Some scum always think that some food problems only appear in socialist countries, and these cerebral palsy patients who should be admitted to mental hospitals to recuperate usually subconsciously ignore a very basic common sense, that is, things like Sudan red gutter oil, which usually do not exist when state-owned enterprises dominate food production, and the source is precisely in those capitalist countries that look very glamorous.

You can criticize the astonishing waste in the production process of state-owned enterprises, or you can criticize the bad attitude of state-owned enterprises and the rigidity of the system, all of which are on point, but it is not so easy for a state-owned enterprise to abandon its own principles and produce something that it knows is harmful to the people without conscience. Even if you really succeed, don't underestimate that your competitors will turn a blind eye and let you go.

In Serov's view, the first condition for food problems is that manufacturers begin to pursue profits, and in order to pursue profits, they begin to reduce costs, and only then will there be the use of chemical knowledge to synthesize artificial materials instead of natural materials, and the current Soviet Union will naturally not have such a problem, and the Soviet state-owned enterprises in the fifties and sixties have not done so.

However, it is impossible for such state-owned enterprises that lack competition to survive on the support of the state, and sooner or later these state-owned enterprises in the Soviet Union will have to face competition from American capital. Why should a group of people from an enemy country be treated the same as their own people? Serov thought as he touched his chin.

It's not that there wasn't a single conscientious capitalist in this era, at least the Gilbert Uranium-238 atomic lab toy released in the United States can definitely be called a work of conscience, which includes: a Geiger Müller counter for measuring radioactivity; Electroscope, which is used to measure the charge of an object; scintillation mirrors for observation of radioactive decay; Wilson's cloud chamber, which is used to observe particle trajectories; radioactive sources lead 210 and polonium-210, radioactive sources ruthenium 106, radioactive sources zinc 65; 4 uranium specimens; particle models; Uranium Exploration Handbook; 3 shed pole batteries; as well as instructions. Toys made entirely from atomic experiments have complete authenticity, including a small amount of nuclear radiation, and it is believed that children who have played with such toys will definitely be glad for their lives as long as they do not die.

"Cold ......" Valya, who finished eating ice cream, looked pitiful, her pale cheeks shrunk into her coat, and Yelena next to her was the same, with a kind of delicate and moving temperament, but this was not a reason for Serov to be touched.

Why didn't you think it was cold when you ate it? Feeling cold after eating? Serov raised his head and looked like he was in love, this cold look lasted for a second, and he quickly knelt down, "I told you to wear a little more, you will pay the price for your gluttony!" Go and wait! Skillfully removing the gasoline blowtorch from the trunk, his mouth kept telling the two women to find a shop to wait, and he began to bake the car in public, by this time Serov was already glad at the level of secrecy of the KGB, fortunately no one could recognize him in the temperature when the bolt of the gun could not be pulled.

Serov, who was pouting at the cat's waist, lowered his head and directly took the people walking back and forth around him as air, panting and roasting the fuel tank to restore the car to a driving load.

"Valya, this man is so good to us, I want to know him sooner!" Looking through the window not far away from Serov lying on the ground roasting the car, covering his ears and yawning from time to time, Yelena's voice changed.

"Well, Yuri is really good to women, not like a Soviet man!" Valya's language was full of happiness, and she said from the bottom of her heart, "This guy is sometimes too good-tempered, and he doesn't want the rumored Caspian Tiger ...... at all."

As soon as the words fell, Serov outside thought that it was okay, turned the car on fire and waved to the two women waiting in the store, and waited until the two women came out trembling before sitting in the back seat.

"It's not cold when you get home, Yuri!" Looking at the man who had shrunk into a ball, Valya said very gently.

"What is this, I'm a man, do you women still have to do this dirty work?" Serov rubbed his hands tremblingly, and still smiled happily on his somewhat reddened face, "I can't bear to do it......

This man! Valya shook her head secretly, compared to Yelena in the back seat, she was more realistic, and directly stretched out her warm little hand to cover Serov's ears, and comforted the man's heart with practical actions, "I'll give you a gift in a few days!" Serov smirked and made a wish to the beauty without any scruples.

"What a gift, we live very well, we don't have to break the bank!" Valya said thoughtfully as she drove.

"What is money? How to call it a break for a woman, I am not corrupt! As the car moved, Serov also recovered from the stiff state just now, and his words were full of exuberance, "As long as I make a move, I can completely rob the capitalist country ...... bankrupt."

"We believe in you!" Valya winked mischievously in the rearview mirror, Serov once said that in a state of boasting, no matter how unreliable the words are, the audience next to him should make a pleasing and convincing appearance to satisfy the vanity of the person concerned, Valya obviously listened to it, and now practiced it on her own man.

For Serov, in the Soviet Union, a country where supply and demand are not developed, receiving an absolutely high level of salary, how to spend it is a big problem, personally he himself has no desires, neither picks food, clothing nor an environment to have fun, and the only pursuit is to make his women live happily except for socialism.

Sable fur is the most expensive of the mink coats, sable is just a name, does not mean that the fur is purple, and is no stranger to mink Serov, because he himself lives in the coldest part of China, and in winter it is common to see people hanging out in mink coats. Slightly different from the situation in China, most of the Soviet Union was home to sables, so it was not as rare as later generations.

As early as a few years ago, Serov sent a telegram to the General Directorate of Internal Affairs of the Siberian region, hoping to get a batch of sable skins and send them to Italy to make mink skins for his own women to wear, and now they have been sent to the General Directorate of Military Administration. Since it was made in Italy, the cost skyrocketed, but it didn't matter! Serov is quite open in this regard, the ruble is no different from waste paper in his eyes, and he does not feel distressed about spending half a year's salary at a time, isn't it just four mink coats.

When Serov took back the mink coat two days later and put it on the two women with his own hands, the harvest from the two women was far more than moving: "Why don't you buy one for yourself!" Don't freeze yourself......" Valya, snuggled up to Serov, said sweetly.

"Why am I a spy wearing such a good outfit? No military demeanor! Serov put his ass on the side of the proletariat with righteousness and awe, and shed tears in his heart before he spoke, to put it bluntly, he had no money......

[Suddenly remembered that today is Christmas Eve, I wish you book friends a happy Christmas Eve, this chapter is my temporary completion of the newspaper, resumption, society, and meeting, I wish you a single Wang next year to have a family......]