The hoarse shouts from outside the window made Qian Qi'an a little uncomfortable. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This is Komsomolsk, and in his impression Komsomolsk is a young city. As the name suggests, the first people who pioneered here were all members of the Komsomol.

The temperament that these Komsomol members shaped for the city was a young and optimistic atmosphere of an industrial city.

But now Komsomolsk seems to be an erupting volcano.

As soon as you look out of the window, you can clearly see that angry crowds are spreading through the streets.

They held up signs and banners and roared in the loudest voices, as if the whole city was trembling at this moment.

The procession included men and women, some elderly people, and some schoolgirls dressed in white apron maid costumes.

The economy of Komsomolsk is largely based on the Komsomolsk Aircraft Factory, also known as the Sukhoi Aircraft Production Company. When Sukhoi himself was on the verge of dying, let alone these ordinary people who depended on it for their livelihood.

The fall of an aircraft factory, like the fall of the first domino, can quickly create a chain reaction throughout the city.

The upstream and downstream enterprises of aircraft factories, the enterprises that provide living services for employees, and the supply and marketing industries that have lost their income due to declining consumption. The entire Komsomolsk, and the resulting decrease in GDP would be a very frightening figure.

At such a moment, there is little need for the managers of the individual factories to do anything. They just need to do nothing and things will happen naturally.

Qian Qi'an forced himself to retract his scattered thoughts, and a familiar smile appeared on his face: "Comrade Balshak, do you still have any questions about this contract? As long as you sign here, our account can be written off!"

Bauershak was the eldest son in the family, and he was followed by two younger brothers, Fontoriak and Menshak. His parents were both old workers at the Komsomolsk aircraft factory, and now they are barely able to survive on a meager salary after retirement.

In the 70s, Balshak married a flower in the factory, relying on his assembly technology, which was second to none in the factory.

But who would have imagined that the once happy family would become a heavy burden to crush him in the blink of an eye.

Parents need support, Furtoriac has not yet taken a wife, and Menshak still has to go to school. The most important thing is that his son Bervshka has also grown up, and seeing that his appetite is getting bigger and bigger day by day, he is really a half-grown child who eats the poor old man.

So many mouths were waiting for him, but the factory delayed the wages of the workers again and again. Although the Soviet Union was a high-saving country, it could survive without paying wages for several months.

But there are fewer and fewer goods in the state-run shopping malls, and things on the black market are getting more and more expensive, and they are often looted, and they have to hide from the police everywhere. However, the NEWMART opened by the Chinese is quite sufficient, and there is no quota, but the price is not necessarily much cheaper than the black market.

The heavy financial burden made the smile on Balshak's face gradually become less and less.

THE END RESULT IS THAT YOUR SAVINGS ARE DEPLETED, AND YOU CAN ONLY TRY TO TAKE CREDIT IN THE NEWMART MALL. Fortunately, I heard that he was an assembler at the Komsomolsk Aircraft Factory, and the generous and kind-hearted manager of the Chinese government agreed to it!

Hey, who would have thought that the Chinese manager, who is as harmless as a well-intentioned rabbit with a smile, is actually a carnivore in rabbit skin!

After Borgshak owed a debt that he couldn't pay off anyway, Qian Qi'an approached him with a contract.

"Comrade Balshak, there is absolutely no need for you to be frustrated. ”

Qian Qi'an saw that there was something wrong with Bao Ershak's expression, and hurriedly comforted him: "Hey, to be honest, I personally even envy you very much. If I had your ability, where would I need to run around like this!"

"As long as you go to China, your salary can reach two thousand dollars a month. Tsk, this is the dollar, China, like the Soviet Union, the dollar is a place where you can break a penny in half and pour your money. When the time comes, as long as you send home a portion of your salary, your whole family will be able to live a life of being a good person. ”

"But I suggest you bring your wife and Bervshka to China as well, so that you don't need to live in a single dormitory, but a family apartment!"

"We have family apartments for you, each of which is more than 100 square meters. Exquisite decoration, high-end residential community, including food and lodging, and can also allocate cars. Hey, I won't talk about the specific conditions, haven't you also read the brochure? That is the life of a real person, we Chinese don't know how many lifetimes to survive such conditions, do you say I can not envy you? I really don't understand, why are you so hesitant to invite you to enjoy the good things like this. ”

"But ......"

