Cars speed through the streets of Moscow.

There are long queues on the streets.

These are all queues to buy food.

There are very few products in state-owned stores, but there are many products in private stores. As long as you have money, you can have everything.

There are long queues outside state-owned stores, but there is no need to queue in private stores.

Lu Changhua had seen many reports in his previous life and knew that this was the result of shock therapy.

In fact, it is not that there is a food shortage in Soviet Russia, but that the food factories and canneries have been privatized, and they are unwilling to sell their products to state-owned stores at a fair price.

Those private stores are willing to purchase goods at high prices.

Because a rising tide lifts all boats, they advance higher and higher, and still make huge profits.

The most pitiful people are these ordinary people.

Although their wages have increased, how can they exceed the price increase?

The first person bought bread for ten rubles, but the second person bought it for fifteen rubles.

It's better now, but by next year, the ruble will be like waste paper.

The sausage cut off by the first cut is five hundred rubles, and the sausage cut by the second cut is one thousand rubles.

Life is so cruel.

When they entered the Kremlin from Red Square, they were stopped by guards.

The relevant documents were checked and released.

The car stopped in front of a palace.

There is someone waiting here.

The man came forward and shook hands with Lu Changhua. Only then did Lu Changhua realize that this man was the secretary of the leading comrade.

The bodyguard and Alina were left waiting in the lounge, and Lu Changhua followed the secretary in.

There is a wide corridor, a tall dome, and beautiful murals painted on the walls. The footsteps of the two people echoed in the corridor.

The secretary walked in front, followed by Lu Changhua.

Even though his Russian was very poor, he couldn't communicate with him, so he had to follow him silently.

At the end of the corridor, he opened a door and stretched out his hand to invite Lu Changhua in.

Inside is a conference room.

This is more like a hall.

Tall dome, wide space, and the surrounding walls are covered with murals.

A large table is placed in the middle.

Several high-backed chairs were placed on both sides of the table.

The secretary pulled up a chair and asked Lu Changhua to sit down.

There is also a door on the other side of this conference room.

At this time, he was pushed away with a squeak.

Three people walked in.

One of them was short, with a head full of white hair and a wrinkled face.

He paused at the door and walked in the direction of Lu Changhua.

Lu Changhua stood up quickly.

The secretary whispered, "This is our Vice President."

"Hello, young man."

The old man actually spoke Chinese with a weird accent.

"Hello, Mr. Vice President."

The two shook hands.

The old man held Lu Changhua's hand and did not relax, but held it tighter.

"Young man, I heard that you have food, right?"

"Food? There is some."

"We need food. Moscow citizens need food. Can you satisfy them?"

"Well……"

When Lu Changhua heard what he said, are you short of food? Your food has been hoarded by profiteers.

"That's an astronomical amount of food. I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."

Lu Changhua had to tell the truth.

If you don't do this well, you'll lose your head.

"Haha, I believe you can find a way."

As he spoke, he let go of Lu Changhua's hand, and the two of them sat on both sides of the table.

The secretary brought two cups of coffee and stepped aside.

Another person stood by the vice president's side.

"Our people are starving, and we must actively find solutions."

He stared at Lu Changhua and said, "We can exchange, how about using a plane?"

"airplane?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Changhua's heart trembled.

He suddenly thought that a few years later, a certain big boss in China would get into trouble by exchanging food for a plane.

"We can trade ten planes for food first.

This flight food exchange plan needs to be fast, otherwise it will be in chaos."

The old man said to himself.

He looked at the young man opposite him, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

When he saw Lu Changhua on TV, this guy strongly supported the Soviet Union, he decided to make him his assistant.

"This matter can't be rushed. Besides, I have to sell the plane after I gave it to it."

The man next to the old man translated for him in a low voice.

"oh."

The old man understood that young people need time, but what he lacks now is exactly time.

"No, young man, we don't have time. The plane can fly to China first. The food needs to enter Moscow within a month. Can it be done?"

"I try my best."

"No, you have to do it."

"What are you..."

Lu Changhua is really in trouble.

How could he do it if he knew that ten passenger planes, worth at least one billion, could transport food worth one billion to Moscow within a month?!

"Okay, I know you are in trouble, how about two months?"

"Food can arrive in Moscow within two months."

Lu Changhua emphasized the meaning of arriving one after another.

The old man nodded slowly.

Said: "These ten aircraft are Tu-154m, the latest model. As soon as you rush back to China, as long as the contact is made, the aircraft can take off immediately."

"All right."

"From now on, you can contact my secretary directly."

The secretary then came over and handed Lu Changhua a business card.

"Then I'll go back first, and I'll call you after I've made contact."

The meeting was very short, only about ten minutes.

But Lu Changhua felt that it had been a long time.

The old man put too much pressure on him.

The secretary sent Lu Changhua out of the palace.
To be continued...