Hello, 1983

, hello, 1983

For this action, Liu Qingshan raised a huge amount of nearly 10 billion US dollars.

It's the early 1990s, and after a few decades, the funds will be in the hundreds of billions.

His goal is also simple: spend it all, spend it all!

The result was good, Ivanov only spent 1%, which made Liu Qingshan a little disappointed.

After all, the more you spend, the more rewarding you will get. This investment, the rate of return set by Liu Qingshan, is at least 100 times.

Is it possible, of course it is possible, even hundreds or thousands of times, otherwise, how do you think those oligarchs were born?

They are buying bonds at extremely low prices, and then buying state-owned assets according to the value of the bonds, making great fortunes in the country.

As a result, his own wealth, like blowing a balloon, expands rapidly, hundreds of times, thousands of times.

Ivanov also saw Liu Qingshan's disappointment: My friend, many people now have illusions and are unwilling to sell the bonds in their hands. We still need time.

Liu Qingshan also nodded: as time goes on, those bonds will become less and less valuable, and their acquisition costs will also become lower and lower.

Ivanov continued: And our competitors are doing the same thing, and they also have strong funds and connections.

Since there is competition, it is difficult to control the price. Liu Qingshan is also very clear about this.

His plan is to complete the task of acquiring bonds by the end of this year, or next year at the latest, taking advantage of the most chaotic times in these years.

Next, bonds are used to exchange assets, whether it is those large state-owned enterprises or various resources, as much as possible.

In particular, mineral resources have a higher appreciation space in the future.

It was not until lunch time that Liu Qingshan ended his communication with Ivanov and Medovitch. At the dining table, several wine glasses met, and Liu Qingshan said with a smile: I wish us success.

Because there was Li Tieniu at the wine table, Medvich and others didn't dare to be presumptuous, they just tried it out.

Liu Qingshan even had a symbolic drink, because in the afternoon, he had to take the train to Amur Komsomolsk, where the major factories were the main target of Liu Qingshan's attention.

As for the cloth market, it is only a port city, but it does not have a strong industrial base.

Liu Qingshan led Li Tieniu and ten special forces on the train. There were not many passengers on the train, most of the seats were empty, and the inside of the carriage was messy and dirty, which was consistent with the current situation in this country.

Without Liu Qingshan's instructions, the captain Zhang Chang made a hidden gesture, and the special forces took Liu Qingshan as the center and sat scattered around.

At this time, the special forces units were generally called spy companies by ordinary people, not catching spies, but departments carrying out special tasks.

Their Chinese faces immediately caught the attention of the passengers in the carriage.

Opposite Liu Qingshan, sat a short and thin middle-aged man with long hair and a little baldness.

This guy looks like a broken mouth. As soon as Liu Qingshan sat down, he started chatting:

Hello, my friend from Huaxia, my name is Gromov.

Are you a businessman, what business do you do, do you have any big bubble gum...

You can call me Liu.

Liu Qingshan nodded with a smile, took out a few pieces of bubble gum from his bag and handed them over. This stubborn guy reminded him of an old Soviet movie, a station for two, with the male protagonist in it.

Oh, thank you so much, maybe I can treat you to a Wortgar as a token of respect.

Gromov didn't know where to pull out a wine bottle, but there was only one bottom left in it.

Not enough to drink.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand, indicating that he would not drink.

Amid Gromov's chatter, the train moved slowly.

Liu Qingshan also learned that Gromov was an engineer of a machinery factory in Komsomolsk City.

The Gongqingcheng is located in the east of the city of cloth. Because it is also built on the riverside of the Longjiang River, it is called the Amur Gongqingcheng.

This big river is called the Longjiang River here, and the Amur River on the Maozi side.

Oh, prices are soaring, wages can't keep up, and even Vodka can't drink. Gromov muttered, and reluctantly drank the little vodka left in the bottle.

He shook the bottle vigorously, his face full of regret.

From last year to this year, the ruble has depreciated a hundredfold, but wages have only risen tenfold, so the living conditions of ordinary people can be imagined.

Friend, I still have a bottle of wine. Li Tieniu handed over a bottle of Laobaigan as he saw that this guy was also a fellow.

Oh, my friend, you are so generous! Gromov jumped up directly, hugged Lao Baigan tightly in his arms, and kissed the bottle cap twice:

I can already smell the wonderful wine, oh my friend, long live the friendship!

