At 6 p.m., the welcome dinner at the Murmansk Port Command was finally long overdue.

Fang Yan sat at the dining table, struggling to eliminate the food on the plate with a knife and fork; Similar to the magnificence and splendor of this auditorium building, the food of the Soviets was also full of delicacies, dragon liver and phoenix breasts, which made Fang Yan, who had been on the ship for more than a month, couldn't help but move his index fingers. After two servings of tender and delicious grilled steaks, Fang Yan, who had been tortured by the formalism of the Soviets before, could not feel the anxiety and depression anymore. Fang Yan, who stuffed his mouth with chicken rolls, secretly decided that he must consume as much Soviet food as possible on the table today.

With this stubborn mentality that he had not seen for a long time, Fang Yan, who didn't plan to drink, also secretly opened a bottle of brandy. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the bottleneck and found that it was actually aged in 1915, more than 20 years ago. Fang Yan felt a burst of joy in his heart, secretly saying that the wealth of a Russian worker's hard work for two months was ruined in his own hands. This feeling of bloodletting in an enemy country is simply wonderful. However, after a moment, Fang Yan's smile froze on his face, as he saw that the general's personal guards who were in charge of serving the food had moved six or seven large boxes from nowhere. In these wooden boxes, they were neatly lined with refined brandy exactly like the bottle in Fang Yan's hand, as well as a large number of crystal clear high-quality vodka.

Seeing that Valenjing and other senior officers were familiar with lifting the four wine bottles on the table with both hands, Fang Yan couldn't help but secretly speak. He found that he had ignored Maozi's own combat effectiveness, the fighting nation had grown up drinking alcohol since he was a child, and his role in this scene was far greater than his own. And the next scene also confirmed Fang Yan's idea, this group of Maozi officers was drinking vodka and other kinds of alcohol as water. After a while, the table was full of empty bottles rolling on all sides, and several Soviet officers who were in a hurry even directly drew a drinking order, and completely regarded the banquet table as their private private room.

After filling his stomach, Fang Yan was about to get up and say goodbye, but Yevgeny, the commander of the port guard, whose face was already red like a monkey's ass, stopped him and asked Fang Yan to follow the guard to his office for a while. Fang Yan, who had always been conscious, understood that these high-ranking Soviet officers were finally going to say something to themselves. Fang Yan nodded, wrapped himself in a thick coat and walked towards the door, before leaving, he turned his head to look at the large dining table with a mess of cups and plates, he couldn't estimate the specific cost of this dinner.

Is this the Soviet of happy homes without exploitation? Fang Yan secretly sneered in his heart. This kind of absolute centralization produced institutional corruption that was even worse than in the period of Imperial Russia: Sukh Holymnov, the Minister of War of Tsarist Russia, who was known as the "big rat" at that time, only deposited 700,000 rubles into the bank during his six-year tenure, less than three times his 270,000 rubles. It is true that the current Soviet officials rarely have a direct source of grey, but what about the enjoyment they get by taking advantage of their privileged position and the power they wield?

In fact, the same problem arose in Germany under the National Socialist Party. Martin Baumann, head of the Führer's Office, openly solicited bribes from major entrepreneurs and used the proceeds to build a private villa for Hitler in Berchstegarden, while at the same time giving the Führer's personal allowances to senior Wehrmacht generals, is the most typical example of the corruption of power. Even Hitler, who had always lived a simple and simple life and had no paranoid pursuit of money, could not ruthlessly cut off this chain of interests related to himself, let alone other high-ranking officials in the Kuomintang.

At present, almost all the Kuomintang officials with power in their hands have put their hands into the coffers of national wealth and made a lot of money. Although Fang Yan has not paid as much attention to the family business as he used to in recent years for the sake of his career promotion, he can also be 100% sure that his uncle, ******, who was the head of Germany's four-year economic plan from September 1936, must have saved countless marks during his three-year tenure. There is no other reason, the power of this position is too great, just moisten your hands casually, and you can earn back a mountain of gold!

To this day, no one knows how much flesh and blood the National Socialist Party, a parasite lying on the German people, has sucked out. However, the fact that 15 million German workers get up early and work hard every day to earn barely enough money for their families to eat. The reason why the German people have not yet expressed dissatisfaction with the status quo is entirely because the world economic crisis of 1929~1933 has devastated Germany too strongly; The vast majority of people have experienced the taste of long-term hunger, so they cherish the current stable society with enough to eat.

