When the country collapses, there are holes from top to bottom. Zhou Qingfeng faced Cui Kefu, and Gong Wei faced low-level civil servants. The equipment that cost hundreds of millions of dollars to produce was sold for a fraction of a price.

Some don't even have a fraction of what they do.

Led by the petty bureaucrats of the Ministry of Aviation Industry, Gong Wei got to know a large number of low-level civil servants of the Mao Xiong family. They are in the same breath as each other, taking care of each other, and realizing as much power as possible that is about to be lost in their hands.

Gong Wei wanted to ask the president if he wanted to buy a batch of 'decommissioned' military vehicles from the former Warsaw Pact countries.

But when the phone called the hotel where the president stayed, Lin Wan, who stayed behind, said that the president had left, and everyone decided for themselves what the problem was. Anyway, I'm here to buy the bottom, so buy it if you can.

Now in Moscow, cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods are running around.

It's not just 'Holy Light' who wants to buy the bottom, there are people in Europe, the United States, Japan and South Korea. Even the Northern Stick Persian and the Third Brother are active, hoping to take a bite out of the corpse of the Alliance.

It was during this period that the missile technology of the North Stick was acquired.

But ......, Europe, the United States, Japan and South Korea have their own heavy industries, and they don't look down on Maozi's ordinary goods. For example, light and heavy trucks, which can be produced by themselves in various industrial countries, have better performance, so why do you want rough goods?

And like the North Stick, as soon as Maozi collapses, it becomes a poor ghost. If you can get a few missiles and a few carriers, you can get Amitabha. It's not easy to barter.

Is the north stick exchanged for coal and hair? Or did Persia exchange oil for wool? Maozi himself sells this. Traded in coal and oil, it can squirt salt soda all over the faces of these poor guys.

Some products, some businesses, can only be handled by 'Holy Light'. Only Zhou Qingfeng can get a transport plane, get a whole wagon, and complete large-scale cargo mobilization and transportation.

Otherwise, it will become the kind of embarrassment of 'Nande', and after five years of tossing and turning for 500 wagons, it will still be sold as a bunch of 'fake and shoddy' that are hated by people.

After the emergence of the 'Holy Light', it provided a huge demand and supply capacity, and Maozi's low-level civil servants simply threw off the control of the top and did business in tandem in private—lest the 'middlemen' make the difference.

Why did the oligarchs get all the oil and water, and the people at the bottom could only eat some leftovers? Everyone is stealing state assets, and no one is more noble than anyone else.

It was inconvenient for Cui Kefu's subordinates to contact Zhou Qingfeng, so they contacted Gong Wei - he wanted to sell at least tens of thousands of military vehicles to the 'Holy Light'.

From the one-ton payload 'Oaz' 452 off-road command vehicle to the 12-axle 24-wheel drive heavy missile carrier 'Maz' 7907, everything is needed.

Not only cars, but also low-level petty bureaucrats have all kinds of flying machines in their hands. From 'Miri' to 'Kamov', from 'Beriev' to 'Antonov'.

Large planes are not easy to handle, and formal channels are needed. But there are still many small planes that can be easily transported by the Mao Xiong family.

Besides, the Mao Xiong family has a huge territory, so why do they have to trade in Moscow? Regulation is weaker elsewhere. Kazan, Irkutsk, Siberia, and even the Far East.

Anyway, there is a fleet of Il-76s, where can it not be delivered?

The low-level bureaucrats really broadened Gong Wei's mind.

Some petty bureaucrats are very direct – give me 100,000 dollars, just 100,000. I'll tell you what is the unknown war storage warehouse in a certain place where birds don't.

The things in the warehouse are pulled casually, and there is no one to take care of the bottom anyway. If you don't get some money, the guards will starve to death.

The big bureaucrats of the hairy bear are rushing to sell themselves. The petty bureaucrats at the bottom should not look down on them, they should be even more unscrupulous. They know the situation, and the holes they dig can be very scary.

Gong Wei was frightened enough by the little 'moths' from all walks of life who came to contact. He doesn't have enough manpower, money and power to accept the surging black goods.

But at this critical juncture, Lin Wan said to Gong Wei, who came to ask for ideas, "The president doesn't know where to go." Before he left, we were bold, and we made our own decisions. ’

Hold up the bold, starve the faint-hearted.

Gong Wei didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he could only bring back a group of people from the visiting group wandering around to dock the black goods provided by the Maozi 'moths'.

At the same time, the little foreign girl Meghan also angrily asked Eagle Sauce's intelligence officers in Moscow, "The president of the 'Holy Light' disappeared from the hotel three days ago?"

Are you all pigs? I request that at least two agents monitor this person twenty-four hours a day. As a result, he disappeared for three days, and now he knows? ”

In a camouflage postal car outside the Nikolskaya Hotel, the little foreign girl stared angrily at several strong men in front of her.

Although Megan is dancing with her teeth and claws, her pink face is not a bit deterrent. The agents who faced her had all experienced bloody storms, and they were only expressionless and let her scold.

"Do you think I'm not high enough?" Meghan shouted, "I'm a senior DOD executive, I have the authority to direct you to work?" Do you want to quit your job or do you want to go home and eat? ”

The voice is sharp, but a few big men want to laugh. Everyone is professionally trained, and self-reliance is a basic quality. No one really takes the rookie from DOD in front of them too seriously.

His partner Daniel couldn't stand it anymore, waved his hand to let a few intelligence officers in Moscow leave, and then said to the little girl in a deep voice: "Michelle ......"

"My name is Meghan now."

"Okay, Megan." Daniel pulled a stool and sat down in front of the little girl to try to reassure, "It's very realistic to do intelligence. No one would listen to an unfamiliar superior, because it would kill someone. ”

"I have DOD authorization, why don't they stop me?"

The little foreign girl had a cold face and hated to death, "There is definitely something wrong with the company 'Holy Light', and its president is definitely shady." Why don't you take it seriously? ”

"Because the Cold War is over." Daniel also made a straight face and accentuated his tone, "Everyone respects you and your background.

But two months ago the Warsaw Pact was dissolved, and the whole of NATO breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how deep your background is, you're just a rookie. No one wants to go and find something for you.

The most important thing now is to ensure that the nuclear arsenal of the Soviets does not go wrong. As for the rest, who cares? Does DOD care? ”

The little Yangniu immediately retorted, "What if the 'Holy Light' is also eyeing the nuclear arsenal?" ”

"Then it also has a semi-official status, a representative of one of the five permanent members of the Security Council. If we do find evidence, we can resolve it diplomatically. But we didn't find anything.

The 'Holy Light' is reselling tobacco, clothing, and food every day. In exchange for trucks and passenger planes that are far less technologically advanced than those of the West. Are we going to stop this? ”

The little girl opened her mouth and closed her mouth with an uneven breath.

As a partner, Daniel gently patted her on the shoulder, ready to get out of the car to calm down the rookie with the senior title.

But the agent who had just left came back and said, "Miss Megan, the official of DOD thinks you are too idle." Have a job for you to do? ”

"What should I do?" The little girl asked.

"Go to Kyiv. You'll be the U.S. security officer for the Security Council's nuclear disarmament agreement, keeping an eye on tactical nuclear weapons over there. The agent smiled, as if to give the little girl a little punishment.