Chapter 557 The dollar opens the way

  The country is already spending money in spring, the city is full of greenery, and Moscow is still shrouded in white snow.

  Although it is not snowing in the sky, the snow on the roadside and the mud on the road tell Li Weidong that it is still cold winter here.

  Sitting in the car, even though he was driving on the main road, Li Weidong could still feel the bumps coming from under his buttocks.

  Russian cars generally have a relatively spacious space, but the comfort is really not satisfactory.

  The most important thing is that there are pits on the road!

  Due to economic reasons, most of Moscow’s roads have been in disrepair for a long time. Even a few main roads are always bumpy. Probably only the road in front of the red scene is slightly flat.

  Although the melting snow has filled up the potholes on the road, the one who couldn't bear to drive was a Russian driver. The driving style of this driver showed the boldness of the fighting nation.

   Stepped on the accelerator, the car flew up, passing by the pitted road, Li Weidong was upside down, and then hit the roof of the car.

  The car drove into the urban area of ​​Moscow, and the number of pedestrians on the side of the road gradually increased.

  There were long lines at the entrances of many shops. Li Weidong took a closer look and found that the customers who came out from the inside were all square-shaped big Liba in their hands.

  This thing Li Weidong has eaten before, and it's not tasty at all.

  Russian big leba is actually whole-wheat bread. It contains no sugar and no oil. The outer skin is crispy and hard. Fortunately, the inside is slightly softer, and it tastes more resistant to hunger, but the taste is definitely not as good as Chinese steamed buns.

  The bread that Europeans eat on a daily basis is often relatively porcelain, and it is also very awkward to eat. In the entire European continent, probably only the bread made by Jews is soft, and the bread baked by other ethnic groups is hard.

  Like the bread baked by the Germans, it can be used as a brick to smash people. If the 1V1 pair is knocked, the bricks may not knock the German bread.

  Therefore, every bakery in Germany is equipped with a bread cutter, which has a variety of cutting functions. Because German bread is too hard, you can cut it yourself when you buy it.

  Looking at the people buying bread, Li Weidong couldn't help but think of the scene when he came to Russia a few years ago.

  At that time, Li Weidong had just bought the reprinting machine factory, so he used dozens of carcass of fruit cans to trade in the production technology of the loader from the Isset River Engineering Machinery Factory.

  At that time, the Soviet Union had just disintegrated, all industries were in depression, and people's livelihood was dying. There was also a long line in front of the bakery at that time, as it is today, with citizens lining up to buy bread.

   "Is Moscow very short of food?" Li Weidong asked.

Zhao Jinlong looked out of the car window and said, "I haven't heard much about it. It seems that every time the ruble is demoted, the bakery will line up. But the old Maozi he knows is not an ordinary citizen, even if he is short of food. They are not hungry."

  Zhao Jinlong said, turning around, smiling, and then said: "Don't worry, you will definitely not be hungry. I promise you will eat a lot of fish and meat. When you get to the hotel, you will have enough steaks, as much as you want!"

  "Have you bullied me, haven't you been to Russia?" Li Weidong also laughed: "In Russia, meat products are not expensive. Fruits and vegetables are valuable. I will eat fruit salad in a while!"

  The two were naturally joking. With Zhao Jinshan's financial resources, even if Li Weidong ate a few tons of fruits and vegetables, Zhao Jinshan would not be poor.

  Russia is located in a high latitude area and the climate is relatively cold, which is not friendly to the growth of most crops. Therefore, Russian agriculture has never been able to achieve high yields.

  However, Russia’s land area is large enough and quantity can be used to compensate for quality. Even if the yield per mu of crops is not high, as long as the area is large enough, the grain output will naturally increase.

  In the future, Russia’s annual grain output will basically remain at around 130 million tons.

  Although this is less than one-fifth of China’s grain output, considering that the population of Russia is just over 100 million, on average, one person can have one ton of grain a year.

  It is certain that ordinary people cannot eat a ton of food a year, so Russia will export more than 10 million tons of wheat every year.

  At the end of the nineties, Russia’s grain production was not so high.

  After the disintegration of the Soviet Union and years of "shock therapy", Russia's food production did not rise but fell, and on the contrary, it was not as good as in the former Soviet Union.

  At this time, Russia’s annual grain output was about 60 million tons, which was less than half of that of later generations.

