No matter how great ambitions are, we must carry out down-to-earth.

Based on the concept of being rare and not being useless, Zhou Qingfeng drew a circle in the office and kicked Fujita Takaji, who was not active in his work recently, into the Novosibirsk city of Damao's family.

Fujita was really about to cry to death. He was not afraid to return to Japan because he was investigated by the Tokyo District Inspection Special Search Department. He was in a state of trouble at the Hanzhong branch and wanted to be Xu Shu, so he was naturally denied a comment with an incorrect attitude.

Uncle Zhou said that kicking is really kicking.

If Fujita had given another chance, he would never dare to do it - the word Novosibirsk sounded desolate and cold, wouldn't he be exiled to go there?

It's really not.

Novosibirsk is located in the middle of Damao's home and is an important heavy industrial manufacturing base. It has strong R&D advantages in machine tool manufacturing, aviation engines, railway locomotives, etc.

For example, the Novosibirsk National University of Technology, formerly known as the "School of Electrical Engineering", sounds like a third-rate college, but is actually the research and development site of Alliance heavy machine tools.

The city's heavy machine tool complex is the largest planer and boring machine manufacturer in the alliance. The equipment it produces is specially used to process super-large workpieces, such as the wings of large bombers, or fuel tanks of heavy launch vehicles.

Xiao Jinlang has been scrambling to the Russian university since last year, and the Novosibirsk National Technical University has also been scrambled for 2,000, focusing on flight machinery and automation.

Fujita was asked to examine from another perspective whether large Novosibirsk enterprises were valued by "moving and bottom-line hunting" based on Japanese standards.

"This is simply ridiculous!"

Fujita had to fly from Hanzhong to the imperial capital, and then transfer from the imperial capital to Novosibirsk. He wanted to jump up the moment he boarded the plane.

"I was asked to conduct a Japanese on the Russian territory to inspect the flower planting family. I was asked to perform such a stupid task, so it would be better to send me to a hard labor camp."

The encounters in life are so magical.

No matter how much he complained, after more than ten hours, Fujita set out in the morning and landed in the third largest city of Damao's family late at night. He and more than a dozen inspectors who accompanied him arrived at the airport hall and found that the place was closed after get off work except for the customs.

The terminal was empty and there was not even a ghost. It was strange that there was such an airport in the world. The leader called and an hour later a minibus drove out of the terminal.

The thin Russian driver put down the car window and rushed to the inspection team hiding in the terminal in distorted English, shouting loudly: "'Sacred Light' inspection team? Are you still OK?"

Not OK at all.

In June, the temperature in Novosibirsk is between ten and twenty degrees, and it will drop to about four or five degrees at night, which is still a bit cold. Fujita followed the expedition team to get on the broken car, greeted the other party in English, and bowed slightly.

"Is it Japanese?"

"Yes. My name is Fujita."

"Oh, only the Japanese will bow when they meet. My name is Varianjing."

The Russian driver was quite enthusiastic and introduced himself to everyone. He also explained why he came so late.

"I went to a friend's house for a few drinks, and I forgot you. But you were very lucky. I was just awake when I called."

No one could accept this explanation, including Fujita. In the middle of the night, the members of the inspection team were tired and sleepy, and were eager to stay in a hotel for rest, but no one took the initiative.

The broken minibus played the noisy music of the Russian underground band, and drove all the way into the city with a clanging sound. Suddenly there were not enough rooms in the bookable hotel, and one was missing.

As a last resort, the inspection team had to have someone stayed in another hotel. This person was Fujita, so he could only follow Variety to board the minibus again.

This time, Zhongbali was empty and marched in completely unfamiliar countries, unfamiliar cities, and unfamiliar streets.

Fujita, who was exhausted, sat next to the driver's seat with his luggage. Variankyo drove the car, turned off the music, turned around and said, "I'm sorry."

Fujita's English was very poor, and he couldn't speak humblely, nor was he interested. He replied with his head down and his head down, "It's okay."

"Why are you, a Japanese, working for the 'Holy Light'?"

"You look thin, not like a Russian at all."

The two of them talked to each other, and they both smiled bitterly. There was still a distance from another hotel, and Varianjing casually talked about himself.

"We are so confused that it is difficult to find jobs. Many factories have no orders and no raw materials, so they have to stop work.

There was nothing in the market, but the banks were almost overwhelmed. Everyone wanted to convert the rubles in their hands into US dollars or some other currency.

I was lucky, and I could speak a little English, and the ‘Holy Light’ hired me. So I could still support my family. Many people were not so lucky.”

Speaking of this, Varianjin pointed out the car window, "Look at those people."

The mini-Park passed by some street, and seven or eight people were crooked and upside down on the roadside. Some of them leaned against the wall, dressed quite decently, but they didn't go home at night.

"The ones lying on the ground are homeless people, and the ones are sitting are white-collar workers who come to the city to find jobs. They have no place to live, so they can only find a place to stay overnight."

The word 'white-collar worker' aroused Fujita's interest a little. He looked up at the car window and found that there was a young girl among the sleeping people, "Why? Is it safe for them to sleep like this?"

"It's okay." Varianjin shrugged, "Now everyone has no money, it's difficult to find a job. It's really difficult. Those who can go to Moscow have left, leaving only those who can't leave.

People in the countryside have no money to buy fertilizers and gasoline, and they can’t even buy seeds. All their savings have disappeared and they have to come to the city to survive.

But the city is not much better, and Moscow doesn’t care about us at all. We can only live by selling our own assets and maintain our economy by relying on the ‘holy light’. Isn’t it ridiculous?”

A few simple words were full of bitter self-deprecation. Varianjing spoke quickly, constantly using gestures to strengthen his tone, and the words were easy to understand.

Fujita didn't expect that he would hear this. He asked Varikin to pay attention to driving. Varikin's voice was too loud and he didn't hear it clearly, so he asked him what he said.

"Nothing." Fujita shook his head sadly, thinking of Japan's current poor economy. He was a little glad that his country had not had a bad situation in the society, and asked back: "Are you a driver for the 'Holy Light'?"

"No, I am the thug of the 'Holy Light', driving is just a side job."

Fujita thought he had heard it wrong, and the word "thug" did not match Varikyo's thin appearance.

Varianjing laughed gaggingly, "You can't imagine what I'm doing for the 'Holy Light'? I'm really a thug, specializing in dealing with the scattered slander from the Flower Gardening Family, especially those who sell fake goods.

"Holy Light" is very domineering and doesn't like someone to ruin their reputation. However, many of the stolen flower families come to us to do business, and many of the goods they sell are of very poor quality.

For example, the down jackets sold by someone last year were not down or straw, which would freeze to death if worn on them. We would catch one such businessman when we saw them.

"Holy Light" hired a lot of people like me to do this kind of thing. We are like dogs, running around the city every day. Some things that big people can't solve, but just look for us."

Varianjing was quite proud of his job, turned his head to look at Fujita and asked, "What kind of company do you think 'Holy Light' is?"

Fujita was stunned and said a bit, and after a long time he spit out a Japanese word, "Godzilla."
Chapter completed!