Chapter 384 The Boy Who Cried Wolf: Time Will Solve Everything
From autumn to winter, Russian media, primarily television, subtly shifted their style, moving from exposing falsehoods and ugliness and vividly describing shocking scandals to praising truth, goodness, beauty, and simple joys.
Discover the beauty around you; everyone and everything has the potential to be on TV.
This includes farmers who left the collective farm and became wealthy by working independently.
This autumn and winter, Channel One television station conducted a special interview with a thriving farming family in the Lake Thom area—the Yevanpilov family.
Among them, the elder brother left the collective farm in the spring of 1990 and bought horses, farmland and pastures with bank loans, becoming a horse farm owner.
My younger brother raises dairy cows. He started his own business in 1991 and now owns his own land, cows, and horses. He bought two cars in one year.
The two brothers, now grandfathers, spoke eloquently to the television camera: "Our grandfather and father both said that whoever doesn't slack off will live a good life."
They complained that when they wanted to leave the farm, the farm refused to let them go because they were capable, not alcoholics or lazybones, but the most diligent and advanced workers, and there were no lazy people in their families.
However, they were not eligible to participate in the annual livestock festival; only accountants, technicians, and union workers attended.
The younger brother, who already has grandchildren, still speaks with indignation: "I asked why, and they just made me study. I asked them what I should study, but they wouldn't tell me."
Then he proudly emphasized, “Things are different now. When I had only been a farmer for a year, the district leaders invited me to participate in the Livestock Festival and even rewarded me with a refrigerator because I could deliver 16 tons of milk to the dairy farm every month.”
The host asked him if he missed life on the collective farm.
The two men shook their heads vigorously, firmly refusing: "No! We don't cheat or shirk our responsibilities, we're not lazy. We don't take advantage of others, and we don't want to be taken advantage of."
They also recklessly mocked those who cherished the collective spirit, concluding that those people felt like the sky had fallen because they could no longer take advantage of others.
Hardworking people believe in their own strength.
News interviews like these have reached into all walks of life, including owners of small shops who bought them through the first round of privatization, owners of their own machinery repair shops, and small vendors who do business in the free market.
Even in the worst economic times, there are always people who manage to make money.
As long as TV stations are willing to dig, there will never be a shortage of interviewees.
The news was lively until November, when the topic finally changed to the health of the Kremlin president.
Investigative journalists have received reliable information that the reason the Russian president has not made a public appearance for so long is that the recorded footage broadcast on television does not count, and when it is broadcast does not necessarily mean when it was recorded.
It's because the president is seriously ill and hospitalized, making it impossible for him to appear in public.
This news immediately attracted public attention after it was released.
Although Russians are now quite weary of politics, thanks to the overwhelming propaganda from various political parties in the upcoming Duma elections in December, they have successfully made it impossible for people to completely ignore the existence of politics.
In a sense, the president's health is linked to the fate of the nation.
It's impossible for people not to care.
After the topic had been brewing for a day and a night, the official announcement came on November 9th that the president would be making a state visit to China.
The news caused an uproar.
Everyone was practically craning their necks into the Kremlin to get a closer look at whether ZTO could actually get on the field.
As if sensing the concern of the people across the country, the president responded positively.
That afternoon, he made a public appearance at the Kremlin, awarding medals of honor to outstanding Russian talents.
Such decisions can't be made on the spur of the moment; at the very least, the winners should be notified in advance to come to the Kremlin in Moscow to receive this grand honor.
Among them were petroleum engineers who had come from the border regions, as well as researchers from the Far East. Just booking tickets and arranging itineraries for them would take a week.
It is clear that even if the president is truly ill, it is only a minor ailment and will not interfere with his normal work at all.
Look, isn't he beaming and walking steadily as he presents the awards to the winners?
In the evening, the Kremlin hosted a grand banquet, inviting distinguished guests to celebrate the award winners.
