Chapter 204: On the eve of the big thunder, the price of RPG rocket launcher 1 is clearly marked...
Chapter 204 The Eve of the Thunder
After Ruyue's wedding, Yancheng entered the golden autumn.
A season that represents harvest.
That day, Yan Jiuru was reading the speech written by his secretary in the office when the phone next to him rang.
"Hello, I'm Yan Jiuru."
Yan Jiuru picked up the phone casually. All calls that could reach his line were filtered. Then he frowned.
"Yeah, okay, I understand."
Yan Jiuru put down the phone, thought for a moment, and called out, "Secretary Li, have someone prepare the car. I'm going out for a while."
"Okay, Director. Well, about the meeting..." Secretary Li agreed quickly, then turned around and remembered that he had a meeting with the city government to attend later.
"Just attend the meeting. Let Deputy Director Cheng attend."
Since Deputy Director Cheng was reported last time, although the Discipline Inspection Commission found out that someone deliberately took photos at adjusted angles to frame him, the matter was closed, but the Discipline Inspection Commission did find some minor problems.
I've worked in the department for many years, and I've had my share of things. It's fine if no one investigates, but if they do, I'll probably get a minor disciplinary action.
According to the current cadre system, a deputy director can be promoted to a full-time position as long as he performs well in the evaluation for two years. Although he is under pressure from his superiors in the department, he can be transferred to other departments or work in local areas to serve as a cadre of the same level.
But because of a minor punishment, Deputy Director Cheng was stuck in the same position for five years.
And Yan Jiuru is not much better than Deputy Director Cheng.
Because he was determined to develop the Golden Shield fire truck, although he also built two small businesses before the fire truck became successful, some people above him were not optimistic about him when the biggest business was not yet established. They thought he was too stubborn and immature, and he also remained in the same position and did not get promoted.
During the same period, some other directors have been promoted to deputy ministers, and some have gone to local areas to work and gain experience, so they will be able to make further progress in the future.
Although the Golden Shield fire truck has passed domestic and international certifications and has officially started production, it is still a fact that a project takes five years.
Yan Jiuru thought to himself, it would be fine if the Organization Department called him at this time, but why the institute?
Although the telephone lines are encrypted, some things are still not convenient to talk about over the phone.
Yan Jiuru took a car to Institute 107.
Old Wu was standing in front of the glass window in his office with his hands behind his back.
Compared to when they first met, Old Wu has gotten older, but with all the talented people from Institute 107 around, the person at the helm of his own company must be good.
So, even though more than ten or twenty years have passed, Old Wu is more vigorous and doesn't seem to have aged much.
"Director!"
"You're here? Sit down."
***
"What!"
"You mean the goose..."
Yan Jiuru has been busy with factory and unit affairs recently and has not paid much attention to the specific international situation. When he heard that Daye was going to split up, he was extremely shocked.
Old Wu nodded. "You heard right, absolutely true! It will probably be announced publicly by the end of this year at the latest."
But before that, they had already started dividing the family property among themselves.”
"It's just that they kept the news secret until recently, and we only got the confirmed news not long ago."
"So what do we want to do?"
Although Yan Jiuru was thinking about other people's gold mines and thought he could secretly dig them if they were not guarded properly, he would not use him.
After all, he holds a high-ranking position.
"Ahem," Old Wu said, feeling somewhat embarrassed even though he was speaking to his own people behind closed doors. "Well, there's a big fight going on over there right now over the division of the family fortune. Many important projects might be split between two or even three companies, and some expensive research projects might be so expensive that no one's paying attention..."
"According to the information we've received, many people from the United States have gone to colleges and universities and research institutions, promising various benefits, such as US dollars, luxury homes, luxury cars, and beautiful women. In short, they promise anything that appeals to their hearts.
Many scientists and researchers from the University of Southern California have already left the United States. They have taken with them not only their own baggage but also key research projects they are currently working on. Even if they are only involved in the part that can greatly save time and money in research and development.
"The above means that we can also accept some of the scientists from the Great Goose, especially the mathematicians from the Great Russia who are world-class. As for other scientific researchers, of course there are people to do these, and you have other tasks."
