Chapter 205: Arsenal! When you go out, your identity is given by yourself...
Chapter 205 Arsenal
On the gloomy Khreshchatyk Street, many people wrapped in tweed coats lined up in front of food and daily necessities stores.
People complained that even with rubles they couldn't buy enough food and warm winter clothes.
Some people who bought cigarettes and alcohol came out of the store holding the bags with smiles on their faces, greeting acquaintances loudly, showing off their gains, and wishing others good luck.
On the other side, the wall behind the leader statue in Independence Square was covered with various slogans, such as "We want independence" and "Freedom and Truth". Some people even put a big X on it. This reminded Yan Jiuru of a certain period in the past of Xuan Kingdom.
There weren't even many cars on the street. Occasionally, a few small cars passed by with exhaust fumes, most of which were owned by some organization.
Who would have thought that in this city, which was once the third largest city, so many cars would be parked because they could not afford to fill up the gas tanks. Many city dwellers even had to rent their houses to gold diggers from outside and move to the countryside because of their difficult lives.
After taking a quick look, Yan Jiuru wrapped his coat tightly around himself like everyone else, pulled down his hat, and lined up at the end of a queue with more men.
His eyes fell on the old-fashioned military boots worn by the men in front of him.
In my impression, these should be the standard military shoes of a border guard in Dayue, and these men look like "soldiers".
There were three or four of them standing at the back of the line, smoking cigarettes, and they didn't look very well.
"SHUT, Sukbuli!
Those bastards up there are only concerned about their own food and drink. We haven't received our salaries in over a year, and the winter coats we were supposed to replace are nowhere to be found. The speaker stamped his foot and muttered, "I don't know how we're going to get through this winter."
Another person asked, "Alexei, I heard that the 2nd Division just exchanged a warehouse full of AKs and self-propelled howitzers, and started eating imported canned meat that same day. Is that true?"
The yellowish curly-haired man named Alexi threw the last of his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his foot. He said with a "huh" sound, "What's that? The T-64s, T-80s, and several Hinds of the Guards in the suburbs have all been taken away.
With cotton coats, flour, canned meat and US dollars, they will surely have a good year this year."
"Although our Air Force can still afford to pay some money, we have no benefits and no benefits. The higher-ups are keeping a close eye on us, so we can't do anything."
"It's a pity that our positions are too low. If I were also a brigade commander or a major general, hehe..."
As he was speaking, there was a sudden commotion up ahead. It turned out that the store had run out of goods again.
This team was lined up in vain.
There was nothing to buy, and everyone was reluctant to leave, so they took the opportunity to vent their anger and curse the authorities.
Several men also cursed a few times, "It's empty again. Didn't they say a large batch of goods arrived today?"
Someone replied, "Even if we bring a train, it still won't be enough!"
This made everyone silent.
The country is so poor at the moment that it cannot afford to support soldiers or large weapons. The people are hungry and have no food or clothes to wear.
And the people above are still bickering every day...
"Vladimir, please, do you have any connections with your uncle so that we can get some goods?" Someone broke the silence first.
A tall, thin man forced a smile. "What are we going to do? The Black Sea Fleet can dismantle cruisers and foreign warships, but we can also dismantle cruisers and guided missiles?"
"Now everyone in the upper echelons is busy filling their own pockets, and we are the ones who are suffering."
Yan Jiuru quietly divided his spiritual sense into two points, one on Vladimir and the other on Alexi. He felt that these two people might come into contact with the top leaders of a certain army.
Like other people who didn't buy food, Yan Jiuru wandered around for a while and then left in a hurry.
***
He found one of the few restaurants still open, ordered a meal and ate it slowly in the corner.
In this situation, the restaurants that can still operate normally are those with strong backing. Otherwise, the gangsters and homeless people alone can empty the store overnight.
Nowadays, those who can afford to eat out are either rich or capable people.
Yan Jiuru cast a small spell to make it easy for people to ignore his existence, and soon he caught some interesting content.
Two guests sitting in another corner discovered from their conversation that these two guys who looked a little unhappy were actually designers from Antonov Design Bureau and Motor Sich Engine Company!
