Hoynovic said: "Of course, of course, I'm just working on a job and running around for this park. If you can't make any promises, you need to discuss them yourself.

But to be honest, Comrade Simenov, there is nothing better than this road in this situation. You don’t have to go against your conscience or bear guilt. You can continue the work we like, and you can give our families and the young men who follow us to a relatively good life in the future. It’s worth it, old man.”

Simenoff thought for a while and asked, "Spot, where is the location? Who do we work for?"

Hoynovic said: "The park is on Prince Island. Have you been there? I have been to a beautiful island on the west coast of Africa. If we can work together to build a large comprehensive research institute, or have a few small supporting experimental factories, it should be in the Czech Republic. Now it is the most stable, safest and most secure place in Europe. I have to say that this is a miracle."

Simenov said: "Who? Who is he? He controls the Czech Republic?"

Hoynovic smiled, pressed the cigarette butt in the ashtray and said, "A young man with enthusiasm, confidence and strength is very contagious. I believe you will like him too."

I'm not hiding you, John, Bald Eagle, and South Korea have contacted me, but I still chose this young man because based on my belief, this is me, or our only and the best choice. Even if we die, there will be no stain on our bodies, which is enough."

Simenov stared at Hoynovic: "Who is it? Which country's people?"

Hoynovic lit another cigarette and said, "John's royal baron, Lord of the House of Lords." He smiled mysteriously and pointed to the southeast: "A mysterious and intelligent little guy."

Simenov lowered his eyelids and thought for a while and said, "What are you going to do when you come to Moske this time?"

Hoynovic said: "Try to convince you that I believe there will be a group of comrades who agree with my point of view on the sea, but I am not as good as you in the air and on the land. I need partners who can work together and those who can live for faith. I think of you.

Of course, I will visit our Minister of Defense, as well as Kokin, Kamoff, Pennant, Aleutian, Alamc and 956 Planning Bureau, all of which were once great and brilliant places, and I want to try it. Save everything that is about to disappear, so that people all over the world can touch it, see it, and know it at any time. Our career will never die."

Simenov was a little moved: "Novich, do you want to build another equipment empire? Do you believe that he has this strength? Or are you willing to believe him? So where will we belong in the future? South? West?"

Hoynovic shook his head and said, "It's too early to say these things. My goal now is to protect these great things." He made a gesture of the New Year: "Hide it, protect it, and prevent people we don't like from getting it or rotting it. At the same time, it's that simple to find a way to survive for these comrades who have given their youth and sweat for everything.

In this situation, "chaos", poverty and hunger control everything, all factories are closed, and the institutes are basically dispersed. So what will those drawings, equipment and instruments look like? That is the hard work of several generations of our people.

A large number of people who have contributed their lives to our careers are unemployed and lined up at home to receive some supplies every day. Comrade Simenov, not everyone can hold on. In the end, they will leave here for life. So where will they go?

Then how long will this state last? For example, my Tagan Laige, I know that it will never exist again. The best fate is to become a place to produce fishing boats, and perhaps oil tankers can be produced, and my treasures will slowly rot in the sea water.

Many times I hate myself for not dying in the early years, but rather living until today to watch it happen.

Simenov, what we insist on and what we stick to is no longer there, and we will never be there, but these great things are still there. We have the responsibility to protect them. We have the ability now, so why not work hard?

As for what you said about building another empire, I haven't thought about it yet. Now there is no time as far away as I think. But as long as we move forward step by step, I believe that this is not completely impossible."

Simenov reignited a cigarette, licked his lips and said, "What about our belongings? There must be a belonging."

Hoynovic said: "In the future, we will only belong to ourselves, our faith, I will belong to the ocean, and you will belong to the sky."

Simenov raised his eyebrows and murmured: "Do you believe in it? Believe for a lifetime, where is it?"

Hoynovic took a black suitcase from the hands of the people around him and put it on the table, patted it and said, "Of course there is it, and forty percent of the income.

Researchers and professional technicians from all walks of life will have a monthly salary of 2,500 US dollars and a high-end salary of 4,000 US dollars. As long as they arrive at the Czech Republic or Prince Island, they will take effect immediately. The soldiers will become professional security personnel, and their salary will double on the current basis.

All data drawing equipment will be properly disposed of and kept and protected until we re-activate it ourselves.”

Simenov frowned again: "It's really reached this point? As far as I know, you still have orders from at least three countries, and Norway alone has six large ships."

Hoynovic pushed the suitcase to Simenov, took a bag from his entourage and said, "Bread, sausage, Chinese cigarettes, clothing and shoes, and all the supplies of daily necessities, nothing will be missing."

Putting the bag on the suitcase, Hoynovic stood up and said, "I'll visit you tomorrow. All the orders you mentioned have been cancelled. They would rather pay a penalty to see our existence again. I am only the first one, but definitely not the last one."

Simenoff also stood up, reached out and shook Hoynovic for a moment and said, "Thank you for your visit, I will think carefully and keep it confidential."

Hoynovic nodded, turned around and went out with his entourage. Simenoff slowly sat down, his eyes landed on the paper bag and suitcase, and took a harsh sip of cigarette.

The paper bag was filled with meat, sausage, a bottle of vodka, and a Chinese cigarette. At this time, in this city, it was an extremely valuable gift. I smelled the smell in the paper bag deeply and took the paper bag aside. Simenoff gently rubbed the black suitcase for a while. After a few minutes, he opened the box as if he had made up his mind.

The ink-scented dollar was floating neatly, revealing the green Franklin smile.

Outside, Hoynovic and his followers walked down the street towards the car.

"Will he agree? Do you want it, me," Guardian Foldjimere asked Hoynovic.
Chapter completed!