No matter how big the grand cause is, it must be carried out in a down-to-earth manner.

In line with the concept that talents are rare and do not need to be used in vain, Zhou Qingfeng drew a circle in the office and kicked Ryuji Fujita, who has not been active in work recently, to the Novosibirsk city of Da Mao's family.

Fujita really wanted to cry to death, he didn't dare to return to Japan because he was investigated by the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Special Search Department, and he wanted to be Xu Shu in the Hanzhong Branch, so naturally he was deducted with a bad attitude.

Uncle Zhou said that the kick is a real kick.

If Fujita was given another chance, he would never have dared - the word Novosibirsk sounded desolate and cold, and if he went there, he would not be exiled.

Not really.

Novosibirsk, located in the middle of the Great Mao, is an important heavy industry manufacturing base with strong R&D advantages in machine tool manufacturing, aero engines, railway locomotives, etc.

For example, Novosibirsk State Technical University, formerly known as the 'Institute of Electrical Engineering', sounds like a third-rate college, but it is actually the research and development site of the Union Heavy Machine Tools.

The city's heavy-duty machine tool complex is the largest manufacturer of planers and boring machines in the alliance. Its equipment is designed for the machining of oversized workpieces, such as the wings of large bombers, or the fuel tanks of heavy launch vehicles.

Xiao Jinlang has been in Maozi's university since last year, and the Novosibirsk State Technical University has also been stuffed with 2,000 people, focusing on flying machinery and automation.

Fujita was asked to examine the value of large companies in Novosibirsk from another perspective by Japanese standards.

"This is ridiculous!"

Fujita had to fly from Hanzhong to the imperial capital, and from there to Novosibirsk. He couldn't wait to jump the moment he boarded the plane.

"The purpose of sending a Japanese to the Russians' territory is to serve the flower growers. I was asked to carry out such a stupid mission, and I might as well be sent to a hard labor camp. ”

Life's chances are so magical.

After more than ten hours, Fujita set off in the morning and landed in the third largest city of the Da Mao family late at night. He and a dozen inspectors went to the airport hall and found that the place was closed after work, except for customs.

The terminal was empty, not even a ghost. It's really strange that there are such airports in the world. The team leader made a phone call, and an hour later a minibus drove outside the terminal.

The skinny driver lowered the window and shouted loudly at the expedition team hiding in the terminal in disgusted English: "'Holy Light' expedition? Are you guys OK? ”

Not ok at all.

In June, the temperature in Novosibirsk is between ten and twenty degrees, and it drops to around four or five degrees at night, which is still a little cold. Fujita followed the expedition team into the broken car, greeted each other in English, and bowed slightly.

"It's Japanese, isn't it?"

"Yes. My name is Fujita. ”

"Oh, only Japanese people bow when they meet. My name is Valentin. ”

The driver of Maozi is quite enthusiastic and introduces himself to everyone. He also explained why he came so late.

"I went to a friend's house for a few drinks and forgot about you. But luckily for you, I was awake when I called. ”

No one can accept this explanation, including Fujita. In the evening, the members of the delegation were tired and sleepy, eager to stay in a hotel to rest, and no one answered.

The broken middle bus played the noisy music of the Maozi underground band, with a clangling sound, and drove all the way into the city. The hotel that can be booked suddenly does not have enough rooms and is missing one.

As a last resort, the delegation must have someone to stay in another hotel. This person is Fujita, and he can only follow Valentin to board the broken middle bus again.

This time, Barry was empty, marching in a strange country, a strange city, and a strange street.

A haggard Fujita sat next to the driver's seat with his luggage. Valentin drove the car, turned off the music, turned his head and said 'I'm sorry'.

Fujita's English is very poor, and he can't speak modestly and is not interested. He hung his head and replied, 'It's okay.'"

"Why do you work for Holy Light as a Japanese?"

"You look skinny, not at all Russian."

The two of them talked about the same chicken and duck, and they both let out a wry smile. It was still a long way from another hotel, and Valentin casually talked about himself.

"We're in a bad situation, and it's hard to find a job. Many factories had no orders and no raw materials, so they had to shut down.

There is nothing in the market, but the banks are bursting, and everyone wants to exchange their rubles for dollars or whatever.

I'm lucky, I know a little English, and the Light hired me. So I can still support my family. A lot of people don't have that much luck. ”

Speaking of this, Valentin pointed out the car window, "Look at those people. ”

I don't know what street the broken bus is passing by, and there are seven or eight people crooked on the side of the road. There were also people leaning against the wall, dressed decently, but they didn't come home at night.

"Lying on the ground are homeless people, and sitting are white-collar workers who have come to the city to look for work. They had nowhere to live, so they had to find a random place to spend the night. ”

The word 'white-collar worker' aroused Fujita's interest, and he looked up at the car window and saw that there was a young girl among the people sleeping, "Why?" They sleep like this, are they safe? ”

"Okay." Valentin shrugged his shoulders, "Now that everyone has no money, it's hard to find a job. It's really hard. Those who could go to Moscow were gone, and only those who couldn't leave remained.

People in the countryside have no money to buy fertilizer and gasoline, not even seeds. People's savings were wiped out and they had to go to the city to survive.

But the city is no better, Moscow doesn't care about us at all. We can only live by selling our inherent assets, and we can sustain our economy by the 'Holy Light'. Isn't it ridiculous? ”

A few simple words, full of bitter self-deprecation. Valentin spoke quickly, constantly using gestures to strengthen his tone, but the words were easy to understand.

Fujita didn't expect to hear this, and he asked Valentin to pay attention to driving. Valentin was too loud to hear clearly, and asked him what he had said.

"Nothing." Fujita shook his head gloomily, thinking of Japan's current poor economy. He was a little glad that the situation in his country was not so bad that the society collapsed, and took the initiative to ask: "You are a driver for the 'Holy Light'?" ”

"No, I'm a thug of the Holy Light, and driving is just a side hustle."

Fujita thought he had misheard, and the word 'thug' didn't match Valentin's emaciated appearance.

Valentin chuckled, "You can't think of what I'm doing for the Light?" I'm really a thug, specializing in dealing with the scattered people who grow flowers, especially those who sell fakes.

The Light is very domineering and does not like people to ruin their reputation. However, many flower growers come to us to do business, and many of the goods they sell are of very poor quality.

For example, last year, someone sold a down jacket that was not down or straw, which would freeze to death if it was worn on the body. This kind of businessman, we catch one when we see one.

The Light employs a lot of people like me to do this kind of thing. We are like dogs, running around the city every day. There are some things that the big guys can't solve, but just look for us. ”

Valentin was quite proud of his work, turned his head to look at Fujita, and asked, "What kind of company do you think 'Holy Light' is?" ”

Fujita was stunned, and after a long time, he spat out a Japanese word, "Godzilla." ”

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