Armenia, a small country in the heart of the Caucasus, July 2014.

The three-party joint meeting initiated by the Asian Communist Party has been in session for three days, and representatives of the three GCD factions split from the original Asian Communist Party sat together and sprayed saliva for three whole days. If nothing else, the so-called reintegration plan will be another failure. Like countless meetings over the years, they couldn't have achieved anything constructive except for saliva and rubbish like wine bottles, peels and pits.

The Asian Communist Party developed from the Soviet Communist Party after the collapse of the former Soviet Union, and in the early days, it could still hold together, but after 99 years, due to power struggles and political struggles, coupled with the continuous deterioration of the external environment, it was successively divided into three different parties. They are the Communist Party of Asia, which claims to inherit the Soviet Socialist Republic and the Communist Party established in 1920, the Communist Party of Asia, which claims to be the "constructive opposition" of the authorities, and the Communist Party of Asia.

There are also some of the original people who simply jumped out and formed an Armenian Democratic Party, which can be regarded as finding another way and opening a base.

But no matter which branch it is, from the day of reconstruction to the present twenty years ago, there has been little achievement in the political map of Armenia. It has never won more than 5 percent of seats in parliament, and in recent years it has simply become less and less visible.

It is not that the Asian Communist Party is without opportunities for its rise and revitalization. In 2008, when the financial crisis swept the world, the liberal tide that swept across the continent between Europe and Asia was mercilessly caricatured, and the beacon of democracy that countries had touted for more than a decade fully exposed their shortcomings and essences. As a result, these countries that were first instigated by the United States to successfully carry out color revolutions have set off a wave of resurgence of communism.

But four or five years later. This trend, which many are optimistic about, has not made any progress. It was a thousand miles away. Georgia, to the north, was the most vulnerable to the counterattack. During Saakashvili's eight years in power, the total number of Georgian people who tossed the total from the 83,000-strong party to only 3,000 stragglers remained.

The ACP is no better, but it is better because of the country's unique geographical location, with a feud Turkey to the west, a territorial dispute with the YSL country Azerbaijan to the east, and Iran to the south. The economy is backward and the development is slow.

However, because of this, Armenia has no operational value, so it has not been taken too seriously by the United States, and has been praised as a beacon of democracy and a model of freedom in the Caucasus like Georgia. The vast number of Georgian people are extremely intoxicated and proud of this "great achievement", but they completely ignore that not only has their living conditions not improved, but all the benefits of economic growth have been divided among the oligarchs and politicians, and the "rich, democratic, and modern way of life like the West" has not been accompanied by the stripping of the socialist system in the former Soviet Union, but on the contrary, the people have ushered in the deterioration of the country's economic situation and their lives have become more difficult.

Armenia has been less affected by the liberal trend, and its citizens have not yet been brainwashed to the point that "as long as democracy and freedom do not need milk bread". This provides a rare soil for the survival of the Asian Communist Party.

However, even so, the size of the Asian Communist Party is now only about 13,000. And it is also divided into this virtue.

In the past two decades, the CPA has tried more than once to integrate into one, but all of them have failed. The reason for this is not complicated, one is that the theories they pursue are outdated and backward, or the rigid system of the former Soviet Union, which has been smeared and demonized by Western propaganda, and even to the point that the people of the Caucasus countries immediately raise their vigilance as soon as they hear the word communist, what can they do to make people believe in you and support you? Second, all party members have made little achievements in the country's economic construction, and they cannot prove that the so-called superiority they preach is real and feasible. The third is that the entire party is poor and does not have enough funds to support the election and war activities.

With these three chronic diseases that cannot be cured, it is simply impossible for the Asian Communist Party to come to power in a decent manner. The CPSU's set of methods of holding meetings, firing guns, arguing and arguing with people is all high, and the fighting in the nest is very happy, which greatly consumes the original little vitality.

If this continues, it is certain that it will not take a few years, and even if there is no suppression by external forces, the disappearance of the Asian Communist Party will be an inevitable result.

This time, the three parties gathered together in a pile of routine quarrels, taking turns on the stage to make long and boring big words, clichés, and nonsense, and the people below slowly drank small wine, ate melon seeds and ate fruits, and when they were bored, they went out for a stroll and smoked a cigarette, and when they were tired, they hugged their arms and slept comfortably in the chair, which was called a comfort.

