Chapter 620 Human Life is the Worthless

With the disintegration of the former Soviet Union, both Russia and Russia experienced economic collapse. After Yeltsin came to power, he adopted shock therapy, which caused inflation to reach an unprecedented level.

In 1991, the inflation rate in Russia reached 2520%, in 1993 it was 840%, and in 1994 it was 224%. The ruble exchange rate went from 1:1 to 30,000:1 before the collapse of the Russian Federation.

In the process of promoting privatization of capital, ordinary people lose their life savings in an instant and see no hope.

On the banks of the Neva River, old soldiers with gray hair would occasionally come with trays, selling their battle medals and certificates of honor; on the other side of the river were young girls in revealing clothes, trying to show off their charm as much as possible and attract customers, perhaps among them were the old soldiers' granddaughters.

No money, just food and vodka.

Corruption is rampant and privilege is supreme. This is the current situation after the collapse of the former Soviet Union.

Compared to Russia, Russia is actually very rich. It has all the legacy of the former Soviet Union: the richest industrial base, nuclear weapons production base, Black Sea Fleet, Sevastopol Port...

However, in 1992, there was a surge in inflation, and in 1994, the United States signed a nuclear destruction agreement with the United States, choosing to disarm itself.

In the context of this economic collapse, both the big and small countries are frantically selling hard currencies such as weapons and equipment.

Items like rifles are sold by the kilogram, while items like tanks are sold as scrap steel, with extra shells given away.

A piece of bread can be exchanged for a bunch of guns, and it is normal to exchange a pig for a tank, and you can even bargain.

Many arms dealers started their business by seizing this opportunity, and even some domestic traders seized the opportunity, importing a large number of tanks with their weapons dismantled from Russia and bringing them back to China to sell as scrap metal.

In 1995 and 1996, Ermao's economy was struggling even more, with its GDP falling by more than 60%.

In order to cope with the crisis, the government began to fill government expenditures through the privatization of state-owned enterprises in an attempt to promote national economic growth, but this directly led to the loss of a large amount of state-owned assets and rampant corruption.

It is in this context that the sale of aircraft carriers came about.

When Lei Zhen arrived in Ermao Country, he clearly felt the economic depression. Countless factories were closed and the streets were full of parades.

The relief center was packed with people, but only a very small number of them could get a bite of sourdough bread.

“This is heaven!”

In the hotel, Frederick bit his cigar with a godly expression on his face.

Hell for the poor is heaven for the rich.

A piece of bread can make a beautiful woman fall into your arms, and a piece of bacon can make people work for you.

As long as you have supplies in your hands, you are a god here!

Of course, a big, beautiful knife would also work; it's hard currency.

"My good brother, you look good and have been living comfortably lately." Lei Zhen said with a smile.

"Of course, let me arrange one for you tonight." Frederick exhaled smoke and smiled, "The girls here are very hospitable. For just one dollar, they will try their best to explore any of your private parts."

1 knife, which is about 8 dollars.

"If you're willing to pay $10, pretty girls will flock to you; if you can pay $100, parents will rush to bring their children over..."

This is the status quo, no exaggeration.

During the Great Economic Depression, attractive girls became commodities and were priced according to their looks.

In addition, the once glamorous ladies will become objects of equal exchange, selling themselves over and over again for a living.

Don’t think this is cruel. In fact, women who are a little bit pretty are lucky, and their bodies are their capital.

For more abandoned people, they will only slowly die in the struggle.

"Not interested." Lei Zhen stood at the window, staring at the street outside.

It's January now, the temperature here has reached minus 30 degrees Celsius, and there is snow outside that will not melt all winter.

At the base of the street wall, several ragged people were lying motionless.

When Lei Zhen arrived at the hotel half an hour ago, there was no one there. That means several people froze to death in just half an hour.

A garbage truck stopped, two people jumped out, and carried the dead body up like garbage...

"It happens every day. Human life is the cheapest thing in the world." Frederick walked over with two glasses of wine and said, "Human rights are just a moral slogan for the rich and powerful. In reality, the vast majority of people are just livestock to feed the powerful."

It hits the nail on the head, no exaggeration.

The powerful people at the top have never treated the people at the bottom as human beings.

When they need to make money, they will elevate human rights; when they need to collect wealth, the life and death of the people below has nothing to do with them.

Anyway, people will always have problems.

"My good brother, you seem to be moved by compassion?" Frederick handed over a glass of wine with a half-smile on his face.

"Maybe." Lei Zhen took the wine.

"Haha, are you kidding me? Do you think I don't know your style of doing things? My dear brother, I particularly like your saintly appearance."

I simply don't believe in Lei Zhen's methods or style.

Frederick knew it very well. He had killed people like crazy, so when had he ever felt any compassion?

"A bodhisattva's heart and a vajra's methods don't conflict." Lei Zhen took a sip of wine and smiled, "No matter how many people I kill, it won't affect my reverence, respect, and compassion for life."

This was indeed a heartfelt statement, and he did feel compassion, but it had nothing to do with anything else.

If there is a need to do good deeds, Lei Zhen will do it without hesitation, no matter how much money it costs. After all, there are gods and demons living in everyone's heart.

There is no one who is truly heartless. There are only people who can clearly distinguish between the two and are good at taking advantage of them.

"Full of righteousness and morality?" Frederick teased.

"Full of thieves and whores?" Lei Zhen laughed. "My dear brother, you actually have some understanding of Eastern culture. That's really impressive."

"Colonel Dmytro will prepare a welcoming banquet for you at 7 p.m., and we can sit down and have a good chat then," Frederick said. "But you have to be mentally prepared. The aircraft carrier deal isn't something you can just negotiate in one go, especially with Easterners."

"I understand." Lei Zhen nodded.

The West has never been friendly to the East, and has imposed various technical and technological blockades. Deterrent weapons such as aircraft carriers will not be sold to Eastern countries.

So if you want to buy it, you need some skills.

"You are a great patriot," said Frederick.

"What?" Lei Zhen looked at him.

He admitted that he always held high the flag, but did not think he was very patriotic because everything he did was for his own benefit.

"A great patriot."

"You seem to be mistaken?"

"I can see it in your eyes, so don't deny it." Frederick patted his shoulder and said, "My good brother, you have a country to love, but I have no country to love at all, so you are lucky."

Lei Zhen stared at his serious eyes and couldn't help laughing.

Maybe those who have it don’t know how to cherish it, while those who don’t have it are full of envy?

Murong Fu's pursuit of restoring his country in this life is Duan Yu's starting point; and the fairy sister that Duan Yu has been longing for is within Murong Fu's reach.

It’s so unreasonable!