Chapter 1001: Night in Moscow

In fact, for the Soviet Union, it was the various macroscopic grandiose buildings that were happy to be on display, the cinemas, the juvenile halls, all of which were standard under a planned economy, and even the small frontier towns 10,000 miles away were all about being small and complete, not to mention the fact that this was the capital city of the USSR, Moscow.

But these displays worked well for the rest of the British delegation, but that didn’t include Alan Wilson, who had seen too much, bigger and grander.

He was not surprised to see these things, but was surprised by the presence of Foltseva, the most powerful woman in the Soviet Union, it is very strange to be here, now Foltseva status is too high, in Khrushchev’s reorganization of the Central Presidency of the status of a member of the Soviet Union, in short, if the power of the Soviet Union ranked, on one hand can not be counted on both hands, definitely counted on both hands.

Today’s Foltseva is rarely seen after careful make-up, dressed in decent clothes, a look after careful preparation. Of course this careful preparation, only often follow Foltsevar’s secretary to know.

The Allen Wilson did not understand what the introduction of the person said, secretly looked at Foltseva several times.

“The great results of the Five-Year Plan ……,” the reception of the Soviets chattered to express their love for the great motherland.

“Hmph, huh ……” Alan Wilson let out an ill-timed laugh, his face full of disdain, as if his face was written on the abominable expression that you continue to blow, I believe that even if I lose.

“What are you laughing at.” Foltseva couldn’t help but open her mouth with an air of nonchalance, and the Soviet cadres around her also looked righteously indignant, glaring angrily at the imperialist partisan in front of them.

“Nothing, just simply amused.” Alan Wilson a column of calm, as the British Foreign Office permanent undersecretary, no matter how he has diplomatic immunity, but not worried about what security problems in Moscow.

“What’s so funny, are you laughing at Soviet state building.” Foltseva was unforgiving, she was really angry now, as one of the controllers of the Soviet Union, in no way could she tolerate a person laughing at her motherland.

“You want to hear it?” Alan Wilson hands pinned to his chest, self-conscious, “Although the information on the Soviet Union, we foreigners are not very well informed, but the words of this receptionist, unavoidably some exaggerated what collectivism, for the Soviet Union’s so-called Five-Year Plan results, I personally skeptical.”

Seeing a group of Soviets with a bad face, Allen Wilson did not panic at all and continued, “In terms of the Soviet Union’s dimensions, there are limitations on the development of many industries and agriculture, and three months to complete a juvenile palace? Maybe it is really possible to rush the time, but it will inevitably bring quality problems, your country in the propaganda of Vladivostok compared to San Francisco, do not consider the impact of climate on the city? So why should I believe in the so-called construction results of the Soviet Union? Huh? I’m more inclined to think that the USSR succeeded in planting corn in Siberia during the winter, and that might still work.”

The time suitable for construction in the USSR was only three months a year, and the hard time available for construction was only six or seven months a year, which created a lot of problems for the implementation of the Soviet Five-Year Plan. For example, there was no time when there was material, and no material when there was time.

Alan Wilson has lived in the high latitudes over, there are places where sleeping in the street may be more difficult, but for the high latitudes sleeping in the street is not difficult, it is a matter of life and death. And the climate of the Soviet Union is even more severe than the environment in his previous life.

I see, the corner of Foltseva’s mouth curled up slightly, lazily said, “This English gentleman may not be too aware that difficulties are temporary and not without a solution. Producing concrete precasts, I produce and maintain cement precasts when I have materials and no time, and when the time comes, I install such precasts.”

“Keeping in mind that the time to install such cement precast is also very long, the Soviet approach was simple and crude mechanization. The cost of cement precast is much higher. Of course you’re a planned economy and you can keep the cost not so high by compressing labor costs, who makes the Soviets happy to give.”

Alan Wilson is still a bit gloating, not at all polite to poke the so-called prefabricated components of the approach, which is no way out, but not forgetting to slap a sweet date, “I recognize some of the achievements of the Soviet Union, but may not be as great as you say, and if my words just now have offended, then I am sorry, I can also praise the USSR, to the The current Soviet Union, I would call it an infrastructure fiend, how about that?”

It wasn’t too much of a compliment to say that, the Soviet Union’s percentage of work in the construction field amounted to thirty-seven percent, which wasn’t much worse than the rest of the world combined. The construction field had always been a headache for the Soviet Union, and a very important point as to why the Soviet Union couldn’t carry out a two-year plan and had to carry out a five-year plan was the problem of the construction cycle of this plant.

“It’s obvious that you imperialist people are just relying on the original accumulation to dictate to the self-builders of the country.” Foltseva laughed coldly, “Then let’s see who will shed a tear in ten years, in fifty years.”

