"You're right, but the gap in military supplies provided by the higher-ups is growing every year. We superiors have to consider our brothers too. Otherwise, if there's not enough vodka in the winter, many of them will freeze to death."

"So, our deal with you actually came with the tacit approval of Moscow's top brass. Since light industry needs to satisfy both the military and the people, it's impossible to supply the entire industry to the military."

"You can find out this information with a little investigation."

Bao Junyi was very surprised. He didn't expect that the shortage of light industrial products in the Bear Country that Blue Star mentioned in his previous life would be so serious, and the outbreak would occur so early.

He pondered for a moment before saying, "Marshal Vasily Petrov, if we follow your request for monthly and annual supplies, it will be difficult to meet your needs."

"After all, the wheat on your list requires hundreds of tons per month, as well as canned vegetables and meat. The monthly demand is too high to meet current needs."

"I know. Otherwise, we would have already cooperated with some Western capital consortium."

Bao Junyi asked suspiciously, "Marshal Vasily Petrov, if you guys reach an agreement, it won't be my turn."

"The reason you didn't reach an agreement is probably because the other party asked for too much. That's why you considered the idea of a private deal between Lieutenant General Victor Valenrov and me."

Vasily Petrov was surprised. He didn't expect that this Chinese businessman was so quick-witted and could grasp the key to the information so quickly.

He smiled and said, "That's partly the reason, but the core is that you have a wide range of products and a stable supply. Plus, you have a close relationship with China, so the transportation is reliable."

"The most important thing is that the food you provide is reasonably priced. You don't profit from it, but you profit from other products. This is also what we in the upper echelons appreciate."

"That's why I'm willing to give you a chance. Are you willing to cooperate?"

Bao Junyi was silent, thought for a while, and then said: "Okay, we are willing to cooperate."

"But, I don't know if you are trading in US dollars or resources?"

Vasily Petrov shook his head awkwardly, "None at all."

"What? Nothing?" Bao Junyi thought he had heard it wrong and asked again to confirm.

"We don't have the dollars or the resources."

Bao Junyi's face darkened as he said in a cold voice, "Marshal Vasily Petrov, we're talking business. What are you offering in exchange?"

Vasily Petrov blushed and said, "Actually, Moscow didn't provide much funding, and we don't have many mineral resources, so..."

"So, you guys want to eat for free?"

"Do you still think I'm easy to bully and want to take advantage of me?"

Bao Junyi's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He really wanted to flip the table over. Damn it, are you guys kidding me?

No wonder we failed to reach an agreement with many Western investors before. There would be no way we could reach an agreement.

Vasily Petrov's face was gloomy. He said coldly, "Do you think you can still stand up if we try to get you?"

"Even if we want to eat for free, can you still refuse to give us food? It's just that if we do this, we will lose face internationally."

"Marshal, if there is no funding, how will you solve the problem?"

Vasily Petrov said awkwardly, "Our military doesn't have many resources or minerals, but apart from the weapons and equipment currently in service, you can take whatever you want."

Bao Junyi said angrily: "If they don't even give us the weapons in service, what else is valuable?"

"Could it be that they are planning to sell it off..."

Suddenly, Bao Junyi thought of something and asked suspiciously, "Marshal Vasily Petrov, do you mean to sell all retired weapons and equipment except for those currently in service?"

"Yes, we only have those retired equipment that are worth some money. We dare not touch the others."

Bao Junyi nodded and said, "Okay, but the price..."

Seeing a good opportunity, Vasily Petrov excitedly said, "The price is negotiable. Our military has several large equipment graveyards. You can go there and take your pick."

He felt there was hope. He had been worrying about the shortage of light industrial products and food for his brothers for a long time. Now there was finally a turning point. Otherwise, he would have had no choice but to go to Moscow and cry poor.

When Bao Junyi heard about the several major weapons and equipment cemeteries, he immediately became alert. After all, the famous cemeteries of the Bear Country in later generations included the Siberian Tank Cemetery, the Moscow Suburban Military Aircraft Cemetery, the Russian Kharkov Tank Factory Cemetery, and the Sahelin Bay Submarine Cemetery.

Those weapons and equipment graveyards contain obsolete equipment dating back to World War II, and there are even some antiques from World War I.

However, there are also many good equipments, which can be upgraded in the factory and are comparable to the second-tier main equipment, and the selling price is not low.

Bao Junyi nodded and said, "Okay, we at Miracle Group will accept this order."

Vasily Petrov took a long drag on his cigar and said happily, "Okay, okay, I wish us a happy cooperation."

Suddenly, Bao Junyi thought of Israel in the Mediterranean, as well as the offended Jewish consortium and the Danil Guggenheim family. There would definitely be trouble in the future.

Bao Junyi said seriously, "Marshal Vasily Petrov, if our Miracle Group is to ship goods, we still need your support. After all, we are crossing several continents and don't want to be hijacked by pirates before we even show up."

Vasily Petrov waved his hand and said, "Don't worry. The security issues are being taken care of by the major military forces of our country. After all, this also involves our interests."

"That's great. I wish us a happy cooperation."

Bao Junyi smiled and said, "Marshal, I have a small request. Is it okay?"

"Tell me about it?"

"I need the blueprints of aircraft and tanks that you confiscated from Germany during World War II, as well as a Tu-22M Backfire.

Vasily Petrov angrily said, "Impossible! The Tu-22M Backfire is a strategic bomber. Furthermore, it's only been in service with the Russian military for three years. They'll never sell it."

"As for the German aircraft and tank blueprints confiscated during World War II, that's fine. We've studied everything we needed to. Now, they can only be kept as antiques."

Bao Junyi said helplessly: "Then the Il-76 Gengzhi transport aircraft, that should be no problem."

Vasily Petrov asked curiously, "Mr. Bao, what do you want a transport plane for?"

"From what I understand, a transport plane wouldn't be of much use on the battlefield."

Bao Junyi smiled and said, "I don't plan to use it on the battlefield."

"Then what do you use it for? Are you using it to transport supplies?"

Bao Junyi shook his head and said, "No, I plan to transform it into a private passenger plane."

"Transformed into a passenger plane?"

Vasily Petrov complained in his heart that rich people really like to spend money. They even bought a large transport plane and converted it into a private plane.

If he had the financial resources, he might have converted it into a presidential airliner, or even something more advanced and luxurious.

"The Marshal, of course, possesses a certain amount of wealth. He always prioritizes his own life and even spends a fortune to ensure his own safety."

Vasily Petrov was speechless. He said he was afraid of death, and he said it so extraordinaryly.

At this time, Vasily Petrov handed him a document about several large cemeteries, and he reached out to take it.