Chapter 237: Poaching!!

Chapter 237: Poaching!!

North. Soviet Union.

Best, the president of "Hope" Group who has not appeared for a long time, is visiting the honor room of the 5th Gorodok Infantry Division, also known as the 5th Guards Infantry Division.

He was sent to the Soviet Union by Victor, intending to suck some blood from this giant bear.

He is one of the three giants, but unlike Casare, he is mainly responsible for business matters. When Emperor Wei comes to power, he will be the Minister of Finance.

Driven by policies, the "Hope" Group also controls 80% of the real estate development and light industry in Victor's site, and the remaining 20% ​​is in cooperation with the local government!

It’s hard not to get rich.

Just create an oligopoly.

Does it look like a "chartered company" in the 17th century?

After coming to the Soviet Union, he relied on U.S. dollars to open his way.

Best suddenly attracted many colonels and major generals to his side, and even met a few lieutenant generals.

Guzman's gang of drug dealers still have to go through a second level of dealers. Isn't it too much for me to sell you a weapon worth 3,000 rubles for 3,000 U.S. dollars?

To buy goods, you have to find the manufacturer, and the middlemen are very shady.

Do you think Victor Bute is a good person?

It's just a black glove that was pushed out.

According to gossip, who was the most nervous when he was later arrested?

However, the 1990s were turbulent, and the drastic changes in Eastern Europe in 1989 made everyone realize that this empire that spanned the Eurasian continent was originally rich and beautiful, but failed inside.

Anyone can take a bite.

Best met more foreigners than local Soviets.

The big stage of the Soviet Union, if you have money, come.

"The 5th Guards Rifle Division, in the 1945 East Prussian Offensive Campaign, all officers and soldiers displayed superb military art when breaking through the deep echelon defensive positions built by the German army with a large number of permanent fortifications.

In the battle to seize the big city, the division was good at attacking fortresses. Due to the heroic and tenacious fighting spirit of all the officers and soldiers in the storming of Königsberg, they were awarded the Xning Medal, annihilated the German Zemland Group and conquered the coastal fortress - —Pilao (Baltiysk), during the war years, 13,743 officers and soldiers of the division received medals and medals, and 18 soldiers were awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. "

The Soviet female commentator wearing a boat hat spoke in Spanish refrain.

Best nodded and said to the accompanying deputy commander of the 5th Guards Rifle Division, Colonel Yuri Alexandrovich Motyakin: классно (ox X).

This is what he learned on purpose.

There's nothing wrong with a few compliments.

Sure enough, the Soviets burst out laughing when they heard this, and talked a lot. The female commentator next to them translated along the way, "The colonel said, thank you, it is the bravery of the Soviet soldiers that has achieved world peace, and we are only temporarily a little worried." Economic issues."

Of course Best would not expose it.

Instead, he said with a serious and serious face, "Of course, that's why I'm here to help you, Davarisi."

Colonel Mo Jiajin was startled when he saw him say the last word. He looked at the female translator. The other party also hesitated and asked, "Are you talking about Davarixi?"

"Yes."

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Best took out a badge from his pocket and pinned it on the left side of his chest, "When I was in Mexico, I joined XXX."

? ! !

The bodyguards responsible for protecting Best next to him had twitching expressions on their faces, lowered their heads, and did not dare to laugh out loud.

This thing...

NMD, I bought it on the roadside before coming here.

Best lives up to his nickname: "Fox", cunning and cunning, he is upright and awe-inspiring, "The Davaris of the world are a family. If you are suffering from difficulties, I am naturally willing to help."

"By the way, do you get a discount for party members?"

…

After coming out of the military memorial hall, the top brass of the infantry division took Best to the warehouse.

Cross

The rolling shutter door opened, and a puff of dust rushed towards my face.

"Cough cough cough."

Best waved his hands and coughed twice.

Colonel Moyakin blushed. The Soviet army has long since lost morale. MD, you only have so many rubles a month, and they are falling every day. Domestic consumption is inflated.