Because the country is facing huge changes, no one knows what the future will be like. The people of Ermao are very conflicted. They have a desire to break away from the current situation, but they are also worried about the future and resentful of the government and officials. Coupled with the increasing shortage of food and daily necessities, even top designers who once had high incomes seem to be down and out.
Every part of them seemed to be asking: What had made life become like this?
The two old friends drank to drown their sorrows.
Yan Jiuru listened carefully.
It turned out that someone from Motor Sich came to Kiev from Zaporizhia for business. After all, the two companies have upstream and downstream relationships and are familiar with each other on a daily basis.
Among them, a designer from the Antonov Design Bureau said with a wry smile that if he didn't get his salary, he would set up a stall on the street to sell old items to supplement his family income.
After all, he has four or five children to support at home, his wife takes care of the children and the family at home, and the whole family depends on his salary to survive.
Reality forced him to make some changes.
Another person complained that the company is in chaos now, and many designers have been lobbied to go to the United States for the dollars, villas, beautiful women and wealthy life.
Unlike these people, who hold on to their former ideals, they would rather starve to death than throw themselves into the arms of the United States.
Another shook his head and sighed, "Alas, dear Davari, we haven't gained anything this time. We haven't received any salary in over three years, and the people above us... Alas, to be honest, I don't know how much longer I can hold out!"
Yan Jiuru's consciousness moved slightly.
The famous Antonov Design Bureau and Motor Sich!
No one who studies mechanical design knows the Antonov Design Bureau. The An-225 and An-124, the world's largest transport aircraft, came from here!
An An-225 can carry 50 cars! It is said that it can also carry cargo outside the fuselage!
At present, Big Goose has only produced one, and the other one will probably be in trouble if the company splits up.
As for Motor Sich, it is not bad either. It is a manufacturer of engines for aircraft. If the An-225 is awesome, then the D-18T engine that allows the An-225 to fly is indispensable!
It can be said that these two units are one of the core elements of Daye Heavy Industry.
But now even designers have to set up stalls to supplement their family income?!
It's quite shocking!
If they could poach a department, no, even if they could poach a few people, Xuan Country's related businesses would be advanced by ten or even twenty years!
That's a big step forward!
Yan Jiuru immediately realized that he could not miss this opportunity.
However, he did not respond immediately. After all, it was not convenient to say anything in such a public place.
Yan Jiuru was thinking in his mind while eating.
By the time he finished his meal, the two old friends hadn't finished drinking yet.
Yan Jiuru didn't stay for long. After paying the bill, he left in a hurry.
***
Back at the hotel, the others were not idle either. They "coordinated" from somewhere two or three cars of varying ages, as well as four or five license plates.
"It's a nearly scrapped car, so just dispose of it however you're done with it."
What I mean is just throw it away to avoid being traced.
Yan Jiuru did not participate in the afternoon activities. He drove a black Zaporizhia car to the outskirts of Kiev.
Although the meeting was agreed to be the day after tomorrow, he went to check out the place in advance so that he had an idea of the location.
He walked around for a long time according to the map and finally found the place.
Fifty kilometers west of a small town, a huge military camp appeared in his consciousness.
The guard at the gate of the barracks was holding his gun listlessly, huddled beside the gate, and his uniform and boots looked really old. . . .
"I didn't expect that this tavern owner was quite powerful and directly linked up with the army. No wonder..."
The comrades here are really reliable and they didn't give out any middleman information.
However, this place is definitely easy to get into but difficult to get out.
It's like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.
You have to figure it out yourself.
Since he was already nearby, Yan Jiuru decided to go in and take a look.
Yan Jiuru found a secluded place to put away the car, put on the concealment talisman and acceleration talisman, and rushed towards the barracks.
When you see the Russian words on the gate, you will find out that this is the location of the 4th Border Defense Division under a certain group army.
Division headquarters...
I've come to the right place.
***
Anyway, no one can see him, so he can just wander around the barracks.
Wow, this large area around here belongs to the 4th Division. There are brigades under the division headquarters, and each garrison has many large warehouses.
Yan Jiuru took a quick look and found that apart from military fuel, the supplies in these warehouses were extremely scarce.
