Yuri Ivanovic Makarov, a tragic witness to the disintegration of the alliance.

In 1979, because of his outstanding working ability, Makarov, as the chief engineer, served as the director of the Nikolaev Shipyard. It was him who introduced the construction method of the general section for the Soviet ship manufacturing industry, greatly improving production efficiency.

Because of him, the No. 0 Dock of Nikolayev became the busiest shipbuilding base in the Soviet Union and even Europe. According to Makarov's vision, the shipyard will continuously produce aircraft carriers like assembly lines.

The Red Navy will become a formidable maritime force, and the flags of the Soviets will be flying everywhere in the five oceans.

But...the dream is defeated by cruel reality.

"Sacred Light" wanted to recruit this technician, but Makarov flatly refused. After a few twists and turns, the Chinese side could only give up - he learned all the techniques he should learn, so he could fulfill the old factory manager's reputation.

Throughout August 1994, the "Varyag" was busy with power testing. The "Sacred Light" formally applied to the Tuji Waterway Management Department, requiring the aircraft carrier to be allowed to pass through the Bosphorus and enter the Mediterranean from the Black Sea.

As long as no one interferes, the "Varyag" can cross the Suez Canal and enter the Indian Ocean, and can reach Dalian in at most one and a half months to carry out subsequent ship-based equipment installation.

For this application, the native chicken had no reason to refuse, and the CIA's attitude became ambiguous. However, the application was neither passed nor said it would not be passed, but it was dragged on anyway.

Zhou Qingfeng was not in a hurry either. He lived quietly in Mixue'er's apartment, enjoying the service of his servants, and slept until he woke up naturally every day, not to mention how free and easy it was.

However, the luxury goods containers that were to be shipped in August were not shipped, and the tens of millions of dollars that the old George family should have obtained were facing a cut-off.

If you haven't received Zhou Qingfeng's money, maybe the old George's family will be tougher. But if you lose it after taking it, your psychological frustration will be a little uncomfortable.

What's worse is that the Georges family was too confident and promoted the mysterious luxury goods circle from the East. Basically, all goods were widely popular and attracted the love of senior officials and powerful people.

For example, the beauty effect of cosmetics in other worlds is too magical and has become a necessity. All these favors are spread out, and it will be troublesome if you say there is no goods.

"Then what 'Elf Black Mud' works so well?" In the Congressional Office in Washington, George put down his microphone and frowned.

With the slowness and inertia of the bureaucracy, it will take some time to solve the problem of "Varyag" even with the power of the Senate members.

But after private trials by Mrs. George's small circle, mysterious beauty products from the East use unique effects to open up the market at the fastest speed. Its high price is not an obstacle at all, but rather it can better demonstrate its identity.

Old George scratched his head, called his wife again, and asked after answering, "Dear, I need twenty 'Elf Black Mud' now, which is said to be effective in skin care."

Before my husband could finish his words, Mrs. George sighed and vetoed: "George, stop asking, there is no stock. I originally had a thousand boxes on hand, but now all sold out."

Old George was anxious, "Not a box? This is a call from the White House. I have promised to get it. This demand cannot be rejected."

"Sorry." Mrs. George still sighed, "George, I really have nothing here. You have to think of something else."

"But there is nothing we can do now."

"Why don't you ask Zhou of the 'Holy Light'? I think he is actually very sincere."

"What are you talking nonsense? That bastard is clearly threatening me and he wants me to surrender."

"Then you give in. It's not that you haven't surrendered, it just happens to solve the problem of supply. You know, I'm under a lot of pressure now, and the news has reached Europe.

I have a very good friend who just called and said that the British royal family is also interested in this product. This is a very rare opportunity, and the royal family's needs must be met."

Even through the phone, Old George could imagine his wife's excited face.

Old Europe thinks that the Americans are uneducated locals, and the Americans mock the old Europe for being a dilapidated house. But on the other hand, the old Europe envies the Americans for being rich in their pockets, while the Americans like the aristocratic style of the old Europe.

If the product can be recognized by the British royal family, it will be like stepping on a high stepping stone for the Georges. If you walk out, you can raise your head and chest even more, making you look noble.

Faced with the opportunity, George Old was powerless. He said on the phone: "That guy refused to provide cargo again, and he asked to solve the problem of the aircraft carrier first."

"Then let the native chickens allow the aircraft carrier to pass. You don't say that the Ministry of Defense has evaluated that the aircraft carrier will not form combat effectiveness within ten years, nor will it pose a threat to us."

"Yes, that aircraft carrier does not have much threat, and it does not even have a suitable carrier-based aircraft. But it requires a process to allow it to be navigated. This month will definitely not be completed, and the fastest will be next month."

next month?!

Mrs. George's words brought out a bit of anger, "This is absolutely not possible, it must not be delayed until next month. It must be this month, this week, and now. I will need goods soon, otherwise my reputation will be damaged."

Old George also agreed with this view, "Yes, it must not be delayed until next month. So, my dear, you should still have some in your hands."

"No."

"No, you have it, I know you've hidden a lot."

"George, that's my personal need. I keep it for myself and will never be given to anyone outsiders. Don't think of it from me. Now is the time for you to play a role and solve the current problem."

Mrs. George's sharp voice came along the phone line. Slap... Before Old George could continue to speak, the phone hung up. When he dialed it over, the opposite side stopped answering.

Damn it!

Old George smashed the microphone on the desk a few times. His assistant then walked into the office, knocked on the open door, and said, "Your Excellency, there is a White House intern who just called me."

"White House intern?" Old George is really a ghost. "Have even interns come to me these days?"

The assistant shrugged, "I'm afraid this is not an ordinary intern. She just said she wanted some special products and hoped that we could give a larger discount."

Ha... Old George was so upset.

Just now, the assistant to the president and the chief of the general office of the first lady, and he asked for twenty boxes as soon as he opened his mouth. It seemed that he wanted to use several thousand dollars of luxury skin care products to get rid of the wall.

Now there is another White House intern. Although it only costs one box, it has to give a strong discount. I almost hope it will be given for nothing.

In addition, there are hundreds of people who are hard to mess with in Congress. There are countless people who want to watch jokes.

Old George was so overwhelmed by these demands that he couldn't breathe, and no one could refuse, "Am I fooled? I was pushed into the trap by that bastard.
Chapter completed!