The guy shouted for a long time, then opened the wine bottle, poured half of his empty bottle, and then returned the remaining half to Li Tie Niu: For our friendship, cheers!

This guy looks like an alcoholic, but his drinking capacity is relatively poor. After half a catty of wine, his face is red, his eyes are straight, and his tongue is big.

It is also good to have this travel companion, and the journey will not be too lonely.

The train rumbled across Siberia, cutting through forests and snowfields, cutting through this peaceful land.

By the time it was nearly midnight, the passengers in the carriage were basically drowsy.

Dangdang, suddenly, a few crisp sounds broke out, and everyone was shocked and woke up from their sleep.

I didn't know when, there were seven or eight more big men in the carriage, all of them with shiny heads, wearing leather jackets, clanging, and hanging a lot of metal ornaments.

Skinheads!

The passengers were instantly refreshed. These guys are the most ferocious underground forces. They don't even blink their eyes when it comes to killing people.

My compatriots, don't be afraid. Let's continue to sleep. We promise not to disturb the dreams of our compatriots.

The head is a sturdy bald man, holding a military thorn in his hand, and repairing his nails unhurriedly.

The passengers acted surprisingly in unison, all of them bowed their heads in an instant, and a few of them even snored softly.

Then, those bald-headed guys cast their fierce gazes on the faces of Liu Qingshan and the other foreigners.

Liu Qingshan and the others had already discovered this group of uninvited guests.

I have also heard before that when taking the train on Maozi's side, sometimes you will encounter robbers, and even lose their lives because of it, there are not a few people.

Unexpectedly, the other party is so blatant, it can be seen that the social order here has completely collapsed and it has entered the darkest moment.

The special forces led by Zhang Chang were ready to attack the moment the group of bald men came in.

However, Liu Qingshan pressed his hands, and they did not move.

Friends from Huaxia, welcome to be a guest here, please allow me to express my welcome to you.

The bald man at the head opened his arms and said arrogantly: For safety reasons, please leave your belongings to me for safekeeping.

This is clearly a robbery.

Liu Qingshan didn't say anything, just looked at each other with a smile.

Friend, don't you understand Russian?

The bald-headed man is really good, and he actually speaks blunt Mandarin. It seems that he can't speak a foreign language for robbery these days.

Their targets are mainly businessmen from China.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Gromov jumping up in the opposite seat, screaming in his mouth:

You bastards treat your friends from China like this, you are simply robbers!

In the middle of the bowed hair, Comrade Gromov looked very different.

The bald-headed man was stunned for a moment, and then threatened viciously: Go away, it's none of your business!

No, you bastards, this is destroying the friendship between our two countries, I will not allow you to do this! Gromov seemed to have not sobered up, so he was full of courage.

As a result, the neck was suddenly caught by the big hand of the bald man, and then he was directly carried into the air: Shut up, believe it or not, I will throw you out of the car window!

Gromov kicked his legs, and a wine bottle appeared out of nowhere in his hand.

With a bang, the blood came down.

The big man was no longer blinded, and he probably never imagined that someone would dare to attack them.

He didn't react until the hot, sticky blood flowed to his face, and the big man showed his fierceness: I'm going to kill you!

The military thorn on his other hand stabbed towards Gromov violently.

Murder!

This time, Gromov's wine also woke up, and his mouth let out a scream like a slaughtering pig.

However, the pain of the body being stabbed by a knife did not come.

It was Liu Qingshan who took the shot and grabbed the arm of the big man holding the knife, and it was difficult for the blade to advance an inch.

On the other hand, Li Tie Niu was even more straightforward, directly swiping his palm and slashing it on the back of the neck of the bald man.

The big man immediately collapsed like dough.

At the same time, ten special forces also shot together. They had already divided their targets, and they all subdued the enemy as soon as they shot.

In the blink of an eye, those bald men were all lying in the carriage.

They seem ferocious, but in terms of combat effectiveness, they are far worse than those special forces.

Liu Qingshan looked at the dark night outside the car window, Zhang Chang understood it immediately, opened the car window, shoved all these bald men outside, and threw them off the speeding train.

As for life or death, who cares?

The Maozi in this carriage didn't even pretend to be asleep, and all looked at Liu Qingshan and the group in astonishment.

Liu Qingshan smiled: It's late at night, good night.

So the hairs' heads drooped down again, and the familiar snoring sounded.

Only Gromov was still standing there, blinking a few times, then scratching his chicken coop hair:

Liu, I think we should have a drink to suppress the shock.