Chapter 1001 Moscow Night

In fact, for the Soviet Union, what they were happy to display were all kinds of grand buildings, such as movie theaters and children's palaces, which were standard features under the planned economy. Even small border towns thousands of miles away were small and comprehensive, let alone the capital of the Soviet Union. Moscow.

However, these displays worked well for other members of the British delegation, except Alan Wilson, who had seen too many, bigger and grander ones.

He was not surprised at all when he visited these things. What surprised him was the appearance of Fortseva. The most powerful woman in the Soviet Union actually appeared here. It was strange that Fortseva's status was too high now. As a member of the Central Presidium reorganized by Khrushchev, to put it simply, if you rank the power of the Soviet Union, you can't count it on one hand, but you can definitely count it on two hands.

Today, Fortseva is rarely seen wearing elaborate makeup and decent clothes. It is obvious that she has been carefully prepared. Of course, only the secretary who often followed Fortseva knew about this careful preparation.

Alan Wilson didn't even understand what the introducer said, and secretly looked at Fortseva several times.

"The great achievements of the five-year plan..." The Soviet people who received him chattered their love for the great motherland.

"Humph, haha..." Alan Wilson let out an inappropriate laugh, with a look of disdain on his face, as if it said "If you continue to blow, I believe I will lose".

"Why are you laughing?" Fortseva couldn't help but speak, with a calm and confident attitude. The Soviet cadres around her also looked indignant and glared at the imperialists in front of them.

"Nothing, I just find it funny." Alan Wilson said calmly. As the permanent undersecretary of the British Foreign Office, he has diplomatic immunity after all, so he is not worried about any security issues in Moscow.

"What's so funny? Do you think it's funny about the Soviet Union's national construction?" Fortseva refused. She was really angry now. As one of the controllers of the Soviet Union, she couldn't bear the thought of someone doing anything to her. The ridicule of the motherland.

"Do you want to hear it?" Alan Wilson put his hands on his chest and said to himself, "Although we foreigners don't know much about the Soviet Union's information, the receptionist's words are a bit exaggerated about collectivism. I am personally skeptical about the results of the Soviet Union’s so-called five-year plans.”

Seeing a group of Soviet people looking unkind, Alan Wilson continued without any panic, "From the Soviet perspective, there are limitations to the development of many industrial and agricultural industries. To complete a children's palace in three months? Maybe it is really possible to seize the time. , but it will inevitably bring about quality problems. In your propaganda, your country compares Vladivostok to San Francisco and does not consider the impact of climate on the city? So why should I believe in the so-called construction achievements of the Soviet Union? Huh? I am more It is inclined to the fact that the Soviet Union successfully planted corn in Siberia in winter, and this may still be successful.”

The suitable time for construction in the Soviet Union is only three months per year. If you bite the bullet, the time available for construction is only six or seven months per year. This has caused many problems for the implementation of the Soviet Five-Year Plan. For example, when there is material, there is no time, and when there is time, there is no material.

Alan Wilson has lived in high latitudes. Sleeping on the streets in some places may be more uncomfortable, but sleeping on the streets in high latitudes is not uncomfortable. It is a fatal matter. The climate in the Soviet Union was even more severe than the environment in his previous life.

So that's it. The corner of Fortseva's mouth slightly curled up and she said lazily, "This British gentleman may not know that difficulties are temporary and there are no ways to solve them. When we produce prefabricated concrete parts, I have materials and no time. Just produce and maintain cement prefabricated parts, and when the time comes, I will install these prefabricated parts.”

"You know, it takes a long time to install this kind of cement prefabricated parts. The Soviet method is simple and crude mechanization. The cost of cement prefabricated parts is much higher. Of course, you are a planned economy, and you can control the cost by compressing labor costs. It's not that high,

Who makes the Soviet people willing to contribute? "

Alan Wilson was still a little gloating about his misfortune, and he unceremoniously exposed the so-called prefabricated component method. This was the only solution, but he did not forget to give a sweet date a slap in the face, "I recognize some of the achievements of the Soviet Union, but maybe It’s not as great as you say. If what I just said offended you, I’m sorry. I can also praise the Soviet Union. For the current Soviet Union, I would like to call it an infrastructure madman. How about it?”

Such praise is not an exaggeration. The Soviet Union's proportion of construction projects in the field of construction reached 37%, which is not much worse than the rest of the world combined. The construction field has always been a headache for the Soviet Union. Why can't the Soviet Union implement the two-year plan and must implement the five-year plan? A very important point is the construction cycle of this factory.

