Du Fei returned to the suite where he was staying alone, quickly reviewing the situation of his meeting with Serov in his mind.
Although he had just stepped into Sulian territory, he had the most intuitive impression of Sulian's current situation, which was the local vassalization.
If we look at this situation from the Far East alone, it seems that it is not too serious yet and is in an early stage.
But don’t forget, in the world before Du Fei traveled through the world, the Super Union would collapse and form more than a dozen countries, and there was no Far East in it!
Du Fei can reasonably speculate that the situation of "vassalization" in other places is much more serious than in the Far East.
Especially the Baltic Sea coast and several Stans in Central Asia.
Thinking back to the world before time travel, in the end Sulian sent troops to Afhan, but they were stuck in the quagmire for ten years and consumed themselves to death.
I'm afraid there is a cauldron of feudalization.
Fighting in Afghanistan requires a huge investment of funds every year. Although this is a heavy burden for the Soviet Union Central Committee, it is a piece of fat for the Central Asian countries next to Afghanistan.
To some extent, their interests are not aligned with Moscow's.
However, in order to gain power, Polezhny gave too much indulgence to the local government. Faced with this situation, he wanted to make changes, but he was unable to do so.
For the same reason, Serov took the initiative to find Du Fei through Natasha this time.
In their case, local collective interests have taken precedence over Moscow's overall interests.
It was precisely because Du Fei saw through this that he decisively gave them more benefits.
Only if this benefit is attractive enough to kidnap local groups in the entire Far East, can there be any hope of success in the next step of simultaneous disarmament by both parties.
From the current point of view, this matter can no longer be solved unilaterally in Moscow.
Even if Moscow agrees in principle, the Far East has a hundred ways to stop it and even create some tense atmosphere when necessary.
Those troops have become bargaining chips and resources in their hands, and talking about disarmament now is cutting off their flesh.
There is only one way to break the situation, which is to create a greater benefit.
Of course, this so-called ‘greater benefit’ cannot fundamentally be ‘greater’, but ‘greater’ is enough for individuals.
In a nutshell, it is nothing more than abolishing public service for private reasons.
It’s just that this ‘private’ must be big enough and substantial enough.
The next day, Du Fei left the nursing home and boarded the plane again.
This time I was accompanied by Natasha.
The two of them sat opposite each other in the middle of the plane.
Direct flight from Irkutsk to Moscow, the total distance is more than 4,000 kilometers.
According to the cruising speed of a K-8 passenger plane, it will probably take more than six hours.
Du Fei looked through the porthole at the vast Xianbelia Plain below, which was covered with snow and lifeless.
Natasha also looked out and suddenly said: "Du, Xianbelia is right next to you. Why didn't you occupy this place and ended up becoming our land?"
Du Fei withdrew his gaze and looked at the woman with a playful expression.
In fact, Du Fei, like many Huaguo people, regretted losing Xianbei Liya.
It's just that Du Fei knew better what the woman in front of him wanted to hear, so he refused to let her get what she wanted and said calmly: "Natasha, my words may not be popular with you, but you, Lucia, were born in a bitter cold land, how can you understand us?"
idea.”
At this point, Du Fei paused for a moment and said meaningfully: "Since the time of Tsarist Russia, you have been making every effort to obtain a freeze-free port, and any port on our coastline is what you have dreamed of.
...What you strive for, we are born with."
Natasha blinked her eyes. She originally wanted to trouble Du Fei, but suddenly she felt that her heart was so blocked that she couldn't breathe.
It took a few seconds to calm down: "Du, you are really not a gentleman."
Du Fei smiled indifferently: "Gentleman, that is just a trick made up by Westerners to deceive children."
Natasha frowned and said, "Can you say that in front of me?"
Du Fei said: "What's wrong? You don't think of yourself as part of the West, do you? I always thought that we were comrades in the Eastern camp."
Natasha curled her lips and didn't respond.
Du Fei calmly said: "Natasha, believe me, if you still subconsciously regard yourself as a part of Europe or the West, this kind of thinking will kill you sooner or later."
Natasha frowned, not wanting to continue this topic: "Okay, let's not talk about this. Do you agree to cooperate with Serov and the others?"
