Rebirth 76: Industrial Internet Empire

Hong Tao's smile froze on his face. He was stunned for a while before he reacted. He deliberately lowered his face and said, "Do you still want to set up a military-industrial complex yourself? How many brains do you have?"

"Mr. Hong, you're being unreasonable! You admit that these people are all precious babies. How much did it cost us to get them back after all the trouble? We can't just pick them up without mentioning them." ? My brothers are still settling accounts!" Yang Mo said with an aggrieved look.

"Tell me! What do you want?" Hong Tao asked.

"Jiangnan Shipyard!" Yang Mo said almost without thinking.

"Are you crazy? What are you thinking?" Hong Tao jumped up from his chair as if he had been stung by a wasp.

"General Engineer Hong, don't worry! When has Zhiyuan ever taken advantage of the country? When this "relocation operation" is over, I will ask Luo Binghui to send you the personnel list and resume, and you will know if it is worth it. ..." Yang Mo said disapprovingly.

"Migration operation?" Hong Tao asked in confusion.

"Yes, but it is not the migration of migratory birds, but the migration of advanced technology. As early as three years ago, Merlo Bank invested heavily and established seventeen branches in Eastern European countries just to plan this "migration operation"! Yang Mo said in a deep voice.

"Can you tell me your detailed plan? We can also cooperate with your "migration operation". After all, your personal energy is limited..." Hong Tao also said solemnly.

Yang Mo regained his calm expression and said with a smile: "That's not necessary! Cooperating with the military will make it easy to confirm the facts. We will use our own stupid methods to move the mice, even if the CIA finds out the head of Merlo Bank On top of that, we are only transferring technical personnel from military industrial enterprises to civilian employment, so it should not arouse their fear for the time being!"

"The CIA doesn't care about us right now. They are busy robbing people! Mr. Yang, I'll take my leave first. If you encounter any difficulties, you can call this number or contact the local embassy..." Hong Tao took out his notebook and wrote After a series of numbers, he stood up and left.

Dneproprovsk is Ukraine's only secret administrative region and all foreign citizens are off limits.

The Southern Design and Mechanical Bureau is located here, a military R&D center converted from a DAZ automobile manufacturing plant.

Vajevich drove out of the gate of the Southern Design Bureau gloomily. Today is the weekend. Every two weeks, he returns to Kiev to spend the weekend with his wife Elisa.

There is no way, his young and beautiful wife has always refused to live in Dnipro. As a dance teacher at the Kiev Art Academy, she is almost incompatible with the Dnipro industrial area. She does not like it here at all, and even the Dnieper River feels very strange. Rustic!

Coupled with the current turmoil, the Dniprovsk industrial area has inevitably begun to decline. The conditions of roads, housing and public services, as well as urban traffic are worrying, and the construction of the subway has been suspended due to funding problems.

After driving for several hours, Vajevich finally arrived at the Kiev Art Institute. After picking up his wife Elisa, he was about to go home, but Elisa asked him to turn the car around and go to the Fairmont Hotel.

Elisa took out two invitations and said with a smile on her face: "Mr. Edward from Merlo Bank personally sent these to the Kiev Art Academy. This is not something ordinary people can get!"

Vajevich, who was tired, wanted to refuse, but looking at his happy-looking wife, he couldn't bear to refuse. He sighed secretly, held the steering wheel, and headed towards the Fairmont Hotel.

Since she was invited to attend two Merlo Bank balls with Vajevich, Eliza has seen the life of the upper class. A bottle of Chilean wine worth several hundred dollars is priced as if it is free, and there are Caspian blacks. Caviar known as pearls, exquisite French foie gras, cobalt blue French blue dragon, and French snails roasted to golden brown...

Entering the ball hall, Vajevich was surprised to find that his old leader Vladimir, who had always disliked socializing, was also there...

"Victor! Come and sit here..." Vladimir called Vajevich's nickname and waved gently.

"Mr. Vladimir, why do you have time to come here? How about the Machinery Manufacturing Research Institute? You must look good, right?" Vaevich asked curiously with a look of joy on his face.

"Alas! With the current situation like this, how can the Machinery Manufacturing Research Institute be any better? There is no research funding for this quarter!" Vladimir said with a sigh.

"The Southern Design Bureau is not the same. Prices are skyrocketing. It is said that the exchange rate of ruble to US dollar on the black market has exceeded 100:1. Many people can hardly afford black bread. How can they still think about work?" Vajevich said worriedly .

"Who says otherwise! The Machinery Manufacturing Research Institute has long been on people's minds, and many people are ready to leave Ukraine!" Vladimir echoed.

"Mr. Vladimir, I don't understand, what happened to our country? How did it become like this overnight?" Vajevich asked sadly.

"Before leaving the Southern Design Bureau, I strongly recommended you to take over my job. In terms of qualifications, no one should be able to take your place. How about it? Has the appointment letter been handed down?" Vladimir didn't know how to answer him. This old subordinate's question could only be deliberately changed.

Vajevich smiled bitterly and said: "The appointment letter has come down, but Ulensky has begun to preside over the overall work of the Southern Design Bureau..."

"Ulensky? What kind of idiot does he have to be the chief designer, who has little success but more than failure?" Vladimir cursed angrily.

Vajevich spread his hands and said helplessly: "Although his technical level is in shambles, he has a way of doing things for the upper level!"

Edward and Yang Mo were sitting not far away, looking at Vajevich and Vladimir with interest, drinking heavily and complaining angrily...

The current situation is turbulent, and the first to bear the brunt are these large military-industrial enterprises. These once-enthusiastic masters of military-industrial technology will, almost without exception, suddenly lose their way.

There are no orders, no R&D funds, prices are soaring, and people's hearts are floating. After working hard for half a life, they suddenly realize that they have lost their goal. The despair of the collapse of faith breeds in everyone's heart...

When a nation, even their greatest scientists, have to sacrifice their lives for five buckets of rice, this nation must have reached its end and its decline cannot be suppressed!

After Yang Mo and Edward whispered a few words, they stood up and left the ball hall.

Edward picked up the wine glass, stepped forward, and said politely: "Mr. Vladimir, Mr. Vajevich, thank you for taking the time from your busy schedule to attend the reception at Merlo Bank. Can you borrow one?" Are you talking to me?"