The Big Goose's division usually has tens of thousands of people. If it is not fully staffed in peacetime, there are normally six to seven thousand people. The daily food and drink expenses are not a small amount.
No wonder the soldiers are so listless. They can't even get enough to eat, let alone nutrition. How can they support training and defense?
After a round of inspection, I found that the warehouse handles were still very strict.
It is easy to take it away secretly, but the space capacity is limited, and it is really impossible to take away many large objects such as airplanes and tanks.
For the long term, it is better to change it if possible.
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw two people walking out of the division office. One of them was a sturdy guy with a shirt that could barely cover his belly. The epaulettes on his shoulders showed that he held a high position, either the chief of staff or the division or brigade commander.
He heard the two men say goodbye: "Dear Ivanovich, be sure to get enough food before Christmas, whether it is flour or canned goods, cotton and cloth or soap, toothpaste, and of course vodka is the best."
The other man hugged him and said, "Dear Davari, please rest assured. I am looking for capable people. After all, as you know, five or six thousand people is not a small number."
Yan Jiuru thought for a moment, it seems that what the other party needs most may not necessarily be US dollars, but also daily necessities such as food and warm clothes.
If it were just the US dollar, there would definitely be a struggle, but if it was supplies that were right in front of us, it might be easier to gain the initiative.
It is easy to understand that Da Goose has been rushing to develop heavy industry, especially military industry, and agricultural products and light industrial products on such a vast land are all imported.
Now, in order to divide the big geese, the United States has adopted many inferior means, which has restricted the import of these things by the big geese, and the domestic supply has become increasingly scarce.
After Yan Jiuru's spiritual sense landed on the dear Davari, he followed the dear Ivanovich.
He wanted to see how dear Ivanovich planned to get these supplies. After all, this guy might be his competitor.
***
Ivanovich left the barracks and got into a black Volga luxury car.
The car drove a long way and stopped at a place.
Ivanovich took out a cell phone and started making a call.
"Well, dear uncle, Colonel Pavlov is a little worried. Their military district hasn't received their salary for more than a year. Not to mention food, they're almost out of money to refuel their tanks and helicopters.
Without fuel, drivers, and fighters, these big guys are just scrap metal.
As long as there is enough money and supplies, not only main battle tanks and Hind helicopters, but also large transport aircraft and frigates can be sold."
"Yes, remove the obvious weapons, it's all scrap metal... Of course we can drive it away, haha, dear uncle."
. . . . . .
"What did you say?"
"Sukbuli!"
"Damn Mikhail, he actually came up with such a good idea to get a loan from the bank!"
Yan Jiuru listened to him talking on the phone for a long time, and only understood when his mobile phone was almost out of battery that Ivanovich's uncle planned to use bank loans to raise a large amount of funds to purchase supplies abroad, and then trade with several armies including the 4th Division in exchange for weapons and equipment, and then resell them to Africa, Somalia, Afghanistan and other regions.
Even Chechen rebels can be sold.
As long as the US dollars are enough!
What do you mean, you hit me and I hit him?
Think about it, now you can buy an AK\\47 for 2 US dollars, but it will cost at least 600 to 700 US dollars in places like Somalia, and it is still in high demand!
The general-purpose bullets here are almost free, and a few cans can be exchanged for a box. But in the war-torn areas in Africa, many people buy them for $2 each.
The locals naturally have no money, but the main forces fighting there are small groups of mercenaries from various countries and those armed forces that want to stand out. They are the ones who really lack weapons and ammunition.
The local anti-government forces and government forces also need new weapons.
This business is absolutely profitable!
The key point is that the rubles borrowed now will definitely depreciate when you repay the loan in one or three years. Although we don’t know how much it will depreciate, the profit earned now is hundreds of times, so it is a good deal in any way.
Yan Jiuru couldn't help but secretly click his tongue, it turned out that there are smart people everywhere.
He thought he knew how to maximize his profits.
***
That afternoon, the country received a secret telegram from the embassy and consulate in Kiev.
The key point is to make a list, which requires the country to quickly raise hundreds of tons of grain (not too good), frozen meat, non-famous Erguotou, unsold cotton coats, cotton boots, soap, thermos and other daily necessities waiting to be exchanged for supplies.