  But even with an annual output of 60 million tons of grain, on average, every Russian can eat half a ton of grain a year. It will certainly not be hungry, and it will not be to the point of rushing to buy grain.

  The reason why there is a queue to buy a big Liba is due to the depreciation of the ruble.

  Russia’s light industry base is weak, and a large number of daily necessities depend on imports. Therefore, whenever the ruble depreciates, the price of daily necessities will rise, which will lead to inflation.

  Inflation will drive up the price of food, which will lead to a situation where people are queuing to buy big Liba, although there is enough food to eat.

  So whenever there is a devaluation of the ruble in the future, people will line up to buy bread.

  Later, Russia also wanted to understand that the international trading system is mainly settled in U.S. dollars, and the reason why U.S. dollars can occupy the hegemony of international trade is mainly because commodities are priced in U.S. dollars. The core of these is oil and grain.

  It is oil and food. Russia is not short of it. Not only can it be independent, but the extra can also be sold to other countries. Why do you need to look at your dollar?

  So the future Russia, faced with Western sanctions, has become more and more rigid, and Western sanctions have become more and more ineffective.

  ...

The car came to a luxury hotel in Moscow. Zhao Jinshan and Li Weidong got off the car. They walked into the lobby of the hotel. They saw a Chinese man who was about 50 years old waiting there. After seeing Zhao Jinshan, he left immediately. Come here.

   "Mr. Zhao, the room has been arranged, and I went to see it." The man continued, "I wanted to pick you up at the airport, but you didn't let it."

"Lao Xing, you have worked hard!" Zhao Jinshan said, pointing at the person, and then introduced: "Weidong, I will introduce you to someone. This is Lao Xing. I used to come to Moscow to talk business and rely on Lao Xing's help. "

   "I just help with a few glasses of wine." Lao Xing said, looking at Li Weidong, and said; "This is Chairman Li! My name is Xing Sihai, and you can call me Lao Xing."

  Li Weidong greeted Lao Xing, and Zhao Jinshan continued to introduce; “Lao Xing’s drinker is very good. He is not drunk in a thousand glasses. Not only can he drink liquor, but also vodka and whiskey.

  This old Maozi likes to drink vodka very much. You have to drink half a bottle of vodka no matter what is going on.

  And not only can you drink, but you have to drink a lot. It’s best to drink a toast to Lao Maozi, and make those old Maozi happy. At this time, the business will be negotiated.

  My own alcohol is not bad, but it’s not good compared to Lao Maozi, especially the vodka, which is rushing and choking, which is similar to alcohol. How can the wine made from our food taste good! I am not used to drinking.

  So every time I discuss business with Lao Maozi, I call Lao Xing over and ask Lao Xing to drink with those old Maozi. Every time I can drink Lao Maozi, the business can be negotiated! "

  Li Weidong couldn't help but look at Lao Xing, and said in his heart, if this person can really drink a table of Russians down, he is really a talented person! Taking him to talk about business in Russia is definitely not bad. "

Lao Xing said, "I used to be a bad guy. Later, a batch of goods was detained. It was originally going to be confiscated and fined. If I lose this batch of goods, Lao Xing will not only go bankrupt, but also Will owe a debt.

  In the end, thanks to Mr. Chen’s help, the batch of goods was released, so I won’t starve to death on the street! Chen is always my benefactor to save the people. As long as Mr. Chen orders things, Lao Xing will definitely go through fire and water, and will not hesitate! "

  ...

  Two days later, Zhao Jinshan successfully had a dinner appointment.

  At the dinner, Lao Xing really showed great power. At the beginning of drinking with a cup, he soon turned into a bottle of vodka and blew to his mouth, he almost said "Old iron, spin it for you"!

  Although there is no "old iron spin one", the shouts of "Hala Whistle" quickly one after another.

   "Hala post or not Hala post?"

   "Hala Watch!"

Zhao Jinshan next to    was smiling, and at this time he had arrived at the information he wanted.

   "The old Maozi said just now that there is a man named Agafonov. In the warehouse under his hands, there are medium and large industrial machinery. Some have not even been used. They have been sealed since the disintegration of the Soviet Union until now."

  Zhao Jinshan paused, and then said: “If we want to repay the debt with material, we can contact that Agafonov. As long as he does the same, he can get things out of the warehouse.”

  Three more days later, Zhao Jinshan contacted Agafonov, and then it was another meal.