Old Nikolaev also took part in the meeting. He is one of the elders of the Asian Communist Party, although he is usually not obvious, but the big guys know that this old guy's foundation is hard enough. Not to mention anything else, the funds for this meeting were raised by him, and no matter what, his position could not be missing.

Of course, Lao Maozi never reached out to mix with the seats in the front row, and did not compete with them for the decision-making power of party affairs, which is also likable, and this style of just giving money and not having the right to speak must continue to be maintained.

However, Nikolaev behaved differently today. He used to hold a large stainless steel thermos cup filled with red-label vodka, sipping from time to time, closing his eyes and hanging the curtain as if he were asleep -- this is the rare appearance of attending meetings.

But today, he has replaced it with a stainless steel flask, which is at least three-quarters smaller in terms of weight alone. Then, from the first second of the meeting, sit upright, and leave for a minute in the whole agenda, except for a break and a meal break. Although he occasionally raised the flask to take a sip, most of the time he stared at a pair of old eyes and listened expressionlessly, not sketching a few strokes in a small notebook.

This scene is so abnormal that the people speaking on the rostrum can't see it, so it is inevitable to pay more attention to it. Fortunately, they are already familiar with clichés and quarrels, and they don't need to think about it at all, and they won't say the wrong word even if they are distracted.

"What's wrong with this old guy? The inexplicable appearance seems to be very profound, and I don't understand. ”

The hearts of politicians are extremely sensitive, and the leaders and backbones of the three parties are the same. It's all important to walk in your head. And after going back, send someone out to inquire around. See if there are any unknown changes.

As a result, it seems to be the same as usual, and there is nothing to worry about.

Seeing that the meeting was coming to an end, most of the party members below had already begun to pack up their things and prepare to disperse. Some of the most outrageous, even began to whisper head-to-ear discussions about where to go for a drinking party tonight to celebrate. The party congress ended successfully, so why not hold a more decent event to commemorate it? Anyway, there is still money left. Instead of keeping those guys in the front row to be corrupt and wasteful, it is better to spend them all and get wet with rain and dew, so as to reflect the superiority of socialism!

Big talk at the top, small talk at the bottom, buzzing like an oversized hornet's nest.

Nikolaev's eyebrows twisted into a pimple, and the flask, which was held in the air, paused, slowly lowered, and finally slammed on the table with a "bang".

The delegates who spoke on the rostrum and the people around them were taken aback and gathered their eyes one after another. Guessing what crazy this old guy is doing! Everyone is talking well, you old thing is inexplicably making some noise to disrupt the order of the meeting?!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone. I saw Lao Maozi standing up slowly, and after his body, which looked very nonexistent in the past, straightened up, he actually showed a majestic momentum that he had never seen before. The two cloudy eyes released a cold light that was intimidating, and everywhere he passed, the mouths that were spewing out all kinds of ridicule and dissatisfaction were closed one after another, and a fierce and murderous aura spread around him, and soon silenced the huge venue!

At this time, many people suddenly remembered that the old man Nikolaev was not only a veteran of the Asian Communist Party, but also an underground king who was born in the powerful department of the former Soviet Communist Party and controlled a lot of power in Eurasia and West Asia! Whether in Europe or the Caucasus, there are illegal organizations and businesses created by this old guy, and there are thousands of forces at his disposal!

Over the years, he has existed as a provider of funds and a manager of party property, and has not been involved in the struggle for power within the party. But no one can despise his existence, and no one can take his place.

It's not that no one is jealous of the wealth he has in his hands and tries to challenge his position, but without exception all of them have evaporated from the world.

Today, the old guy is going to talk! Who dares to stop it?

Many young party members who did not know the inside story all stared! It was as if they had discovered a new continent, and for the first time they knew that there was such a special being in their own organizational system! There is no need to say a word or a sentence, just the most ordinary action of standing up, just a look around, can actually shut up the old fritters who have been noisy for several days!

What a fun thing to do! Could it be that he is a big man who exists like the godfather of the mafia?! It's so much fun!

Well, today's young people have grown up watching blockbusters in Europe and the United States, and the leaders in their minds are not people with this temperament? The hairless old gangsters on the stage and in the front row, except for talking nonsense, can't see any lethality and prestige, and it's disgusting to be boring.

I didn't expect a golden arowana to come out of the fishy and erosive dung pit, and now there is a good show!