Yan Jiuru hurriedly sat down and listened seriously.
Old Wu took a deep breath and said, "We've received intelligence that someone has secretly dismantled Russia's aircraft carriers and ocean-going supply ships and is selling them piecemeal!"
Oh my god!
Yan Jiuru’s eyes widened: How dare you do this?
Your courage is not just outrageous, it's outrageous!
Old Wu sighed, "It'll take the common people three to five months to split up their property, not to mention the splitting up of the so-called most powerful country in the world. Who knows how much more turmoil there will be in places outsiders can't see. If the people above don't calm down, the people below will only get worse."
The house is in a mess. Forget about dismantling the aircraft carrier to buy spare parts. You'd better keep the money you spend now in your own pocket, otherwise it may be sold to others later.
"It's less than two months until the end of the year, and your department should be pretty busy by this time.
"The higher-ups want you to lead a delegation to the north under the guise of a business trip. First, to personally confirm whether the reselling of aircraft carriers or other important strategic weapons is indeed happening; second, once confirmed, you must find a way to get some of them!"
Yan Jiuru didn't hesitate, he asked: "How do we get the money? How much cash can we take out?"
This transaction definitely cannot be done through open accounts, and the other party must also be a cash transaction. Only Yan Jiuru can take out a large amount of cash at once, and no one else can do it.
"Don't worry about this. The higher-ups will naturally prepare it."
However, Old Wu still emphasized: "This is very risky. It's very likely that there will be gangs robbing each other. You should be more careful."
***
When Yan Jiuru returned home in the evening, he told Chen Yin that he was going on a business trip to the north.
Chen Yin asked curiously, "Why did you think of going to Russia? Aren't the higher-ups on bad terms with Russia?"
Yan Jiuru couldn't tell the truth, so he just made an excuse: "The higher-ups asked me to go check out the heavy industry development over there."
Russia's light industry is not well developed, but its heavy industry is quite good, and it has a lot of top talents.
Yan Jiuru was also thinking about recruiting some talents for at least several of his companies.
"Going to Siberia in this season is not a good choice. The temperature there must be over thirty degrees below zero..." Chen Yin muttered as she packed his heavy luggage, so he chose the thickest clothes.
Yan Jiuru went out again at night.
Since we have given him the chance to get some back, we must not let him go empty-handed.
Yan Jiuru arrived at the Xishan base and was taken to a warehouse after repeated inspections. Someone was already waiting there.
The huge warehouse only had about twenty suitcases placed on the ground in the middle. When each suitcase was opened, it was filled with stacks of US dollars.
Although it is very beautiful and bad, it has to be said that everyone loves US dollars.
People still want US dollars in this kind of transaction.
The leader was an unremarkable middle-aged man. He nodded at Yan Jiuru and said, "Here are twenty-five boxes in total, each worth one million. Please check."
Yan Jiuru just took a quick glance with his spiritual sense and nodded, putting it into the storage space.
Although everyone present knew something about this amazing ability, it was still shocking to see it with their own eyes.
This is tens of millions of dollars in cash!
They were escorted here by armed forces and didn't dare to breathe. It was a lot of trouble.
As a result, they all disappeared with a wave of their hands!
It’s a good thing they are one of us, otherwise if they encountered a robber like this, wouldn’t they just be staring blankly?
***
In the next two days, Yan Jiuru met several special members of the inspection team.
It was only then that Yan Jiuru realized that due to the bad relationship with Daye in previous years, there were almost no people learning Russian, and now those who could be selected to participate in the mission had to undergo expedited Russian training for a period of time.
On the contrary, because he could speak Russian, he became the last person to join the group.
The mission was time-sensitive, so Yan Jiuru and his eleven-member team set off on the third day.
This time their targets are Odessa, Kiev, Kharkiv and other places.
These places rely on Black Sea ports and have formed a certain scale of black market for weapons and ammunition.
Of course, if time and circumstances permit, there may also be Murmansk, where the Russian Northern Fleet is located.
According to reliable sources, due to the long-term wage arrears of the Russian army, everyone from soldiers to senior officers are reselling weapons and ammunition to enrich themselves.
