Dzerzhinsky was helpless. He had to carry out the orders of his superiors and be responsible for selling goods. However, he spent half a year investigating the situation, but the information on the economic situation of rabbits with detailed data and actual cases was not paid attention to.
Unwilling to be reconciled, Dzerzhinsky simply sold the information to the outside world for $500,000. After some bargaining, an unknown international intelligence broker bought it for only $5,000.
After selling the information, Dzerzhinsky had to escort the second batch of armored vehicles to a vehicle and machinery factory northeast of Rabbit. The condition of this second batch of armored vehicles was obviously better than the first batch. It seemed that the big shots in Moscow were not satisfied with the previous transaction.
Very satisfied with the transaction.
Hundreds of armored vehicles were all covered with tarpaulin, and were transported to the open space of the factory on flatbed trailers for parking. This time Dzerzhinsky did not leave immediately after delivery. He found another person who had come here earlier in the name of visiting a friend.
A Russian.
"Maharlin, it's not easy to find you." Dzerzhinsky walked in a maintenance workshop for a long time, and his leather boots finally stopped in front of an armored vehicle that was being repaired.
A big man covered in oil emerged from under the chassis. After seeing the person in front of him clearly, he asked in surprise: "Damn Dzerzhinsky, what are you doing here?"
"You seem to not want to see me, are you worried that you will be driven away?"
"No, I just don't want my colleagues in the factory to misunderstand. I have revealed my identity to them, and I have nothing to fear from you."
The greasy man stood up straight, waved to Dzerzhinsky and said, "You're definitely not going to do anything good here. Let's go. If anything happens, let's go to the lounge and discuss it openly. I don't want to cause misunderstanding, let alone cause trouble."
This public attitude surprised Dzerzhinsky. However, considering that his current identity was actually semi-public, he had nothing to be particularly secretive about, so he followed the greasy man to a lounge not far away.
The rest room is very simple, just a tin shed with ventilation on all sides, a few chairs and a square table, where workers can have a rest and drink water when they are tired.
When Wasteland Trade contacted a certain big shot in Moscow, they asked the other party to provide a group of professional technicians who were familiar with armored vehicle maintenance. This was how Mahalin was sent, but he was also given a small secret mission before setting off.
Who exactly is Rabbit going to sell these modified armored vehicles to? The big shot in Moscow who has some connections with the military obviously wants to do business directly with Rabbit’s customers, so that he can at least make more money.
Money, this is all about money.
At that time, Rabbit was so poor that he even sold ballistic missiles. Now Bear is so poor that he wants to do any business. However, the Bear and Rabbit families have always been against each other, and they often stabbed each other with smiles on their faces.
"Don't ask me who the final buyer of these armored vehicles is? I don't know." Mahalin grabbed two bottles of kvass from the refrigerator in the lounge, threw one to Dzerzhinsky, and spread his hands.
He didn't know anything about it. "Don't expect me to get any confidential information."
Dzerzhinsky looked at the glass bottle of kvass in his hand, changed the topic and asked: "It seems that you are living a good life here? You seem to have lost a lot of weight."
"Ah ha..., yes. Life here is very good. The doctor said that I have fatty liver and severe obesity. I was frightened and asked what should I do? They said..., eat less. So I successfully lost weight.
"
"Hahaha..." Talking about his situation, Mahalin was overjoyed. He drank a mouthful of kvass and said loudly: "We only had fifty people working here at the beginning, but do you know how many there are now? Three
More than a hundred!
My friends, my teachers, and my comrades-in-arms, I brought them all here. Most of the armor maintenance personnel of the Second Guards Division that defends Moscow are here. Yes, it is the famous Taman Division. We all came here.
Made money."
Hearing this, Dzerzhinsky's first reaction was 'impossible'. But looking at Mahalin's calm expression, and thinking about the money-hungry temper of those bureaucrats in Moscow, he could only sigh: "No one
Stop you?"
"As long as we give you money, who will stop it?" Mahalin shook his head, "The companies here have countless college students, a large number of scientific researchers, and very good bureaucrats and managers, but they lack excellent technicians. And we are.
Someone they need."
Mahalin also raised his dirty hands and said happily: "This factory was not well run before, and it has not paid attention to the training of technicians for a long time, and the salary it paid was not high. All the original technicians went to find other places.
Gone to work.
The result is that the company that takes over this factory must pay very high wages to us to come and work. We don’t care whether it’s dirty or not, as long as we pay.” At the end, Mahalin added, “The new managers are very generous with their money.
, my companions and I are very satisfied and want to continue doing this.”
Hearing the news of poaching, Dzerzhinsky's face turned a little gloomy, but he didn't say anything. He has encountered many strange things over the years, not least this one. He looked at the busy crowd in the repair shop from time to time.
The flashing Russian believed the other party's words.
"How long can you work here?"
"At least four or five years."
"so long?"
"The managers of the factory want to train their own technicians, so they recruit many young people to study in the factory. And we are their teachers, teaching them some practical knowledge in mechanical design.
There are also professors from local universities who come to teach. However, those well-dressed people look like scholars without any practical experience. They only use textbooks to teach useless dead knowledge, which really makes them unable to do anything.
Even a hammer can't make it.
My teacher was recognized as having rich theoretical and practical experience, and the factory manager specially hired him as the technical director. He has been quietly serving the Russian army for more than 20 years, while others went abroad, but he did not leave at all. But this
But this time he was sent out by domestic bureaucrats.
By the way, how much do you think he can earn per month?"
Mao Xiong’s electronic technology is very poor and scummy, but Mao Xiong was able to dominate the world because of its basic skills. His mechanical technology is very good, and there are endless classic weapons. They are simple, sturdy, and reliable. These are all advantages.
After Mahalin asked the question, he crossed his fingers to indicate the answer. Dzerzhinsky frowned and asked: "One hundred thousand..., soft sister coins?"
"Hahaha..., my teacher seemed very unhappy when he was sent here. When the manager of this company wanted to keep him, he asked for one hundred thousand rubles. He thought one hundred thousand rubles a month was very scary, but as a gift
The offer letter that came over stated a monthly salary of one hundred thousand dollars.
My teacher sighed all night while holding the letter of appointment. He told me that he had also been to a flower grower back then. The flower grower was so poor at that time, but now he was given a monthly salary of 100,000 US dollars for an ordinary technician. It was terrible.
.”
"how about you?"
"I'm much worse. I'm rated as a sixth-level fitter and assistant technician. My monthly salary is 10,000...USD."
Fuck!
Thinking that the report he had worked hard to write for half a year was sold for only 5,000 US dollars, but an old technician here can earn over 100,000 US dollars a month, and a technician can also earn 10,000 US dollars. Dzerzhinsky's psychology immediately became unbalanced.
He scolded his mother in displeasure - "I am a dignified intelligence officer and I don't make more than a greasy technician. This makes it difficult not to rebel."