Wang Xiao dared to guarantee that while 30% of the foreign businessmen and diplomats in Moscow focused on the winner's identity, 60% of their attention was fixed on the Kremlin's master, observing his complexion, assessing whether his breathing was smooth when he spoke, and whether his movements were truly powerful.
"So?" she asked Watanabe Taketa, half-jokingly. "How would you rate our president's health?"
The head of Mitsui's East Asia Affairs Department cautiously offered his assessment: "The President's health should be recovering well."
Twenty meters away, the president, surrounded by a crowd of admirers, is being interviewed by reporters.
Regarding his illness, he downplayed it, saying that he had just caught a cold after exercising and didn't take it seriously, but it developed into pneumonia, and he was hospitalized for a few days. He has now recovered.
His voice was loud and clear: "My wife reminded me at the time that I thought she was meddlesome and too much trouble. It turns out that in the family, men should listen to their wives more."
A burst of laughter erupted from the audience, creating a relaxed and lively atmosphere.
Looking at the laughing president from afar, Watanabe Taketa added, "Mr. President, your voice is full of energy; it seems your lung function has fully recovered."
Wang Xiao smiled and clinked glasses with him before getting to the point: "So, does our President's good health give you enough confidence to consider the matter of Mitsui transferring its second-generation hydrogen cracking technology to the Surgut refinery?"
Taketa Watanabe felt a sudden heart attack.
Under the crystal chandelier, the slightly swirling red liquid in the glass was not wine, but rather the blood of his heart that had been dripped from his veins.
This summer, she took Mitsui's third-generation hydrogen cracking technology from him; now, with summer and autumn just over, she has set her sights on second-generation hydrogen chloride technology, and she's going to transfer it directly!
Wang Xiao took a sip of wine, his voice tinged with regret: "Surgut also wants the third-generation technology. Didn't you say you were unwilling to form a joint venture? I've already said we'll take the risks, but you still won't agree."
Watanabe Taketa cursed inwardly, "Do you think you can just take the blame like that?"
The Sakhalin refinery was unavoidable; the oil and gas produced by Project No. 1 was simply too tempting for the Mitsui Group.
The group has already tasted the benefits of importing oil and gas directly from Sakhalin Island, and it would be too much to give it up.
That's why he was able to successfully persuade the group to continue the joint venture with Wuzhou Group after the earthquake to rebuild the refinery on Sakhalin Island, and to directly adopt third-generation technology.
But where is Surgut? In Siberia.
The oil and gas here will never be transported to Japan; the transportation costs are too high.
Instead of using the oil and gas here, it would be better to import it directly from the Middle East.
The cost of oil and gas extraction there is extremely low, and the cost of sea freight is also lower than that of land freight, making it much more cost-effective than Siberian oil.
Wang Xiao chuckled, his voice low: "Surgut's oil and gas are mainly exported to Europe. If Mitsui could cooperate with the Surgut oil field, it would benefit both of us."
Her gaze swept over a globe decoration in the corner of the banquet hall, landing on the European section, and she said meaningfully, "Russia's oil and gas resources are crucial to Europe. In the late 1980s, 15% of the natural gas used by France came from the Soviet Union, and 30% for Germany. The Soviet Union was one of the important natural gas suppliers to Europe. In the future, this proportion is likely to increase further."
Her smile deepened, and the silvery light from the crystal chandelier bathed her in a glow that almost blurred the contours of her features, as if everything about her had transformed into a voice, infiltrating and bewitching hearts. "Is Mitsui's gaze only set on Asia?"
She sighed softly, with a hint of regret, "I thought Mitsui had a broader vision and was committed to increasing its influence on EU policy."
Taketa Watanabe unconsciously clenched his fist while holding the glass.
Although he is the head of the group's East Asia Affairs Department, this does not mean that his focus is only on Asia.
When the United States led the establishment of NATO, its slogan was to counter the Soviet Union.