***
Yan Jiuru and others applied for business inspection visas, so they flew to Moscow from Yancheng Airport first.
The pilot managed to extend the eight-hour flight into six hours, and most of the few passengers were retching.
It can be seen that this plane is pretty cool.
They stayed here for only one night and flew to Kiev the next day under the pretext of an inspection.
After finding a hotel in Kiev, Yan Jiuru and others were not used to the local food, so they walked around the street looking for a Chinese restaurant. Unfortunately, they couldn't find one after walking the entire street.
Finally, we had a meal of black sausage and borscht in a "Good Friend" pub, and of course, local liquor to go with it.
While everyone was drinking and making noise, Yan Jiuru asked the shop owner for information: "Excuse me, where can I buy silver lotus?"
The red-nosed shop owner glanced at him and said casually, "Silver anemones only bloom at night."
Yan Jiuru smiled and said, "There is a moon tonight."
The other party nodded: "Close at eight."
Yan Jiuru took out the exchanged rubles and paid for the meal before returning to his seat.
The others looked over, and Yan Jiuru raised his glass and said with a smile: "It's a rare occasion tonight, everyone cheers!"
***
In this cold winter, after 7:30 in the evening, there are basically no people on the streets of Kiev, except for the drunkards who are staggering.
Even the patrolling police looked down on them. Even if they fell on the street, no one would even look at them. They would just take a detour and walk away.
This is not uncommon throughout Russia.
In addition to the dim street lights, there are also lights coming from several small pubs that are still open.
At this time, a drunkard staggered into the "Good Friend" tavern with an empty bottle of wine.
"Open the door, open the door!"
"I haven't had enough to drink yet, you...can't close the door!"
"Give me another...another...bottle!"
The drunkard mumbled drunkenly, and the owner, who was closing up, spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth and cursed, "Get out!"
The drunkard just sat down in front of the door and refused to leave no matter how the owner scolded him or kicked him.
The shop next door was also packing up and closing. Seeing this, they smiled and said, "Asili, if he wants to drink it, just sell it to him. At worst, you can use his hat to pay for the wine."
"That's right, for this drunkard, only alcohol works, nothing else works."
"Okay, let's go now. I'm afraid it might snow tonight. You should also send this drunkard home early."
The person next door walked away with a crunching sound on the snow.
The boss, who was called Asili, opened the door again with helpless curses.
The drunkard got up without being called out and staggered in with the bottle of wine in his hand.
"Damn it, go pee in the back!" Soon, the boss's scolding voice came from the room.
***
Inside the tavern.
Yan Jiuru was dragged by his boss to the back room, and then he straightened his hat and asked, "Are there any silver lotus leaves in stock?"
The boss looked at him a few times, nodded, and took out a folded piece of paper from a tattered bag and handed it to Yan Jiuru.
Yan Jiuru unfolded it and saw a list of black market weapons. RPGs were clearly marked at $10 each, with discounts for bulk purchases. Individual rifles were $2 each. It was unbelievable. Looking further down, there were even T-55 and 64 main battle tanks! Only $10,000!
This is really just enough money to earn milk powder.
Yan Jiuru clicked his tongue a few times, but obviously didn't like any of them in particular.
Seeing this, the shop owner said, "You can still place an order."
Yan Jiuru was more satisfied after hearing this. He took out a stack of US dollars and pushed it to the shop owner, saying, "I need good goods! Large quantities! If possible, talk to your superiors about the deal."
The shop owner raised an eyebrow. "For example?"
"For example, Satan Head..."
The shop owner's expression turned serious. He put away the dollars and said, "Come and listen to the news at this time tomorrow at the earliest."
Yan Jiuru picked up a bottle of special vodka, unscrewed the lid and took a sip. It was so hot that he felt like his whole body was about to burn. It was so damn refreshing. No wonder the fighting nation likes to drink strong liquor!
So energetic!
Yan Jiuru, the "drunkard", was staggered out of the tavern amid the owner's scolding. His hat was taken away by the owner to pay off his debt. He looked even more confused. Besides, there were not many people outside except the drunkard, so soon no one paid attention to where he went.
