No matter how great the grand plan is, it must be carried out down-to-earth.
In line with the idea that talents are rare and don't need to be used in vain, Zhou Qingfeng drew a circle in the office and kicked Fujita Ryuji, who has not been actively working recently, to the city of Novosibirsk in Da Mao's home.
Fujita really wanted to cry to death. He dared not return to Japan because he was investigated by the Special Search Department of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police. He was upset in the Hanzhong branch and wanted to be Xu Shu. Naturally, he was deducted a comment with an improper attitude.
Uncle Zhou said kicking was a real kick.
If Fujita was given another chance, he would definitely not dare-the word Novosibirsk would sound desolate and cold. Wouldn't it be exile to go there
It really isn't.
Novosibirsk is located in the middle of Damao’s home and is an important heavy industry manufacturing base. It has strong R&D advantages in machine tool manufacturing, aero-engines, and railway locomotives.
For example, Novosibirsk State Technical University, formerly known as the "School of Electrical Engineering", sounds like a third-rate college, but it is actually the research and development site of the Union's heavy-duty machine tools.
The heavy-duty machine tool complex in the city is the alliance's largest manufacturer of planing and boring machines. The equipment it produces is specially used to process oversized workpieces, such as the wings of large bombers or the fuel tanks of heavy launch vehicles.
Xiao Jinlang has been recruiting people from Maozi's university last year, and the Novosibirsk State Technical University has also been recruited for two thousand, focusing on flying machinery and automation.
Fujita was asked to use Japanese standards to examine the value of large Novosibirsk companies from another angle.
"This is ridiculous!"
Fujita had to fly from Hanzhong to the imperial capital, and then transfer from the imperial capital to Novosibirsk. He wanted to jump up the moment he boarded the plane.
"The purpose of letting a Japanese visit a Russian site is to serve the flower growers. I was asked to perform such a stupid task, so I might as well send me to a forced labor camp."
The experience of life is so magical.
After more than ten hours, Fujita set off in the morning and landed in the third largest city of Da Mao's home late at night. He and a dozen other investigators went to the airport lobby and found that except for customs, the place was closed after get off work.
The terminal building was empty, and there was not even a ghost. There is such an airport in the world, which is really weird. The leader made a call, and a minibus drove outside the terminal one hour later.
The skinny Maozi driver put down the window, and shouted at the expedition team hiding in the terminal building in stale English: "The'Holy Light' expedition? Are you okay?"
Not OK at all.
In June, the temperature in Novosibirsk is between ten and twenty degrees, and it will drop to about four or five degrees at night, and it is still a bit cold. Fujita followed the expedition team into the broken car, greeted each other in English, and bowed slightly.
"Is it Japanese?"
"Yes. My name is Fujita."
"Oh, only the Japanese bow when they meet. My name is Valentin."
The Maozi driver is quite enthusiastic, introducing himself to everyone. He also explained why he came so late.
"I went to my friend's house for a few drinks and I forgot about you. But luckily you guys, I happened to be awake when I called."
No one can accept this explanation, including Fujita. At night, the members of the delegation were tired and sleepy, eager to stay in a hotel to rest, but no one answered them.
With the loud music of the Maozi underground band, the broken bus drove all the way into the city with a bang and bang. Suddenly there are not enough rooms in the bookable hotel, and one is missing.
As a last resort, the delegation must have someone to stay in another hotel. This person is Fujita, and he can only follow Valentin to board the bus again.
This time Zhongbali was empty, traveling in a completely unfamiliar country, unfamiliar city, and unfamiliar street.
The haggard Fujita was sitting next to the driver's seat with his luggage. Valentin drove the car, turned off the music, turned his head and said'I'm sorry'.
Fujita's English is very poor, he can't say humility, and he's not interested. He bowed his head and said, "It's okay."
"Why are you a Japanese person working for'Holy Light'?"
"You look skinny, not like a Russian at all."
The two talked with each other, and both smiled bitterly. There is still some way to go to another hotel, and Valentin casually talked about himself.
"We have suffered so badly. It's hard to find a job. Many factories have no orders and no raw materials, so they have to stop working.
There is nothing in the market, but the bank is about to be crowded. Everyone wants to exchange their rubles into US dollars or other currencies.
Fortunately, I can speak a little English, and'Holy Light' hired me. So I can still support my family. Many people are not so lucky. "
Speaking of this, Valentin pointed out the car window, "Look at those people."
I don't know what street the bus was passing through, and there were seven or eight people crooked along the side of the road. Others leaned leaning against the wall, dressed decently, but didn't come home at night.
"The people lying on the ground are homeless people, and the white-collar workers who come to the city to find work are sitting there. They have no place to live, so they can only find a place to stay overnight."
The word'white-collar' sparked a little interest in Fujita. He looked up and looked out of the car window and found that there were young girls among the street sleepers. "Why? Are they safe to sleep in like this?"
"It's okay." Valentin shrugged. "Now everyone has no money. It's hard to find a job. It's really hard. Those who can go to Moscow are gone, leaving only those who can't.
People in the countryside have no money to buy chemical fertilizers and gasoline, even seeds. People's savings are all gone, and they have to go to the city to survive.
But the city is no better, Moscow doesn't care about us at all. We can only live by selling our inherent assets and relying on the "Holy Light" to maintain our economy. Isn't it ridiculous? "
Just a few words, full of bitter self-deprecation. Valentin spoke very quickly, not stopping gestures to strengthen the tone, but the words were easy to understand.
Fujita didn't expect to hear this, so he asked Valentin to pay attention to driving. Valentin's voice was too loud to hear clearly, so he asked what he had said.
"Nothing." Fujita shook his head sadly, thinking of Japan's current terrible economy. He was a little grateful that his domestic situation was not so bad that the society collapsed, and he proactively asked, "Are you a driver for the'Holy Light'?"
"No, I'm the thug of the'Holy Light', driving is just a side job."
Fujita thought he had heard it wrong, and the word'beater' did not match Valentin's skinny appearance.
Valentin chuckled, "You can't think of what I do for the'Holy Light'? I'm a real thug, who specializes in dealing with the scattered lords from the flower growers, especially those who sell fakes.
'Holy Light' is very domineering, and doesn't like people to ruin their reputation. But many flower growers come to us to do business here, and many of the products they sell are of very poor quality.
For example, the down jacket that someone sold last year was not down but straw, which would freeze people to death if worn on the body. For this kind of businessman, we will catch one when we see one.
'Holy Light' hired a lot of people like me to do this kind of thing. We are like dogs, running in the city every day. There are some things that big people can't solve, but they can just find us. "
Valentin was quite proud of his work, turned his head to look at Fujita, and asked, "What company do you think'Shengguang' is?"
Fujita was startled to speak, and after half a day he uttered a Japanese vocabulary, "Godzilla."
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