Ukraine, Nikolaev Shipyard.

After a long silence, the old director's slightly trembling voice finally broke the silence.

“...... This is, treason. ”

Makarov closed the contract, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said heavily.

The contract now in front of him is not just an order for the purchase of warships, but also contains Ukraine's grain statistics for this year, the per capita consumption of the people, and the reserves of light industrial products......

The form was far more serious than he had imagined, and it reminded Makarov of the famine decades earlier.

Even if he is not a professional macro analyst, he can clearly foresee the impending disaster in this land and the difficult life of the people living in this land.

In fact, there were already such disturbing signs in the city at this time - there were always long queues in front of bakeries, all kinds of livestock meat began to become priceless, and eggs and fish became luxury goods for the common people.

And at this time, an irresistible demonic temptation was placed in front of him.

Makarov didn't know what the final result would be when he signed this contract, but he had to admit that compared to cold money, this order with food and hope attached to it was too difficult for people to refuse.

In fact, even just the fulfillment of her request could shake Makarov's heart.

"Treason, perhaps. The premise is that you define where your first home country is, and whether you are on the side of the people or the bureaucrats when the top of the country betrays their people. ”

"As for the treason you are talking about, it seems to me that the politicians who helped the Americans to dismantle the Ulyanovsk and sat back and watched the corruption of capital plunge the country into famine...... It's called real treason, isn't it?

Elena shrugged her shoulders unmoved, her lake-blue eyes staring directly into the old man's face and whispering.

"But don't worry, this is not a threat, even if you finally reject our proposal, the Destiny Group will still meet the food consumption in the former Soviet Union as much as possible according to the market price of the former Soviet Union - of course, the payment to the workers is also in the form of a mixed payment of rubles and potatoes in this supplementary contract. ”

"You're going to pay according to this anyway?"

Makarov frowned and looked at the little girl in front of him with some dismay, "Even if we dismantle it into scrap steel, will the aid and benefits attached to it still be honored?"

"Yes, as I said, it's not a deal. ”

Elena nodded lightly and replied with a smile, "Regarding the deposit on the Ulyanovsk, we have already paid it to the Ukrainian government, and as a reputable businessman, I have never bothered to sign any yin and yang contracts." All you have in your hands is a special teardown plan and an additional supplemental agreement. ”

"You're not trying to say, these ......"

Makarov picked up the thick document and shook it, a look of strangeness appeared on his face, "You have worked so hard to get this order, and the purpose of coming here today is to send us food and money for no reason?"

"It can be understood that if the negotiations break down in the end. ”

Elena thought for a moment and spread her hands helplessly.

"We don't have to watch you starve to death, and the potatoes have a shelf life, so it's a good deal for us to sell them and pay for them - well, maybe we'll earn less. ”

“...... Who the hell are you, and what do you want?"

Makarov pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, and stared into Elena's eyes with blazing eyes.

He had never seen such a one-sided supplementary contract that would be honored regardless of the outcome, and this kind of lucky thing like pie in the sky was not at all in line with a company that profited in the capital market.

"Nothing! I don't seem to want anything other than the big ship outside. As for our ......"

Elena glanced at Makarov, paused for a second or two, and said meaningfully.

"You can see us as a ghost, a ghost that wanders over Europe. ”

"One, a ghost who wants to be a savior?"

Makarov's eyes flickered, and he repeated softly.

Call...... This time, the right plot line has finally arrived.

Hearing Makarov's answer, Elena breathed a sigh of relief and made a gesture with her little hand behind her back, telling the old wizards next to her who were about to cast the Oblivion Charm not to act rashly - and at the same time, remember this save time.

"No, you're wrong. ”

Elena smiled and shook her head, clearing her throat and humming a slow melody softly.

"There has never been a savior, neither by God nor by Caesar......"

"It is up to us to create human happiness ...... our own"

"We want to regain the fruits of our labor and let our minds break out of the cage......"

As the girl's first note sounded, Makarov's eyes began to drift, and he involuntarily began to hum along with the girl in a low voice - this song, this melody...... He was all too familiar.

"Burn the fire red, and strike while the iron is hot to bear fruit......"

"This is the last struggle, united until tomorrow......

"Internachonel must achieve ......"

"This is the last struggle, united until tomorrow......

"Internachonel must achieve ......"

After just a few minutes of international singing, the old man of the former Soviet Union was already full of tears.

Makarov was silent for a moment, calmed down his agitation a little, solemnly straightened his clothes, reopened the document in front of him, and after carefully reading it for a few minutes, shook his head regretfully.

"I'm sorry, but even if I were willing to help you finish her, I wouldn't be able to hide it from everyone. ”

The old man sighed, a hint of reluctance on his face.

"Give up, we can only save the construction drawings as much as possible. But Ulyanovsk, it's just too big. The satellites in the sky, the inspectors of the government, we can't fool them for too long, unless they are all blind......"

"Magic. ”

"Hmm, what are you talking about?" Makarov was slightly stunned.

"I said, M-A-G-I-C, magic. ”

Elena smiled slightly, drew her wand, and lightly touched the clock on Makarov's desk, turning it into a miniature version of an aircraft carrier—well, a standard Nimitz-class aircraft carrier, which she had only seen in pictures in her later life.

"Of course, it is not possible to rely on the power of the non-magical world alone, but if we add the power of magic, I think we can give it a try...... Wait, I'm not an American spy, you listen to me...... Forget it......"

Elena sighed lightly, ignored the old man in front of her with vigilance in his eyes, turned her head to look at Grindelwald, stuck out her tongue in despair, and pleaded with her hands folded.

"Grandpa, the most, the last. Help me get back to singing before I turn into a metal owl next time. ”

"Forget it!"

......

"One, a ghost who wants to be a savior?"

"No, you're wrong. ”

"There has never been a savior, neither by God nor by Caesar......"

“......”

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(Mom!!)