There have even been cases of veterans selling their military medals.

All the Patriotic War medals, Hero of the Soviet Union medals, etc. can be sold as long as you give them money.

In such an environment, do you still want them to take good care of their weapons?

Love MMP!!

"AK47 is an authentic product of the Kalashnikov Group. There are about 3,000 of them here. They cost 5 US dollars per kilogram. How many do you need?"

Colonel Mojiajin tried his best to sell it. He picked up an AK47 and kept pulling back the bolt. "Listen, Davarich, how beautiful the sound is."

Best nodded and calculated in his mind. Based on the weight of a gun weighing 4.3 kilograms, these 3,000 AK47s cost less than 70,000 US dollars.

He gasped for a moment.

NMD, what is the difference between this and the gift?

How about taking it to Latin America and giving it to the guerrillas? I'll sell it for $120 a piece.

This is simply a huge profit.

Drugs are inferior to arms to a certain extent, because they are "necessities" and are definitely more useful than drugs in conflict areas.

"If you sell it, will the superiors not care about it?" Best asked.

"I just sell some small weapons, Davarisi. What the big guys sell are air defense systems or missile systems that are being prepared. The difference in identity and status only determines the benefits you can get from selling."

Rotten to the roots.

Hopeless.

"Pack them all for me!" Best said cheerfully.

When Colonel Mo Jiajin heard the translation, he was as happy as a child. There were too many troops, and there were also many weapons. There were even fights among the various troops over grabbing customers.

"No problem. I'll have people pack it up and contact the cargo ship in the evening, but you have to pay for it. Such a small number of weapons is not cost-effective at all. What else are you looking for, soldier?"

Colonel Mojiajin pulled him and walked to the warehouse next door. There was a tank inside, and a Soviet soldier was wiping the tank. When he saw the leader coming in with someone, his eyes were surprisingly angry, and he didn't even know how to do the most basic things. I forgot to salute.

"This is the T80. You should know it. In 1980, I remember the military sales price was 918,667 rubles (1.5311 million U.S. dollars). Now it only costs 60,000 U.S. dollars. We also send 5 high-explosive bombs to each vehicle. The price is very suitable. "

It’s so cheap!

Victor asked him to buy weapons because it was much more cost-effective than points.

$60,000…

You can't even buy a house in the wealthy areas of Tijuana now.

But you can buy a tank here.

Colonel Mo Jiajin does not look like a soldier, but... like a salesman.

"Colonel! These are our comrades, not goods." After hearing his words, the Soviet soldier asked loudly.

Best glanced at him in surprise. He was a lieutenant. He didn't understand. He was just surprised why the other party was here.

"Akabule! There is no place for you to speak here, and it is not your turn to speak in the infantry division." Colonel Mojiajin frowned and yelled.

"Get out of here!"

Lieutenant Akabulie's face turned red after being scolded, and he clenched his fists hard. He rushed in front of Colonel Modyakin and shouted loudly, "You are betraying the Soviet Union! You are betraying, you traitor!"

Before he finished cursing, Mo Jiajin knocked him down with a punch. The officers behind him swarmed up and pushed him to the ground.

This punch did not knock the opponent dry. Instead, he struggled hard and cursed in Russian.

"I have never betrayed the Soviet Union, nor the army!" Colonel Mojiajin looked at him, "We need to eat, my family needs to eat. It has been three months since the army has not paid wages. What do you want us to do? Do you want to defend the Soviet Union?" Do you want to live with this scrap metal?"

"Drag him into a small dark room to calm down."

The officer holding him down pulled him left and right out of the warehouse.

There was also his unwilling roar in the huge warehouse.

Best stood by calmly all the time because he couldn't understand at all, and the translator was selectively blind and pretended not to see it.

However, looking at the other party's behavior, he was obviously dissatisfied with Mo Jiajin selling the tank.

