Zhou Qingfeng is reading the contract memorandum, and Vice Minister Cuikov is also reading it. Although the former has a bad mouth, as long as the Vice Minister compares the contracts between ‘Holy Light’ and Nande, he will know which company to choose as a partner.
The contract of 'Holy Light' is obviously more detailed and practical, and just the initiative to inspect the factory and goods is enough to make the deputy minister feel favorably.
This is obviously a very responsible company.
In comparison, the complex and clumsy reselling tricks played by South Germany are simply disgusting. Thirty years ago, the Soviet personnel involved in contract negotiations would have been thrown directly into the Gulag labor camp.
Without thinking too much, Chuikov knew what happened behind the bad contract. But now...
The tide of history is coming!
There was a suitcase placed in the shadow of the room. Xiao Jinlang personally delivered it before dinner. Along with it were fifty packaged "Motorola" mobile phones, packed in two large cardboard boxes.
The gifts given by Zhou Qingfeng were at least a little more detailed. They used repair techniques to replace the counterfeit trademarks of the counterfeit ones, making them look more upscale.
These gifts can be sold directly on the black market or used as gifts when brought back to Moscow. Don't underestimate the importance of this gift. Western electronic products are very popular in Mao Xiong's family.
The generals in charge of arsenals in Eastern Europe can laugh from ear to ear even if they put away a video recorder, and the weapons and equipment in the warehouse are being sold out.
The latest mobile phone can impress people more than a video recorder.
"This young boy is like a devil. Who can refuse his request?" Chuikov pinched his head and smiled bitterly.
The secretary brought the coffee, glanced at the suitcase on the table, and specifically reminded: "Comrade Minister, it seems that the conditions for your agreement to the 'Holy Light' have not been agreed by other people in the ministry."
Chuikov, who was deep in thought, glared and became angry when he heard this. He sneered at his secretary and said in a deep voice: "Are you going to Lubyanka to report me?"
The secretary was tall and strong, in his thirties. After Chuikov looked angry, he immediately lowered his head, took half a step away, and said: "Of course not, I am just doing my duty now."
As a bureaucrat, Chuikov didn't have a good impression of his secretaries. These people were vicious dogs planted by the KGB and could tear him into pieces at any time.
The predecessor of the KGB was the Cheka, the All-Russian Counterrevolutionary Committee. Its initial mission was to clean up the scum and spies within the Soviet Union, including the bureaucracy that had always been distrusted.
What is difficult for outsiders to imagine is that throughout the entire history of the Red Empire, the bureaucracy and regulatory systems have been engaged in life-and-death internal struggles, and their cruelty far exceeds the harm caused by external forces.
The inside of the furry bears was cleaned and cleaned all day long, endlessly. But in this way, not only was their corruption problem not solved, it actually got worse.
There is a joke in the Soviet Union that the happiest thing is when the KGB knocks on the door in the middle of the night and yells, "Ivan, you are under arrest." You calmly tell the KGB, "I'm sorry, Ivan lives next door."
This kind of cold joke profoundly demonstrates the KGB's super power over the bureaucracy, which frightens countless people. But now the KGB itself cannot be protected, and it is no longer the loyal sword and shield of the Soviet Union.
Without the KGB, the Bear family's bureaucracy has completely let itself go.
Seeing the secretary give in, Chuikov snorted in disgust. He knew what the secretary meant, but he didn't care and pointed at the fifty mobile phones piled in the room.
"With all these things, who do you think would refuse my offer?"
Zhou Qingfeng provided mobile phones 'worth' US$4 million, which could be shipped directly back to Moscow on a special plane without paying taxes and immediately cashed in.
The secretary glanced and lowered his head, but continued to remind: "Comrade Minister, these are provided as payment for goods, I'm afraid they are not enough."
Chuikov was not the only one in the Ministry of Aviation Industry of the Soviet Union. There were thousands of people in the bureaucracy waiting to get benefits. At the end of the collapse of the Red Empire, all faces looked greedy and ugly.
The destruction of the empire was like a gluttonous feast, with countless vested interests holding knives and forks sitting around the table, devouring and carving up the alliance's decades of accumulation.
The Vice Minister sneered at the secretary's worries. He pointed to the suitcase on the table and said, "Friends of the Holy Light have given us a better gift."
At Chuikov's signal, the secretary opened the suitcase on the table.
It took a lot of effort for Xiao Jinlang to deliver the box. When the secretary took the box, he also felt that it was heavy, and he knew what was inside without having to guess too much.
But only when you open the suitcase can you feel how heavy this gift is.
Gold bars, golden gold bars.
There are no numbers or marks, just simple gold bars. The density of gold is extremely high, and a small suitcase holds more than 20 kilograms.
This is hard currency that is stronger than the U.S. dollar.
Ever since he was influenced by the goblin's "Charming Humans", Chuikov's thoughts began to change. He is still determined, but his thoughts are completely different from the past.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Chuikov picked up a gold bar, he felt it was a little hot, and there was a certain sting in his palm. He endured it, and the sting disappeared quickly, as if it had never appeared.
But the secretary who helped Chuikov deliver the gold bars felt the same way. After grabbing the heavy gold, he didn't want to let it go. After enduring the sting, he felt a sense of unspeakable fulfillment and joy.
"Go and pour me a cup of vodka." Chuikov was happy. He glanced at the coffee that had just been delivered and without hesitation chose to drink something to make himself happy.
"Your body is not suitable for drinking." The secretary put down the gold bar and wanted to give him some advice. He had been following Chuikov for two or three years and knew that Chuikov's stomach and liver were not in good condition.
"I feel much younger." Chuikov's heart surged with heat. He loosened his collar, as if a powerful force poured into him, making his whole body feel hot. "Go get a drink. I want to celebrate."
The secretary also felt energetic and gave the Vice Minister a drink. He wanted to drink some himself.
Chuikov drank up the 2-tael cup in one gulp. The strong liquor entered his throat, strongly stimulating his brain, and the pleasure from the gold bar became more intense and exciting.
What a wonderful feeling.
"Put the gold bars away, and we will return to Moscow tomorrow. The Holy Light Company is very ambitious, and I like companies that are ambitious and pay high prices.
What the Holy Light wants, I can give. What I want, the Holy Light can also give. The president of this company is very interesting, he is a nasty little guy."
Chuikov took the bottle and drank three glasses in a row. His stomach, which should have been stimulated by the alcohol, felt warm, as if the pain caused by years of alcoholism had been cured by the sudden acquisition of gold.
The Vice Minister was so excited that he could never get drunk after a thousand drinks. The more he drank, the happier he became. A large bottle of vodka was quickly consumed. Even the secretary was surprised.
Chuikov should have become a drunkard, but he slept very well that night, very well. When he woke up the next morning, he was in great shape at the beginning.
On the other side, Xiao Jinlang, who was in charge of delivering gifts, called Zhou Qingfeng to report. Zhou Qingfeng asked specifically, "Old Xiao, you didn't open the suitcase and touch the things inside, did you?"
Xiao Jinlang was very unhappy, "Mr. Zhou, do you think I'm stupid? Can't you guess that the heavy box is gold bars? Am I the kind of person who is greedy for money?"
But Zhou Qingfeng said seriously: "This has nothing to do with greed. What I mean is don't touch the things inside, those gold bars... Anyway, just don't touch them.
If you touch it, you must come to me within 24 hours, otherwise it will be very troublesome."
"What do you mean?" Lao Xiao didn't understand.
"It's not interesting, just remember not to touch it."