If it weren't for Zhou Qingfeng's trouble, Ermao would have won the 'World Misery Competition Champion' for more than 20 years in the future. There is a special word in the West to describe it - European brothel.

Fifty percent of Western tourists come to Ermao's house to do one thing, because it is a good place and a low price.

Sounds like a bad situation.

Let's not talk about 'nuclear weapons' and other nonsense. Thirty years later, on some websites where the URL cannot be mentioned, Ukrainian models are the cheapest.

A young lady with long legs who can dance ballet and is as beautiful as jade can take a set of pictures for only twenty dollars an hour. That's enough money to be robbed once in a black neighborhood in the United States.

In 90 years, Ermao's per capita GDP was 1,500 US dollars. Thirty years later, they are just breaking three thousand dollars. Considering that prices have skyrocketed over the years and the dollar has depreciated sharply, they are actually negative growth.

General Chechevatov also has mixed feelings for Zhou Qingfeng. If it weren't for this bastard, he would have returned to Moscow to become an idle dean of a military academy after the collapse of the Union.

But now, Your Excellency is an important cornerstone of national security and stability. Everyone has to give the general a smile, lest he be ruthless and pull everyone to the funeral.

In September, Uncle Zhou was making trouble in the Kiev Military Region, and after the world was turned upside down, he patted his ass and left. His Excellency the General was roasted on the fire, and he was in a dilemma.

Money, there is no one.

There is no money at all.

Unlike politicians on the streets, Your Excellency the General has no brains. He is well aware that force is fundamental to ensuring his own life, and the economy is fundamental to maintaining force.

Now the woolly bear is dead, and the big hair, the second hair, the third hair, and the miscellaneous hairs are separated. Every family has no food left, and no one can take care of anyone.

After hurriedly ascending to the throne, His Excellency the General tried his best to gather the military strength of the Ermao family first, and when he looked around, he first asked Europe and the United States for money, saying that he would stabilize the regional situation.

With the wings of the Tu-160 flapping, Europe and the United States should send some money, lest the situation really end and it will not end. With the money, Your Excellency the General breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and was about to settle accounts with Zhou Qingfeng.

"There are more than 20 nuclear warheads missing from Lao Tzu's nuclear maintenance warehouse, and you are definitely the devil. If you don't want to be hunted down by the world, hurry up and get the nuclear warhead back. ”

His Excellency did not dare to use any means of communication such as radio, for fear of being eavesdropped. He sent his adjutant to Moscow and blocked Zhou Qingfeng at the Nikolskaya Hotel.

For the first time, the adjutant brought a message from the general, sternly threatening Zhou Qingfeng to return the nuclear bomb. Uncle Zhou doesn't bird each other at all - there is a kind of you tell the world to see who is finished first?

The adjutant's attitude quickly softened, and it was too late to hide the nuclear bomb, and if he made it public, he was asking for trouble for himself. He asked Zhou Qingfeng to give money to settle the situation.

Uncle Zhou slapped his pocket and said very blisterly: "If you can squeeze oil out of a miser like me, I am very good at you!" ”

But things can't just be left at that, right?

If they could face each other, General Chechevatov would have shot Zhou Qingfeng a hundred times. Can't let this bastard go no matter what.

But Zhou Qingfeng only said one sentence, "Is barter trade done?" I produce light industrial products, and you produce heavy industrial products. ”

The adjutant immediately brushed his sleeves away.

The last time there was an accident was because of the 'barter trade', and it ended up attracting a troublemaker. Now he dares to mention this stubble again, the general and the adjutant are 'tolerable, which is unbearable'.

From the end of September to the end of December, General Chechevatov was busy stabilizing the situation and cleaning up the mess. Zhou Qingfeng was also busy digging corners in Da Mao's house, and the two sides only contacted once.

Huff.

When the 91 year was about to pass, on the day of the official dissolution of the Union, the general sent his adjutant again.

Marcose led people into Zhou Qingfeng's suite, closed the door, and personally guarded the door. In the room, Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a wine bottle and two glasses, and pointed to the small living room of the suite.

"You may be seated, Your Excellency Lviv, and I hope we can talk about something useful this time."

The wine bottle and glass were placed on the glass table, and Zhou Qingfeng poured a glass for both sides. The strong smell of whiskey overflowed, but the adjutant stared at him coldly and did not touch the glass.

"How is Your Excellency the Admiral?"

"You don't know if you read the news."

"I've been busy lately, so I haven't paid attention to you."

"yes, you've been busy lately. You're the busiest broker in all of Moscow. Just ask around and you'll hear your name. ”

Zhou Qingfeng laughed when he heard this, and sat down on the sofa. His 'cursed coin' was destroyed by the goddess, and there was no way to continue corrupting people.

But many times there is no need for any 'curse', and people themselves are corrupted.

In fact, the 'Holy Light' does not have much foreign exchange, and it is also used on the blade. Considering the current turbulent situation, Zhou Qingfeng mostly took the lower-level route and used physical objects to win people over.

It is easy to accumulate fame by taking the lower route, and the adjutant will only meet and ridicule Zhou Qingfeng as the largest broker in Moscow at present, and the number of visitors to the 'Holy Light' has recently exceeded 500, and it has really penetrated into every corner of Moscow.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't care about this, but Mr. Adjutant didn't have time to chat with him. Because General Chechevatov was a little unable to sit still.

After the chaos in September, the general faced a mess in the ascendant. In addition to his urgent need for money, he also needs to solve the living problems of his subordinates. But the little money that the West has aided can only send beggars.

Don't look at Ermao's poor family, the price is particularly high. It's obviously the 'breadbasket of Europe', but it turns out that even food is very expensive.

Here again, the black wool bear - the Union's agriculture has been a tragedy for a long time, and 35 million to 40 million tons of food are wasted every year.

The bureaucracy is serious and the management capacity is really terrible.

Odessa is an important port city of Ermaojia, with a warm climate and four distinct seasons, and it is also a good crop producing area, and it has long used railways to transport vegetables and fruits to Moscow.

The vegetables that can be washed and shiny when they are loaded into the truck are basically rotten when they are transported to Moscow. Either the shipment was delayed, or it was brutally operated. This kind of thing will be hammered to death for other countries.

The bureaucracy in Moscow never felt that there was anything wrong. Even if all the vegetables are rotten, it is also a 'normal wear and tear' caused by force majeure.

Anyway, in the statistical report, the output of vegetables is gratifying, and the railway capacity is also increasing. As for whether it can be eaten after it arrives, it has nothing to do with the bureaucracy.

Although the alliance has collapsed, the bureaucracy is still the same people. The social status quo will not be better because of this, it will only get worse. The current situation is that the prices of the Ermao family have risen, and the little money that has been aided by the West is simply not enough.

Not only in terms of food, but also in everything else that is needed in life. The West does not need Ermao's heavy industrial products, whether it is aircraft, ships or vehicles.

The whole business system is difficult to maintain, and the situation is about to be turbulent again. Your Excellency finally remembered that there seemed to be a way for you to 'barter'.

Asking for money, no.

Not a penny.

But I want goods, all kinds of daily necessities.

If I have anything at home, you can do it. Anyway, find a way to get what I want, and hurry up and keep the high prices down, otherwise my subordinates will rebel again.