However, the Soviet Union has been dissolved for four years now, and NATO has not only not disbanded, but is also expanding eastward.
Poland, which borders the Russian exclave of Kaliningrad Oblast, was a primary target of eastward expansion.
Unless Russia is foolish, it will inevitably accelerate the weaponization of energy in the future.
In this context, if Mitsui can control the oil supply route between Russia and Europe, it will undoubtedly greatly enhance its influence on EU policy.
Wang Xiao continued, "The oil and gas resources in the Middle East are indeed tempting, too convenient, too easy to extract. But Watanabe, please don't forget Saddam Hussein, an uncontrollable factor. When will the Middle East reignite the flames of war? Neither God nor the Sun God knows."
Taketa Watanabe subconsciously took a sip of wine, but couldn't taste any difference between it and Japanese wine.
After swallowing the wine, he sighed, "Miss Wang, you always have a way of bewitching people."
Wang Xiao smiled and shook his head: "I was just considering the interests of both of us."
What should we do?
Russia is an energy powerhouse, but its refining technology inherited from the Soviet Union is seriously outdated—its Nielsen complexity index is only 5.3, while the United States has 9.7, and even Europe has reached 6.8; its processing depth is only 63%-72%, while the figure for developed Western countries is 85%-95%.
If Mitsui Group can transfer its second-generation hydrogen cracking technology, it could increase diesel yield from 28% to over 40% and reduce fuel oil proportion from 29% to below 15%, resulting in an annual added value of over $300 million per plant.
Another very important point is that the EU has relaxed restrictions on imports of refined petroleum products from Russia, but its crude oil is subject to quota controls.
Since Wuzhou has already spent a lot of money to acquire the Surgut oil field, it must continue to invest in it to maximize its benefits.
However, after Watanabe Taketa finished his sigh, his cautious nature made him reconsider: "The group has never been one to readily transfer technology, so we have to think about this carefully."
Wang Xiao clinked his glass against his again, speaking gently: "Of course, we also welcome Mitsui to establish a joint venture factory."
Watanabe Taketa remained silent.
To put it bluntly, the situations in Siberia and Sakhalin Island are still different.
Mitsui dared to establish a joint venture factory on Sakhalin Island because the island is located in the Far East and is very close to Japan.
If the Communist Party of the Russian Federation comes to power and tries to nationalize all foreign-invested and joint-venture enterprises, it is highly likely that the Communist Party will be unable to effectively manage them and will not be able to take care of the joint-venture enterprises on Sakhalin Island in the short term.
After all, since the earthquake, only Project No. 1 is currently being mined on Sakhalin Island.
The situation is different in Siberia. It is full of oil and gas fields and is an important energy base for Russia. Moreover, it is close to Moscow. After the Communist Party of the Russian Federation came to power, it would definitely not give it up easily.
All their hard work will amount to nothing more than giving assets to the Russian Communist Party for free.
What's the point of protesting? Russians never reason.
Wang Xiao ignored Watanabe Taketa's inner grumbling, and she had no patience to wait any longer: "Then I hope Mitsui can act faster. To be honest, BP has already contacted us, hoping to cooperate."
In fact, BP originally wanted to participate in the auction.
However, given the widespread fame of the Soviet Red Army and the fact that the British Empire was no longer what it once was after World War II, they simply did not have the courage to take the risk.
But seeing one Russian oil company after another being privatized, BP couldn't hold back any longer and began to signal whether a second round of cooperation was possible.
Watanabe Taketa hesitated, "Let's not talk about BP. I've looked into the auction situation, and in fact, the shares are still in the hands of the Russian state. As long as the government repays the loan on schedule, it can still buy back the shares. What if the Russian government changes its mind then? Wouldn't we have ended up with nothing?"
Ivanov, who had already circled the room with his red wine and greeted everyone, returned and immediately laughed upon hearing the voice: "Mitsui has already transferred the technology, so the empty space will be ours. Watanabe-kun, what do you have to worry about?"
