Chapter five hundred and twentieth eight bets and choices
In today's situation, as long as you can eat and survive, it is the best job.
Having a pile of cold rubles and bonds but no food can be said to be the most terrifying thing of this era...
Since the global grain harvest failed and the Soviet Union's policy of centralized agricultural control failed, the former Soviet Union has been unable to pay foreign suppliers of imported grain as scheduled, resulting in the suspension of a large number of freight trades.
If a few years ago people thought that long queues to buy sausages were the worst-case scenario, then from 1991 onwards people could be seen everywhere lining up to buy sugar, butter, rice, salt, flour, potatoes and other basic foodstuffs.
The phenomenon of long queues has become a daily routine.
Even as the director of the Nikolaev Shipyard, Makarov has not had a decent dinner for a long time. In this environment, as long as he can have a turkey and a few sausages, it is enough.
It can be considered a luxury.
While thinking this, Makarov opened the lid of the hemispherical dinner plate with a little anticipation.
The next moment, a rich aroma spread from the plate in front of him, accompanied by a mellow meaty and black pepper aroma that Makarov had almost forgotten, and matched with the heat rising from the authentic Russian beet soup, even if it was just
Just smelling it can make your whole body feel warmer.
Next to the Russian beef stew with potatoes, there is also classic big bread topped with rich onion oil, soft mashed potatoes prepared with creamy honey, and caviar with a full and lustrous surface on each grain, which is mellow and juxtaposed.
And exquisite.
The only drawback was that Makarov couldn't find any trace of the "Water of Life" vodka, but a simple glass of home-brewed wine could barely satisfy his thirst for wine in the past few months.
Gulu...
Makarov, who was already extremely hungry, swallowed hard and instantly felt his stomach begin to protest.
Without any hesitation, the old man quickly picked up the metal fork next to the dinner plate, looked at the potato stew and other side dishes that exuded the heat and meaty aroma, and couldn't wait to fork a piece into his mouth.
The potatoes and beef were cooked very soft and tasty. It may have something to do with the ingredients chosen, but they were far more substantial than what he had eaten before.
The carefully cooked potatoes had already been stewed to a golden brown, and were soft and fragrant in the mouth. The gaps between them were soaked with beef broth. With the warmth of black pepper, the coldness that had been lingering on Makarov's body for the past few days dissipated almost instantly.
"The food in the magical world is so delicious. The boys at the shipyard are so lucky..."
At this moment, Makarov's expression suddenly froze.
Wait, if this is what the wizards call workers’ daily meals, then the price must be too high, right?
If such a sumptuous meal supply can be fully realized, all employees of the Nikolayev Shipyard will become one of the happiest people living in this large land this winter.
At the same time, Makarov recalled the contract placed on the table in his mind, and the words that the girl repeated at least three or four times in his memory - all of this was for
Ulyanov.
"Transfer...the red fire...that's it!"
Makarov stood up suddenly, walked quickly to his desk, roughly opened the drawer, found a phone book that had been there for a long time, and carefully compared the names and positions on it and read it carefully.
He clearly remembered that the little witch made a casual request before leaving, hoping that he could help write letters to some familiar Soviet scientific researchers and invite them to temporarily work in the potato shop opened by Tianming Group.
.
However, the remuneration paid is very strange, it is a share of the quantity of potatoes sold to external parties at their own price.
Potato shop, potato-ruble mixed payment, free potato goulash supply... Their goal is not just here!
Perhaps those high-level officials with national supplies and guarantees do not need to worry that their lives will be in trouble due to the disintegration of the Soviet Union, but Makarov knows very well that even in Ukrainian cities known as the breadbasket of Europe, there are now
The prices of food and consumer goods have skyrocketed and demand exceeds supply.
There is no doubt that such a huge and mysterious existence in the wizarding world cannot only focus on his shipyard that is on the verge of bankruptcy. It can be seen from the fact that the leader of the negotiation is a little girl. Those wizards
There must be more important goals and a larger space for resource scheduling.
If Makarov guessed correctly, most of the adult executors of the Destiny Group are already circling around senior officials and armies of various republics, conducting invisible and invisible transactions.
Since they can go to great lengths to save an unfinished aircraft carrier, those valuable talents who created and laid the foundation of Soviet industry and science will naturally get more opportunities to tilt and transfer resources. As for the reason...
Makarov raised his glass to the portrait hanging on the wall of his office, with a determined look on his face.
"Comrade Ulyanov, Happy New Year, we have received your gift!"
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Russia, Bolshevik Hammer Tavern.
After Elena processed all the information gathered in front of her, she took a sip of warm water from the enamel open cup, slightly moistened her dry lips, sang songs all afternoon, and talked for so long, she felt
My throat was almost smoking.
Although she wanted to try the vodka of this era, it was a pity that Grindelwald was particularly resolute on this matter.
According to this ancient concept that lived in the last century, children should drink milk, boiled water and juice. Whether it is coffee or alcoholic drinks, they are all restricted drinks for adults, and Elena is no exception.
Thinking of this, Elena couldn't help but take another sharp look at Grindelwald, who was slumped in an armchair not far away. At this time, the old man was happily drinking a can of Bavarian dark beer.
"Just wait, don't be too happy too early. I will definitely expose you to Professor Dumbledore for drinking secretly when I return to school!"
"It's up to you... Anyway, Albus can never control me, but it's different for some children. Hiccup~"
Grindelwald shrugged noncommittally and said with an indifferent expression.
As he spoke, Grindelwald glanced at the white-haired dumpling who seemed to have some fried hair, raised his eyebrows, and quickly changed the subject.
"But speaking of it, why did you deliberately torment that Muggle so many times this afternoon... I can see that you are sure to convince him even without the help of the Forgetting Curse."
In fact, this can be said to be the most confusing afternoon for Grindelwald these days. The negotiation process was both smooth and full of twists and turns.
More than once, Elena made some unplanned requests or made some outrageous behaviors, deliberately pushing the incident to an unhappy ending.
Even after the first preliminary negotiation was completed, they deliberately left the Nikolayev Shipyard directly, and then let the group of them apparate directly to the Muggle's office to start over.
"Because the human heart is the most complex thing in the world. All unbreakable fortresses often collapse from within."
Elena's eyes flickered and she shook her head slowly, "Besides, sometimes, I can't even see through myself, let alone a stranger. I don't want to, and I dare not, put all my bets on an unknown future."
On tested faith and humanity..."
As for whether Makarov would notice something was wrong afterwards and whether he would become uncontrollably angry because of it, she had already used two archives to test the results in advance.
In Elena's eyes, this old man is more than just an experienced ordinary technical worker.
If nothing else happens, he is the person most likely to be the first and most important step for Destiny and the magic world to leverage the "scientific brains" of the former Soviet Union - the next thing will be fission.