Chapter five hundred and fiftieth seven dollars to open the way

The country is already warm in spring, and the city is full of greenery, but Moscow is still shrouded in a blanket of snow.

Although it wasn't snowing in the sky, the snow on the side of the road and the mud on the road told Li Weidong that it was still a cold winter here.

Sitting in the car, even though he was driving on the main road, Li Weidong could still feel the bumps coming from his buttocks.

Cars produced in Russia generally have a relatively spacious space, but the comfort level is really not satisfactory.

The most important thing is that there are pits on the road!

Due to economic reasons, most of the roads in Moscow are in disrepair. Even a few main roads are always full of potholes. Probably only the road in front of the Red Square is slightly smoother.

Although the gradually melting snow filled up some of the potholes on the road, the driver who couldn't bear to drive was a Russian driver. The driver's driving style showed the boldness of the fighting nation.

With one foot on the gas pedal, the car flew into the air, passing by the potted road, Li Weidong was thrown up, and then hit his head on the roof of the car.

The car drove into the downtown area of ​​Moscow, and the number of pedestrians on the side of the road gradually increased.

There were long queues at the entrances of many shops. Li Weidong took a closer look and found that the customers who came out of the shops were holding square and big Lieba in their hands.

Li Weidong has eaten this food before, and it is not delicious at all.

Russia’s Daliba is actually whole-wheat bread, which contains no sugar or oil. The outer skin is crisp and hard, but the inside is slightly softer. It tastes better against hunger, but the taste is definitely not as good as Chinese steamed buns.

The bread that Europeans eat on a daily basis is often relatively solid and hard to eat. In the entire European continent, probably only the bread made by Jews is soft, while the bread baked by other ethnic groups is hard.

For example, the bread baked by the Germans can be used as a brick to hit people. Maybe in a 1v1 match, the brick may not be as good as the German bread.

Therefore, every bakery in Germany is equipped with a bread slicer, which has all kinds of cross-cutting and chopping functions. Because German bread is really too hard, if you buy it home and cut it yourself, it will probably not be able to cut it.

Looking at the crowd buying bread, Li Weidong couldn't help but think of the scene when he came to Russia a few years ago.

At that time, Li Weidong had just bought the reloading machine factory, so he exchanged dozens of wagons of canned fruit from the Iset River Construction Machinery Factory for the production technology of the loader.

At that time, the Soviet Union had just disintegrated, all industries were depressed, and people's livelihood was dying. There were long queues in front of the bakery at that time, and citizens lined up to buy bread. Ad-free web amww.

Is Moscow short of food? Li Weidong asked.

Zhao Jinlong looked out of the car window and said, I haven't heard much about this. It seems that every time Lu Bu is demoted, there will be a queue at the bakery. But the old men I know are not ordinary people. Can't get them hungry.

Zhao Jinlong turned around while talking, and continued with a smile: Don't worry, you will definitely not be hungry. I guarantee that you will eat a lot of fish and meat. When you arrive at the hotel, you will have enough steaks. You can have as many as you want!

You bully me for not being in Russia? Li Weidong also laughed: In Russia, meat products are not expensive, but fruits and vegetables are valuable. I will eat fruit salad in a while!

The two were naturally joking. With Zhao Jinshan's financial resources, even if Li Weidong ate several tons of vegetables and fruits, Zhao Jinshan would not be able to eat enough.

Russia is located in a high-latitude region with a relatively cold climate, which is unfriendly to the growth of most crops, so Russian agriculture has never been able to achieve high yields.

However, the land area in Russia is large enough, and quantity can be used to make up for quality. Even if the yield per mu of crops is not high, as long as the area planted is large enough, the grain production will naturally increase.

In the future, Russia's annual grain output will basically remain at around 130 million tons.

Although this is less than one-fifth of China's grain output,

But considering that Russia's population is only a little over 100 million, on average, one person can have one ton of food a year.

Ordinary people certainly cannot eat a ton of grain a year, so Russia exports more than 10 million tons of wheat every year.

At the end of the 1990s, Russia's grain production was not so high.

After the disintegration of the Soviet Union and years of shock therapy, Russia's food production has not increased but decreased, and it is not as good as the former Soviet Union.