"Sorry, sir, my soldiers are a little tired."

Best smiled, waved his hand, pointed at the T80, and said two words to ease the atmosphere.

"Pack!"

…

Best shook hands with Mo Jiajin, joked, and touched the other party's colonel rank, "Maybe you should consider changing your military rank. Then we will be able to trade more."

He shrugged, "A general's son is a general. Unfortunately, my father is a shoemaker."

This made Best a little confused. This joke was really NMD cold.

He laughed dryly and got into the Volga. Although it was ugly, he had to do as the Romans did. He opened the window and said, "Don't worry, in addition to the payment for the goods, I will also pay you labor fees for your overseas household registration."

Colonel Mojiajin nodded with satisfaction, "Davarisi!"

"Drive." Best patted the driver on the shoulder, and the latter started slowly. From the rearview mirror, he saw the Soviet man still waving, looking reluctant to leave.

Best took off the badge from his chest and stuffed it into his pocket.

This thing is sometimes useful.

Many Soviet people betrayed their country while still remembering their past glory.

The Volga car drove out of the military camp, and on the street outside, you could see a windmill, spinning in an awkward and lonely manner.

Pedestrians on the road were wandering aimlessly like zombies.

In 1940, the average monthly salary in the Soviet Union was 331 rubles, but by 1970, this number dropped to 122 rubles, which is simply ridiculous.

Stray dogs lay on the ground and howled, and there was no food to be found in the trash cans.

A 3-meter-tall Ulyanov sculpture. He was pushed to the ground. A beggar sat on the back with his head lowered. The clothes on his body stank.

And Best turned to the other side.

Outside the ballroom, well-dressed people hugged each other, with smiles on their faces, as if everything happening in society had nothing to do with them.

Corruption and extravagance seem to have cut a street in half.

"It's gone, it's gone, the Soviet Union is going to fall."

When he was in Mexico before, he had no such idea at all, thinking that the giant bear in the east was still the world's hegemon. But after coming here, he knew that the drastic changes in Eastern Europe were just the beginning, not the end.

Just wait for a sign, and this giant bear will fall!

"Victor's Mexico is better than him." Best murmured to himself, and he cheered up. In this situation, he had to make more contributions to the country.

for example…

Poaching.

"How are the contacts with the academicians of the Soviet Academy of Sciences going?" he asked the entourage next to him.

"Nobel laureate Mr. Nikolay Gennadyevich Basso declined our invitation."

"Vitaly L.S. Levich Ginzburg is still hesitating."

"Physicist Joel Ivanovich Alferov said we need to add some more money."

"..."

"Physicist Alexey Yekimov has agreed to our conditions, but he hopes we can send his family to Mexico first."

After hearing a lot of rejections, Best finally heard someone agree, and he was relieved, "No problem, and tell him that we are willing to pay him half a year's salary first."

Mexico wants to recruit talents before others, so it is natural to spend a lot of money.

Alexey Yekimov's annual salary is 250,000 US dollars, plus housing, full medical care, annual leave and personal leave, and nannies and bodyguards are arranged. Children are given priority to study. If they have good academic performance and want to study abroad, Mexico can also provide living expenses and tuition every year until they graduate.

Except for the studio, everything outside is taken care of for you.

It's still quite attractive.

There is no way, Mexico can only attract people with welfare.

Victor is also a bit generous now.

"In addition to the Academy of Sciences, the Medical College, Sukhoi Company, Mikoyan Company, Dzerzhinsky Tractor Plant, Tupolev Company, etc., are all places where talents gather."

"Don't worry about the salary issue. As long as they dare to offer, we dare to give it."

Best looked at the entourage in the car with a solemn expression.

"Gentlemen, the era of Mexico is in our hands!"

"Sir..."

The entourage next to him hesitated and asked, "Will we cause dissatisfaction among Americans if we recruit so many Soviet people?"

"That's what the director has to consider."

Victor...

Will please the Americans.

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