"Obviously, you imperialists are just relying on your original accumulation to point fingers at those who are building their own country." Fortseva said with a cold smile, "Then let's see who will be in ten or fifty years. Will shed tears.”

Of course it was the Soviet Union! Alan Wilson counted his fingers and felt that this victory must belong to the free world. He said nonchalantly, "We have this time to criticize imperialism. Why not find a way to raise the wages of construction workers? Don't treat them like cattle. This is more important than anything else." Strong, oh, I almost forgot, money is worthless if it can’t buy things. In a sense, dedicating yourself to a great cause is also a kind of propaganda that has to be used.”

Considering the relationship with the Soviet Union, Alan Wilson had better describe poor people in a gentle way, so as not to stimulate the Soviet people's self-esteem. This is all for the sake of national relations and is completely selfless.

Once something starts, it has to continue. During the one-day trip to Moscow arranged by the Soviet Union, Alan Wilson had to play the role of an enemy. There was no problem with him, as it was just a warm-up before Nixon's arrival.

"The Soviet Union will definitely have a huge overcapacity problem in many fields. Unfortunately, we don't know the specific figures." Back at the Ukraine Hotel, Alan Wilson told Foreign Secretary Macmillan about his great achievements today, which severely defeated the Soviet Union. self-promotion.

"It's a good thing you are a diplomat, otherwise you might not be able to leave Moscow." Macmillan thought to himself that the deputy secretary-general was really brave. He pondered for a moment and said, "We don't have data on the Soviet Union, and the economic system operates differently. Blindly To lash out, it might be offensive and that's not London."

If it were London, Macmillan would not mind taking a strict stand and criticizing the Soviet Union, even if it was an obvious lie. But this was Moscow, the capital of the Soviet Union, so he would think twice before doing so.

The Foreign Minister, who has a tall and decisive figure and bowed his head, has no tough style in London, and shows a flexible moral bottom line, "We must show our good side, rather than seizing on the opponent's pain points and constantly attacking."

"Minister, what you said makes so much sense." Alan Wilson said with admiration on his face. He expressed his praise for my obedient attitude in Moscow and my aggressive attitude in London. This is the foreign minister that Britain needs.

Tomorrow was the day when Nixon arrived in Moscow. Alan Wilson knew that the minister was going to rest, so he walked out of the room and went to the place arranged for himself, "Who arranged this? Why is it so far away?"

Alan Wilson was arranged to live in a far away room, which was one of the reasons why he was so angry today.

Pushing open the door and closing it behind his back, Alan Wilson was thinking about how to make his presence felt in the kitchen debate. Once he performed well, he might be able to use it as an important asset for promotion to cabinet secretary. Then he almost peeed when he raised his head. ,"Why are you here?"

"This is the Soviet Union. I can be wherever I want. No one dares to care about me." Fortseva shook the keychain, her tone no different from that of Ellen Wilson in London more than ten years ago.

"This is different, Ekaterina, the issue of lifestyle is completely different in the Soviet Union and in the UK." Alan Wilson swallowed and lowered his voice, "Lubyanka is no joke."

"The National Security Council can still scare the British? They should feel honored. The boss of the KGB is not even a member of the Central Presidium, so he is a threat to the Central Committee members." Fortseva bent closer and said, "Mr. Wilson, Oh, Sir, you were not so timid in London. What happened today?"

Fortseva is now one level higher than the KGB boss, and the threat from the KGB to her is almost non-existent. It would be a real problem if the KGB chairman and she were at the same level, but not now.

Fitness can delay aging. Alan Wilson swore that he never deceived Fortseva. This is the conclusion he came to after observing the actresses. There are no sequelae. The faces of Greta Garbo and others are obviously much tougher now. , no longer as soft and beautiful as before, but is there any perfect way to delay aging?

"Build a good relationship with Brezhnev." Alan Wilson, who had already died before he was born, succumbed to the power of the cultural czarina and temporarily forgot about the bullshit free world.

Culture czar? Fortseva raised her head slightly and asked, "Where did you hear this title from?"

"I studied Oriental studies." Alan Wilson calmly took back the initiative. "I heard that you and your comrades were unhappy at all? You used to be the Minister of Education. Think about it, why does China What about the history of the Mongolian Plateau? Mongolia is now an independent country."

Fortseva's face was gloomy and she remained silent. Then she laughed and said, "Even pure comrades are bound to stumble. It is normal for the truth to become clearer with each argument."

"If there is wine, I really want to drink to this noble comradeship." Alan Wilson nodded in approval.

The outstanding representatives of old-style imperialism lost all their energy in the battle with the cultural tsar. When they met with the foreign minister, Nixon, who had just arrived in Moscow, was a little listless.