The relevant domestic leaders were silent for a while after reading the telegram, then smiled and said, "It seems that Comrade Xiaoyan has saved us money.
Do it as soon as possible. In the past, they would be very picky when they asked us to return the food, but now as long as it is not moldy and can be eaten, it is fine."
As for frozen meat, there is still a lot of it stored in the national strategic reserve for several years, so it is a good time to trade it in and replace it with new ones.
As for daily necessities, the worst that can happen is that we work overtime to produce them, and maybe we can save a few companies that are on the verge of bankruptcy.
Because these transactions are all black and are not recorded on the books, there is no need for a contract and it all depends on personal credibility and strength.
Lord Demon would naturally not miss this good opportunity.
He contacted the company manager on Emerald Island and asked him to first go to a no-man's land to register a trading company, and then purchase a batch of materials on the list in the name of the company within a week and keep them on standby.
The administrator saw the faxed list: items ranging from thousands of tons of rice, flour, corn, soybeans, and cotton to tens of thousands of cotton coats, cotton boots, soaps, towels, socks, headscarves, and face creams. . . .
There was also a great supply of canned goods, butter, and frozen meats. . . . .
Although he didn't know why, as a loyal executor, he immediately started preparing.
***
At the same time, other colleagues who came with us were also working actively and were not idle after the daily routine visits.
Yan Jiuru thought about the transportation problem of material transactions, and his colleagues all worked hard and used their own methods to help solve it.
It’s just that I’m unfamiliar with the place, so progress is not that fast.
But some things can be done quickly, like the two designers from Antonov Design Bureau and Motor Sich who were so poor that they had to set up stalls to make ends meet.
The colleague in charge of poaching people went to dig corners that night, carrying bags of supplies that he had taken out from Yan Jiuru's space.
Humph, there is no wall that cannot be dug, only a hoe that doesn't work hard.
However, Yan Jiuru received quotations for purchasing various bulk commodities from the manager of Emerald Island the next day.
The manager said considerately, "Boss, the United States is dumping agricultural products on some countries and imposing an economic blockade. Shipping routes and airports are strictly restricted, but I've done some research and found that some countries are not affected by the United States.
For example, countries such as Argentina and Canada.
Products like rice, corn, wheat, and frozen beef are all relatively cost-effective. Furthermore, they are largely unaffected by interference from certain countries, and trade is relatively flexible and free. . . . . . .
When Yan Jiuru heard this, he realized that all aspects had been taken into consideration.
We immediately decided to use the newly registered trading company to import from Argentina!
Once he settles the airport, we will start the transportation.
As for how these goods are transported in...
Haha, as long as the profit is big enough, there will definitely be a way.
After finishing this matter, Yan Jiuru asked the staff of the local embassy and consulate to help find the shell of a waste recycling company.
Damn, since the Russians dismantled their tanks, artillery and even warships and treated them as scrap metal, of course he can recycle them!
After recycling, the waste is sold to third-party countries.
This is reasonable and legal no matter what.
***
In a blink of an eye, it was time to meet the tavern owner.
Yan Jiuru drove a 50% new Volga car along the bumpy road to "find" the agreed location.
The tavern owner and an officer were already waiting outside the gate.
Yan Jiuru got out of the car.
Then three more bodyguards got out of the car, each with a bulge on his waist, obviously armed, with sharp eyes and battle-hardened looks, looking like they were not to be trifled with.
"Hi, Victor, we meet again." The tavern owner greeted with a smile, sticking out his red, rosacea-filled nose.
The captain frowned upon hearing the name, and looked at Yan Jiuru with a somewhat unpleasant look.
"Victor?!"
This name is quite famous in the small circle of arms trafficking.
Yan Jiuru laughed and said, "It's just a coincidence of names, just like when Captain calls out Nicholas, three or five people will come out."
That's true.
The captain's face was filled with doubt, but who in the business of speculation cared what the real clone was.
He extended his hand and introduced himself: "Captain Yankovic."
It’s hard to say whether it’s a real name or not.
Anyway, everyone understands it, so there is no need to be too serious about it.
Yan Jiuru shook hands with him briefly and said, "Captain, you can call me Victor, or Little Victor."
