The first three months of '92 were Da Mao's last return to light. All opportunities to save oneself are lost, and everything is irretrievable. It's not something that can be solved with the help of external forces, but it's rotten inside.

The Coalition has disintegrated, and its corpse will rot and stink, attracting a large number of scavengers. Anyone with a keen sense of smell is aware that a feast is about to begin.

Gaidar's reforms were a joke, as he privatized the Union's inheritance and distributed it among all its citizens.

Since the inheritance of the Union is estimated to be worth 1.5 trillion rubles, and the population of the Great Mao is almost 1.5 billion, each citizen is divided into 10,000 rubles of privatized securities.

Before the reform, 10 thousand rubles was a huge sum. But after the reform, 10,000 rubles can only buy a pair of shoes. Wealthy people buy privatized securities in the hands of the people at very low prices, and easily pocket state-owned assets.

What do ordinary people have in the whole process? Nothing. Let's get ready to eat the northwest wind.

This trick will be played until the end of 92, until Gaidar can no longer play it. He patted his ass and walked away, but he made a mess of the whole country, leaving a mess.

Chuikov has long been corrupted by money and power, but in the face of the deteriorating economic situation, he cannot sit still as a privileged class. All the upstarts are afraid of doing it again '8.19'.

In addition to continuing to ask for loans from the West, Da Mao is desperately trying to find ways to curb the rise in prices. But under the market economy, the West will not want the ruble like waste paper, let alone the 'backward' industrial products.

At the moment, the only people who can provide cheap goods are the flower growers—the others have the production capacity, but the prices are too expensive, and they are not willing to barter.

"We have a population of 150 million, most of whom live in Europe. A few hundred thousand tons of light industrial products a month is far from enough. It must be increased, tenfold hundredfold. ”

Market turmoil will lead to social unrest, and no one is immune to it.

Chuikov knew exactly who he should turn to to solve the problem of the supply of goods. It is not possible to rely on bureaucrats, it is slow, expensive and delayed, and it must be done by a reliable guy.

Then there is only the 'Holy Light' that has established a business reputation.

This is to meet the needs of a superpower.

Zhou Qingfeng was dizzy. It is not enough to recycle the household waste of the future, it is necessary to establish an actual production system.

But......

"No problem, I'll take care of it myself. Mobilize all sources of goods to meet your country's needs. I guarantee that the supply will definitely exceed half a million tons in April and one million tons in three months.

At the same time, I hope that you will open up more technical fields, provide more engineering staff and heavy industry products. For example, aerospace, military shipbuilding, heavy machinery, cutting-edge materials, and the peaceful use of nuclear energy, to name a few. ”

Every time Zhou Qingfeng made a request, Cui Kefu's face jumped once. What he mentioned was the high-tech field that the alliance had spent a lot of money on in the past few decades, and it was also the last home of the alliance.

The 'Holy Light' appetite was so great that it was obviously like a swallow.

Chuikov shook his head at this, "I only manage the Ministry of Aviation Industry, and it can only be opened within the scope of my authority." Otherwise......"

Zhou Qingfeng interrupted: "Either the 'Holy Light' will only keep the Ministry of Aviation Industry under your control, or it will push you to a higher position. ”

Cui Kefu was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything more. He changed his tune to discuss the details of the two sides to increase barter trade, and asked for the existing cooperation projects to be continued.

If you want to increase the supply, it is nothing more than a problem of production and transportation. Production is handled by the 'Holy Light', but transportation is facing bottlenecks.

The geopolitical environment of Da Mao is quite harsh. In fact, only the port of St. Petersburg can come in handy. All other ports are more or less fatally flawed.

But it's none of Uncle Zhou's business. The two discussed the details about the dawn, and Chuikov left.

Irene, who is the secretary, sends the latest report.

The Persians were in a hurry to place hundreds of millions of dollars in black market orders and demanded that they be delivered as soon as possible. The main of these are ten TF-30 turbofan engines, as well as avionics.

The shipment is ready, as long as the money is in place, let Marcos deliver it from Boryspil airport. Zhou Qingfeng hoped that Persia could hand over the other 'Tomcats' to him for repair, so that he could earn more.

In addition, the negotiations between Ma Qianshan and Madasic were very smooth, and the amount of cooperation in the first phase was exactly 100 million US dollars, and the start-up capital was 20 million.

Zhou Qingfeng sighed, and could only transfer the funds that had just arrived and send them to Madasic.

"Master, there are two things that I am afraid you will not be very happy to hear." Erin said this to make Zhou Qingfeng mentally prepared.

Zhou Qingfeng pinched his head and asked, "What's the bad thing?" ”

"The Americans judged that 'Holy Light' used illegal means to smuggle prohibited goods, and sanctioned us on the grounds of endangering national security."

"Uh-huh, I know about it."

The smuggling of 'Holy Light' has made great progress in the domestic manufacturing and electronics industries. I can't hide it. Eagle sauce was just an investigation at first, but the Ermao family was in a big mess, which directly detonated the contradiction.

General Chechevatov bit his own nuclear warhead and did not lose it, but refused to be verified by any external forces. Ying-chan couldn't grasp the handle of nuclear materials, so he put the smuggling matter on the table.

However, Zhou Qingfeng did not have any public transactions with Europe and the United States, and he didn't care.

"Because we were sanctioned, there was a hindrance in the matter of yen commercial loans. Watanabe said that Mitsui sent people to Tianyang to inspect and was very optimistic about the development of the group. But now they don't dare to take out loans. Unless ......"

"Unless what?"

"That's the second bad thing. HSBC in HK closed our accounts and froze tens of millions of dollars in assets of the group. ”

Boom......

Zhou Qingfeng slammed the desk of the office in annoyance, leaving a dent. He was angry and happy, "I can't deal with Eagle Sauce, I can't deal with a bank?" All cats and dogs have come running in front of me and jumping around. ”

Erin had expected this, rolled her eyes slightly, and continued: "'Mitsui' said that if we can't even solve the problem of the bank account, then they can't help it. ”

Zhou Qingfeng sneered, "Account? I don't open a bank, how can I solve the problem of the account? But I can solve the problem of the account.

Is that bastard eating the bear's heart and leopard gall? I haven't been to HK for a long time, have people forgotten me anywhere? If this goes unpunished, shouldn't they send someone to arrest me next time? ”

Erin sighed, "Master, you'd better calm down, killing a few people won't solve the problem." Maybe we'll have to think of something else. ”

Killing, of course, does not solve the complex problem of this branch-to-branch connection.

"If it's just to kill people, it's too cheap for HSBC, and I'm going to make the troublemakers behind me feel distressed to death this time." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and asked rhetorically: "Has HK's big thief Zhang Ziqiang made a big case recently?" ”

Erin shook her head, "After the master went to HK twice, the gang members were scared and fled for their lives. I've never heard of such a person appearing. ”

"It's okay, there is no Zhang Thief, and there is Zhou Thief. Tell Marcos to get ready, and send me a T-80U tank. ”