Watanabe Taketa didn't hold back at all, saying seriously, "According to convention, even if technology is transferred, Mitsui must retain control of the core patents. What if they try to force us to comply?"
It's obvious they don't trust the integrity of the Russian government.
This is not surprising at all; even the federal government itself doesn't believe in its own integrity.
Wang Xiao went straight for the kill: "Watanabe-kun, we're all old acquaintances, no need to beat around the bush. You can probably tell that this is a window of opportunity for Russia's energy industry to open up to the outside world. After this phase, it's hard to say whether it will be shut down directly."
She implied, "You see, the president needs foreign investment in the oil industry now, but that may not be the case in the future."
Taketa Watanabe pursed his lips and looked at the president, who was still chatting and laughing with the guests.
Even without Wang Xiao's explanation, he could understand why the Kremlin needed the Mitsui Group's involvement.
The fact that the privatization auctions closed the door to foreign investment has raised serious doubts in the international community about whether Russia will actually open its markets.
Given Russia's current situation, it cannot develop its economy without foreign investment; it simply cannot get going.
The president, whose health has been questioned and whose economic reforms have been slow to show results, also needs the involvement of a major international conglomerate like Mitsui to prove the success of his economic reforms.
"You don't have much time left, Watanabe-kun." Wang Xiao swirled the wine in his glass slightly and sighed softly. "After next year's election, European and American capital will be eager to enter the market, and then Mitsui's premium advantage will no longer exist."
Her eyes were fixed on Taketa Watanabe. "I've always believed that opportunity and choice are more important than hard work. Everyone works hard, but how many people succeed? The key to success is whether they have the opportunity and whether they can make the right choice at the best time."
The waiters added new food to the buffet, and surprisingly, sushi was included.
Taketa Watanabe took a piece, tasted it, and subconsciously frowned.
Oh dear! He really has to say, Russian rice is only good for making porridge, it's terrible for making sushi.
But in Moscow, how many other better options does he have?
In the end, Watanabe Taketa nodded in agreement.
Investing in Siberia at this time is certainly risky; but if there were no risk, Europe and the United States would have rushed in long ago, and it wouldn't have been Mitsui Group's turn.
Just as Watanabe Taketa left with his wine glass to greet the others, Yura came over.
He had wanted to speak to the Japanese businessman for a while, but he had nothing to say to him, so he simply waited on the side.
When the people came over, he still complained a bit: "What's there to talk about with the Japanese? They've been talking for so long!"
Ivanov looked at him like he was a fool: "Of course we're talking business. If we don't process fuel oil for export, who can afford the taxes if we only export crude oil?"
He quipped, "If I pay one less kopek in taxes, do you think Vladimir will let me off the hook?"
Then he looked at Yura suspiciously, "You don't know that the export tax on fuel oil is only 46.7% of that on crude oil, do you?"
Yura glared, showing no remorse whatsoever: "I didn't set the tax amount, how would I know?"
Ivanov scoffed at him: "What do you know, all day long?"
These words, however, stirred up Yura's resentment: "Now you realize you didn't know? You've been hiding everything from me!"
Good heavens, if he didn't have some connections, he would have only learned about the president's illness and hospitalization from the newspapers, just like the Russian people.
Ivanov did not hesitate to use his shield: "Vlamik forbade me to say it, forbade me to tell anyone."
Yura didn't believe any of that. She immediately locked onto her target, pointing at Wang Xiao: "How did Wang know? Is my relationship with you less important than your relationship with her?"
Wow, this is practically a massive display of jealousy!
Wang Xiao wasn't interested in the sweet talk between the two grown men. She disliked Yura for his endless rambling, so she simply dismissed him with a single sentence: "I deduced it myself."
Before Yura collapsed to the ground clutching her chest after being struck, she added a few words of comfort, though they were not much, "Come on, don't you know Vlamikil? If Ivan hadn't been there, he wouldn't have told Ivan a single word."
