Had it not been for Zhou Qingfeng's troubles, Er Mao would have won the World Championship for more than two decades. The West has a special word to describe it-European brothel.
Fifty percent of Western tourists come to Ermao’s home to do one thing, because it’s cheap and good.
It sounds bad.
I won’t mention anything like “nuclear weapons”. Thirty years later, on certain websites that cannot be mentioned, Ukrainian models are the cheapest.
A young lady with big long legs who can dance ballet and a beautiful face, take a set of pictures for only twenty dollars an hour. This amount of money is only enough to be robbed once in the black area in the United States.
In 1990, the per capita GDP of Ermao was 1,500 US dollars. Thirty years later, they just broke through 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. Had it not been for this bastard, he would have returned to Moscow to be the idle dean of the military academy after the disintegration of the league.
But now, Your Excellency General is an important cornerstone of national security and stability. Everyone had to give the general a smiling face, so as not to let him stubbornly pull everyone to the funeral.
In September, Uncle Zhou was involved in trouble in the Kiev Military Region, and he patted his butt and left after being upset. Your Excellency was put on the fire and roasted, and he was in a dilemma.
There is no money.
No money at all.
Unlike street politicians, the general is out of mind anyway. He is very clear that force is the basis for ensuring his own life, and economy is the basis for maintaining force.
Now Mao Xiong is dead, and Da Mao Er Mao San Mao and Mi Mao are separated. Every family has no surplus food, and no one can care about anyone.
After hurriedly taking the position, the general made an effort to gather the military strength of the Ermao family first. He looked around and asked Europe and the United States for some money, indicating that he would stabilize the regional situation.
The wings of Tu-160 are flapping, and Europe and the United States are sending some money at any rate, lest the situation is really overwhelmed. With money, your excellency is relieved anyhow. He turned to find Zhou Qingfeng to settle the account.
"There are more than 20 nuclear warheads missing in Laozi's nuclear storage warehouse. It is definitely your ghost. If you don't want to be hunted down by the world, you can quickly return the nuclear warheads.
Your Excellency did not dare to use any radio or other contact methods for fear of being eavesdropped. He sent his adjutant to Moscow and blocked Zhou Qingfeng at the Nilkskaya 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 love each other at all-there is a way that you inform the whole world and see who is finished first
The adjutant's attitude quickly softened, and it was too late to conceal the nuclear bomb. Publicity meant that he was making trouble for himself. He again asked Zhou Qingfeng to give money to settle the situation.
Uncle Zhou slapped his pocket and said bachelorfully: "You can squeeze oil from a miser like me, I think you are amazing!"
But things can't just leave it alone, right
If he could face-to-face, General Chechevatov would want to shoot Zhou Qingfeng a hundred times. You can't let go of this bastard anyway.
But Zhou Qingfeng only said, "Will barter trade? I sell light industrial products, and you sell heavy industrial products."
The adjutant went away immediately.
The last time the accident happened was because of the'barter trade', which resulted in a troublemaker. Now he even dared to mention it again, the general and the adjutant were both'tolerable or unbearable'.
From the end of September to the end of December, General Chechevatov was busy stabilizing the situation and clearing up the mess. Zhou Qingfeng was also busy digging a corner in Da Mao's house, and the two sides only contacted once.
Broke up unhappy.
When 1991 was about to pass, on the day when the alliance officially disintegrated, the general sent his lieutenant again.
Ma Keshi led people into Zhou Qingfeng's suite, closed the door, and guarded the door himself. In the room, Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a wine bottle and two glasses, and pointed to the small living room of the suite.
"Sit down, Your Excellency Lviv, I hope we can talk about something useful this time."
The bottle and glass were placed on the glass table, and Zhou Qingfeng poured a glass for both parties. The strong smell of whiskey overflowed, but the adjutant stared at him coldly and did not touch the glass.
"Your Excellency, how are you doing?"
"You don't know when you read the news."
"I have been busy lately and I haven't paid attention to your place."
"Yeah, you are really busy lately. The busiest broker in Moscow is you. Just ask, and you can hear your name."
Zhou Qingfeng laughed loudly and sat down on the sofa. His'cursed coin' was destroyed by the goddess, and there was no way to continue to corrupt people.
But in many cases, there is no need for a'curse', and people themselves will corrode.
The "Holy Light" actually doesn't have much foreign exchange, and some are also used on the blade. Taking into account the current turbulent situation, Zhou Qingfeng mostly took the lower-level route and used real objects to win people over.
Walking down the route is easy to accumulate fame. Only when the adjutant meets, he will confess that Zhou Qingfeng is the biggest broker in Moscow. The number of visitors of the'Holy Light' has recently exceeded 500, and it has really penetrated into every corner of Moscow.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't care about it, but Mr. Adjutant had no time to chat with him. Because General Chechevatov couldn't sit still in Ermao.
After the troubles in September, the generals faced a mess. In addition to the urgent need for money, he also needs to solve the life problems of his men. But the little money provided by the West can only send beggars.
Regardless of Ermao’s poor family, prices are particularly high. Obviously it is the "European granary", but the food is very expensive as a result.
Here is another black bear—the alliance’s agriculture has been a tragedy for a long time, with 35 to 40 million tons of food wasted every year.
The bureaucracy is serious, and the management ability is really bad.
Odessa is an important port city of the Ermao family. It has a warm climate and distinct seasons. It is also a good crop production area. It has long used railways to transport vegetables and fruits to Moscow.
The vegetables that were beautiful when they were loaded into the car were basically rotten when they were shipped to Moscow. Either the delivery date is delayed, or the operation is rough. This kind of thing will be hammered to death in other countries.
The bureaucrats who are biased in Moscow never realize that there is something wrong. Even if all the vegetables are rotten, it is also a "normal loss" caused by force majeure.
Anyway, on the statistical report, the output of vegetables is gratifying, and the railway capacity has also increased. As for whether it can be eaten after delivery, it has nothing to do with the bureaucracy.
Although the alliance is disintegrated, the bureaucracy is still the same group of people. The status quo of society will not change for the better, it will only get worse. In the current situation, the Ermao family's prices have risen, and the little money provided by the West for assistance is simply not enough.
It's not just about eating, but everything else needed in life has problems. The West does not need Ermao’s heavy industrial products, neither aircraft, ships nor vehicles.
The entire 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 to'barter trade'.
Asking for money, no.
Not a penny.
But I want goods, all kinds of living supplies.
I have something in my house, you can figure it out. Anyway, think of a way to ship the things I want, and hurry up to keep the high prices down, otherwise the men will rebel again.