Yan Jiuru took cover in a nearby church, put on an invisibility talisman and returned to the hotel.
***
Yan Jiuru did not hide this meeting from everyone. Not long after returning to the room, people from several neighboring rooms also came over quietly.
"How about it?"
"Any results?"
Everyone lowered their voices, but they couldn't hide their anxiety.
Yan Jiuru took out the paper and said, "These conventional weapons have become one-stop services, but I don't think they are of much use to us."
These conventional weapons and ammunition are certainly good, but they are useless if they are not equipped in large quantities. The key is that there is no need to spend so much effort to buy a few pieces and then disassemble them for research and development.
The others took the list and said, "Wow, this is a real bargain. I think we can go back on the hour."
Seeing everyone's eager expressions, Yan Jiuru said, "We don't have much money with us, so we need to spend it wisely. These small amounts can be used as a supplement when the time comes."
"What should we do next?"
"Let me get more information first." Yan Jiuru didn't tell anyone about tomorrow's events. Even among his own people, the fewer people who knew about it, the safer it would be.
***
Since it is an inspection, we must have made preparations in advance.
The next morning, Yan Jiuru and others, accompanied by embassy staff, first visited a large local steel plant and a rolling mill.
I have to say that the Russians are indeed wealthy, but their management is indeed very loose.
The staff who received them on the tour were also a little absent-minded. They just looked at everything casually, without asking any questions or saying much, but they would answer any questions they had.
Yan Jiuru took the opportunity to ask a few questions about the special steel. The accompanying engineer listened and said directly: "Then your material is not purified enough, and the catalyst is too outdated."
Yan Jiuru... This damn catalyst of backwardness was brought to us by you guys back then!
But it's true, people have made progress over the years, while we are still clinging to the old ways and standing still.
Yan Jiuru took out a pack of cigarettes and gave them to a few reception staff so that if they said a few more words during the explanation, their trip would not be in vain.
At lunch, even though the reception was from the factory, Yan Jiuru still took out two bottles of high-grade Maotai that he had brought from China. This made the engineers who were receiving him very happy.
What catalyst, what temperature control, that's no problem! I can tell you everything!
Just bring wine! Even better, bring US dollars! We even have the formula spelled out for you.
After a whole day of visiting, we can’t say that we didn’t gain anything, but we can say that the gains were not small, but everyone was not very happy.
Because I saw a bigger gap.
Even though we know that Russia is about to disintegrate, a broken ship still has three thousand rotten nails. Given their size, they are at least ten years more advanced than our country.
***
Yan Jiuru did not participate in the discussion, but went to the pub again after everyone dispersed.
This time I didn't pretend to be a drunkard, but went to the restaurant around 7:30 to order food.
The owner already recognized him and handed him a piece of paper when he took the menu.
It wrote the time and place, and muttered that I could only go alone.
Yan Jiuru observed silently. There should be many people here who know about it, and no one was surprised.
It would be impossible not to worry at all since this is someone else's land, but since we have made an appointment, we are not afraid.
I still have to go.
After paying the bill, he returned to the hotel, and the others who had gone out to inquire about the news also came back one after another.
Some people also got another list of weapons, but it was basically the same as the one Yan Jiuru got.
"We still have to meet in person to discuss big shipments."
Yan Jiuru snuffed out his cigarette and said, "I can only go alone, so I'll go explore first. I hope I can catch a big fish this time!"
"Is that Victor?"
"How is that possible!" Yan Jiuru rolled his eyes. These arms dealers all use multi-layer encrypted single-line communications. If it were so easy to see the person behind the scenes, they would have given up on this long ago.
The person he met this time was not necessarily of which level.
I hope the tavern given by the intelligence personnel before is a relatively forward network, otherwise, it will be a bit difficult to catch the big fish.
The next morning, Yan Jiuru took the inspection team to visit a track factory, which should be producing tracks for a certain type of main battle tank, but is also accepting some civilian orders.
Yan Jiuru looked at the particularly "solid" steel material, and couldn't help but envy others for their durability. There was a reason why their products were made with very high quality materials.
During lunch, Yan Jiuru found an excuse to buy gifts and went for a walk.
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