"The Germans really say that?"

Arnold held the phone, with a look of surprise on his face almost unable to hide it. He almost gritted his teeth and angrily looked at the British Minister of European and American Affairs of the British Foreign Affairs and Federal Affairs on the other end of the phone, James Duncan, and said gloomyly: "The Germans are not willing to bear the floating exchange rate of 5% of the exchange rate? If the exchange rate between the two sides is changed, the UK must be responsible for the cost?"

"Yes, the attitude of the German Central Bank is very clear. Germany is now requiring a lot of capital to invest in infrastructure, and any proposal to cut interest rates cannot be passed. German Chancellor Kerr even said that the UK is the party responsible for the overvaluation of the pound."

The Minister of European and American Affairs is a powerful figure in the Foreign Corps and the Ministry of Federal Affairs. Duncan plays an important role in British politics. He has never suffered such humiliation in the past. The British Empire put aside his face and negotiated with Germany, a defeated country in World War II. But it turned out to be such an attitude?

But the situation is stronger than that of the people. The Soviets are so fucked, and the Americans have obviously relaxed the dog chains on Germany's neck. The British cannot continue to put pressure on the already unified Germany.

Although I was very angry, the UK had no choice but to reply to Germany. What they said was right. The pound was overvalued, and that was because your British Empire was suffering from face. The economic downturn remained high, and these economic policies were not formulated by the German Central Bank for the British.

"Mr. Arnold, our European and American Affairs Department has done its best. Regarding the exchange rate issue, the Prime Minister asked me to ask you if we can achieve a decline in the exchange rate through our internal efforts?"

"Mr. Minister, if we want to lower the exchange rate, we can do it at any time. But the problem is that we have an agreement with Germany, and the foreign exchange rate is linked. Once our exchange rate reaches a certain range and cannot be restored, there will be a default problem, which will be a disaster for our financial market!"

"So, as long as our exchange rate falls while the German Mark's exchange rate falls simultaneously, there will be no problem, right?"

"Yes, this is also a solution. But the German Central Bank has refused to cut interest rates. Is there any other way you can?"

"We may need to do some work in this, and the specific situation is still unclear."

...

"Moise! ​​The last potatoes in your house have already entered your stomach. If you don't have money tomorrow, our whole family will go hungry!"

"Don't worry, our shipyard has changed its boss. The new boss heard that he is very rich and will be paid soon."

Moise wiped his mouth randomly, and his thin cheeks were covered with rough beards, and there was no sign of careful care. In fact, this is true. The last blade in Moise's home is no longer usable. It is better to use a kitchen knife to shave it than to use a kitchen knife!

Moise's wife, Weismather, had no energy to sort out her image for her husband. In addition to cooking and taking care of her children, she also had to take a bunch of rags at home to set up stalls on the street every day, hoping to get one or two hundred rubles back to make a living.

After eating the last piece of potato at home, Moise grabbed the clothes behind the door and walked out of the house without even having to put them on.

The scenery of Ukraine in October is just right. In previous years, there will be happy crowds everywhere in the forests and squares. After work in the morning, you can call friends in the afternoon. Then use a big iron rod to put on the fat and lean meat pieces of Ukrainian white pig the size of a fist, and grill until the potatoes on the skewers are covered with meat oil. Finally, you can enjoy the feast of Ukrainian barbecue and vodka throughout the afternoon.

Oh my God, how wonderful it is to be like that!

However, all this has long become a thing of the past. Nowadays, Moise has long been sold, let alone Ukrainian barbecue, even the iron rods and barbecue stoves used for skewers.

"Moise, look at your sloppy look!"

As soon as he arrived at the job, the team leader Gulik stopped Moise and handed over a piece of soap and a shave: "Go and wash your face, and then hang up your beard. Today, the new boss is going to hold a live work meeting. Don't let others see you like this now, you will doubt my management level!"

"It's hard to live, Gulik." Moise shrugged his shoulders and grabbed the soap and shave: "Wow, Rhino Blade, where are you getting rich?"

"What are you talking about? This is the daily necessities allocated in the factory today, and everyone has a share." Gulik smiled and said, "I will give this share to you first. If you get it back, don't forget to return it to me."

"Distribute materials?" Moise shook his head speechlessly and sighed: "What reform should be carried out? It's time to implement the rationing system!"