At this time, Russia's annual grain output was only about 60 million tons, less than half of that of later generations.

But even with an annual output of 60 million tons of grain, on average, each Russian can eat less than half a ton of grain a year, and he will definitely not be hungry, nor will he be in a rush to buy food.

The reason for queuing up to buy Da Lieba is caused by the depreciation of the ruble.

The foundation of Russia's light industry is weak, and a large number of daily necessities are imported, so whenever the ruble depreciates, the price of daily necessities will rise, which will cause inflation.

Inflation will drive up the price of food, which will lead to a situation where people line up to buy Da Lieba despite the fact that there is enough food to eat.

Therefore, whenever there is a depreciation of the ruble in the future, people will queue up to buy bread.

Later, Russia also figured out that the international trade system is mainly settled in US dollars, and the reason why the US dollar can occupy the hegemony of international trade is mainly because commodities are priced in US dollars, the core of which is oil and food.

But oil and food, Russia is not short, not only can be independent, the excess may be sold to other countries, so why should you look at your dollar?

As a result, Russia in later generations has become more and more rigid in the face of Western sanctions, and Western sanctions have become more and more ineffective.

The car came to a luxury hotel in Moscow. Zhao Jinshan and Li Weidong got out of the car. They walked into the lobby of the hotel and saw a Chinese man about 50 years old waiting there. After seeing Zhao Jinshan, he left immediately. come over.

Mr. Zhao, the room has been arranged, and I have gone to see it. The man continued, I wanted to pick you up at the airport, but you refused.

Lao Xing, thank you! Zhao Jinshan said, pointing to that person, and introduced: Weidong, let me introduce someone to you. This is Lao Xing. I used to rely on Lao Xing to help me when I came to Moscow to discuss business.

I'm just helping to drink a few glasses of wine. Lao Xing looked at Li Weidong and said, This is Chairman Li! My name is Xing Sihai, and you can call me Lao Xing.

After Li Weidong greeted Lao Xing, Zhao Jinshan continued to introduce; Lao Xing's alcohol capacity is very good, he can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, not only can drink liquor, but also vodka and whiskey.

This old man likes to drink vodka very much, he has to drink half a bottle no matter what he has to do. You can't talk about business with the old man if you don't know how to drink.

And not only to be able to drink, but also to drink a lot. It is best to toast to the old men in big gulps, to make them happy, and then the business will be negotiated.

My own drinking capacity is not bad, but it is not as good as that of Lao Maozi, especially the vodka, which is rushing and choking, similar to alcohol, how can the wine made from our grain taste as good! I am not used to drinking.

So every time I discuss business with Lao Maozi, I call Lao Xing over and ask Lao Xing to drink with those old Maozi. Every time I can drink Lao Maozi down, the business can be negotiated!

Li Weidong couldn't help looking at Lao Xing, and thought to himself, if this man can really drink a table of Russians down, he is really a talented person! Taking him to discuss business in Russia will definitely be beneficial.

Lao Xing said: I used to be a traitor, and later a batch of goods was seized. It was supposed to be confiscated and fined. If I lost this batch of goods, I, Lao Xing, would not only go bankrupt, but also pay a fine. Will be in debt.

In the end, thanks to the help of Mr. Chen, the batch of goods was released, so that my old Xing would not starve to death on the street! Mr. Chen is always my savior. As long as Mr. Chen orders something, I, Lao Xing, will definitely go through fire and water, and I will not hesitate to do so!

Two days later, Zhao Jinshan successfully made an appointment for a dinner.

At the dinner, Lao Xing really showed his prowess. At first he drank from a cup, but soon turned into holding a vodka bottle and blowing it to his mouth, only to say Old iron, give you a spin!

Although there was no Old Tie Xuan One, the shouts of Hala Whistle quickly came and went.

Halal whistle or not?

Hara whistle!

Zhao Jinshan next to him was smiling, and he had already received the information he wanted.

The old man said just now that there is a man named Agafonov. There are medium and large industrial machinery in the warehouse under his control. Some of them have not even been used. They have been sealed up since the disintegration of the Soviet Union.

Zhao Jinshan paused, and then said: If we want to pay off the debt with things, we can contact that Agafonov, as long as he says the same, we can get things out of the warehouse.

