Reborn Oligarchs 1991

Mr. Zi drove into the city, and on the street leading to the military headquarters must pass through the experience in front of the bridge just now, Guo Shouyun deliberately waited and watched on this road, the so-called new government must have a new atmosphere, this point With the issuance of the Moscow telegram, the truth has been reflected on the streets of Khabarovsk, an important town in the Far East. . qβ5. c0m

Entering the urban area from the southern suburbs to the Far East Military Region Headquarters, on the way, you need to pass through several streets in the city. At the same time, you also need to pass through several important institutions of higher learning in the Far East, such as the Far East Technical School and the Art Institute. When he was in the local area, Guo Shouyun found that the red flags that were everywhere in the past, the Bolshevik Party emblem and the party flag marked with sickles and hammers, have now all disappeared. At first glance, people don't seem to feel that this country has ever had anything like it.

The people of Khabarovsk seemed to accept the Bolshevik party's designation as an "illegal party", and they even felt a little cheery, and from the smiling faces of the pedestrians in the streets, anyone could fully feel them Expectations of a new life, expectations of a White House administration. Perhaps in their opinion, with the fall of the Bolshevik Party, the miserable days of their past are coming to an end, and a new life full of democracy and freedom awaits them not far ahead.

However, in Guo Shouyun's view, these ignorant ordinary people are obviously too optimistic. To use a most realistic word to describe it, that is, "Winter has not come, can spring be near?"

"Sir, did you see it? The front is where the headquarters of the Military Trade Bureau is located in the Far East." The car just turned around the intersection of Yasina Street and drove onto Govorov Street. Nikita was very quiet along the way. , suddenly said, "Actually, their place is very conspicuous, but the gentleman didn't notice it before."

"Oh?" Guo Shouyun subconsciously glanced at the right side of the street, but no, it was less than 15 or 6 meters ahead. A four-story white building faces the street. On the high steps in front of the building, the red doors and red windows are particularly conspicuous. On both sides of the nearly three-meter-high red-painted gate on the front of the building, there are two wooden signs with red characters on a white background. One of them reads: "The Far East Directorate General of the Foreign Military Trade Bureau of the Soviet Socialist Republics."

"It's very conspicuous." Guo Shouyun said casually, reached out and patted the driver's shoulder, and instructed, "Park the car under the platform in front. Don't turn off the engine for a while, it won't take long when we come out. time."

"Yes, sir." The driver followed Guo Shouyun's instructions. Park in a temporary parking space next to the road.

He got out of the car and closed the car door with a bang. Guo Shouyun looked up at the office building in front of him, which belonged to the Military and Trade Bureau. Honestly. This building is very stylish. It is estimated that a lot of investment was made at the beginning, and it is said that the Military Trade Bureau is rich. It is the God of Wealth, it seems that this is not wrong at all. But then again, that's a thing of the past after all, and it would be nice for the "gentes" who are staying in this building now to be able to get their wages down on a monthly basis.

"Let's go, let's go in." He habitually reached out to touch his pocket, wanting to take out a cigarette to light it for himself, but only when he raised his hand did Guo Shouyun remember that the pack of cigarettes he brought out had already been cheaper than others. . Shaking his head in a self-deprecating manner, Guo Shouyun waved his hand and said to Nikita.

In the director's office on the top floor of the building, Nikolayev, the director of the Far East General Directorate of the Military and Trade Bureau, sat listlessly behind his desk with an old face and his chubby belly. On the table in front of him was the statement of financial income and expenditure of the General Administration for the past month. The secretary sent the statement at nine o'clock in the morning, but Nikolayev was too lazy to read it. what to see? What catches your eyes? He couldn't be more clear about the current situation in the bureau. Including the coming August, the General Bureau has not made a single point or 1% for two consecutive months. The General Administration, its subordinate local bureaus, the military depot under the Military Trade Bureau, and more than a dozen foreign agencies, all of which have a total of more than 2,000 employees, but the bureau has no income, but the wages of these employees Still open. Nikolayev had already figured it out in private, and all the remaining funds in the bureau's book were taken out, and it was not enough to pay the salary this month.

At the beginning of this month, Nikolayev had already realized the seriousness of the problem. He successively submitted three applications to the Moscow General Administration, requesting that the budget be allocated as soon as possible to solve his urgent needs, but the result is needless to say. , applying for the past is like sinking into the sea, without the slightest echo. Two days ago, there was news from Moscow, saying that the life of the Moscow General Bureau of the Military Trade Bureau is also not easy. They are organizing layoffs and streamlining the organization. Three-fifths of their total staff.

