After thinking about it, Zhang Xingming asked: "Is there a pier on the island that can be temporarily stopped?"

Xu Xiaoya said: "There are only a few decent marinas here, and they can only dock ships for dozens of meters. Large ships can only park in Giosen Bay in the northwest. There are no piers there, and they are natural water ports. However, there are two cities two kilometers away, occupying the only lowlands, and the near sea is a mountain with an altitude of more than 300."

Zhang Xingming grabbed his head and said, "Then let's go here, hurry up and ask someone to come over to explore and map. Is there any water marking information here?"

Xu Xiaoya said: "Yes, very detailed."

Zhang Xingming said: "Prepare for the biggest tide in fifty years. It must be strong. If it is decided here, it will not be a short time. Don't let the big waves take them away in the future, that will become a joke."

Xu Xiaoya turned her head and chatted with the official for a few words, and turned around and said, "He said that as long as there is no typhoon here, the threat of the waves will not be great."

Zhang Xingming waved his hand and said, "Let's negotiate terms. It's meaningless to say these nonsense. I still know that there will be no waves without sea water. There is less typhoon energy in front of the Atlantic Ocean?"

Xu Xiaoya said: "There is no way. All the suitable places have been occupied. All the surrounding large islands have been visited. The Venezuela Bay is the most suitable, but you rejected it."

Zhang Xingming said: "That is an oil transportation line, right next to the Panama Canal. Are you stationing a fleet there? Do you want to go to war directly with the Bald Eagles?"

Xu Xiaoya stuck out her tongue, said a few words to the accompanying officials, and the group went down the mountain to return to Luosuo.

Zhang Xingming ignored the negotiations. The team from John would do better than them. The group returned to the hotel to rest.

In the evening, news came, and the negotiation team obtained the permanent use rights of 30 square kilometers of land in Ateinson Bay for 400,000 pounds. At the same time, John St. Migal Maritime Defense Company was established in Rosso, headquartered in Ateinson Dominican. It will invest 3 million pounds to build a headquarters base, harbor dock, dock and affiliated factories in Ateinson, and plans to recruit 30,000 migrant workers across the island.

The Dominican government prepared a celebration party after signing the contract, believing that this will be a wonderful beginning for the development of the Dominican economy.

At 8:30 pm, when Zhang Xingming and Xu Xiaoya smiled hypocritically and praised each other with Dominican federal officials, it was exactly 8:00 am here.

The thick military boots were squeaking and squeaking. The heavy furry military boots were stomped in half a foot thick snow. Hoynovic walked on the road in a dog fur coat, and the white air exhaled from his mouth was sprayed out at least half a meter away.

Due to economic reasons, this once glorious city is now in a state of decadence, and no one cares about the snow on the slightly off-road street. This kind of thing has not happened in nearly a century.

The snow was heavy, and the car could not drive in at all, so it could only walk. Fortunately, the purpose was not far from the main street, more than 300 meters.

It was a four-story cement building, which was the most common office building in factories and mines in China during this period. In front of the building was two rows of brick and tiles, and several cars were parked in the yard and covered by heavy snow.

When I walked into the building, several people felt a sense of ease. Walking in such thick snow was not easy, and I was really tired.

After stomping the snow on his feet, several people followed Hoynovic upstairs. The heating in the building could no longer serve as a heating function. It was warm and the corridor was a little cold, but fortunately the wind could not blow in.

The doors of many offices were open, and the room was empty. A few documents were thrown on the ground, which seemed very messy.

The second floor, the second to last office on the right.

Hoynovic turned his head and looked at the people behind him, adjusted his breathing, and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Hoynovic pushed open the door and walked in. The decoration in the room was very simple. Against the wall was a row of wooden bookcases filled with engineering books, certificates, trophies and models.

"Hello Comrade Simenov." Hoynovic took off his gloves and stretched out his right hand to the fat man standing behind the old desk.

"Hello, Comrade Hoynovic, I have worked hard all the way. The snow has been a bit heavy these days. Please sit down." Simenov and Hoynovic shook hands and pointed to the chair opposite the desk.

Both of them are famous figures and are the leader in their respective fields. However, they don’t have much contact in actual work. They just occasionally meet and say a few words at some meetings, and their personal relationship is zero.

"Do you smoke? Comrade Hoynovic." Simenov pointed to the medal cigarette on the table.

Hoynovic took out a bag of China from his pocket and threw it to Simenov: "Come on this, it's not easy to get it." He took out another bag and sucked one and held it in his mouth.

Simenoff raised his eyebrows and smiled, took a cigarette box and took a look, took it apart, and smoked one, saying, "Moske can still get it occasionally, they all come from the border. Now the army is relying on this to earn military expenses. He pulls the military chariot of the cigarette roll and runs in all directions. The cigarette rolls, soap, shoes or sweaters, are all best-sellers anyway."

Hoynovic lit a cigarette and said, "Comrade Simenov, how is your current situation?" He reached out to help Simenov light a cigarette.

Simenov took Honovic's hand to light a cigarette and took a sip, raised his eyebrows and said, "Our neighbors have completely surpassed us in light industry and left us far behind. And we only have steel, a large amount of steel and explosives. What can we do? The design bureaus of the research institutes across the country have stopped working due to funding issues, and many have been dissolved."

Hoynovic said: "My place has been completely shut down. My pride is thrown on the dock, soaked in the sea and waited for rust. There are no one in the entire factory except for the thieves. I think there are still people here at work? Are you still producing?"

Simenoff exhaled a long smoke and said, "Who knows, it's still in production, but I don't know where the next batch of materials will be. It means selling a batch for exchange for money, but I haven't had an interview with me yet. I'm a little better than you, at least the things can be sold."

Hoynovic said: "What's the difference? Even if you sell what you're doing now, it doesn't make any sense and it doesn't exist anymore. Do you think the money will be allocated here? Or the factory below? The result is the same, and research and production will stop until a result comes to an end, but no one can guess how long it takes to make this process."

Simenov sighed and said, "Yes, I understand, but what can we do? It would be even worse if we don't produce the comrades below. It's already very bad now. Just insist on counting one day."

Hoynovic said: "You are a little better here. All work has been stopped there, and there are not even people who can remove snow. You still have hope, but I am only despair."

Simenov asked: "What are you doing at Moske at this time? Apply for grants?"
Chapter completed!