Yura glanced subconsciously at Punonin, who was holding a wine glass and standing five or six steps away from the president, talking to the young Nizhny Novgorod governor Boris Nemtsov; he pursed his lips and ultimately did not continue the topic.
But his complaining won't stop; he'll just shift his focus.
He looked at Wang Xiao and showed his disapproval: "Wang, I suspect you're shooting yourself in the foot."
He lowered his voice and emphasized urgently, "You didn't need to expose the president's illness and hospitalization at all. We should just pretend this never happened and turn the page."
Wang Xiao sighed, "Even small progress is still progress."
Look at Yura, now he even says he shot himself in the foot.
Unfortunately, knowledge and wisdom may be two different concepts, and it seems that he hasn't gained much intelligence so far.
"No, we have to expose this. This is called exposing a small news story to suppress a big one."
Wang Xiao tapped her wine glass lightly with her fingers, her voice also low, "Otherwise, when the truth is really exposed, the negative impact will be extremely bad."
She warned Yura in advance, "Similar news will continue to appear one after another in the future."
Yura was so startled that she almost cried out, "Why?"
Has she gone mad?
Their biggest concern right now is the president's health. If the news is constantly reporting that the president is unwell, who will dare to vote for him in future elections?
Who wouldn't want a strong and healthy guide?
Seeing that someone nearby was looking over after hearing the noise, Ivanov said in a serious tone: "It's because there's a problem with the way words are formed. Wine is wine, raisins are raisins, and grapes are grapes. If you put these three words together, can people tell that wine is made from grapes and raisins are made by drying grapes? If people use it like this for a long time, they will naturally feel that they have no common sense."
Seeing that they were talking about trivial and unimportant things, the people around them looked away and stopped paying attention.
If it weren't for the fact that she was in public and had to be mindful of her image, Wang Xiao would have rolled her eyes.
She was too lazy to even talk to Yura, so she pointed at Ivanov and said, "Tell him what the story of 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf' is."
Yura said impatiently, "Who doesn't know? It's just that kids keep crying wolf, and adults have been fooled a few times. When the wolf really comes, no one believes them anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized, "The wolf is coming!"
Yes, yes, yes, the president's health has become a ticking time bomb. Nobody dares to touch it, for fear that the Russian people will be disappointed and give up if they find out his true health condition.
However, the more you avoid it, the more likely health problems are to explode at any time.
At crucial moments, if the Communist Party of the Russian Federation were to release information, it could be a decisive blow to the president.
The boy who cried wolf made everyone feel that the president was sickly and might die at any moment; but every now and then, he would appear in front of the public, looking energetic and in perfect health.
Over time, people will become tired of this topic and may even become rebellious, concluding that the claims about the president having health problems are simply rumors deliberately fabricated by the opposition.
Moreover, constantly attacking someone's physical health is like cursing them, which is extremely malicious.
Therefore, the public will hate the rumor-mongers and then sympathize with the president who is being slandered.
After Yura sorted out the logic, she stared straight at Wang Xiao and muttered to herself, "You really are, really scary."
She can expose flaws that others try their best to hide, transform them into trump cards.
Wang Xiao smiled, raised her wine glass and swirled it around in front of him, her eyes curving into crescents: "Thank you for your compliment, my dear Yura."
He spoke the last word in a low voice, which sounded almost like a murmur to Yura.
Yura's ears involuntarily turned red. Embarrassed, he turned his head away and, trying to cover his embarrassment, asked a passing waiter, "Give me a drink."
After downing one glass, I was doomed. This was clearly not ordinary wine; it felt like fire burning down my throat.
Ivanov looked at him sympathetically and patted him on the shoulder: "Sit down and rest. Don't flit around like a butterfly."
He beckoned to the waiter, and together with Wang Xiao, led Yura to a small lounge next door to sit down and rest.