Three days later, Zhao Jinshan contacted Agafonov, and then another dinner.

Just as the pear blossoms were blooming all over the sky, and the gentle veil was floating on the river, Katyusha stood on the steep bank, singing like the bright spring scenery...

At the dinner, Lao Xing sang the famous song Katyusha from the former Soviet Union, and he sang it pretty well, at least he didn't run away.

Under the influence of alcohol, other Russians at the dinner table also began to sing in Russian.

Zhao Jinshan took the opportunity to take out a wooden red wine box, handed it to Agafonov, and quietly opened a corner of the box.

Agafonov looked at the wine box and found that Franklin in the box was staring at him.

Green Franklin is really cute!

Based on the thickness of the box, Agafonov estimated how many copies of Franklin could be contained in the box, and then took the red wine box with a smile.

Two days later, Li Weidong and Zhao Jinshan were driving on the dilapidated roads outside Moscow in a jeep.

The warehouse should be right in front. Zhao Jinshan took the map and compared it with the road signs next to him from time to time, wondering if he could understand it.

That sign seems to be a military restricted area. Driving is forbidden, right? Li Weidong pointed to a dilapidated road sign on the side of the road.

Although Li Weidong couldn't read Russian, he could still understand the sign.

Zhao Jinshan answered: What we are going to this time is a military base, or it used to be a military base. In the former Soviet Union, tanks and armored vehicles were stored there.

After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, tanks and armored vehicles were sold, and warehouses were emptied, and then used to store all kinds of obsolete industrial equipment. Now it is not considered a military base, but a large warehouse.

I see. Li Weidong nodded.

However, when he arrived at the place, Li Weidong found that the soldiers standing guard at the door were still armed with live ammunition.

Didn't you say that this is not a military base? Why are there still soldiers? Li Weidong said nervously.

Although it is not a military base, there are still a lot of equipment stored in it! It still needs to be guarded. Zhao Jinshan said, took out a piece of paper, and continued: Don't worry, I have Agafonov here to give pass.

As Zhao Jinshan said, he took out 20 five-dollar bills and put them in the pass.

I think Abraham Lincoln is the real passport! Li Weidong thought to himself.

When the car arrived at the gate, the guard came over immediately. Zhao Jinshan handed over the pass directly. The guard opened the pass, and when he saw a thick dollar bill, his eyes lit up.

He put away the US dollars, then returned the pass to Zhao Jinshan, put the jeep in, and did not forget to salute Zhao Jinshan.

Then the guard went back to distributing the dollars.

There must be more than one guard at the gate, so Zhao Jinshan stuffed 20 Lincoln cards instead of one Franklin.

20 Lincoln cards, one is thick, and the other is that it is convenient for the guards to share the spoils.

The car drove into the former military base. Zhao Jinshan and Li Weidong also met the person in charge of the military base.

General Agafonov asked us to come. This is a letter of introduction issued by General Agafonov. Zhao Jinshan said, and handed the envelope to the person in charge of the base.

The person in charge of the base took the envelope and felt that the envelope was a bit thick. He opened it and found that it was green inside, and he immediately smiled.

Another $10,000 was thrown away.

The person in charge of the base put the envelope close to his body, and then said; General Agafonov has already called me, and I will send someone to take you to the warehouse immediately, and you can choose whatever you want.

After a while, the warehouse manager appeared and took Zhao Jinshan and Li Weidong to the warehouse.

Mr. Vlasievich, do you smoke? Zhao Jinshan said and took out a box of cigars, and continued: I have a box of cigars here, please accept it.

The warehouse manager Vlasievic was a little impatient, but when he saw Zhao Jinshan giving gifts, his attitude eased a lot.

He took the cigar box and held it in his hand, but frowned slightly.

Cigars should be a bit heavy, right? Why is this box of cigars lighter than a box of cigarettes! Are there not many cigars in it?

Vlasievich opened it, only to find that there were indeed no cigars in it, but a small wad of dollars.

There were no outsiders around, so Vlasievic directly took out the dollars and counted them, which was exactly one thousand dollars.

Vlasievich became enthusiastic in an instant: Mr. Zhao, you can look at these warehouses for as long as you want! If you want them, I have vodka and my mother's pickles...

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