If it weren't for Zhou Qingfeng's troubles, Er Mao would continue to be the "Champion of the World Misery Competition" for more than 20 years. The West has a special word to describe it - European brothel.
Fifty percent of Western tourists come to Ermaojia for one thing, because it is cheap and good quality.
That doesn't sound like a good situation.
Not to mention "nuclear weapons" and the like. Thirty years later, on some websites that cannot mention their URLs, Ukrainian models are the cheapest.
A girl with long legs and good looks who can dance ballet can take a set of photos for only twenty dollars an hour. This amount of money is only enough to be robbed once in a black area in the United States.
In 1990, the per capita GDP of 2 cents was US$1,500. Thirty years later, they have just exceeded US$3,000. Considering the skyrocketing prices and the sharp depreciation of the US dollar over the years, they are actually experiencing negative growth.
General Chechevatov also has complicated feelings about Zhou Qingfeng. If he hadn't been this bastard, he should have returned to Moscow as a part-time dean of the military academy after the alliance disintegrated.
But now, your Excellency the General is an important cornerstone of national security and stability. Everyone must give the General a smile to prevent him from being cruel and dragging everyone down with him.
In September, Uncle Zhou caused trouble in the Kiev Military District. After causing great trouble, he patted his butt and left. The general was roasted on the fire and was in a dilemma.
There is no money.
No money at all.
Unlike the street politicians, the general has no clue. He clearly understands that force is the basis for ensuring his own life, and the economy is the basis for maintaining force.
Now that the furry bear is dead, the big furry, 2nd, 3rd furry and the miscellaneous furs are separated. Every family has no food left, and no one can take care of anyone else.
After hurriedly taking office, the general tried his best to gather the military strength of the Ermao family first. Looking around, he first asked Europe and the United States for money, saying that he would stabilize the regional situation.
With Tu-160's wings flapping, Europe and the United States at least sent some money to prevent the situation from ending. With the money, the general breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and wanted to settle the score with Zhou Qingfeng.
"There are more than twenty nuclear warheads missing from my nuclear preparation warehouse. It is definitely your fault. If you don't want to be hunted around the world, please return the nuclear warheads quickly."
The general did not dare to use any communication methods such as radio for fear of being eavesdropped. He sent his adjutant to find Moscow and blocked Zhou Qingfeng at the Nikolskaya Hotel.
The adjutant brought a message from the general for the first time, sternly threatening Zhou Qingfeng to return the nuclear bomb. Uncle Zhou was completely unimpressed - if you have the guts, tell the whole world, and see who will be killed first?
The adjutant's attitude quickly softened. It was too late to hide the nuclear bomb. If he disclosed it, he would cause trouble for himself. He asked Zhou Qingfeng to give money to settle the situation.
Uncle Zhou patted his pockets and said very bachelorly: "If you can squeeze the oil out of a miser like me, I think you are great!"
But things can’t just be settled like that, right?
If they could meet face to face, General Chechevatov would like to shoot Zhou Qingfeng a hundred times. No matter what, he cannot let this bastard go.
But Zhou Qingfeng only said, "Can we do barter trade? I will produce light industrial products, and you will produce heavy industrial products."
The adjutant immediately walked away.
The last time the trouble happened was because of the "barter trade", which resulted in a troublemaker. Now he dared to mention it again. The general and the adjutant both said "it's tolerable, but who can't be tolerated".
From the end of September to the end of December, General Chechevatov was busy stabilizing the situation and cleaning up the mess. Zhou Qingfeng was also busy poaching corners of the Mao family, and the two parties only had one contact.
Parted unhappy.
When 1991 was about to pass, on the day when the alliance was officially disbanded, the general sent his adjutant here again.
Marco Shi led people into Zhou Qingfeng's suite, closed the door, and stood guard at the door. Inside the room, Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a wine bottle and two cups, and pointed to the small living room of the suite.
"Please sit down, Lord Lvov. I hope we can come up with something useful this time."
The wine bottle and glasses were placed on the glass table, and Zhou Qingfeng poured a glass for both parties. The strong smell of whiskey overflowed, but the adjutant stared at him coldly and did not touch the glasses.
"How are you doing, General?"
"You'll know that just by watching the news."
"I've been busy lately and haven't paid much attention to your place."
"Yes, you are really busy recently. You are the busiest broker in Moscow. If you ask around, you will hear your name."
Zhou Qingfeng laughed loudly after hearing this and sat down on the sofa. His 'cursed coin' was destroyed by the goddess, and he could no longer continue to corrupt people.
But many times there is no need for a 'curse', people themselves become corrupted.
'Holy Light' actually doesn't have much foreign exchange, and what it has is used wisely. Considering the current turbulent situation, Zhou Qingfeng mostly takes the lower-level route and uses physical goods to win over people.
It is easy to accumulate fame by taking the lower-level route. Only the adjutant will tease Zhou Qingfeng when meeting him. He is currently the largest broker in Moscow. The number of visitors to the "Holy Light" recently exceeded 500, and they really penetrated into every corner of Moscow.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't care about this, but Mr. Adjutant had no time to chat with him because General Chechevatov couldn't sit still in Ermao.
After the chaos in September, the general was faced with a mess. In addition to being in urgent need of money, he also needed to solve the living problems of his men. But the little money from Western aid could only be sent to beggars.
Despite the fact that Ermao's family is poor, prices are extremely high. It is clearly the "breadbasket of Europe", but in the end, even the food is very expensive.
Here is another word from Black Bear - the Alliance's agriculture has been a tragedy for a long time, with 35 million to 40 million tons of food wasted every year.
The bureaucracy is severe and the management skills are really bad.
Odessa is an important port city in the Ermao family. It has a warm climate and four distinct seasons. It is also a good crop-producing area. It has long used railways to transport vegetables and fruits to Moscow.
However, the vegetables that were beautiful when loaded onto the truck were basically rotten when they were shipped to Moscow. Either the shipment was delayed or they were handled roughly. This kind of thing would have been punished in other countries.
The Moscow-based bureaucracy never felt anything was wrong. Even if all the vegetables rotted, it was considered a 'normal loss' caused by force majeure.
Anyway, according to the statistical reports, the vegetable production is gratifying, and the railway transportation capacity has also increased. As for whether it can be eaten after it arrives, it has nothing to do with the bureaucrats.
Although the alliance has disintegrated, the bureaucrats are still the same people. The current social situation will not get better because of this, but will only get worse. The current situation is that the price of food for the 20-cent household has risen, and the little money provided by Western aid is simply not enough.
Not only food, but also all other daily necessities are problematic. The West does not need the heavy industrial products of the Ermao family, whether it is aircraft, ships or vehicles.
The entire business system was difficult to maintain, and the situation was about to be turbulent again. The general finally remembered that he seemed to have a way of 'barter trade'.
Need money, no.
Not a penny.
But I want goods, all kinds of daily necessities.
It's up to you to figure out what I have at home. Anyway, find a way to transport the things I want, and hurry up and bring down the high prices, otherwise my subordinates will rebel again.