Ugh! Yura wanted nothing more than to bite this bastard to death.
He's not a social butterfly, how could he be like a social butterfly?
Wang Xiao looked at his face, reddened by the strong liquor, and his watery eyes with a wicked sense of amusement. Tsk tsk, he did look quite tempting.
To prove he was a powerful Slav, Yura thought this small amount of liquor was nothing to him. He sat down on the sofa and insisted on continuing the previous topic: "So, the Duma elections..."
Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door of the lounge.
Berezovsky poked his head in, beaming, "My dear Ivan, my dear Miss Wang, what brings you hiding here?"
He stepped aside, revealing the woman beside him, and led the group forward. "Come, let me introduce you all. This is Ms. Tatiana, and this is Miss Wang."
He glanced at Ivanov, instinctively wanting to add a touch of sarcasm, "He's also our dear Ivanov's..."
Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to say the word "good wife," because Tatiana had already extended her hand to Wang Xiao: "It's a pleasure to meet you, our great PR person."
It's said that power is a man's aphrodisiac, but Wang Xiao doesn't know if that's true or not, because she's not a man.
She was certain that power was a woman's beauty elixir, because every woman who held great power was radiant and full of vitality.
She smiled and extended her hand to the president's famous youngest daughter, shaking it: "It is my greatest honor to receive your affirmation."
Tatiana laughed and said, "What were you talking about just now? It sounded like a very interesting topic."
The alcohol was too strong, and Yura, who was half-slumped on the sofa, had to force himself to sit up and answer the president's most trusted confidant: "The Duma elections, we're talking about the State Duma elections."
Tatiana nodded and smiled at him, then turned her gaze back to Wang Xiao's face: "Miss Wang, regarding the election, I would like to hear your true thoughts. Although this is our first meeting, your past achievements have deeply impressed me with your wisdom and far-sighted vision."
Wang Xiao dared not accept such high praise. She smiled and shook her head, "I am not worthy of such a title. I am just an ordinary public relations officer, doing my job responsibly."
After exchanging pleasantries, she cut to the chase and said, "Regarding this Duma election, based on my limited understanding, I think we should perhaps be mentally prepared."
Yurako was a truly dedicated straight man, and immediately pressed on, "What kind of mental preparation?"
Wang Xiao bluntly stated: "The Communist Party of the Russian Federation will be prepared for victory."
Yura felt the alcohol he drank burning from his stomach all the way to his throat, making him want to tear open his shirt: "Why? The situation is clearly improving now."
President Kang Fu made an appearance, and media reports about a new group of wealthy individuals, small business owners, and small farmers emerging from the economic reforms brought a sense of joy and encouragement to many citizens.
Most importantly, with more than a month to go before the Duma elections, they can certainly make up for lost time and achieve even greater success.
Wang Xiao shook his head: "It's too late. How can a few months compare to decades? The Russian Communist Party has a thousand or ten thousand bad points, but it's also the political party that Russians are most familiar with."
Whose fault is it? Blame the Soviet Union for its silent, peaceful disintegration.
After the collapse of the Soviet Union, all the CIS countries effectively transitioned from a one-party system to a non-party system, with no single political party capable of sustaining the system.
“Our Prime Minister Chernomyrdin is a good man, a trustworthy good man. But his party, ‘Our Homeland—Russia,’ was only founded in April of this year. For the people, it is an unfamiliar political party, a completely new thing.”
Wang Xiao sighed, "If this were a business launching a new product, as businessmen, we would definitely try every means to add catchy slogans to it, just like the MMM company's advertisements. Undoubtedly, its stock is a pile of garbage, but from an advertising and marketing perspective, it is very successful."
"But our sincere Prime Minister will obviously not accept such exaggerated and bewitching propaganda. Then our homeland—Russia—will lose the possibility of making all Russian people aware of and accept it in a short period of time."