Balshak pursed his lips and sighed: "After all, this is my hometown, I lived and grew up here, married and had children here, and I don't know when I will be able to come back after leaving." ”

"You can't think about it too much, our contract is only for ten years. Up to the year 2000, you will be able to come back and be reunited with your family. If you are willing to renew your contract with us, you can also give you the family apartment you have been living in. If you really can't bear your parents, won't it be the same when the time comes? Not to mention you, even the political commissar of the Vladimir Institute, Maslyukov, signed a contract with us. ”

"You know Maslyukov, right? This is the son of Deputy Prime Minister Maslyukov, Deputy Chairman of the Council of Ministers of the USSR, you see, this is a picture of him taken at our Hainan resort. Don't you feel anything about the big guys running away?"

Qian Qi'an's performance was simply more painful than Borsak: "Such big people have left the Soviet Union and run away, you should think about yourself to some extent, or you should also think about Bervshka? Do you think that he will not even be able to eat enough when he grows like last year?"

Balshak listened to the shouts of the marching crowd outside the window, and then heard Qian Qi'an's persuasion.

He couldn't tell what his mood was, he was reluctant to give up his hometown, but he also longed to go to China to be a master.

The words Qian Qi'an said, the kind of heartfelt envy for him, really satisfied his self-esteem and vanity. If you go to China, you can not only live a good life, but also be respected by the Chinese, right?

And in the photo Qian Qi'an took out, the person who looked like Maslyukov was showing a happy smile on the beach, which also made his persistence more and more shaken.

Even the family of such a big man abandoned the USSR, so what is the point of my insistence?

"Okay, I'll sign it!" Balshak picked up the pen on the table and signed his name on the agreement.

......

"Your Excellency President Boris, there is a Chinese who wants to see you. ”

Under the Soviet system, the president of the union republics had no real power, especially Russian President Boris, who and his entire team only existed as a backup of the Soviet center.

Correspondingly, since there is no power, Boris naturally has no popularity here. Although there was no shortage of people to report to him in normal business interactions, foreign visitors rarely visited the area.

"Why do the Chinese want to see me? Where are the Chinese from?"

Hearing Boris's question, the secretary on the phone replied: "The person who came said that his name is Hu Wenhai and he is the Chinese shareholder of NEWMART shopping mall. ”

"Hu Wenhai?"

When Boris heard the name, he was stunned for a long time: "Okay, I'll see you and invite him in." ”

Hu Wenhai followed the secretary through a long corridor and into Boris's office. The Soviet murderer was sitting behind his desk, behind him on a lawn outside the White House.

Yes, Boris's office, like the name of the US presidential office, is called the White House. It's just that on one side is the center of global hegemony, and on the other side is a puppet institution.

"Please pour me two cups of coffee. ”

Boris put down the pen in his hand and asked Hu Wenhai to sit down on the sofa opposite him: "I have long heard that a rich man has come to Moscow, and today is the first time I have met Comrade Hu Wenhai. ”

"Your Excellency President Boris, I hope to be able to have this honor and help you become the real President of Russia. ”

"Hmm-"

Boris suddenly leaned back and leaned back on the back of his office chair: "The real Russian president?"

"You know what I mean, and I know exactly what you're trying to do, so we don't have to guess each other's minds. ”

Hu Wenhai calmly looked into Boris's eyes: "You want to end the Soviet Union and make your Russian president worthy of his name." ”

Boris forced to laugh, but found that he couldn't laugh at all: "This joke of yours is not funny at all." ”

"Whether I'm joking or not, you know very well yourself. Hu Wenhai's voice is still unwavering.

Boris's Adam's apple moved, and he grabbed the phone on the desk: "Kaya, don't let people come to my office just yet. ”

"China's Hu Wenhai, the richest man in the world, I know you. ”

After Boris got off the phone, his eyes were as tightly as an eagle staring at Hu Wenhai: "Now it seems that you do have some skills to succeed." But you shouldn't be too arrogant, it will cost you your life. ”

"You mean that you plan to murder me here?" Hu Wenhai said: "Murder a KGB financier, a provider of several high-ranking Soviet overseas assets." ”

"Do you think you can afford it, or is your political career just such a crazy style, trying to kill the money you want to achieve your dreams?"

Boris's fierce gaze gradually eased under Hu Wenhai's calm face.

(To be continued.) )