"What's the solution?" Gulik sighed and said, "It's pretty good to send daily necessities. If the ruble was sent, I really don't know how to live this day. Today, prices have tripled, and ruble is no longer different from waste paper."

The two of them looked at each other silently, and then Gulik patted Moise's shoulder: "Go and clean up, it's already very good that we can have a job now. We will perform better at the on-site meeting later. The new boss heard that he was generous, so he might be happy and he will pay his salary today."

"I know, don't worry."

Moise waved his hand, turned around and came out of the locker room, and walked towards the water room next to him.

After October, all the projects at Nikolayev shipyard were stopped. The rumored shipbuilding orders from Norway were silenced, while the nuclear-powered aircraft carrier Ulyanovsk, which had already started construction, had been dismantled by them.

After losing all liquidity, Nikolayev shipyard has reached the brink of actual bankruptcy.

For almost half a month since then, Nikolayev shipyards were almost "anarchical". There would be no job without orders, and workers without jobs were a group of dangerous explosive barrels.

Just when Nikolayev shipyard was about to be at its end, a rumor suddenly came out.

There seemed to be a mysterious big man who took out a considerable amount of funds and bought the shipyard.

This is Nikolayev shipyard! The Black Sea shipyard that can produce the Ulyanovsk!

For the workers of the shipyard, it is almost impossible to imagine that such a large shipyard would belong to only "one person" one day.

But in the following series of changes, this news was gradually confirmed from the side.

For example, among the middle and high-level management in the shipyard, a considerable number of management teams completely lost their positions. For example, the remaining management teams finally began to rectify the order of workers. Of course, the more important reason is that the sound of machines running finally sounded in the factory.

Some well-informed people privately claim that the new boss is worth billions. Some people also say that the new boss has a huge background. Which of the former management teams who were fired have no identities and backgrounds, but they still say they are out of here?

Furthermore, the environment in the factory has improved a lot over the past period of time. Middle-level cadres have begun to perform their duties, and the factory may have some equipped with daily necessities. In this way, the workers' team can be more or less maintained.

However, the situation at Nikolayev's shipyard has stabilized, but it is not good news for everyone.

"Storov, you guy has disappeared for a few days, why don't you care about work at all?" Gulik just walked out of the locker room when he saw another worker in the team walking past him with a whistle.

"It's Gulik!" Storov raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Anyway, there is no job in the factory, so I always have to find something to support myself! Hey, Gulik, how about my jeans? American goods, the latest style!"

"Come on, I can't appreciate this thing. Jeans are for work, there are holes everywhere on you, and you are not afraid of something happening when you work!"

"You don't understand this, right? This is a trend, do you know the trend? My comrade!"

Storov was proud and touched the hole in his jeans and smiled: "This pair of jeans costs me ten dollars, and it costs more than 20,000 yuan to exchange for rubles. If you wear it, you will have no worries about not having a girl."

"I think if you wear it and work, you will definitely not have to worry about not getting the work injury bonus."

"Okay, go and change your clothes. Put on your work clothes. Today is a big day." Gulik slapped Storov, shook his head and watched him walk into the locker room.

The largest ship zero platform in Nikolayev shipyard has been deserted for almost a month. However, today, it seems that there is some popularity here again.

The steel giant beast that has been demolished is like a sperm whale that has already rushed to the beach. Due to lack of maintenance, the exposed shipboard is mottled, and the steel bars and iron bones with branches are even more unique in wasteland style.

"Ulyanovsk, it will never be completed."

Director Makarov and Chief Valery got off the car and couldn't help but look up at the Ulyanovsk on the platform of the Zero ship. This Soviet fantasy warship had no chance to gallop on the sea.

"Yes, we... have lost it forever." Valery retracted his dark eyes, and there was a faint slight hint of tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Maybe you are talking about the facts, but others may not know this fact. Just know, do they dare to gamble?"

With two clicks, Yulia, wearing high heels, had already walked over from another car behind and looked at the two of them coldly. Makarov and Valery looked at each other speechlessly, and nodded silently in their hearts.

Yes, even if you know that the Ulyanovsk can no longer be completed, but "they" don't need to say who they are, do they dare to gamble?
Chapter completed!