   "Just as the pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, the river is floating with soft gauze, Katyusha is standing on the steep bank, singing like a bright spring..."

  At the dinner, Lao Xing sang the famous song "Katyusha" from the former Soviet Union, and it was not bad, at least he didn't run away.

  Under the influence of alcohol, other Russians at the dinner table also began to sing in Russian.

  Zhao Jinshan took the opportunity to take out a wooden red wine box, handed it to Agafonov, and quietly opened a corner of the box.

  Agafonov looked at the red wine box, and found "Franklin" in the box staring at him.

  The green Franklin is really cute!

  According to the thickness of the box, Agafonov estimated how many "Franklins" could be in the box, and then smiled and took the red wine box.

  ...

  Two days later, Li Weidong and Zhao Jinshan rode a jeep on a dilapidated road outside Moscow.

  "The warehouse should be in front." Zhao Jinshan took the map and compared the road signs next to him from time to time. He didn't know if he could understand it.

   "That sign seems to be a military restricted zone. It is forbidden to enter, right?" Li Weidong pointed to a dilapidated road sign on the side of the road and said.

  Although Li Weidong cannot read Russian, the logo can still be read.

  Zhao Jinshan replied: “What we are going to this time is a military base, or it used to be a military base. In the former Soviet Union, tanks and armored vehicles were stored there.

  After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, tanks and armored vehicles were sold, the warehouses were emptied, and then they were used to store various obsolete industrial equipment. Now they are no longer considered as military bases, but only as large warehouses. "

   "That's it." Li Weidong nodded.

  However, when he arrived at the place, Li Weidong discovered that the guard at the door was still a soldier with a gun and live ammunition.

   "Didn't it mean that this is not a military base? Why are there soldiers?" Li Weidong said nervously.

"Although it is not a military base, there are still a lot of equipment stored in it! It still needs someone to guard it." Zhao Jinshan said, took out a piece of paper, and then said: "Don't worry, I have Agafonov here. Pass."

  Zhao Jinshan said, took out 20 five-dollar U.S. dollars and sandwiched them in the pass.

  "I think Abraham Lincoln is the real pass!" Li Weidong secretly said in his heart.

  The car drove to the door, and the guard immediately walked over. Zhao Jinshan directly passed the pass. The guard opened the pass. After seeing a large dollar, his eyes suddenly flashed.

  He collected the US dollars, then returned the pass to Zhao Jinshan, put the jeep in, and did not forget to pay Zhao Jinshan a salute.

  Then the guard went back to divide the dollar.

  There must be more than one guard at the door, so Zhao Jinshan only stuffed 20 Lincolns instead of Franklin.

  20 Lincolns, on the one hand, it looks thick, and on the other hand, it is also convenient for the guards to divide the spoils.

  The car drove into this former military base. Zhao Jinshan and Li Weidong also met the person in charge of the military base.

  "General Agafonov asked us to come. This is a letter of introduction from General Agafonov." Zhao Jinshan said, and handed the envelope to the person in charge of the base.

  The person in charge of the base took the envelope and felt that the envelope was a bit thick. When he opened it, he found that it was green and green inside, and he smiled immediately.

   Another ten thousand dollars was smashed out.

  The person in charge of the base put the envelope close to his body, and then said; “General Agafonov has already called me. I will send someone to take you to the warehouse immediately. You can choose whatever you want.”

  After a while, the warehouse clerk appeared and took Zhao Jinshan and Li Weidong to the warehouse.

   "Mr. Vlasijevic, do you smoke?" Zhao Jinshan said and took out a box of cigars, and then said: "I have a box of cigars here. Please take it."

  The warehouse manager Vlasievic was a little impatient, but when he saw Zhao Jinshan giving gifts, his attitude suddenly eased a lot.

  He took the cigar box in his hand, but frowned slightly.

  "Cigars should be a bit heavy, right? How come this box of cigarplants is lighter than a box of cigarettes! Is there not a few cigars in it?"

  Vlasijevic opened it and found that there was indeed no cigar in it, but a small wad of dollars.

  There were no outsiders around, Vlasijevic directly took out the dollars and counted them, which was exactly one thousand dollars.

  Vlasijevic became enthusiastic in an instant: "Mr. Zhao, you can look at these warehouses for as long as you want! If so, I have vodka there, and my mother’s pickled cucumbers..."

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