The captain twitched his lips and tilted his head, indicating, "You go in on your own. If you take the three of them, you can't bring any weapons with you."
Yan Jiuru said generously: "It's okay, it's okay, I brought a 'sample', do you want to take a look?"
Yankovic nodded, and the tavern owner stepped forward and opened the suitcase. Everyone took a look and then closed it.
Wow, there is a layer of US dollars on top. It makes you dizzy if you look at it too much.
Yan Jiuru casually took out a half-pack of Marlboro, took out two, handed them to Yankovic and the tavern owner, and took one himself: "Can I smoke?"
There was a sign next to him clearly saying "Military Restricted Area, No Smoking," and he still had the nerve to ask.
The answer came from Captain Yankovic's lighter.
Yan Jiuru thanked him, lit a cigarette with the help of the fire, took a puff, and blew out a smoke ring.
In fact, he doesn't like smoking. His mouth stinks after smoking this thing. But men, no matter how they get together, they can't get along without taking a few puffs.
Marlboro is a hot commodity right now and is not readily available. The other two took a few puffs to satisfy their craving before taking Yan Jiuru inside.
***
Yan Jiuru discovered that they did not go to the "division headquarters office" that they saw that day, but went to another logistics office.
Before entering, Yankovic said, "Our brigade commander often works here now."
Of course, guarding the logistical supplies is more important than guarding the brigade commander's office.
"Report, Comrade Brigade Commander, Victor, uh, little Victor is here."
There was a very sturdy man sitting behind the large desk. Yan Jiuru saw that his shoulder straps were of the same level as the division commander's shoulder straps he saw that day.
In other words, the division commander and brigade commander of this division both have the rank of colonel. It seems that the strength of the 4th Division of the Border Defense Force is more than the estimated 5,000 or 6,000 people.
Maybe it’s around seven or eight thousand.
Yan Jiuru now doesn't look like an Asian at all. He is tall and strong with extraordinary looks. Now with a little concealment, he looks like a European.
Moreover, it is easy for others to ignore his appearance.
"Colonel, nice to meet you!"
Hearing the other party address him respectfully as "Sir", the brigade commander was very happy. He laughed and said, "Hello, Mr. Victor. I hope we have a pleasant meeting today!"
"I believe you will be satisfied."
Yan Jiuru gestured to the tavern owner to open the suitcase he had brought. "This is a small gift from me. Please accept it."
In addition to the stacks of US dollars on the first layer, there were also two bottles of Bird Vodka, two Marlboro cigarettes, and canned food and Erguotou as samples.
The brigade commander's eyes immediately became glued to the bottle of Birdie Vodka and the US dollars, and he kept wandering between them. Finally, he couldn't help but pick up a bottle of Birdie Vodka and unscrewed the cap. "In that case, shall we taste it?"
It’s already unscrewed, what else is there to say?
Yan Jiuru smiled and said, “These are all gifts for you, you can enjoy them anytime.
However, I recommend you try this, the best Erguotou in Xuan Country, which is no less delicious than vodka.
When you are away from home, your identity is given by yourself, and you can brag about it casually.
"Haha, you have a point."
The brigade commander took the opportunity to screw up the bottle of Bird Vodka and put it in the drawer.
Knowing that he was coming to Russia, Yan Jiuru prepared some things in advance. He brought several boxes of 56-degree Erguotou, which he would use this time.
Green Stick's Erguotou is more effective than grenades. The brigade commander took a few sips and gave a thumbs up.
Yan Jiuru personally got a can of imported canned meat, and the fragrant smell of meat immediately made people feel hungry.
"Well, your stuff is indeed good, Mr. Victor. But we need a large quantity."
Anyone who can reach this position will not neglect his work because of his love for wine.
Even though he took several sips, it was like drinking water.
Yan Jiuru was wondering whether he should order 65-degree Erguotou next time.
"That's even better. To be honest, I don't like scattered small businesses. You know, that doesn't do us any good."
"But I also need to look at the things first. I don't need anything that is too outdated."
"Mr. Victor, let's go to the warehouse first."
The heavy door slowly opened, revealing rows and piles of cold and murderous weapons before his eyes. The scene was far more shocking than what he had seen with his spiritual sense!
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