Yura asked eagerly, "What if we could persuade the Prime Minister?"
He doesn't care about saving face anymore; all he wants now is to win.
They had to defeat the Communists; they had no other way out.
Wang Xiao shook his head: "It's meaningless, because Russian voters are the most difficult voters to please in the world."
She politely bowed to the president's youngest daughter, saying, "Although the Soviet Union made a mess of production and management, there is no doubt that its education system was a shining jewel in the educational world, cultivating a large number of intelligent talents for Russia. They are not the kind of easily fooled rednecks educated in a simplistic way. They have ideas, political common sense, higher aspirations, and hope to achieve a better life. Simply shouting slogans loudly is meaningless to them, because they can think and discern."
Strictly speaking, being the president of Russia in this era is indeed not an easy task.
If its people were unambitious, the Soviet Union would not have collapsed.
Because until the eve of the collapse of the Soviet Union, the overall living standards and social security enjoyed by its citizens still far surpassed those of more than 90% of the countries in the world.
This is why Russia's new political parties are unsure how to win over their citizens and gain more supporters.
Therefore, a common problem among new political parties is that their party platforms are vague and unclear, and they lack a clear ideology.
Wang Xiao frankly admitted: "I have carefully read the party program of our homeland—Russia, but I don't understand what its main tasks are? What are its real goals?"
Saying that members of "Our Homeland—Russia" are committed to Russia's dignity, honor, and responsibility is too vague. So vague that nobody understands what you specifically mean by dignity, honor, and conflict.
Wang Xiao shook his head: "This problem exists in all political parties, including the Communist Party of the Russian Federation. In order to attract more supporters, they have made their party platform vague. But fortunately, it inherited the legacy of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union and has a history of nearly a hundred years. The Communist Party is the party that the Russian people are most familiar with, and during elections, they will subconsciously vote for the party they are familiar with. Some things cannot be changed by human power and can only be resolved by time."
Tatiana frowned slightly, but did not express her displeasure. Instead, she patiently continued to ask, "So what should we do now?"
She firmly emphasized, "This country cannot be handed over to the Communist Party of the Russian Federation; they will destroy everything the people have."
Wang Xiao smiled slightly and said seriously, "Let time do its work. The Soviet Communist Party is the legacy of the Russian Communist Party, but also a heavy burden for it."
She pointed to the bookshelf in the lounge, where the latest newspapers were hanging, with an interview on the front page with the last secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, who was also the first and only president of the Soviet Union.
He urged voters not to vote for the Kremlin president or the chairman of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation, because they were both "liars."
However, other Russian citizens interviewed by the reporter mocked him, saying that while they didn't know who could lead Russia to a bright future, they clearly understood who would lead Russia to hell.
Because this person has already demonstrated it once.
Wang Xiao sighed, "The history of the Soviet Union is too long, so long that people can easily think of the bad things it did. People always find it hard to forgive the betrayal of someone they once trusted wholeheartedly, and just thinking about it makes them want to never see them again."
If a different regime were in place, the people living on this land might not react so strongly.
But that was the Soviet Union, the Soviet Union that carried humanity's most noble ideals, the Soviet Union to which countless people devoted themselves without reservation.
Zitayana paused for a moment before speaking, "You mean wait?"
“That’s right!” Wang Xiao nodded. “Right now, the Russian Communist Party has too little, so they can talk nonsense without restraint. Winning is a bonus, and losing doesn’t matter. But once they have it and see the hope of success, they will think more and do more.”
She said meaningfully, "It's better not to do it. If you do it, there will naturally be loopholes. When that happens, it will be the right time to make a move."
When Heaven wishes to destroy someone, it first makes them go mad.
A person who has nothing and has suffered a cruel defeat will not dare to be arrogant.
Unexpected wealth wouldn't drive people crazy unless they first received a treasure that fell from the sky.
The State Duma elections are both their paradise and their hell.
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