Chapter 47： : To cut the weeds, we must get rid of the roots!

Before and after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, his economy was actually able to resist.

His foreign exchange is completely controlled by the state, and the foreign exchange rate is also set by the state. In the early 1970s, the official exchange rate between rubles and dollars was 1 ruble to 1.6 dollars, but on the black market it was already 1 dollar to 6 rubles.

In 1987, the economy of the Soviet Union was still relatively stable. At that time, it was about 1 US dollar and 15 rubles. In 1988, the domestic situation in the Soviet Union began to be violently turbulent, and the ruble began to depreciate sharply. The most typical example is that Gorbachev’s pension in 1991 was 4,000 rubles. Only about 60 US dollars, this kind of cheap, unexpectedly fell on my own head.

Then the wool delivered to the door is still not squeezed?

Tang Dao suppressed the joy in his heart, and he still pretended to be dissatisfied with the price, "100 million rubles? Hey, Mr. Joseph, are you joking? The price is too high."

Joseph also felt that this kind of bundled sales was very embarrassing, and it was very embarrassing on the phone, but this request can be found. He just asked where Tang Dao was and said that he would send a car to pick her up.

"Me? I'm at the gate of the Kyiv police station." Tang Dao looked back at the big sign written in Russian.

"Police station?"

Joseph froze for a moment, nodded quickly, "Okay, please wait a moment." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Tang Dao threw the mobile phone to Jin Dun, his face sank slightly, and he hooked his fingers, and Robert quickly leaned his head to listen.

"Find someone and kill that Rovsk bastard, I hate to shed a scourge."

Robert's heart trembled, and he stared at the side face of the boss, have you ever seen a vulture? It was like the expression of a vulture staring at carrion, which made everyone terrified. He lowered his head slightly, "Understood."

"Do this thing cleanly." Tang Dao took a cigar in his mouth, took out a box of matches from his pocket, struck from top to bottom, and the flames lit up. Throw it away.

Just because, he hates trouble.

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Kyiv hospital.

Nurse Polikova has been on two night shifts, and she is not in a good condition. She feels drowsy when walking on the road with medical equipment. She swears that she must take a good rest in two days.

"Polikova!"

Suddenly she heard someone calling her name softly, looked around suspiciously, and saw a white man with a wicked face leaning against the wall beside the trash can at the toilet door, and hooked his hands at her.

Polikova's face was ugly, she turned her head and left, but who knew that the other party rushed up and grabbed her arm, full of frivolity, "Hey, are you so cruel that you want to sever ties with me? We are We've been together for three years."

"I was blind!" Polikova turned her head and stared.

"Hey, we broke up, we can still get together once in a while, I can't forget your smell." The white man stroked the other's hair, looking at the bumpy body with unscrupulous eyes, he didn't look like a good person, Miss Nurse Gritting his teeth, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll call security."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really heartless. I came to you this time, but I have a good thing." The white man looked around, and forced her to walk towards the corner, "I heard that your mother is sick and needs a sum of money urgently. You Do me a favor, I'll give you twenty thousand dollars!"

Twenty thousand dollars?

A total of 2,000 rubles a month for Polikova!

And 20,000 US dollars is enough for her mother to move to a ward with a better environment, but she is still hesitant, because the guy in front of her is not a good guy. He used to be a doctor in the hospital. He looks like a dog, but the desire for dollars in his heart is gradually eroding his sanity.

"What's busy?"

The white man chuckled, took out a bottle of whitish crystal unknown substance from his whitish trouser pocket, and said softly, "Did you take in a member of the Rovsk family who was beaten badly today? Take this thing, inject it into him."

"what?!"

Polikova was dumbfounded, he actually wanted to order himself to kill?

Not everything in the human body can be injected randomly. If you inject some air into the meridians, you can die instantly. Life is sometimes very fragile. Why are medical staff called angels? In fact, sometimes, they can also be demons, depending on their hearts.

"No... no!" Polikova protested.

"Do you want your mother to die in the hospital?" The white man firmly grabbed her arm, "Don't worry, it's potassium chloride, and the police won't find out."

The reason why people are called people is because they have fetters, selfishness, fear, and sadness in their hearts.

Polikova did not want her dependent mother to die like this.

She looked at the bottle of potassium chloride, then slowly stretched out her hand, and took it. The white man had a happy face, patted her on the shoulder and said a few words of reassurance, then put on his windbreaker hat and slipped away.

Polikova's expression was tangled, heaven and man were at war, and finally...selfishness overcame professional ethics.

She went to the injection room to inject potassium chloride into the liquid medicine, took a deep breath, and walked towards Rovsk's ward, and could hear the curses inside at the door.

"Bastard! Bastard!" Peter Rovsk growled angrily in a low voice while lying on the hospital bed. The fixed frame was tied around his neck, and he couldn't even turn it. Gentleman was swearing.

His loss was too much, the bar was smashed, and the goods worth hundreds of thousands of dollars inside were...removed? !

One hundred thousand sukas are not listed in my heart!

He didn't know which army the other party belonged to, so how could he sue?

"Peter, have you offended someone?" An old man with silver hair was sitting beside the bed, leaning on a cane in his hand. When he opened his mouth, he could only see two teeth hanging on his front teeth. Already empty.

This is his grandfather, Tesla St. Rovsk!

A person who brought the Rovsk family together. This person is old and refined, and the more he lives, the younger he is. His face is rosy, and he can't tell it at all. Two-thirds of it has been buried in the ground.

"I don't know either." Peter frowned and shook his head, but then he showed a hideous expression, "I must make him pay the price."

Tesla frowned, with a very ominous premonition in his heart. He was about to continue to ask, when Polikova pushed the door in, wearing a mask, but her lips were still shaking up and down, and the whole person was in fear and tension, " I got an injection." She started to stutter as she spoke.

Tesla stepped aside halfway, Polikova finished the needle, stood by the hospital bed, took Peter's hand, the needle was shaking.

"Nurse..." Suddenly Tesla yelled, and Polikova turned her head instantly, breathing rapidly.

"Do you need my help?" the old man asked suspiciously.

"No, thank you sir."

Polikova secretly breathed a sigh of relief, UU reading looked at the veins, and poked the needle in!

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"Mr. Nicholas, I'm sorry to bother you at this time."

Coming to the barracks in a jeep of the Air Force, Joseph was waiting, and when Tang Dao came down, he apologized first, "Maybe our request is too much, but please understand us, after all, the Il-76 is an important weapon. There's no guarantee."

Joseph is talking nonsense, but the truth is...

The gas station of the air force has been stolen. That is to say, the air force in Kyiv is paralyzed at this time. If you want to take off, you have to go to other military regions to transfer fuel. The people above think it’s okay to keep the Il-76 As a matter of fact, the pilots are going to be on vacation, and whoever wants to take over should throw it out early.

Air France bought two, and it was the full price!

Mao Xiong is dead, and not only arms dealers are supported, but also oligarchs from all walks of life. Do you know how many military technicians there are in Ukraine? 3000000! Many of them are still special talents. Once Mao Xiong falls down, the five big hooligans will eat their mouths full of oil.

"I think this request is too much, 100 million rubles...is not a small amount, but I always have the mood to cooperate with you, so I want to meet Comrade Gobanov, so that our friendship will not be misunderstood."

The Soviets still like to be straightforward. Hearing what Tang Dao said, he was happy instead. He patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. Division 2 has a few bottles of good wine, and I'm going to ask someone to bring them over to entertain you, for our friendship, let's drink it!"

Lviv?

The 2nd Frontier Division?

good wine?

How come it feels so familiar.

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