Chapter five hundred and twenty sixth leading to the right path
Ukraine, Nikolayev Shipyard.
After a long silence, the old factory director's slightly trembling voice finally broke the silence.
"...This is treason."
Makarov closed the contract in front of him, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said seriously.
The contract now placed in front of him is not just an order for the purchase of warships. It also includes Ukraine's food statistics this year, per capita consumption of citizens, and the reserves of light industrial products...
The situation was far more serious than he imagined, which reminded Makarov of the famine decades ago.
Even if he is not a professional macro analyst, through these data he can clearly foresee the disaster that is about to happen on this land and what kind of embarrassing life the people living on this land will face.
In fact, this disturbing sign has already appeared in the city at this time - there are always long queues in front of bakeries, various livestock meats have become priceless, and eggs and fish have become
It has become a luxury product for common people.
And at this moment, an irresistible temptation from the devil appeared in front of him.
Makarov didn't know what the final result of signing this contract would be, but he had to admit that compared to the cold money, the order in front of him, which came with food and hope, was too difficult to accept.
The person refused.
In fact, even just fulfilling her request can shake Makarov's heart.
"Treason? Maybe. The premise is that you have to define where your first motherland is, and when the top leaders of the country betray their people, are you on the side of the people or on the side of the bureaucrats?"
"As for the treason you mentioned, in my opinion, helping the Americans dismantle the Ulyanovsk and sitting back and watching politicians corrupted by capital plunge the country into famine... is called real treason, isn't it?
Elena shrugged unmoved, looked directly at the old man's face with her lake-blue eyes, and spoke softly.
"But don't worry, this is not a threat. Even if you ultimately reject our proposal, Tianming Group will still satisfy the food consumption in the former Soviet Union as much as possible according to the market price of the former Soviet Union - of course, paying the workers
Our remuneration is also in the form of a mixed payment of rubles and potatoes in this supplementary contract."
"You will pay according to what is written here anyway?"
Makarov frowned and looked at the little girl in front of him in astonishment, "Even if we dismantle it into scrap steel, will the assistance and benefits attached to it still be fulfilled?"
"Yes, I said, this is not a deal."
Elena nodded slightly and replied with a smile, "As for the deposit for the Ulyanovsk, we have already paid it to the Ukrainian government. As a reputable businessman, I never bother to sign any yin and yang contract. In your hands
It’s nothing more than a special dismantling plan and an additional supplementary agreement.”
"You don't mean to say that these..."
Makarov picked up the thick document and shook it, with a strange look on his face, "You have worked so hard to get this order, and the purpose of coming here today is to give us this order for no reason.
Send food and money?"
"It can be understood that if the negotiations break down in the end."
Elena thought for a moment and spread her hands helplessly.
"We won't have to watch you starve to death. What's more, potatoes also have a shelf life. Whether they are sold or used to pay for orders, it is very cost-effective for us - well, the profit may be less.
"
"...Who exactly are you? And, what exactly do you want to get?"
Makarov pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, and stared into Elena's eyes.
He has never seen such a negotiation method, a unilateral supplementary contract that will be honored regardless of the outcome. This kind of lucky thing is similar to pie in the sky, which is not at all consistent with a company seeking profits in the capital market.
"Nothing! Apart from the big ship outside, there seems to be nothing else we want. As for us..."
Elena glanced at Makarov, paused for a second or two, and said meaningfully.
"You can think of us as a ghost, a ghost wandering over Europe."
"A ghost who wants to be the savior?"
Makarov's eyes flickered and he repeated softly.
Phew...this time we finally reached the correct plot line.
Hearing Makarov's answer, Elena breathed a sigh of relief, and made a gesture with her little hand behind her back, telling the old wizards who were preparing to cast the forgetting spell not to act rashly - at the same time, remember this archive time node
.
"No, you are wrong."
Elena smiled and shook her head, cleared her throat, and hummed a slow melody softly.
"There has never been a savior, nor does it depend on God, Caesar..."
"To create human happiness, we all have to rely on ourselves..."
"We must take back the fruits of our labor and let our thoughts break out of the cage..."
As soon as the girl's first sound came out, Makarov's eyes began to become trance-like, and he couldn't help but began to hum along with the girl in a low voice - this song, this melody... he was too familiar with it.
"Hurry up and make the fire red. Only by striking while the iron is hot can you bear fruit..."
"This is the last fight, unite until tomorrow...
"Intrachonal must realize it..."
"This is the last fight, unite until tomorrow...
"Intrachonal must realize it..."
After just a few minutes of international singing, the old man from the former Soviet Union had tears streaming down his face.
Makarov was silent for a moment, calmed down his excitement a little, solemnly straightened his clothes, reopened the document in front of him, read it carefully for a few minutes, and shook his head regretfully.
"Sorry, even if I am willing to help you finish her, I can't hide it from everyone's sight."
The old man sighed, with a look of reluctance on his face.
"Give up, we can only save the construction drawings as much as possible. But Ulyanovsk, it is too big. There are satellites in the sky and government inspectors. We can't deceive them for too long unless they
They are all blind..."
"magic."
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Makarov was slightly stunned.
"I said, m-a-g-i-c, magic."
Elena smiled slightly, pulled out her wand, and lightly touched the clock on Makarov's desk, turning it into a miniature aircraft carrier—well, a standard Nimitz-class aircraft carrier. She later
I've only seen this in pictures.
"Of course it won't work with the power of non-magic circles alone, but if we add the power of magic, I think we can give it a try... Wait, I am not an American spy, please listen to my explanation... Forget it..."
Elena sighed softly and ignored the old man in front of her with vigilant eyes. She turned her head to look at Grindelwald, stuck out her tongue helplessly, and begged with her hands clasped together.
"Grandpa, the last, last time. Please help me go back to before singing. I will turn into a metal owl next time."
"Everything is forgotten!"
…
"A ghost who wants to be the savior?"
"No, you are wrong."
"There has never been a savior, nor does it depend on God, Caesar..."