No matter how big the ambition is, it must be carried out in a down-to-earth manner.
In line with the concept that talents are rare and should not be used in vain, Zhou Qingfeng drew a circle in the office and kicked Fujita Ryuji, who had not been active in work recently, to Novosibirsk City, where Da Mao's family lived.
Fujita really wanted to cry to death. He didn't dare to go back to Japan because he was being investigated by the Tokyo Prefectural Prosecutor's Special Investigation Division. He was so upset at the Hanzhong branch that he wanted to be a concubine. Naturally, he was given a rating of bad attitude.
Uncle Zhou said he was really kicking.
If Fujita was given another chance, he would never dare to do so - the word Novosibirsk sounded desolate and cold, and going there wouldn't be like being exiled.
Not really.
Novosibirsk is located in the middle of Greater Mao Zedong and is an important heavy industry manufacturing base. It has strong research and development advantages in machine tool manufacturing, aerospace engines, railway locomotives, etc.
For example, Novosibirsk State Technical University, formerly known as the ‘Electrotechnical Institute’, sounds like a third-rate college, but it is actually the research and development site of Alliance heavy machine tools.
The heavy machine tool complex in the city is the largest planer and boring machine manufacturer in the alliance. The equipment it produces is specially used to process oversized workpieces, such as the wings of large bombers or fuel tanks for heavy-duty launch vehicles.
Xiao Jinlang has been recruiting people into Mao Zi's university since last year. The Novosibirsk State Technical University has also been recruiting 2,000 people, focusing on aviation machinery and automation.
Fujita was asked to use Japanese standards to examine the value of Novosibirsk's large companies from another angle as to whether they could be "moved to bargain hunting."
"This is absolutely ridiculous!"
Fujita had to fly from Hanzhong to the Imperial Capital, and then transfer from the Imperial Capital to Novosibirsk. The moment he boarded the plane, he wanted to jump up.
"The purpose of sending a Japanese to inspect Russian territory is to serve flower growers. I am actually asked to perform such a stupid task. It would be better to send me to a hard labor camp."
The opportunities in life are so magical.
Complaints are complaints. After more than ten hours, Fujita set off in the morning and landed in Da Mao's third largest city late at night. He and a dozen of his fellow investigators arrived at the airport hall and found that except for customs, the place was closed after get off work.
The terminal was empty, not even a ghost. It was strange that there was such an airport in the world. The tour leader made a phone call, and an hour later a minibus drove up from outside the terminal.
The skinny driver lowered the window and shouted in broken English to the inspection team hiding in the terminal: "'Holy Light' inspection team? Are you okay?"
Not OK at all.
In June, the temperature in Novosibirsk ranges from ten to twenty degrees, and at night it drops to about four or five degrees, which is still a bit cold. Fujita followed the expedition team into the broken car, greeted them in English, and bowed slightly.
"Is he Japanese?"
"Yes. My name is Fujita."
"Oh, only Japanese people bow when they meet. My name is Valentin."
Driver Mao Zi was quite enthusiastic and introduced himself to everyone. He also explained why he came so late.
"I went to a friend's house for a few drinks and forgot about you. But you are lucky. I happened to be awake when I called."
No one could accept this explanation, including Fujita. It was late at night, the members of the inspection team were tired and sleepy, and they were eager to stay in a hotel to rest, but no one responded.
The minibus was playing the loud music of the Maozi underground band and making a clanging sound as it drove all the way into the city. The hotel that could be booked suddenly didn't have enough rooms and one was missing.
As a last resort, someone from the inspection team had to stay in another hotel. This person was Fujita, and he could only follow Valentin and board the minibus again.
This time, Zhongbai was completely empty, traveling in a completely unfamiliar country, unfamiliar city, and unfamiliar streets.
Fujita, who was mentally and physically exhausted, sat next to the driver's seat with his luggage. Valentin drove the car, turned off the music, turned around and said, "I'm sorry."
Fujita's English was very poor and he was unable to express his modesty and had no interest in it. He bowed his head and replied, "It doesn't matter."
"Why do you, a Japanese, work for the Holy Light?"
"You look thin and don't look Russian at all."
The two chatted with each other, and both laughed bitterly. There was still some distance to the other hotel, and Valentin casually talked about himself.
"We are in dire straits. It's hard to find jobs. Many factories have no orders or raw materials and have to stop operations.
There is nothing in the market, but the banks are about to be squeezed, and everyone wants to convert their rubles into dollars or other currencies.
I'm lucky, I know a little English, and Holy Light hired me. So I can still support my family. Many people are not so lucky."
Having said this, Valentin pointed out of the car window, "Look at those people."
I don't know which street the minibus passed by, but there were seven or eight people lying crookedly on the roadside. There were also some people leaning against the wall, wearing decent clothes, but staying up all night.
"The people lying on the ground are homeless people, and the people sitting are white-collar workers who have come to the city to find jobs. They have no place to live, so they can only find a place to stay overnight."
The word 'white-collar workers' aroused Fujita's interest. He raised his head and looked out the car window and found that there were young girls among the people sleeping rough. "Why? Is it safe for them to sleep rough like this?"
"It's not bad." Valentin shrugged, "Now everyone has no money, and it's hard to find a job. It's really hard. Everyone who can go to Moscow has left, leaving only those who can't.
People in rural areas have no money to buy fertilizer, gasoline, or even seeds. All their savings have been wiped out, and they have to go to the city to survive.
But things are not much better in the city. Moscow doesn’t care about us at all. We can only live by selling our inherent assets and rely on the ‘Holy Light’ to maintain our economy. Isn’t it ridiculous?”
A few simple words, full of bitter self-deprecation. Valentin spoke quickly, constantly using gestures to strengthen his tone, and the words were easy to understand.
Fujita didn't expect that he would hear this, so he asked Valentin to pay attention to driving. Valentin's voice was too loud and he didn't hear clearly, so he asked him what he said.
"Nothing." Fujita shook his head sadly, thinking of Japan's current poor economy. He was a little lucky that the situation in the country was not so bad that the society collapsed, and asked proactively: "Are you working as a driver for the Holy Light?"
"No, I am a thug of the Holy Light, and driving is just a side job."
Fujita thought he heard it wrong. The word "thug" didn't match Valentin's emaciated appearance.
Valentin laughed loudly, "You can't imagine what I do for the Holy Light? I'm really a thug, specializing in dealing with scattered dealers from flower growers, especially those who sell fake goods.
‘Holy Light’ is very overbearing and doesn’t like anyone to ruin its reputation. However, many flower growers come to do business with us, and many of the products they sell are of very poor quality.
For example, someone sold a down jacket last year that contained straw instead of down. Wearing it would freeze someone to death. We would grab every businessman like this when we see one.
‘Holy Light’ has hired a lot of people like me to do this kind of thing. We are like dogs, running around the city every day. There are some things that big people can’t solve, but just come to us.”
Valentin was quite proud of his work. He turned to look at Fujita and asked, "What kind of company do you think Holy Light is?"
Fujita was stunned for a long time and then uttered a Japanese word, "Godzilla."
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