Moreover, it was the Nazi Party that succeeded in diverting the attention of the contradictions at home, using the bright banner of nationalism and revanchism to call on the German people to sacrifice. And Hitler, an unborn genius, did live up to expectations, and through a series of victories in diplomatic expansion, he directly ignited the long-suppressed patriotic passion in the hearts of the German people, and made them truly feel the value of their hard work.

The night breeze was blowing, and the chill that came to his face immediately woke Fang Yan up from his contemplation. A self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he silently wrapped his coat tightly. I am not a government official in the Berlin Chancellery, so what's the point of thinking about it so much? Taking a step back, even if he can really hold power one day in the future, but his family is the top few members of the corrupt system, what can he do?

"The ideal utopian society really can't exist at this stage...... Fang Yan whispered.

The office of the commander of the Murmansk port guard was very different from the luxurious auditorium. Its overall furnishings are simple and serious, and it finally has a bit of the solemn appearance of the red army. The only thing that made Fang Yan feel embarrassed was that he saw the portraits of two Soviet leaders on the walls. The mourning halls of these two people are simply ubiquitous, and such pretentious behavior is fundamentally contrary to the Marxist theoretical philosophy of dialectical materialism!

"Does Mr. Lieutenant Colonel also have respect for the great leader of our Soviets?" An English sentence suddenly sounded in the room. Fang Yan turned his head to look, but saw that it was the commander of the Soviet North Sea Fleet, Valentin, who walked in from the door. Fang Yan showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he also responded in English: "It turns out that the general doesn't only speak Russian, it seems that we can communicate alone." What about Colonel Evgeny, didn't he come with you? ”

"He's putting the finishing touches on the banquet in the auditorium right now." Hearing Fang Yan's inquiry, Valentin did not hide it at all, and directly told the German officer in front of him who only met today, "A high-level banquet like today's is usually held only on big celebrations such as the New Year, the anniversary of the October Revolution, and the birthday of the leader. This visit of your fleet has given us a precious opportunity to hold a dinner of the highest level in a grand manner. The comrades were really hard to serve in this desolate north, so it was natural that they needed to use this dinner to intercept some supplies to subsidize their daily expenses. ”

Valentine spoke slowly, staring intently at Fang Yan's face the whole time. These words were the guiding stone he used to test the German officer in front of him, and if the other party could get on the road, then there would be a conversation between himself and the other party. Although Valentin knew that the German soldiers were a group of rigid and upright stubborn stones with no roots in their heads, they were very likely to immediately turn their faces and refuse such shady deeds; But under the temptation of huge benefits after success, he still chose to try it himself.

Fang Yan raised his sword eyebrows, how could he, who had the soul of two lifetimes, not know what kind of calculation the Soviet officer in front of him was playing? He sighed secretly, and at the same time sighed in his heart: although the land of Siberia has changed power, the moths in the Russian army have survived. And with the recovery of the country's strength, they also have a tendency to gradually grow. Could it be that this is the nature of a people that is difficult to change?

After a while, seeing that Fang Yan's face did not show a look of disgust and disgust, Valentine couldn't help but be overjoyed. He could no longer hide the joy in his heart, and smiled: "Of course, we will not forget your personnel who created this banquet opportunity. I have asked the guards to go to the storehouse and receive two of the most precious bottles of 1865 wine, which are my personal gifts to you, in the name of the cost of the dinner. Speaking of this, Valentin seemed to be afraid that the German in front of him would not know the goods, and immediately added: "This is a luxury imported from France, and the market price can be 2,000 US dollars." Now that France is at war with your country, I believe that their value will be further enhanced in your country. ”

Fang Yan's eyes flashed with a different color, and he secretly said that these Russians are really good at bribery: the things they give away are not only small and easy to hide, but even the strange goods after smuggling are taken into account. Although Fang Yan didn't lack this little pocket money to support his family, he still decided to accept it honestly and unceremoniously: Anyway, it was all sent by Maozi, and if you don't do it, it will be cheaper for the Soviets. As for what the Russians want from themselves, the initiative is entirely on their side, and as long as they do not leave a handle, the Soviets will not be able to threaten themselves far away in Germany.

At this thought, a faint smile appeared on Fang Yan's face, and he began to rummage through the documents on his desk rather rudely, and quickly pulled out a stack of manuscript paper used to take notes on the spot. Seeing the fireplace not far away, Fang Yan nodded with satisfaction. He then picked up a pen and began to write on the paper. (To be continued.) )