There is no way, Moscow itself is relatively poor in materials, and the prices are too high, which is beyond what they can afford.

Noodles cost a few cents per pound in China, but in Moscow they cost three to five rubles, which is equivalent to twenty or thirty Chinese dollars. Let alone eating out, it is really unaffordable.

Their life is worse than that of Muscovites. After all, Muscovites can still order food and meat from time to time, especially Luzhkov bought a lot of supplies from Fang Chen. Although it is a drop in the bucket, it is good to have water to drink.

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But they are Chinese, who will distribute things to them?

All food and supplies must be purchased with money.

The little money Mou Qizhong brought was not enough even if he broke it into two petals, let alone Mou Qizhong expected to spend the money wisely to win over the reselling of airplanes.

And Fang Chen has the best hotel in Moscow, and the food here is also the best in Moscow, such as foie gras, caviar flown in from France, Japanese wagyu, and even a fragrant altar of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall on the table.

, as long as you want to eat delicious food from all over the world, there is nothing you can’t get.

After all, no matter how miserable and poor the Soviet people were, it would be impossible for high-ranking officials like Kadenikov and Luzhkov, as well as top tycoons like Fang Chen, to live a miserable life.

With so much delicious food in front of them, how could they bear it? They were just like travelers who had been thirsty for three or five days in the desert when they saw water.

After a while, the plate was licked clean. When Fang Chen saw this, he asked the kitchen to cook some more, and he didn't cook any frivolous things like foie gras, caviar, matsutake, etc. It was just a Northeastern stew, and two more big ones.

Make up for the cock.

"Click!"

Feng Lun burped, touched his round belly, and showed a happy smile. In the past few months, let alone eating so well, it can even be said that they have rarely eaten enough.

When he looked up again and saw Fang Chen, he couldn't help but have an embarrassed smile on his lips.

He ran into this house without saying a word and had such a big meal, which really made him blush a little.

Although he had never stayed in a Moscow hotel, Mou Qizhong stayed here for a few days. Of course, Mou Qizhong stayed there for less than a week. After meeting General Varian, he quickly moved back to the basement and paid 500 yuan a day.

The ruble rent is really unaffordable.

Mou Qizhong also once said that if the reselling of the aircraft was successful, he would treat them to a feast in a Moscow hotel and live such a top-notch luxurious life.

So he had heard about the consumption in Moscow hotels. The meal they had today cost less than a thousand rubles, and it would cost seven or eight thousand rubles in Chinese currency.

And the money for a dozen of them to eat for a month was only so much, but now five of them had to eat it in one meal.

The most important thing is that he really didn't expect that they had not had a meal at the Moscow Hotel for so long after following Mou Qizhong, but because they had only met Fang Chen twice, they could actually have such a sumptuous meal at the Moscow Hotel.

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And he was certain that even if Mou Qizhong brought them here, he would not be willing to order foie gras or caviar.

Feng Lun had mixed emotions for a moment, and his mood was extremely complicated.

Fang Chen flipped through the book in his hand casually. After a while, he felt something was wrong. When he turned his head, he saw five pairs of eyes looking straight at him.

With a slight smile, Fang Chen put down the book in his hand, "Are you full?"

"I'm full. Thank you Mr. Fang for your generous hospitality." Feng Lun said with a blushing face.

"Okay, let's talk about what's going on." Fang Chen said seriously.

"Mr. Mou took us to meet General Varian more than a month ago."

After saying this, Feng Lun realized that Fang Chen probably didn't know who General Varian was, so he explained: "General Varian is the Minister of Logistics Department of the Soviet Aviation Industry Department, and Mr. Mou met the Soviet Aviation Industry Department through him.

A deputy minister of the Kuibyshev Aircraft Factory and the director of the Kuibyshev Aircraft Factory.”

Fang Chen nodded. After explaining this, he remembered that Varian was the general who gave Niu Yongjun a mink coat. Moreover, he remembered that when he met Mou Qizhong in a Moscow hotel, Mou Qizhong also mentioned that

A mouthful.

However, he didn't care at the time. How could he care about a general in the Logistics Department under the Ministry of Aviation Industry when he held a big killer like Berezovsky in his hand.

"Some time ago, Mr. Mou returned to China and obtained a procurement contract from Sichuan Airlines."

"At that time, Mr. Mou was very confident and thought that the matter of reselling the aircraft could be solved. However, the Soviet Aviation Ministry kept trying to shirk it, saying that the time was not coming and they had to wait."

"It's time to wait for trouble. Mou always felt that the Soviets were taking advantage of the opportunity to ask for money. It wasn't that the time had not come yet, so he advocated collecting more money to send it over."

Fang Chen's expression was a little subtle. The people from the Soviet Aviation Department were right. The time was indeed not right now.

People like Mou Qizhong may not feel it, but the ministers of the Soviet Aviation Ministry must know that the entire Soviet Union is now on the eve of a huge turmoil. If it fails, they will be shattered into pieces and die without a burial place. Naturally, they are not willing to take the risk.

For such a big risk, we have to wait and see.

I didn't see him but he was also waiting for Yeltsin to be sworn in as president next month.

It's a pity that Mou Qizhong and the others didn't know, and thought that people from the Soviet Aviation Ministry lied to them. This is the so-called information asymmetry.

"Mr. Mou originally didn't have much money in his hands, but now he has to collect money, so he can only save it through his teeth. During this period, we can say that all we eat every day are vegetable leaves picked up from the Moscow market.

, rotten potatoes.”

Speaking of this, Feng Lun's eyes turned red and he almost shed tears. They were all the proud sons of heaven and state cadres before, but later they speculated in real estate in Tianya Province. Although they lost money, they never lived such a hard life.

"It's not easy to pick up rotten vegetable leaves and potatoes. Muscovites rob us every day. I have been beaten several times. Those Russian women are so fierce. They can be beaten with just one fist."

I do somersaults."

Pan Shiyi couldn't help complaining. He pulled up his sleeves and pointed at his face and neck. There were indeed bruises and bruises on his face and neck.

Fang Chen grinned. Although this look was really miserable and worthy of pity, why could he not help but want to laugh?

Fighting for food with Russian women is something that even a bear would not dare to do. Pan Shiyi and the others can come back alive, which is already very good.

Unlike Yelena, a graceful and charming atypical Russian woman, most Russian women are capable of carrying cauldrons and driving away tigers, leopards, and bears.
Chapter completed!