Chapter 77: : I don't feel bad for selling my grandpa!

Under the pressure of Medevichuk, Victor covered his swollen face with a crying voice, his front teeth leaked, and told the whole thing from beginning to end. The angry Medevichuk almost pulled out his gun Come crash him!

At worst, if Victor’s mother hadn’t come quickly and stood in front of the gun with her weight of nearly 200 kilograms, she would be cold-eyed, this little guy might really be going to see **** today.

"You're going to spoil the bastard!"

Mr. Major General looked at his wife's hunk, glared at Victor, turned around and walked upstairs.

"That...the bank card is right." Maybe it was his mother who was so courageous, he even shouted with his head popping out from behind.

"Confiscated!" Medevichuk went back to the room without looking back, and closed the door heavily.

That's two hundred thousand dollars!

Your own sports car!

Victor felt his heart ache, and looked at his mother with tears in his eyes, but who knew that the latter raised his hand and slapped him on the ground with his waist stuck, the flesh on his face was trembling, "Bitch Raised! Can’t you not cause trouble? You failed the military assessment last week and only ran 5 kilometers in 24 minutes? You really embarrass me. I don’t have your meal today. If you want to eat, go outside and talk to Kane grab."

Kane is his family's adult brown bear.

Although that guy was beaten on the ground by his father, it doesn't mean that he was able to beat him.

Victor covered his face, his eyes were red.

Medevichuk returned to the room, threw the bank card on the bedside table, and frowned.

That damned Nicholas, who is really lingering, got involved with his own son, and even sold helicopters? Planning to steal from school? He actually beat his son, not to say that he couldn't sell it, but that this guy sold at a loss!

Only a million dollars?

The Indian guys offer a price of 5 million US dollars for a fully armed Hind. The current situation of the big dogs in the Middle East is not stable, and the air power is seriously insufficient. If they sell it in the past, the price of 7 million US dollars will be praised by those local tyrants. .

Even if this outlet is a game played by high-level executives and sold privately, it can't be sold so cheaply.

Two Mi-171 transport helicopters and three Hind armed helicopters are at least daily necessities worth two transport planes.

This business has to be in his own hands, and we can’t let these brats come here blindly. Medevichuk thought of this and called Pushkin’s father, the principal of the Ukrainian Junior Military Academy. When the other party heard that his son was trying to sell him The helicopter immediately became enraged, pulled Pushkin to the side of the phone, gave him a beating, and the crying...

Much better to hear Medevichuk.

"You won't call me and tell me about this, will you? Damn it, stand still! Find the rope yourself, hang yourself up first, and I'll beat you later." Old Pushkin roared angrily in the second half of the sentence.

"Sir, this business has to be done by ourselves." Medevichuk said in a low voice, feeling the other party's breathing flattened, and continued, "I know Nicholas, he is a very powerful arms dealer, and he has a company in the United States , is a member of a Chinese family, I think if we get on the line with him, even if Ukraine really breaks away from the Soviet Union, we will not be like those civilians, waiting to die."

Medevichuk and the old Pushkin belong to the same faction, and he also understands that he can coax people with the rank of major general. Ukraine is a bird that can be called a general, and has no real power, but Pushkin is different. He is in charge of the car. The Ukrainian military academy for teenagers has top-notch weapons, ammunition, equipment and facilities, and staffing.

He heard that there are nearly 10 instructors seconded from "Group A" alone!

They can teach young children tactics, special skills, and how to survive on the battlefield.

At the end of the 1980s, the economy of the Soviet army began to fall off a cliff. Many soldiers could not afford wages, and members of the "A Group" as special soldiers took part-time jobs, including killers, social horsemen, etc., during the day Then go to the military camp and earn takeout at night, while some who refuse to join forces find their own way to serve as tactical instructors in the member states of the Soviet Union.

Although I don't make much money, at least I don't have to go hungry.

At that time, Ukraine could still carry it. Now that it has entered the 1990s, everyone is having a hard time. The Soviet Union is swaying in the wind and rain. To put it bluntly, it is going to die!

It would be a waste for the members of group A to keep them. If they wanted to, they might as well "sell" them together.

Pushkin was silent for a long time, and Medvychuk didn't say anything, just waited.

"I have received news that the Soviet Union is setting the time for its disintegration." About five minutes later, when it was time to smoke a cigarette, Pushkin finally spoke.

Want... to disintegrate?

Although he already knew it in his heart, when he heard the news, Medevichuk still had mixed feelings. The once most prosperous empire finally stopped his footsteps, raised his head and looked at the sky, slowly getting old?

But it is only 69 years old!

"The Soviet Union can die, but we can't die. Don't worry about Nicholas. I will help you if anything happens, but I need 70%!" Pushkin opened his mouth, and Medevichuk almost Hang up the phone.

70%!

Suka is not listed!

Help me carry something?

Just don't be the first to throw me out.

"Okay!" Medevichuk could only pinch his nose, thinking in his heart that he would sell out the other party's old background.

After hanging up the phone, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He bent down and took out the belt from under the bed. He was in a bad mood and just hit the child!

The brown bear Kane, who was lying on his stomach and hiding in the house by the door, suddenly shivered and scratched his head in his sleep.

Why... so cold all of a sudden?

Is the hair on your body falling out again?

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"Mr. Gaines, it is very important to build enough dormitories within three days." Robert looked at the middle-aged white man in front of him and said in a deep voice, "We believe in Hayward Construction Group, and, We have already paid 40% of the cost to your account, there is no customer who is happier than us, please do not delay the construction period."

Gaines was wearing a hard hat, a pair of glasses, and a file folder under his armpit. He didn't think Robert's words were offensive. After all, in this line of work, people are pressed for deadlines, which is normal. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com Some bosses even sleep on the construction site when they disagree with each other. This kind of thing is too common.

He's just curious, what's under those dust-proof cloths?

looks like a cannon...

Moreover, the company also requires that the bungalows have at least two entrances and exits, and that the width of the walls must exceed 70 centimeters, and even the roof should be sloped.

The NSV machine gun cannot penetrate!

If it is penetrated, no money will be given, and if it is not penetrated, all future business will come to Hayward.

The engineering department estimated that if the optical airport is completed, it will cost several million dollars. I heard that this company still has 100 square kilometers of land!

This is a big business, if he messes up, and these "barbarians" don't destroy him, then the boss will have to punch his head.

"Mr. Robert, please rest assured that we will definitely work overtime to satisfy you." Gaines said with a smile, 60% of the construction team under him are Chinese workers. These people are hardworking and hardworking, and they work overtime at night It's okay, at worst, pay more processing fees.

Regarding the processing fee, Hayward, as a formal company, has always been very generous.

Robert nodded and was about to leave. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. He turned around and said, "It's best not to leave here at night. We can still guarantee your safety. If you go out, we don't care if you die.'

Gaines nodded in understanding.

Just yesterday, three French men and women were robbed and stabbed to death by more than a dozen Somalis!

The local police station is paralyzed, and it is said that the corpse is still placed in the camp of the peacekeeping force.

"If you have any questions, you can come to me, don't run around here."

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