Some slags always think that some food problems will only occur in socialist countries. Those cerebral palsy who should go to mental hospitals to recuperate usually subconsciously ignore a very basic common sense, that is, things like Sudan Red Groove Oil usually do not exist when state-owned enterprises dominate food production, and the source is exactly in those capitalist countries that look very glamorous.

You can criticize the amazing waste in the production process of state-owned enterprises, or criticize the bad attitude and rigid system of state-owned enterprises. These reasons are all on the point, but it is not so easy to make a state-owned enterprise abandon its principles and produce things that are known to be harmful to the people without any conscience. Even if it is really successful, don’t underestimate your competitors and manufacturers will ignore you and let you go.

In Selov's view, the primary condition for food problems is that the manufacturer begins to pursue profits, and in order to pursue profits, it is only when chemical knowledge is used to synthesize artificial materials instead of natural materials. Naturally, this problem will not occur in the current Soviet Union. The state-owned enterprises in the 1950s and 1960s were not so despicable.

However, such state-owned enterprises that lack competition cannot survive with the support of the state. Sooner or later, the state-owned enterprises in the Soviet Union will face the competition of American capital. "Can they be sold to foreigners if they do not sell to their own people? Why should a group of people from enemy countries receive the same treatment as their own people?" Shelov thought, touching his chin.

It’s not that there is no conscientious capitalist in this era. At least the Gilbert Uranium 238 Atomic Energy Laboratory toys issued by the United States can definitely be called a work of conscience. The contents include: Geiger Muller counter, used to measure radioactivity; electrical tester, used to measure the charge of objects; scintillation mirror, used to observe radioactivity decay; Wilson Cloud Room, used to observe particle trajectory; radioactive sources lead 210 and polonium 210, radioactive sources ruthenium 106, radioactive sources zinc 65; 4 uranium ore specimens; particle models; uranium ore exploration manual; 3 shed batteries; and instructions. Toys made entirely based on atomic experiments have complete authenticity, which naturally includes mere nuclear radiation. I believe that children who have played with this toy will definitely be glad for their lives when they grow up.

"Cold..." Valia looked pitiful after eating ice cream, her white cheeks shrank into her coat. The same was true for Ye Lianna next to her, with a charming temperament, but this was not the reason that touched Selov.

Why didn't you expect it to be cold when you were eating? After eating, it was cold. Shelov raised his head and looked ignorant. This cold look lasted for a second. He quickly knelt down, "I told you to wear more clothes, and you will have to pay the price to be greedy! Go and wait!" He skillfully took out the gasoline blowtorch from the trunk, and kept asking the two women to find a shop to wait. He started roasting the car in public. At this time, Shelov was already grateful for the confidentiality of the KGB. Fortunately, no one could recognize himself in the temperature that the gun bolt could not be pulled.

Sherof, who was asshole, lowered his head and directly treated the people walking back and forth around him as air. He was panting while baking the fuel tank, allowing the car to return to a driving loading.

"Valia, this man is so nice to us. I really want to know him earlier!" Looking at the cart not far away from Selov lying on the ground, covering his ears from time to time, Ye Lianna's voice changed.

"Well, Yuri is really good to women, she doesn't look like a Soviet man!" Valia's language is full of happiness and said from the bottom of her heart, "Sometimes this guy has a very good temper and doesn't want the rumored Caspian tiger..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Selov outside felt it was OK, so he turned the car on fire and waved to the two women waiting in the store. He waited until the two women came out and trembled before sitting in the back seat.

"It's not cold as soon as I get home, Yuri!" Looking at the man who had already shrank into a ball, Valia said very gentlely.

"What's this? I'm a man. Does this kind of dirty work still make you women do?" Shelov rubbed his hands tremblingly, and his face was still blushing with a happy smile, "I can't bear to fuck you..."

This man! Valia shook her head secretly. In comparison, Ye Lianna in the back seat was even more real. She directly stretched out her warm little hand to cover Selov's ears, comforting the man's heart with practical actions, "I'll give you a gift in a few days!" Selov smirked and made a wish to the beauty without any scruples.

"What gift? We live a good life, so there is no need to spend money!" Valia said considerately while driving.

"What is money? Why do you call it a waste of money for your own woman? I have no corruption!" As the car drove, Selov also recovered from his stiff state just now. His words were full of swearing, "As long as I take action, I can completely rob the capitalist country to bankrupt..."

"We believe in you!" Valia blinked naughtyly at the rearview mirror. Selov once said that in a boasting state, no matter how unreliable the words said, the audience next to him should look convinced and satisfy the vanity of the person involved. Valia obviously listened to it and now practiced it on her own man.

For Selov, in the Soviet Union, a country where supply and demand are not well developed, how to spend it is an absolute high-level salary is a big problem. Personally, he has no desires, neither picky about food, clothing nor fun, and his only pursuit is to make his women live happily.

Sable is the most expensive one among sable coats. Sable is just a name and does not mean that the fur is purple. It is not unfamiliar with sable coats, because he lives in the coldest area in China. In winter, people often stroll around in sable coats. Slightly different from China, most areas of the Soviet Union were habitats for sables, so they were not as rare as later generations.

As early as the New Year, Serov sent a telegram to the Siberian State Administration of Internal Affairs, hoping to get a batch of sable fur to Italy to make sable fur for his women to wear. It has been done and sent to the Military Administration. Since it was made in Italy, the cost of it has risen sharply, but it doesn't matter! Serov is quite open about this point. In his eyes, the ruble is no different from waste paper. It doesn't feel bad if you spend half a year's salary at a time. Isn't it just four sable coats?

When Selov took back the mink coat and put it on the two women two days later, he gained much more than just touching, "Why don't you buy one for yourself? Don't freeze yourself..." Valia, who was snuggling to Selov, said sweetly.

"What's the best thing for me, a spy, to wear this kind of clothes? I have no military style!" Selov put his butt on the proletariat with a righteous heart, and before he could speak, he was just not rich...

[Suddenly I remembered that today is Christmas Eve. I wish all book friends a happy Christmas Eve. This chapter was written temporarily by me, revenge, society, and I wish all single Wangs a family today next year...]
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