What does it mean to be audacious, lawless, and sovereign? Has anyone ever witnessed this? Has anyone experienced it firsthand? Frankly, Zhao Xiaohai used to think he was already quite "lawless," but today, he's finally learned his lesson. He has to admit that his audacity, his lawlessness, his tiny hand, compared to Yakov and his gang, is like a grain of rice compared to the bright moon, or a cup of water compared to the vast ocean. In short, in short, compared to Yakov and his gang, Zhao Xiaohai's lawlessness makes him a good citizen, even worthy of the title of the Soviet Union's best honorary citizen.
It was also an asset accounting report for the Second Kuibyshev State Special Hospital, but compared with the previous one, the accounting content of this report was completely different - not just a lot.
Two intensive care unit buildings built in 1984 and covering an area of 1.4 acres were turned into dilapidated buildings built in 1965 and covering an area of 0.9 acres and waiting to be rebuilt, and their estimated value dropped sharply from 4.75 million rubles to 750,000 rubles; two medical examination buildings built in 1981 and covering an area of 1.6 acres were turned into dilapidated buildings built in 1961 and covering an area of less than 1.1 acres and waiting to be rebuilt, and their estimated value dropped sharply from 4.96 million rubles to 960,000 rubles; all single-story buildings, luxurious swimming pools, woodlands, green lawns, etc., were turned into wasteland, and the area covered was The hospital's land area had shrunk from 3.6 acres to 2.4 acres, and its estimated value had plummeted from 6.47 million rubles to 1.2 million rubles. All of the hospital's original advanced imported medical equipment had vanished, leaving the accounts with outdated, shabby equipment in dire need of replacement. The estimated value was a mere 400,000 rubles, with a note stating that further discussions with investors were needed. Gone were the hospital's sixteen luxury cars, six high-end ambulances, and four GAZ buses, leaving only four dilapidated, outdated ambulances. Furthermore, the hospital's previously surplus of over 6.7 million rubles had vanished. Furthermore, the hospital now owed nearly 3 million rubles in loans to the Kuibyshev branch of the central bank.
Thus, according to the second account book, the total estimated value of the Second State Special Hospital in Kuibyshev City had inexplicably dropped from over 50 million rubles to just 3 million rubles, and this did not include the outstanding loan balance. In other words, this once well-capitalized and well-managed state hospital had, in the blink of an eye, become a negative asset. Aside from the land, it was worthless, becoming a burden that the Soviet government needed to get rid of as soon as possible.
This is the country's assets, this is the money of the Soviet people. A huge asset of more than 50 million was suddenly lost through an accounting book that can only be seen but not touched.
Zhao Xiaohai was still a newcomer, but he had already felt the shock. In every way, he was a man of experience, yet at this moment, as he flipped through the account book, his hands trembled violently and relentlessly. Now he finally understood the meaning of a rat, he finally understood the meaning of a national parasite. Were those thieves, robbers, smugglers, and tax evaders considered national parasites? Compared to people like Yakov, they were undoubtedly good citizens. He finally understood how the Soviet Union, once a nation capable of rivaling the United States and boasting a vastly advanced heavy industry, could, in just a few short years, become destitute and even deeply in debt.
This was a division brimming with darkness, yet ironically, Zhao Xiaohai was certain that once this massive auction of privileged service departments officially began, the Soviet people, oblivious to the details behind the scenes, would applaud and even celebrate. They would rejoice, praising the reformers for yet another wise decision on the road to democracy. Unbeknownst to them, it was precisely through these so-called Western-style democratic reforms that these foolish fellows would ultimately be stripped of everything they had while gaining democracy.
Zhao Xiaohai tried hard to stop himself from shaking, but his efforts were obviously in vain, and he found that the more he tried to control his hands, the more they shook.
"How's it going? Have you finished reading it?" Yakov obviously noticed Zhao Xiaohai's shock. He reached out and picked up the pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, took out a cigarette and put it in Zhao Xiaohai's mouth, then lit it for him with a lighter. Then he smiled and said, "You see you are shaking so badly, are you scared?"
"Brother..." Zhao Xiaohai put down the account book in his hand, tremblingly took the cigarette from his mouth, swallowed hard to moisten his dry throat, and said in a trembling voice, "You, you guys have done too much, too much. These tens of millions of assets are just... just... gone. Have you ever thought about how to fill such a big hole in the future? What's more, for such a large asset project, doesn't Moscow have a bottom line? If someone comes here, the hospital is right there, and you can't hide it from anyone. And..."
"Okay, brother, why are you so worried?" Yakov glanced at Zhao Xiaohai and said in a relaxed tone, "What we need you to do now is not to worry about this or that problem, but to come up with 3.7 million and buy this hospital in a month. Well, that's all you have to do. The rest of the problems are ours to consider, not you, brother. Do you understand?"
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