Logically speaking, in the case of financial constraints, it is a good way to carry out large-scale layoffs, but the Moscow General Administration can do this because they are quick to shoot, and they have enough severance funds on hand. And what about the Far East General Administration? Tell the truth without fear of jokes, Nikolayev

If you want to lay off staff, you can't lay off, because the bureau can't get that kind of severance pay.

"It seems that I have done my job as director, and the next step I have to face is the tragic situation of unemployment." Nikolayev has been thinking about this issue for a few days. For him, losing his job means losing his life. He has worked in this department for more than 30 years. Except for the foreign trade of military products, he doesn't understand anything else, and he can't do anything. If he doesn't become the director, he can still doing what? Will you continue to live by eating those for the rest of your life? What about his wife, children, young and old, and two young and beautiful mistresses? And that little goblin Srkina, if she loses her job, who will she fall into the arms of, a terrifying little secretary?

These issues are all things that Nikolayev needs to consider, and when they think about them, they all give him a headache, a terrible headache.

During this period, Nikolayev also sent people several times, or even personally came forward to go to the generals of the Far East Military Region, hoping to get some "goods" from them, although the local General Administration said that it was privately. It is illegal to engage in foreign trade in military products, but now he can't take care of that much. However, his idea of ​​"disregarding personal gains and losses" cannot be recognized by others at all. Throughout the Far East, there are more than a dozen military supply depots, large and small, but no one is willing to sell him a little face to the Military Trade Bureau, and people often beat him with a single sentence—“The Ministry of Defense’s approval is not easy to use now. , Bring a note from the military region, if there is a note from the military region, what do you want, without the approval letter from the military region, you don't need a single bullet."

Military approval? Where did the military district's approval let him go to Nikolayev? You must know that the local garrison has never been in the wrong direction with the Military Trade Bureau. He, the director of the Military Trade Bureau, went to the headquarters of the Far East Military Region, and it is estimated that he could not even enter the gate.

The current situation is that some people abroad need a large amount of arms, such as the Sri Lankan LTTE in the civil war, such as the Iraqi Saddam government that has just experienced the Gulf War, such as Iran, which has just ended the eight-year war, such as eager to expand its military strength, To deal with Israel's Lebanon, Syria, and so on. Logically speaking, the Military Trade Bureau, which has been engaged in the foreign trade of arms, is a rich and oily department. As long as there is a war, even if it is a small-scale local war, they can get enough oil and water. The Military Trade Bureau has its own sales channels, and there are buyers who cry and shout "demanding goods" all day long, but there is only one thing, that is, they have no source of goods. And this is what makes Nikolaev most unwilling.

"Boom boom boom..."

Just as Nikolayev was frowning as usual, intermittent knocks came from across the hall.

"Come in," the knock on the door was very familiar, with priorities, rhythm, etc. Nikolayev knew that it was Secretary Srkina as soon as he heard it.

"Vitch," the door was pushed open from the outside, and it was indeed the coquettish Srkina who came in. This woman had a look of joy on her face, and as soon as she entered the door, she couldn't wait to twist her plump buttocks, and rushed to Nikolayev's side like a water snake, "Quick, get ready, someone is coming for you. "

"Didn't I say that no matter who comes to me these days, they say I'm not here." Nikolayev obviously has no character and his own little secretary, and he is not upset enough now.

"But you want to see this person," Srkina said in Nikolayev's arms, rubbing against the man's chest with her two tall and straight breasts, "I accept it all. If you don't see him, where will I put my face?"

"Benefits? What benefits?" Nikolayev frowned and asked casually. He estimated that the person who came to see him must have something to ask for again. Like this type of person, he has seen a lot in the past, so he did not take it to heart.

"Here," said Srkina, reaching into her arms, taking out a fresh stack of banknotes from her close pocket, and shaking it in front of Nikolayev, "it's two thousand rubles, and it smells of ink. No wonder People say that the richest person in the Far East is his surname Guo, look, this shot is 2,000, my salary for a few months..."

"Guo? Which one is Guo?" Nikolayev's fat ears perked up when he slipped out.

"Which other surname could it be Guo? That's the one..." Before Srkina could finish her words, Nikolayev's swollen body suddenly jumped up from the sand. .

"Whoops!" Without the slightest bit of precaution, Srkina was knocked over to the ground. She got up from the ground with snow and pain. She was about to say a few words of anger, but she was already running to Nikolai at the door of the living room. Husband, he came back with a speed that was not equal to his figure.

The old fat man snatched the stack of banknotes from Srkina's hand, and while running towards the door again, he scolded, "You bastard, who dares to take any money..."