Erguotou liquor, ham sausages, down jackets, and mountains of "Dragon Brand" instant noodles.
During that period in the Soviet Union, even if you gave a Russian a hundred dollars, he would probably still have to think about where to spend it and how to turn those dollars into scarce daily necessities.
But if you give him a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and a box of instant noodles, his eyes will light up immediately, and he'll sell you the medals left by his own father without hesitation!
Lin Huowang sat in his soft sleeper compartment, watching the birch forest rushing past the window, while his mind was racing, calculating his "prey list" for this trip.
"The chief designer of the Su-27... that research institute that works on high-thrust engines... and the aircraft carrier shipyard in Ukraine..."
This list was compiled by him bit by bit based on his memories from his previous life.
Every name on this list will be a legendary figure in the technical world in later generations.
The wealth in their minds is ten or a hundred times greater than the value of the goods on this train.
Just one discovery would be enough to propel China's technology in that industry forward rapidly.
Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is no exaggeration; it's a once-in-a-millennium chance.
"Boss, we've arrived."
The accompanying bodyguard knocked on the door and then spoke in a low voice.
As the train slowly pulled into Moscow and stopped at the Yaroslavl railway station, Lin Huowang's last personally participated frenzied bottom-fishing operation officially began.
As soon as I got off the train, I was hit by a biting cold wind mixed with the smell of coal smoke.
At that time, Moscow was quite desolate.
On the streets, the once invincible Soviet Red Army soldiers have now become small vendors, hunching over and reselling military overcoats and leather hats.
Meanwhile, long queues formed outside the stores, with people having to wait for hours just to buy a piece of black bread.
In this atmosphere of despair, Lin Huowang and his group of well-dressed Chinese people, who brought a large amount of supplies, were seen by the Chinese as angels descending with a halo.
"Mr. Lin! Mr. Lin!"
A middle-aged Russian man wearing an old trench coat, accompanied by several companions, rushed over quickly.
This is an agent that Lin Huowang has cultivated here. He used to be a mid-level KGB officer, but now... as long as you give him enough money, he'll sell anything.
"Ivan, it's been a long time."
Lin Huowang smiled and gave him a big hug, then subtly slipped him a thick wad of US dollars. "Have you contacted all the people I wanted?"
"All contacted! All contacted!"
Ivan's face lit up with a smile. He squeezed the wad of US dollars and said, "Those experts... oh no, those poor old men, they can't even afford vodka anymore. When they heard that you brought Chinese liquor and canned goods, and were going to offer them jobs and high salaries, they were ecstatic!"
"but……"
Ivan lowered his voice, glancing warily around, "The CIA has been watching these guys lately. They're offering high prices and using shady tactics. We need to be careful."
"American?"
Lin Huowang sneered and said with great disdain, "They only know how to give money, not how to give dignity. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
...
That night.
In a rather secluded villa on the outskirts of Moscow, a special banquet is underway.
On that long table were canned braised pork, luncheon meat, steaming dumplings, and bottles of high-proof Red Star Erguotou liquor, all imported from China.
It has to be said that it seems like no one among the Russians doesn't love drinking.
They seemed to have grown up surrounded by alcohol, singing and dancing while drinking, and were incredibly happy.
Sitting at the table were more than twenty elderly people with gray hair, but dressed in shabby clothes.
But if Western military intelligence agencies saw this scene, they would probably all be so scared they'd wet their pants.
Because these old men who looked like homeless people were actually all leading figures in the fields of Soviet aerospace, nuclear physics, and materials science!
For example, the elderly man sitting on the far left, who looks frail and whose hands are trembling, is a top global expert in aero-engine blade materials.
The man on the far right is one of the chief designers of the Soviet Union's heavy-lift launch vehicle.
At this very moment, they were wolfing down these seemingly ordinary canned foods and drinking that fiery Erguotou liquor, while tears streamed down their faces, mingling with the alcohol.
Perhaps, during the years when the Soviet Union was powerful, it could never have imagined that it would fall to this state so quickly.
"This cup is a toast to the great Soviet Union... though it is almost over."
The old engine expert raised his glass, his voice choked with emotion.
Lin Huowang also stood up, holding his wine glass, and said in a very sincere and solemn tone:
"Dear teachers and professors, I know that you are feeling very bad right now."
“You have dedicated your lives to this country, but now, this country can’t even give you a loaf of bread.”
“I am not here today to give you charity, nor am I here to be a robber taking advantage of your misfortune.”
"I have come to formally invite you to China to continue your great, unfinished cause!"
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