Du Fei said: "Of course, it can bring benefits to both parties, why not? What's more, Serov is the friend you introduced, and I will definitely give it to you."
Natasha said: "Don't blame me. Don't tell me that you don't understand what I meant when I left early yesterday. Your cooperation has nothing to do with me. If anything happens in the future, don't come to me."
Du Fei said: "From what you're saying, it seems that Serov's side is not very reliable?"
Natasha pursed her lips and said, "Anyway, I'll say it first."
Du Fei didn't take Natasha's reminder to heart.
It's not that Du Fei is arrogant, but that he is irreplaceable in this matter. Vegetables and fruits from Southeast Asia are the basis of all interests.
No matter how powerful the family or group behind Serov is, they cannot solve this problem.
Unless they directly abandon these interests.
But if they abandoned it, why did they take the initiative to contact Du Fei? This is a paradox in itself.
Then Natasha went to the bedroom on the plane to take a nap.
When she woke up, the plane had already crossed the Ural Mountains and entered Europe.
Looking down from the air, the Eastern European Plains are still covered in snow in many places.
To the west of the Ural Mountains is an endless forest in which many cities are scattered.
The scale and density of cities here are obviously larger than those east of the Ural Mountains.
1,200 kilometers east from here is Moscow, the capital of Sulian.
The flight continued for more than an hour, around one o'clock in the afternoon, Du Fei saw the outline of a huge city emerging in the distance through the porthole window.
The Mosco River meanders through this city of more than nine million people.
Natasha noticed Du Fei looking outside and said with a smile: "How do you feel when you see Mosco?"
Du Fei withdrew his gaze: "Moscow is a great city."
Natasha glanced outside and whispered: "Every inch of the land here is smeared with the blood of Lucians."
Neither of them spoke anymore as the plane landed.
After a few slight bumps, the plane landed safely.
There was a dedicated person in charge of making arrangements for Du Fei's entourage, and he and Natasha got off the ramp and got into a Gil car directly on the tarmac of the airport.
This kind of luxury car Dufei has been seen in China, and it is this kind of car that Hongqi car has replaced.
But this Gil car was the latest model. Du Fei and Natasha got into the car and drove straight out of the airport.
The road leaving the airport is wide and flat, with dense and towering pine forests on both sides of the road.
The driver was a bearded man in his forties. When she got in the car, Natasha called Uncle Babnov.
Du Fei knew that this driver was not an ordinary person. He should be Natasha's grandpa's confidant, otherwise he would not be able to bear Natasha's call of "uncle".
The car drove slowly for about half an hour and did not enter the city of Moscow. Instead, it came to a suburban villa.
This is not really a park, just a group of villas built along the edge of the woods.
The surrounding security is very tight, and nothing can be seen on the surface. They are all hidden posts and sentries.
The car parked in front of a dark red all-wooden villa.
This villa is made entirely of thick trees, each of which is thicker in diameter than an adult man's body.
The surface is painted with dark red anti-corrosion paint, which makes this huge villa even more solemn.
Du Fei followed Natasha out of the car, carrying a black suitcase, which he brought from the plane as a gift to meet Natasha's grandfather.
Natasha opened the door and went in.
After passing the entrance hall, there is a large open living room. There is a large fireplace on the north wall facing the entrance, with wooden stakes thicker than thighs burning inside.
An old man sat on the single sofa next to the fireplace, with a blanket on his legs and reading glasses, reading a newspaper.
"Grandpa!" Natasha called out, walked up quickly, hugged the old man and kissed him.
The old man smiled kindly, patted her cheek, and turned to look at Du Fei behind her.
Natasha immediately introduced: "Grandpa, this is Du Fei..."
The old man looked at Du Fei, nodded, and said something.
Natasha immediately translated: "Grandpa said you are a talented person."
Du Fei laughed and directly opened his mouth to express his gratitude in Russian. Although his pronunciation was not standard, he was quite fluent.
Natasha was stunned. She didn't know that Du Fei spoke Russian so well. She had even acted as a translator when he was with Serov before.
As for the separation, Serov will find a way to solve the communication problem.
In fact, Du Fei learned Russian in more than a day or two.
In this era, speed connection is unavoidable most of the time, and Russian is no less important than English.
