Five hundred and twentieth seventh chapter helplessness under the predicament
As night fell, the Nikolaev Shipyard was shrouded in a thick layer of fog.
The guests who visited during the day have left, and the workers have returned to their homes early to welcome the arrival of the Orthodox Christmas with their families. Although this festival is embarrassing, it is still better than staying in the factory to kill time.
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Among the huge Black Sea Shipyard, only the old director Makarov remains in the office.
The old man stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back and looked at the No. 0 slipway under the night sky not far away, with mixed feelings in his heart - behind him, the pure mechanical watch produced by the former Soviet military watch factory was still faithfully emitting crisp sounds.
ticking sound.
"Isn't it already so late before you know it?"
A trace of bitterness appeared on Makarov's face. He quietly looked at the falling snowflakes in the sky. His mind kept replaying the conversation that took place in this office in the afternoon, as well as the special "unpacking" that he seemed to have seen countless times.
"unscramble" the contract.
"I didn't expect that magic really existed in this world... and it appeared in front of me in such a form at this time... Apart from being a little unreasonable and taking advantage of the situation, there wasn't much room for choice...
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Whether it is the hope of completing the Ulyanovsk, or the high deposit and precious food aid paid by the other party, these are the things that Nikolaev Shipyard and Makarov most urgently desire at this time.
——As the head of Nikolaev Shipyard who is famous for his punctuality, Makarov is naturally aware of the incongruities in the afternoon negotiations.
When he opened the appendix of the contract and saw the last clause "Destiny Group is responsible for the confidentiality during the dismantling period", and then combined with the magical magic displayed by the wizards, Makarov was 90% sure that he must have "forgotten" something.
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"Some kind of magic that erases memories?"
In fact, the other party does not seem to have any intention to explain or cover up this point.
"It seems that the discussion this afternoon was not completely smooth sailing. Although judging from the monitoring of the gate and the descriptions of the guards, they only stayed in the office briefly for less than half an hour, but the actual time must have been far more than half an hour.
Hour! Such a weird ability is really scary...I don’t know if I am making a deal with the devil..."
Makarov frowned, tried hard to recall for a while, and finally shook his head helplessly - except for the extremely smooth conversation process, he did not find any information in his memory, as if time was suddenly pressed forward.
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However, in this situation, if it were him, he would be extra cautious...
After all, today's organization is no longer as pure as it was back then, especially after Gorbachev disbanded the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, the situation has become even worse. Too many comrades have been arrested and betrayed, and the red faith has long been transferred to
underground.
As for the other party's behavior of taking advantage of the situation, Makarov was actually more filled with emotion than anger. The once huge alliance had fallen, and all sober-minded forces would find ways to get a share of the pie - instead of spreading it cheaply.
Instead of traitors and capitalists who smell the stench of capitalism, it is better to choose comrades who inherit some of the same beliefs.
After taking a deep look at the slipway shrouded in fog outside the window, the old man returned to his desk and sat down, thinking carefully.
"According to the progress of previous projects, the atomic steam generator has also begun to be assembled in the workshop. The main modular components of the entire nuclear reactor propulsion device have also been welded to the piping system of the first loop pump. There is no need to purchase additional steel for the main body.
The wizards are responsible for the counter-espionage aspect. The only problem is the time when the slipway will be closed..."
"Even if it is a 24/7 non-stop operation, it will take at least half a year..."
The pen in Makarov's hand kept writing various components of the aircraft carrier on the white paper, crossing out or circling some names from time to time, constantly calculating the possibility of shortening the construction period, and his face was full of solemnity and worry.
"Half a year is almost the completion time for normal dismantling. No matter how those wizards use magic to cover it up, the slipway needs to be completely vacated before that time point, and the sooner the better..."
The old man suddenly raised his head and glanced at the metal clock on the table, recalling the vivid metal owl in his mind.
"Unless magic can participate in the entire assembly work..."
Makarov looked at the densely written manuscript paper at hand, took a breath, and gradually relaxed his frown, shook his head with a wry smile, and slowly put down the pen in his hand.
Since it involves magic and the participation of wizards, he can't just think about it here alone.
According to Miss Teresa Apokalis, a group of carefully selected and invited special talents from the magic world will arrive at the Nikolayev Shipyard at the latest tomorrow morning to contact him for follow-up work.
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In the remaining time, he might as well eat, drink, and have a good rest... It is foreseeable that he may have to spend the next Christmas communicating with those dangerous and strange wizards.
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Thinking of this, Makarov stood up and moved his arms and shoulders, walked to the glass coffee table in the corner of the office, and looked curiously at the dinner plate covered by the dinner plate cover - it belonged to the wizards
In the supplementary agreement, workers at the Nikolayev Shipyard were promised meal standards.
In fact, this is also a condition that finally breaks down Makarov's psychological defense.
Since the beginning of this autumn, the entire Soviet Union has been facing an extremely serious food dilemma: large-scale crop failures, the inability to expand imports, and the refusal of private farms to hand over grain to the state, the entire Union has long been on the verge of famine.
The news of the disintegration of the Soviet Union pulled off the last fig leaf, and the bread reserves in the markets of various republics that had fallen into complete free trade and liberalized price systems were sold out almost overnight.
The bakeries are either closed and locked, or the shelves are frighteningly empty... Naturally, most of the Nikolayev Shipyard employees who have stopped paying wages for a month or two have returned home, or are trying to find other ways out.
Or go back to the countryside to buy and look for farmers who are still selling grain and cereals.
Makarov didn't have high expectations for the "richness" promised by the magic world.
"I hope it's not all black bread with sawdust... Just a free supply of big ribs, mashed potatoes, and simple bacon is enough to keep those guys in the factory. Of course, if there is vodka, then