Great Power Industry: You're a private company building an aircraft carrier?

“Mr. Sunil, the two ships on the slipway here are the 18th and 19th ships of the Type 956 destroyer.”

"Work stopped at the end of 91, and it hasn't even been two years yet. The shipyard is in very good condition," said Fomichev Andrey Borisovich with a smile.

The name "Sovremenny-class" was given by NATO; this time, they didn't just pick a nickname, but named it after the lead ship, USS Sovremenny. The Russians have always used numerical designations. If a Russian were to speak ill of our Sovremenny-class ships, they would definitely be a traitor.

Upon hearing his words, the Indian naval representative, Sunil, nodded: "That's right, the two warships are in decent condition. However, many of your domestic supporting manufacturers have gone bankrupt. Can these two warships still be completed?"

"Of course, no problem. Spare parts for both warships are stored in the warehouse." Borisovich patted his chest and assured them, "As long as you place the order, we can start construction immediately and complete the ship within two years, delivering it to you!"

Sunil continued to gaze at the unfinished warship: "I just wonder if the rust on the surface will affect the warship?"

“Of course not, the surface rust can be easily polished off!” Chief Engineer Vladimir Sporidopoulo immediately picked up a piece of sandpaper, walked over, and wiped away the surface rust in a few strokes.

"Hmm, it looks alright. By the way, what's the price?"

"One billion US dollars per ship, the price is very reasonable!"

When the price came up, Grishin, a government official from Moscow, immediately chimed in: "This is our most advanced destroyer, far more advanced than your Delhi-class!"

"See those ramps on both sides of the bridge? When it's being outfitted later, they'll be fitted with powerful supersonic anti-ship missiles. One of them can easily sink a Nimitz-class aircraft carrier!"

"Yes, that's exactly what we've got our eye on with this anti-ship missile. But isn't a price tag of one billion dollars a bit too high?"

"Not high, of course not high. Our navy originally didn't plan to sell these two warships. After all, as long as our economy improves, we will be able to build warships! It's only because you Indians, our best friends, were able to buy these two warships."

"Okay, we hope to trade in rubles."

Instantly, many people present changed their expressions. What a joke! Who knows how much the ruble will depreciate!

During the era of the Red Empire, the ruble was very strong, with an early exchange rate of 1 ruble to 2 US dollars. Although the rate later decreased, it stabilized at around 1. However, with the fall of the Red Empire and the implementation of shock therapy, the ruble gradually became worthless.

In 91, it broke through the 100 mark. In 93, just after the New Year, the exchange rate broke through 500. In the middle of 93, the exchange rate broke through 800. If this trend continues, it will break through 1000 by the end of 93!

India actually wants to pay with rubles? Do they think we Russians are stupid? We may have a lot of body hair, but we're not brainwashed.

Seeing that the Russians wouldn't agree, Sunil gave an awkward smile: "The weather is really nice today..."

"Mr. Grishin, we've seen the warships here. Now, let's go to the conference room, where our chief engineer will give you a detailed explanation. How does that sound?"

“Okay, okay, okay!” Grishin nodded and left with his men.

Almost simultaneously, a passenger plane from the East landed at St. Petersburg Airport. After disembarking, Zhao Zhanliang, a foreign affairs officer from the local consulate, picked everyone up and got into a car. He spoke with concern in the car.

"Upon receiving the news from back home, we immediately launched an investigation. Sure enough, there are still two Sovremenny-class destroyers that are more than half-built at the Northern Shipyard. However, just today, the Indian naval representative, Sunil, brought a team here and is currently inspecting the shipyard. We..."

"We're still a step too late!" Wang Zhenhua frowned. "Sigh, if only the approval from higher authorities had been faster!"

"Yes, our navy is short of money. No matter what project we do, we have to do repeated feasibility studies first," Old Jin said. "These feasibility studies cause delays!"

Everyone in the car looked dejected.

Yang Xue looked at Qin Chuan expectantly: "Brother Chuan, do you have a solution?"

"That's right, Engineer Qin, before boarding the plane, didn't you say that you could take care of the Indians with just a few words?"

"Well, dealing with the Indians is just a matter of a few words," Qin Chuan said. "Don't worry, everyone. Tonight, let's adjust to the time difference and experience the charm of St. Petersburg. By tomorrow, we'll have the results."

"Engineer Qin, couldn't you have given everyone a heads-up?"

"Ahem, it's nothing really, just a few words. Let's stop at the bar up ahead for a bit, I'll go in for a drink, you guys go ahead."

Once the car came to a stop, Qin Chuan jumped out and waved to the people inside, saying, "You guys go back first, I'll come find you after I finish my drinks!"

“I’ll go too… as a translator.” Yang Xue jumped down.

Looking at Yang Xue beside him, Qin Chuan didn't know what to say. "I speak Russian, so there's no need for a translator." However, seeing her by his side, Qin Chuan suddenly felt a sense of comfort for no apparent reason.

"Then please be careful. If you encounter any problems, please call the consulate immediately."

In this place, calling the police when you encounter danger is not a valid strategy, because many dangers are caused by the police. When a country begins to decline, those who were originally responsible for upholding justice will also fall into depravity. The smugglers scattered throughout Russia have the most say in this matter.

Watching the car drive away, Qin Chuan said with a smile, "Since you're here, let's take a walk together."

Weren't you going to a bar?

"I was originally going to go, but now... it's nice to stroll around the streets for a while first."

A warm feeling welled up in Yang Xue's heart. Qin Chuan didn't want to walk around and date with her; he just thought that bars weren't suitable for girls and he was afraid she would encounter danger if she went in.

Am I becoming a burden to you?

"No, you just said you'd be my translator."

“Well, let’s walk along the road; we might run into a reporter from the newspaper,” Yang Xue said.

Qin Chuan was immediately startled: "How did you know?"

"When I received the assignment to come to St. Petersburg for negotiations, I spent three days collecting a lot of information, including memorizing the streets and major buildings of St. Petersburg. The building in front is the location of the St. Petersburg branch of the newspaper. The bar next door must be a place where reporters often go."

Yang Xue looked proud: "Brother Chuan, I bet you're planning to say these words to the reporters. After you say them, India will become the target of public criticism, and the plan to buy warships will have to fall through, right?"

"Oh, God is so unfair. He gave you such a beautiful appearance and a smart mind."

"Actually, I can go in with you..."

Just then, from a nearby phone booth, an old Russian man suddenly poked his head out and shouted to Qin Chuan, "Hey, buddy, do you have 15 kopek coins? I need your help urgently!"