"Oh, about the warehouse issue?" Zyuganov frowned and turned to a short, fat colonel with a flabby face. "Comrade Kuvalkin, can you spare a few warehouses at the reserve warehouse? Oh, have you taken away those things from the Military Trade Bureau?"
"Not yet. They're too slow. It's been over three months since the last batch of exported military supplies arrived, and they haven't come to pick them up yet." Colonel Kuvalkin shook his head, not without some frustration. "Now, that Middle Eastern guy is blocking the door to the storage warehouse all day, trying to take the goods directly..."
Hearing Kuvalkin's words, Sofia nearly fainted on the spot. What was wrong with these people? Had they lost their minds? The Military Trade Bureau's trade transactions were top secrets, and Kuvalkin, as the highest-ranking officer of the garrison's reserve, actually brought such secrets to light in this kind of setting? This... this was truly outrageous.
"Don't talk about that," Zyuganov said, obviously realizing the inappropriateness. He waved his hand and said, "I just asked if you could make some space. If you can, you can. If you can't, you can't. Why bring up the Military Trade Bureau?"
"Oh, that should be possible," Kuvalkin said, looking a little embarrassed. He touched his big red nose and pondered, "More than that is probably not possible, but if we can free up a dozen or so warehouses, it should be possible."
"More than a dozen storage rooms? That's enough!" Zhao Xiaohai was overjoyed. See, all that money hadn't been wasted after all. Freeing up more than a dozen storage rooms would at least solve the company's storage problem for a while, saving a considerable amount of money. And since they were borrowing a military storage warehouse, they could store the goods there, so they wouldn't even need to hire a warehouse keeper.
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