The contract signed between Destiny and the Ukrainian government is actually a simple intention to buy steel.

Only in this way will they temporarily hide from the eyes of the Americans and low-key get the opportunity to meddle in the Ulyanovsk at a relatively cost-effective price.

But for Elena, it doesn't make much sense whether it's special steel or gold steel, what she needs is a precision-assembled steel throne, not a pile of industrial scrap stacked on top of each other.

This is the largest plan in the history of the wizarding world, and at this point, it is actually only half of the way.

The most important task at the moment is to find a way to convince Mr. Makarov, who is the director of the Black Sea Shipyard, to restart the assembly of the Ulyanovsk, for which Elena has deduced at least ten theories.

If it really doesn't work, reset the file a few more times, and find a way to draw the old factory director into the same front as her.

As for the common coercion methods in the wizarding world, such as the Imperius Curse, the Confusion Charm, and the Drill Heart Curse......

In the girl's view, these are all crooked methods that only unpopular terrorists will use.

On this point, Elena agrees with Grindelwald that the threat of death and pain is not effective for everyone, especially for companions.

Moreover, in such a delicate and large-scale project, it is not a wise choice to use violent means to bring to the knees of the person in charge of the overall construction.

Elena doesn't want to go out of her way and end up with a work full of loopholes and pitfalls.

While thinking about the next conversation, Elena and the others walked to the shipyard's director's office and knocked on the door.

"Please come in. ”

There was only one person in the room, none other than Makarov, whom Elena had seen before.

"Hmm, are you all up to something......

Makarov removed his reading glasses from the bridge of his nose, put down the document he had read several times, and looked up at the door in confusion.

Obviously, the old man at this time no longer remembered seeing Elena some time ago.

It's a quirky combination he's never seen before.

At the head of the group was a little foreign Lori who didn't look as tall as his granddaughter, and an old foreign gentleman with a grim face, and behind the two of them were a bunch of old people of his age, wearing black high-necked trench coats.

I don't know why, Yuri Ivanovich Makarov vaguely felt that it seemed that he had seen them in front of him somewhere.

But in retrospect, he didn't have a clue - it was indeed the first time he had seen these foreigners.

Elena looked around the office, there was no one else in the room, and there was no fixed camera installed.

But even so, the girl turned her head, looked at Grindelwald with a wink, and whispered.

"Please, grandpa, we need to be quiet. ”

"No problem!" Grindelwald smiled slightly, his cane tapping lightly on the ground.

The next moment, an invisible magical barrier enveloped the entire office, and all electronic devices let out a crackling sound and fell to a standstill.

As Elena had guessed, there was no shortage of strange electronic devices in the office of an old man of this level.

Unfortunately, they are faced with magic.

"Hello, I'm Deresa Apokalis from Destiny...... Presumably, you have received an official document from the Ukrainian government regarding the dismantling of the Ulyanovsk for scrap sale. ”

Elena smiled slightly, put a contract in front of the old factory director, and snapped her fingers lightly.

Whoa—

A wizard standing behind the girl waved his wand, and with a loud sound, the blinds around the room were neatly drawn, blocking out all prying eyes from the outside world.

Makarov's pupils shrank slightly, and his fingers flicked on the table, not touching the pistol in the drawer.

In any case, at least the vendors who came through an impeccable formal process would be laughing at if they overreacted just because of something unusual—not to mention that the situation was useless at the moment.

"I already know about your company's acquisition of scrap steel. Rest assured, the Nikolaev shipyard will carry out the dismantling of the Ulyanovsk as soon as possible and will not worry you for too long......"

Makarov glanced at the contract on the table, a touch of humiliation and pain appeared on his face, and said in a deep voice.

"Even without this order, the shipyard is ready to dismantle the Ulyanovsk to make room for the next few orders - that's what you're here for, right? Rest assured, it's not going to be finished. ”

In this period of global economic downturn, there will be Norwegian shipbuilders who order high orders for large merchant ships at one time, and at the same time, it also happens that foreign companies want to buy scrap steel after the dismantling of aircraft carriers, all of which have happened in just one month, and Makarov knows very well what it means.

In fact, not only Makarov, but also those high-ranking officials in Kyiv are well aware of the driving force behind all this.

It's just that the Cold War is over, and neither Ukraine nor Russia has any reason to compete with the huge US Navy for maritime supremacy.

"On the contrary, in fact the plans may change slightly. ”

Elena smiled slightly, stepped forward and took the initiative to open the contract that was placed in front of Makarov.

"Dear Comrade Makarov, I wonder what is lacking if the Ulyanovsk is to be completed?"

"Done, I said, it's impossible...... Wait, what did you just call me?!"

Makarov shook his head, and was about to subconsciously refuse, when he was suddenly stunned.

"Time is limited, so I suggest you read the contract and listen to my explanation. ”

Elena did not continue to explain, but tapped the document spread out in front of the old man in the former Soviet Union with her fingers, and her delicate little face seemed to be shrouded in a hazy glimmer, and she whispered calmly.

"The contract in front of you is not exactly the same as what the Ukrainian government has handed you down. ”

"First of all, the deal with this contract is not for the Republic of Ukraine, but for the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics...... and the people, faith, and civilization it once was. ”

"You know, we didn't snatch this order from the Americans, but we didn't want to tear her up for scrap. I hope that you and all of you at the Nikolaev shipyard will restart Slipway Zero and let the red-blooded child be born into this world – the ocean will never belong only to the Stars and Stripes. ”

"What do you think?"

"My dear...... Davaris!"