And he was a technician.
No matter how good the technology is, without those conditions, he would not be able to continue his research.
Most importantly, he couldn't find a suitable job.
He couldn't even survive on his own. If he were a farmer, perhaps he could go back to the countryside to farm.
But he wasn't; he didn't have that skill. He'd been a bookworm since he was a child.
The only thing I enjoy is research.
His life skills are even less than those of a child.
He was hungry, he had been hungry for three whole days.
Hunger made him set aside his pride and seek help from his former friend, Boris.
Or rather, it was Boris who went to find him.
Because on the day the organization disbanded, Boris had approached him and told him that if he wanted to live a good life, he had a way for him to continue his research.
When he asked for directions.
Boris, however, said that he was abroad.
This silenced him; he did not want to betray his country.
However, this silence became deafening after several more days of hunger.
As for why Boris helped him so much.
Because he obtained some materials from their research lab. He was friends with Andrei, and Andrei had also been a technician, though not in-depth. He knew that some things, even if the blueprints were right in front of you, you might not be able to copy them. Here's another little-known fact: fighter jet blueprints are usually measured in tons.
If there isn't someone knowledgeable about this, then the price won't be too high.
And he was the one who knew what he was doing; he wanted to sell it for a high price and, incidentally, sell his friend as well.
Of course, he had already told Andrei about this.
He believed that Andrei would agree.
Because here, he has lost the soil for survival, and things like patriotism are of no use in the face of life.
"Big brother, you've finally arrived."
Wang Shouren dragged his luggage into the house. It was truly a world of ice and snow. Stepping into the heated house made him much more comfortable. As he got older, his ability to withstand the cold and heat had slightly decreased.
Wang Shouren rubbed his hands together, put his coat aside, and glanced at the house: "Goodness, you two know how to enjoy life. Nice house."
"Hehe." Yuan Li chuckled.
This house is indeed nice; it's the only one in this small town that could be considered luxurious, despite its rather ordinary exterior. The interior decoration, however, is first-rate. Even the carpets laid out on the floor are extremely rare. Although Yuan Wai is a bit arrogant, this arrogance only extends to his return journey. Here, he continues to diligently implement Wang Shouren's plan.
It's about making this place more luxurious.
"What did they tell you over there?" After sitting down, Wang Shouren took the hot milk tea that Yuan Wai handed him. Here, he still preferred things that were warm and comforting.
"Hey, the person we're dealing with is a general. To be honest, we haven't had it easy these past few years..."
Before Yuan could continue speaking, the door was opened.
Liu Bo walked in, saw Wang Shouren, and greeted the group: "Brother Shouren is here."
Liu Bo joined in recent years and is also one of the higher-ups. He knows the whole story of this plan.
To be honest, Liu Bo didn't really want to come here at first; he was thinking about making a name for himself. But since arriving here, he's grown to love it.
It's dangerous and exciting here, and the key is that the money earned isn't taken back by the higher-ups. They just tell him how much he can earn, and that's all he needs. It's a way to have a backup plan. The brothers who came with him are enough to fill a whole company, and now they're all quite well-off, which is good enough. He has work to do, and the money is decent; he likes life here.
Therefore, he held Wang Shouren and his colleagues in high esteem.
"Alright, everyone's here. Perfect timing, we were just talking about Boris." Yuan Wai brought out another cup of hot milk tea.
Liu Bo took it; in this freezing weather, it was essential to have something sweet.
“Our people over there have found out that they seem to be reducing the number of research institutes in the country. A while ago, they demolished a large one. I reckon this trip is related to that institute,” Liu Bo said, taking a sip of his drink.
"What is it about?"
"I heard they were developing fighter jets, and they don't have much spare capacity. The economy has collapsed..." Liu Bo's tone was tinged with emotion. Originally, he was just an illiterate soldier, but later, he learned quite a bit in the army. After coming here and studying with Yuan Li, he also understood the importance of the economy to a country.
Yuan Li, who had been mostly silent, said, "Given our relationship with them, if they were planning to sell the institute's stuff, they would most likely come to us. But the fact that they're holding onto it means they're trying to sell it at a higher price."
"Are there any competitors bidding against us?" Wang Shouren frowned.
“No.” Yuan Li shook his head: “It’s not that crazy yet, where they’d sell to just anyone. They’d only sell to old acquaintances.”
Indeed, in 1988, it wasn't a time for desperate measures; anyone with the money could sell. The Russian bear now, however, has some reservations.
Yuan Li stretched out his hand and counted on his fingers: "First, they have to be acquaintances; second, they have to be able to pay the price. After all that, it's just us. We've been cooperating for almost eight years. We've climbed up step by step. They know what's behind us, and we know they know what's behind us. So, they should be thinking about how to raise the price now."
"We have to buy it no matter how high the price is!" Liu Bo immediately said.
He knew all too well how important fighter jets were to us.
"Alright, alright, Lao Liu, go play somewhere else." Yuan Wai said irritably, "If everyone acted like you, we couldn't do business."
“This isn’t business, is it?” Liu Bo immediately retorted.
"Alright, alright, stop arguing. We haven't even gone yet, what's the rush?" Wang Shouren silenced their argument: "Yuan Wai is right, we need to lower the price."
"But……"
“This isn’t the first batch,” Wang Shouren interrupted Liu Bo. “They can’t hold out for long. If they want us to pay a high price every time they come out, we can’t afford to pay much. We can only lower their psychological defenses. Besides, these things become less and less valuable over time. What they want is personal value, not national value. There aren’t many buyers, only us.”
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