Hundreds of delegates in the venue had their own ghosts, staring wide-eyed as Lao Maozi slowly turned out and walked up to the rostrum step by step. Although the delegate who was interrupted was full of annoyance, his heart was beating wildly by his boiling momentum, and he did not dare to spit out half a word of rebuke, so he could only barely smile and ask: "Comrade Nikolaev, do you have any opinion to express?" I'm going to end it in a moment, you can. ”

He didn't notice at all that from the moment the old guy stood up, the person presiding over the meeting and the party leaders below him didn't bother to stop or ask questions. What he said is not superfluous!

Lao Maozi glanced him up and down in disgust, snorted in his nostrils, and didn't take a stand, turned around, stretched his two thick arms on the table, and leaned down with difficulty with his barrel-like waist, aimed at the microphone, and shouted angrily: "You guys, have you messed around enough!?" ”

In the speakers around the venue, the heavy words that seemed to be spewing out of the subwoofer buzzed and echoed, shaking everyone's heads as if they had been hammered hard, and all selfish distractions were blown to pieces and scattered!

The party-stick politicians in the front row and on the rostrum were dumbfounded! They were all shocked and excited by the word "nonsense" in Lao Maozi's words!

The three major backbones and leaders representing 13,000 party members, with an incomparably great sense of mission and responsibility, gathered together to discuss major matters that determine the fate of the country and the nation.

You are an old guy who only attends the audience and has no right to speak, rudely interrupting other people's important speeches, snatching the microphone and filling your mouth with firewood, this is "nonsense"!

No matter how thick-skinned the politicians are, some face-bearing issues related to themselves must be maintained, and the leaders of the three major parties, whose faces are extremely ugly, exchanged glances one after another, and a younger deputy stood up, glared at Nikolaev and asked solemnly: "How can you, comrade, speak like this?" How significant is the significance of the three-party joint meeting, how can you make groundless and wanton criticism without regard for the overall situation? As an old party member, your behavior is very inappropriate! I think you should apologize to everyone for this and make a deep review! ”

There were scattered echoes around them, but their voices were honestly not loud enough at all, and many of them deliberately blocked their mouths, and no one knew whether they said it or not.

Nikolaev unceremoniously pointed at the man from a distance and shouted: "You shut up Lao Tzu!" ”

Far away, the young deputy, who was about forty years old, felt an invisible murderous aura rushing towards him, as if an angry polar bear was staring at him, and he couldn't help but shiver, his body trembled, and he sweated profusely!

The noise that had just come out suddenly came to an abrupt end, and wherever the old man's fierce gaze swept by, people lowered their heads to dodge, for fear of being targeted by this sudden outbreak of the old guy.

Nikolaev sneered disdainfully, and sighed secretly in his heart. It turned out that the so-called comrades he had always pinned his hopes on were nothing more than a group of political bastards who were fierce and inward-looking, and in terms of backbone and courage, they were not as good as those gangsters who fought for turf with knives in the chaotic streets and alleys of European cities! It is simply whimsical and ridiculous to expect such a bunch of waste and cowards to revive the great Soviet cause!

Luckily, he doesn't need to put up with these bastards anymore, starting today, starting now!

Lao Maozi took a deep breath and said solemnly: "I came here to announce one thing." From now on, I will resign from my position as chairman of the Party Property Management Committee and deputy head of the joint construction group of the Asian Communist Party. Alekseevna reigned succession. ”

After saying that, he ignored everyone's shocked looks, pushed the table away and turned to leave.

There was a five-second silence in the room, and then it exploded! Several party leaders jumped up in annoyance and shouted: "What are you kidding?!" Can important positions in the party be decided at will? We disagree! ”

Talking and talking, the noise and doubts are mixed into a pot of porridge!

At this moment, the door of the conference room "bang" with a loud bang, as if it had been hit by a battering ram, suddenly opened to both sides, and "banged" on the wall, shaking the ground of the venue for a while, and a large amount of dust was sprinkled on it!

The sound was loud enough to silence the noise in the conference room once again. Everyone hurriedly looked over, and saw two columns of big men in camouflage military uniforms pouring in like a tide, seeing that the number was full of forty or fifty, starting from the door to quickly occupy the important position of the three corridors to the rostrum, and turned around and stood still.

A tall, majestic figure walked in at the end, casting a palpitating shadow under the snowy lights of the corridor behind!

Everyone involuntarily held their breath, stared wide-eyed and carefully distinguished, and found that the face that gradually became clear was a one-eyed woman with short hair!

Some well-informed people suddenly exclaimed: "It's the 'Slavic she-bear' Leoni!" (To be continued......)