The contract signed by Tianming and the Ukrainian government is actually a simple steel purchase intention.
Only in this way can we temporarily hide it from the eyes of the Americans and quietly obtain the opportunity to join the Ulyanovsk at a relatively cost-effective price.
But for Elena, whether it is special steel or golden steel, it doesn't mean much. What she needs is a precision-assembled steel throne, not a pile of industrial scrap steel randomly stacked together.
This is the largest plan in the history of the magic world to steal the sky and change the sun. At this point, it is actually only a small part of the way.
The most important task at the moment is to find a way to persuade Mr. Makarov, who is the director of the Black Sea Shipyard, to restart the assembly project of the Ulyanovsk. For this moment, Elena has deduced at least ten kinds of arguments.
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If that doesn't work, reset the load a few more times and find a way to bring the old factory director to her side.
As for the common coercion methods in the magic world, such as: the soul-stealing curse, the confusion curse, the Cruciatus Curse...
In the eyes of girls, these are all crooked methods that only unscrupulous terrorists would use.
At this point, Elena agrees with Grindelwald's statement - the threat of death and pain is not effective for everyone, especially for companions.
Moreover, in such a sophisticated large-scale project, it is not a wise choice to use violent means to make the people responsible for the construction of the President surrender.
Elena doesn't want to put in all the effort and end up with a work full of loopholes and hidden dangers.
While thinking about the content of the next conversation, Elena and others walked to the shipyard director's office and knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
There was only one person in the room, and it was Makarov whom Elena had met before.
"Hmm? What can you do for you guys..."
Makarov took off his reading glasses from the bridge of his nose, put down the document he had read several times, and raised his head to look at the door in confusion.
Obviously, the old man at this time no longer remembers meeting Elena some time ago.
This was a strange combination he had never seen before.
The leader was a young foreigner who looked no taller than his granddaughter, and an old foreign gentleman with a stern face. Behind them were a bunch of elderly people of similar age to him, all wearing black high-collar windbreakers.
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For some reason, Yuri Ivanovich Makarov vaguely felt that he had seen them before him somewhere.
But thinking back carefully, he didn't have any clue - it was indeed the first time he saw these foreigners.
Elena looked around the office. There was no one else in the room, and no fixed cameras were installed.
But even so, the girl still turned her head, looked at Grindelwald and said softly.
"Please, Grandpa, we need quiet."
"No problem!" Grindelwald smiled slightly and tapped the ground lightly with his cane.
The next moment, an invisible magic barrier enveloped the entire office, and all electronic equipment made a soft crackling sound and fell into a stagnant state.
Just as Elena had guessed, there are many strange electronic devices in the office of an old man of this level.
Unfortunately, what they are facing is magic.
"Hello, I am Teresa Apokalis from Destiny... I believe you have received the official document from the Ukrainian government regarding the dismantling of the Ulyanovsk and the sale of scrap steel."
Elena smiled slightly, placed a contract in front of the old factory director, and lightly snapped her fingers.
Crash--
A wizard standing behind the girl waved his wand, and with a burst of noise, the blinds around the room were neatly pulled down, blocking out all possible prying eyes from the outside world.
Makarov's eyes shrank slightly and he flicked his fingers on the table without touching the pistol in the drawer.
In any case, at least the other party is a manufacturer that has gone through an impeccable formal process. If it were to overreact just because of this unusual thing, it would make people laugh - not to mention, the current situation is useless.
"I have learned about your company's acquisition of scrap steel. Please rest assured that the Nikolayev Shipyard will dismantle the Ulyanovsk as soon as possible and will not worry you for too long...
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Makarov glanced at the contract on the table, with a hint of humiliation and pain on his face, and said in a deep voice.
"Even without this order, the shipyard is already preparing to dismantle the Ulyanovsk to provide space for the next few orders - this is the purpose of you coming today, right? Don't worry, it won't
It may be finished."
In this period of global economic downturn, there are actually Norwegian shipyards placing large orders for large merchant ships at one time. At the same time, by coincidence, a foreign company wants to purchase the scrap steel after the aircraft carrier is dismantled. All these things are here
Appearing within just one month, Makarov knew exactly what it meant.
In fact, not only Makarov, but also senior officials in Kiev are also very aware of the driving force behind all this.
It's just that the Cold War is over. Neither Ukraine nor Russia has any reason to compete with the huge U.S. Navy for maritime hegemony. Appropriate overtures can actually win more points for future international loans.
"On the contrary, the plan may actually change slightly."
Elena smiled slightly, stepped forward and took the initiative to open the contract placed in front of Makarov.
"Dear Comrade Makarov, I would like to know, if we want to complete the Ulyanovsk, what is missing?"
"Finished? I said, this is impossible...wait, what did you just call me?!"
Makarov shook his head and was about to subconsciously refuse when he was suddenly startled.
"Time is limited, I suggest you read the contract and listen to my explanation."
Elena did not continue to explain, but tapped the document spread out in front of the old Soviet man with her fingers. Her delicate little face seemed to be shrouded in a hazy light, and she whispered calmly.
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"The contract before you is not exactly the same as what the Ukrainian government passed to you."
"First of all, this contract is not addressed to the Republic of Ukraine, but to the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics... and its people, beliefs and civilization."
"You know, we grabbed this order from the Americans not to dismantle her into scrap metal. I hope that you and everyone at the Nikolaev Shipyard can restart the No. 0 slipway and let the ship flow
A child with red blood is born into this world - the ocean will never belong only to the Stars and Stripes."