When the country collapsed, there were holes from top to bottom. Zhou Qingfeng faced Cui Kefu, and Gong Wei faced low-level civil servants. Equipment that cost hundreds of millions to produce was resold for a fraction of the price.
Some don't even have enough.
Led by petty bureaucrats from the Ministry of Aviation Industry, Gong Wei got to know a large number of low-level civil servants from Mao Xiong's family. They were like each other, looked after each other, and tried their best to realize the power they were about to lose.
Gong Wei would like to ask the President if he would like to purchase a batch of ‘retired’ military vehicles from former Warsaw Pact countries.
But when a call was made to the hotel where the president was staying, Lin Wan, who was left behind, said that the president had left and that if there was any problem, everyone would decide for themselves. Anyway, he was here to buy at the bottom, so just buy it if you can.
In Moscow today, monsters and monsters are running around everywhere.
It’s not just the Holy Light who want to buy the bottom, there are people in Europe, America, Japan and South Korea who are doing it. Even Beibang Persia and Third Brother are doing it, hoping to take a bite of meat from the alliance’s corpse.
Beibang's missile technology was acquired during this period.
But... Europe, the United States, Japan and South Korea have their own heavy industries, and they don’t look down on Maozi’s ordinary goods. For example, each industrial country can produce light and heavy trucks themselves, and their performance is better. Why do they want Maozi’s rough goods?
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And like Beibang, once the Maozi collapses, it will become a poor man. It can only get a few missiles and carrier vehicles. It is not easy to barter.
Should Beibang exchange coal for Maozi? Or should Persia exchange oil for Maozi? Maozi himself sells this. By trading coal and oil, he can spray salt soda in the faces of these poor people.
There are some products and businesses that only the Holy Light can handle. Only Zhou Qingfeng can get transport planes and trains to complete large-scale mobilization and transportation of goods.
Otherwise, it will end up in the same embarrassment as in South Germany, where after five years of struggling with 500 wagons, what was sold was still a bunch of hated "counterfeits."
After the emergence of the 'Holy Light', it provided huge demand and supply capacity. Maozi's low-level civil servants simply threw away the control from above and did business privately - lest the 'middlemen' make the difference.
How come the oligarchs get all the money and the people at the bottom can only eat scraps? Everyone is stealing national assets, and no one is nobler than the other.
It was inconvenient for Cuikov's men to contact Zhou Qingfeng, so they contacted Gong Wei - wanting to sell at least tens of thousands of military vehicles to the Holy Light.
From the one-ton payload ‘Vaz’ 452 off-road command vehicle to the twelve-axle, twenty-four-wheel drive heavy-duty missile carrier ‘Maz’ 7907, we have everything you need.
Not only do they have cars, low-level bureaucrats also have a variety of aircraft in their hands. From 'Miri' to 'Kamov', from 'Beriev' to 'Antonov'.
Large planes are difficult to handle and require formal channels. However, Mao Xiong’s family also has many small planes that can be transported easily.
Besides, Mao Xiongjia covers a vast territory, so why does it have to conduct transactions in Moscow? Supervision is weaker in other places. Kazan, Irkutsk, Siberia, and even the Far East.
Anyway, there is a fleet of IL-76s, so where can’t they be delivered?
The low-level bureaucrats really broadened Gong Wei's thinking.
Some petty bureaucrats are very direct - give me one hundred thousand dollars, just one hundred thousand dollars, and I will tell you about some unknown war preparation warehouse in a remote place.
You can just haul things in the warehouse, but no one is paying attention to the bottom floor anyway. If we don't get some money, the guards will starve to death.
The big bureaucrats in Mao Xiong are rushing to sell themselves. The petty bureaucrats below are even more unscrupulous. They know the situation well, and the holes they dig will be huge and scary.
Gong Wei was frightened by the various little 'worms' who came to contact him. He did not have enough manpower, funds and power to accept the influx of black goods.
But at this critical moment, Lin Wan said to Gong Wei who came to ask for advice, 'The president is nowhere to be found. Before he leaves, let us be brave and make our own decisions.'
The brave ones will be starved to death, and the timid ones will be starved to death.
Gong Wei didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he could only bring back a group of people from the wandering visiting group to collect the black goods provided by the "worms".
At the same time, the little foreign girl Megan also angrily asked Eagle Sauce’s intelligence personnel in Moscow, “Did the CEO of ‘Holy Light’ disappear from the hotel three days ago?
Are you all pigs? I asked at least two agents to monitor this person 24 hours a day. But he disappeared for three days and only now do you know?"
In a disguised postal van outside the Nikolskaya Hotel, the little foreign girl stared angrily at the several tall and sturdy men in front of her.
Although Megan showed her teeth and claws, her pink and tender face was not intimidating in the slightest. The agents who faced her had all experienced bloody storms, and they only had expressionless faces and allowed her to scold them.
"Do you think my level is not high enough?" Megan shouted: "I am a senior DOD administrator, and I have the right to direct your work? Do you want to resign or go home and eat shit?"
The sweet voice was shrill, but the big men wanted to laugh. Everyone was professionally trained, and it was their basic quality to do what they said. No one really took the rookie from DOD in front of them too seriously.
His partner Daniel couldn't stand it anymore. He waved his hand to several intelligence officers stationed in Moscow to leave, and then said to the young foreign girl in a deep voice: "Michelle..."
"My name is Megan now."
"Okay, Megan." Daniel pulled up a stool, sat in front of the little foreign girl and tried to comfort her, "The intelligence business is very realistic. No one will listen to the orders of an unfamiliar superior, because it will kill people."
"I have DOD authorization, why don't they stop me?"
The little foreign girl had a cold face and hated her to death, "There is definitely something wrong with the company 'Holy Light', and its president definitely has shady stories. Why don't you all take it seriously?"
"Because the Cold War is over." Daniel said with a straight face and an emphasis on his tone, "Everyone respects you and your background.
But the Warsaw Pact was disbanded two months ago, and the entire NATO breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how deep your background is, you are just a rookie. No one is willing to find trouble for you.
The most important thing now is to ensure that there are no problems with the Soviet nuclear arsenal. As for the rest, who cares? Does DOD care?"
The little foreign girl immediately retorted, "What if the 'Holy Light' is also eyeing the nuclear arsenal?"
"Then it also has a semi-official status and is a representative of one of the five permanent members of the Security Council. If we really find evidence, we can solve it through diplomatic channels. But we found nothing.
‘Holy Light’ resells tobacco, clothing, and food every day, in exchange for trucks and passenger planes whose technological level is far inferior to that of the West. Are we going to stop this?”
The little foreign girl opened her mouth, then closed it breathlessly.
As his partner, Daniel patted her shoulder gently and prepared to get out of the car to let this rookie with a senior professional title calm down for a while.
But the agent who had just left came back and said: "Miss Megan, the DOD official feels that you are too idle. Is there a job for you?"
"What do you want me to do?" the little foreign girl asked.
"Go to Kiev. As the US security officer of the Security Council's nuclear disarmament agreement, you will keep an eye on the tactical nuclear weapons over there." The agent smiled, as if giving the little foreign girl a little punishment.