teaching contract with the University of Oklahoma.

As for the future, Zhang Nan remembers that he has been staying in the United States to teach, write and publish books, but he returned to Russia for a vacation in the summer, and his life should be quite comfortable.

Zhang Nan liked his poem, but he didn't like the person who wrote the poem.

Well, now, maybe it's the instigation of the little butterfly wings, this person is actually confused, it should really be an accident.

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The main ingredient of dinner is fried yellowfin tuna that makes people who like yusheng crazy, and Zhang Nan went to sea a few days ago.

The bluefin tuna was not caught, and the yellowfin was not bad, anyway, Zhang Nan did not eat raw fish, as long as the fish could weigh dozens or hundreds of pounds, it would be cool.

While everyone was feasting, Zhang Nan told a joke.

"Do you know the difference between a poet and a writer?"

The crowd was puzzled.

"If this person only writes poems, the manuscript fee is too small, and he can't afford to marry a wife, so he can only live alone, so he is called a poet.

Writers are different, they have a lot of manuscript fees, and they have money to start a family. ”

Anyone can understand what is spoken in Chinese, and even the Mark brothers are seizing all their free time to learn Chinese.

Some people smiled, some people realized, and some people were confused, which depends on personal understanding.

Poets, just be a poet, why do you need to participate in so many things that do not conform to your own identity.

It's good now, go out and get hit by a car!

As soon as the meal was finished, Zhang Nan answered a phone call, it was Andrei who had called from Moscow with the secrecy assigned to the Red Devil, and he needed a sum of money, if the boss agreed.

It's a lot of money, it's $300 million as soon as you open your mouth!

Zhang Nan asked, "What do you want to do?"

"The captain wants to buy some property for the boss, and there will be someone here to take care of it, and it has nothing to do with the boss in any way.

But those properties will always belong to you, not the Red Devil, not the captain, and can be transferred to the boss at any time.

Now the Russian economy has gone crazy, and the captain says he doesn't want to see those assets embezzled by a bunch of Western capitalists. Boss, you are different from those people, you have a very special attitude towards the Soviet Union, you are suitable for taking over those industries, and you also have this financial strength.

The KGB is not only engaged in intelligence, but also has people who are proficient in economic management, and what is lacking is capital, so that those industries will not be wasted and embezzled..."

Andre explained on the phone, and Zhang Nan estimated that the captain still had some mercy that he didn't want to be displaced by the industrial workers he fancied.

I'm not afraid that Andre and his captain will run away with the money, and their wives and children are still there.

If you have to run away like this, you deserve to lose money.

Zhang Nan's heart was moved, the Russians would know Russia better than themselves.

"I'll give you 500 million, don't deduct the rope when you do things, ask for cash or..."

Nicole also heard the conversation on the side, and she didn't mean to object, so let's buy it.

There is no need to call the company and funds, from Zhang Nan's pocket money small treasury.

There are funds in the office in Moscow, and there is cash in Kiev, and the insufficient part is directly airlifted by plane: Andrei needs half of the cash, and the other 250 million can be transferred after a while.

After hanging up the phone, Nicole said to Zhang Nan: "You don't ask which properties you want to buy?"

Zhang Nan was stunned: "You didn't object, I don't understand this." ”

Nicole waved her hand away very casually, "Anyway, it's your little coffers to pay for it, why should I object." ”

Well, it's like living at home.

On December 25, 1991, politicians in the Western world were given one of the best egg gifts.

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originally thought that Andrei would stay in Russia for a few more days before returning to the United States, but he actually appeared in front of Zhang Nan on New Year's Day.

"Why did you come back so early?

But it's okay, I'm going to Austria in a few days, and if you come, come with me, so that you and the Red Devils can learn more about the boss's secrets. ”

André didn't ask what he was doing or what secrets, but opened a lockbox in his hand and took out a box and a few certificates from it.

"Boss, this is the first small property we bought in Russia, it is very cheap, only 3 million dollars, and the price tag is 100 million rubles.

Here's the voucher, I don't know if you'll like it. ”

The certificates were in Russian, and Zhang Nan couldn't read them, but he recognized the portrait of Lenin on several of them.

Put the certificate aside first, open the box that was not short at that time, and the things lying inside made Zhang Nan's eyes light up!

"Order of Lenin!"

As soon as he looked up, he looked at Andre and asked word by word, "What did you buy?"

Pravda. ”

it!

Zhang Nan will scold her mother for the truth!

This is Pravda, founded on October 3, 1908 in Vienna, Austria by Leon Trotsky, the leader of the Russian Social Democratic Labor Party, and was the organ of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union from 1918 to 1991!

On August 22, 91, Yip ordered the dissolution of the Communist Party and the return of all Communist Party assets, including Pravda, to the federal government.

This is the registered trademark of the newspaper, the Order of Lenin and the certificate of registration that it once received!

Now that Zhang Nan has become its boss, this pressure!

Cattle!