Du Fei opened the suitcase and took out a piece of gift ceramics fired by Liling Ceramics Factory in Hunan Province.
The old man smiled and took out a white and transparent teacup and looked at it carefully. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "The flower and fruit ceramics are so exquisite!"
Du Fei sat on the chair next to him: "Thank you for your compliment."
The old man put the teacup back with a smile and turned to look at Du Fei: "You are Zhu Jiatai's son-in-law~ Speaking of which, I also had a relationship with your father-in-law in 1957."
Du Fei's heart moved, but he didn't know that this situation existed.
But this is normal. In 1957, Huaguo sent the highest-level delegation to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the victory of October 1957.
Dad Zhu is among them. Grandpa Natasha’s so-called one-sided relationship should be a true one-sided relationship.
Du Fei said: "Sulian is our big brother and our leader in the right direction. We have never forgotten this."
The old man smiled noncommittally, looked at the flames burning in the fireplace, was silent for a moment and said: "Is this the right direction?" Then he looked at Du Fei again: "Young man, don't say those high-sounding words when you come here. Now
I know the situation here better than you. If you still only say these words, it can only be said that Natasha is wrong. Your level is only this, and you are not qualified to be here."
Du Fei was a little confused about what the old man meant. What did he ask him to say?
Natasha remained silent and did not look at Du Fei.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Last time you told Natasha that we had a big financial problem. Central revenue was decreasing while local revenue was increasing. This is how your Ming Dynasty collapsed.
of."
Du Fei remembered that he did say this to Natasha the last time he met.
The old man said in a deep voice: "Do you think we will follow in the footsteps of the Ming Dynasty?"
Du Fei thought about it for a while, without flinching, and calmly said: "You are a senior, an elder. Since you want to listen, it's okay for me to say it. But please don't be angry. If what I say doesn't sound good to you, you can
Just think I’m talking nonsense.”
The old man said "hmm" and motioned for Du Fei to continue.
Du Fei said: "You just said that we would follow in the footsteps of the Ming Dynasty. I disagree with this. Our Ming Dynasty took a total of 276 years from Ming Taizu's Northern Expedition to drive out the Tartars to Emperor Chongzhen's hanging on Meishan Mountain. But Sulian...
I'm afraid I won't be able to reach this fraction."
When the old man heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows.
Natasha next to her was also surprised, her eyes widened in disbelief, she didn't expect Du Fei to dare to speak so wildly.
He immediately looked at his grandfather and found that the old man was not angry or scolding him.
Instead, he frowned and said, "Tell me the reason."
Du Fei said: "I won't talk about some political issues. They are all commonplace. The most fundamental thing is the economy. Logically speaking, Sulian's current GDP can reach more than 60% of America's, but considering that America's
Due to Lika’s distribution problems and higher social operating costs, Sulian’s economic situation should be at least not inferior to that of America. But the actual situation is exactly the opposite..."
The old man was silent, what Du Fei said was not a secret.
Du Fei continued: "Of course there is an arms race, but I don't think it is the main reason. The real reason is that the Soviet Union is losing control of the local area. You are not familiar with this matter, and you don't even think that it is.
What's the problem? Because you have been like this since ancient times. The Romanov dynasty itself was an empire where feudal separatism and centralized power coexisted."
Du Fei took a breath and continued: "But Sulian is not the Russian Empire. Once Moscow's control is weakened, there will be consequences that you cannot imagine..."
Although Natasha tried her best to control her expression, she still couldn't hide the shock in her heart.
She really didn't expect that the result of bringing Du Fei to his grandfather would be like this.
On the contrary, her grandfather's cloudy eyes revealed a bit of amusement after hearing this: "Young man, you are telling me this, are you not afraid of reminding us?"
Du Fei said: "What's there to be afraid of? Besides, these are obvious things. Don't you know if I don't tell you? As for reminding... what can be changed? Unless Comrade Steel is resurrected, there is not much you can do.
It’s just tinkering.”
The old man frowned at first.
But at this moment, a chuckle came from upstairs: "Young man, you really don't save face when you talk."
A tall old man with glasses came down the wooden stairs.
Du Fei looked over, his heart trembled, he recognized the person.