The Soviet Union, of course! Alan Wilson counted on his fingers and felt that the victory would inevitably belong to the free world, and said unimpressed, “If you have this time to bash imperialism, why don’t you find a way to raise the wages of the construction workers, and don’t treat them like cattle and horses, it’s better than nothing, oh almost forgot, currency is worthless if it can’t buy anything. In a sense, hardening your devotion for a great cause is a kind of propaganda that has to be employed.”

Considering the relationship with the Soviet Union, Allen Wilson had better euphemize poor pussy so as not to irritate the Soviets’ ego. This is all for the sake of national relations considerations, all self-interest.

Once something starts, it has to continue, and in the midst of a day trip to Moscow arranged by the Soviet side, Allen Wilson had to play the role of an enemy, and he was fine with that, as a warm-up before Nixon’s arrival.

“The Soviet Union certainly has a big overcapacity problem in a lot of areas, unfortunately we don’t know the exact figures.” Back at the Grand Hotel Ukrainian, Alan Wilson told Foreign Secretary Macmillan about his great day, heavily undermining the Soviet side’s self-promotion.

“It’s a good thing you’re a diplomat or you might not have gotten away from Moscow.” Macmillan thought to himself that this permanent undersecretary was bold, and mused, “We don’t have the data on the Soviet Union, and the economic system runs differently, so a blind diatribe could be offensive, and this isn’t London.”

If it was London, Macmillan wouldn’t mind taking a strict stance and bashing the Soviet Union, even if it was to tell lies that were more than obvious, but this was Moscow, the capital of the Soviet Union, so one would have to think twice before doing so.

The Foreign Secretary, who was in Cao’s camp and decisively bowed his head, all but lost his toughness in London and showed a flexible moral bottom line, “We need to show our good side, not seize on our opponents’ pain points and keep attacking them.”

“Minister, what you said makes so much sense.” Alan Wilson was all admiration, expressing praise for the attitude that in Moscow I was coy and in London I struck hard, this is the kind of foreign minister Britain needs.

Tomorrow is the day of Nixon’s arrival in Moscow, Allen Wilson knew that the minister was going to rest, so he walked out of the room and went to the place that had been arranged for him, “Who arranged this, why is it so far away.”

Allen Wilson had been arranged to live in a room that was far away, which was one of the reasons he was having an evil fit today.

Pushing open the door to his room and backhanding the door shut behind him, Alan Wilson pondered how to brush up his presence on the kitchen debate, when the time came, once he performed well, it might serve as an important capital item for promotion to Cabinet Secretary, and then looked up and almost peed in shock, “Why are you here?”

“This is the Soviet Union, I’m wherever I want to be, who dares to bother me.” Foltseva shook her keychain in a tone not unlike Alan Wilson’s when he was in London over a decade ago.

“It’s not the same, Ekaterina, matters of life style are quite different in the USSR than in England.” Alan Wilson gulped and lowered his voice, “Lubyanka is no joke.”

“And the National Security Council scares the British? They should be honored. The KGB’s old Grand Company isn’t even a member of the Central Presidium, and that’s all he’s a threat to the Central Committee members.” Foltseva bent closer and said, “Mr. Wilson, oh, Sir, you weren’t so timid in London. What’s the matter with you today?”

Foltseva was now a step above the KGB boss, and the KGB threat to her was almost nonexistent. It would be a real problem if the KGB chairman was on the same level as her, but not now.

Fitness can slow down aging, Alan Wilson swore that he absolutely did not lie to Foltseva, this is his conclusion after the observation of the film queens, the after-effects are not without, Greta Garbo several people now face obviously hardened a lot, no longer the former soft beauty, but which is a perfect way to slow down aging?

“and Brezhnev to get on good terms.” Already out of the body before the body first died Allen Wilson, succumbed to the obscenity of the culture czarina, temporarily forget what bullshit free world.

Culture czar? Foltseva, with a slight forehead, inquired, “Where did you get that title from.”

“I studied Orientalism.” Alan Wilson unhurriedly took back the initiative, “I heard that you and your comrades, there was a hint of unhappiness? You are the former Minister of Education, think about it, why does Chinese history include the history of the Mongolian plateau? Mongolia is all but an independent country now.”

Foltseva grimaced and fell silent, then gave a laugh, “Even pure comrades inevitably stumble, the more the truth is argued, the clearer it becomes, it’s all quite normal.”

“If there is wine, I would really like to drink a toast to this noble comradeship.” Alan Wilson nodded approvingly.

After a battle with the culture czar, the outstanding representatives of the old imperialism lost their sharpness, and followed the foreign minister to meet Nixon, who had just arrived in Moscow, were somewhat listless.