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

When Makarov returned to the Nikolayev shipyard, he saw a large number of cars parked at the outfitting dock.

He knew who it was just by looking at the dazzling three-pointed star logo.

"Director Makarov, Chernomyrdin, Gromov and other guests have already gone up, and Mr. Kuchma is accompanying them."

"okay, I get it."

For the first time, Makarov smiled.

It seems today is a good day. Not only are people coming to take away the scrap metal from Order 107, but Order 106 will also be reborn.

Filled with hope, he strode forward.

Back in those busy days, he would walk around every part of the ship every day, and then hold a meeting in the hangar. Over time, his men named the road he walked "Makarov Avenue".

This avenue was filled with his loyalty to the country and his dedication to his work, and now...

Makarov entered the hangar, climbed the gangway to the island superstructure, and then exited through the island's hatch onto the deck.

Before I even got close to the group, I could already hear the arguing.

“Mr. Kuchma, we have come with good intentions. Our Russian Navy is very much looking forward to completing the construction of this aircraft carrier and incorporating it into our naval fleet. We are prepared to pay the remaining 30% of the construction cost. However, how can you be so greedy as to demand the full amount!”

“Mr. Gromov, you should know that this warship is the property of our Ermao. If you want it, then of course you have to pay the full construction cost.”

"If you only want to pay 30% of the cost and drive it away, then we are betraying the country!"

Kuchma's tone also became serious.

"No other navy besides our Russian Navy can buy it! If we don't buy it, this warship will ultimately suffer the same fate as the Ulyanovsk!"

Gromov said, "This warship was originally built during the Soviet era. What does it have to do with you two? Giving you the remaining 30% of the cost isn't enough to satisfy your appetite?"

“That’s right, it was built during the Soviet era, but now it’s our property!”

Kuchma's expression was serious: "If you don't want it, we reserve the right to sell it to other customers!"

"How dare you!"

A sudden wave of sorrow washed over Makarov.

The scene of the entire Soviet Union working together as one to build these heavy aircraft-carrying cruisers flashed through his mind again.

The steel plates needed for the aircraft carrier were transported from the Ural Mountains; the nuclear reactor needed for the aircraft carrier was developed by the Ocean Equipment Bureau; the catapults were made by the Volgogradsk Plant; and the conventional heavy oil boilers came from the Leningrad Boiler Plant…

Although only 30% of the work on the aircraft carrier has been completed, a large amount of equipment is still needed.

Are these devices still being manufactured? Can they still be supplied as planned?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

After the collapse of the Soviet Union, many factories closed down and many technicians left, leaving them with a lack of a leadership organization to coordinate the overall situation.

Can these arguing guys ever be reconciled?

"Director Makarov, you've finally arrived! You be the judge for us!"

Chernomyrdin spoke up: "Tell me, shouldn't we pay the remaining thirty percent, instead of the whole amount?"

Kuchma coughed a few times without speaking. "Makarov, don't forget which country you're in now!"

Makarov's face was full of bitterness. He looked away from the rusty steel plates and at the expectant eyes.

The most painful thing is going from hope to despair. Makarov had already been despaired, and he wanted to shatter these people's illusions.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Varyag can no longer be completed."

"why?"

Makarov did not answer.

What do you need to complete an aircraft carrier?

Chernomyrdin asked, "Whatever you need, we'll give you!"

"The Soviet Union, the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, the State Planning Committee, the Military-Industrial Commission and nine defense industry ministries, 600 related specialties, and 8000 supporting manufacturers required a great nation to accomplish this."

Everyone was silent.

Only a powerful nation could build such a powerful fighting machine, but now, that nation no longer exists!

The setting sun shone on the rusty deck and on every lonely figure.

They came full of anticipation, but now they've all come to their senses.

This aircraft carrier was destined never to be built because that powerful nation no longer existed!

The setting sun shone on the entire city of Nikolayev and the entire earth, and the evening glow dyed the horizon red, as red as blood.

"This sunset is so beautiful!"

Li Jianshe sighed.

Qin Chuan smiled: "Beautiful? The moon is rounder in foreign countries, and the sun is more beautiful in foreign countries? What about foreign women? Jianshe, look at all these beautiful women on the street, aren't you tempted?"

"If you like her, we only need to spend ten dollars to have a woman like that play with you for a night."

"Brother Chuan, what are you talking about? Back when we were thugs, we could eat, drink, and have fun, but we absolutely didn't gamble, drink, or smoke. That was the rule you set back then. Have you forgotten it?"

Qin Chuan smiled; in truth, he was just indulging in his own venting.

What's so great about Russian girls? They seem to have devilish figures and angelic faces, looking incredibly desirable. But if you actually... well, if you don't shave every day, their skin will reveal fuzzy body hair, and they have that peculiar smell if they don't wear perfume...

Not everyone can tolerate that.

The deposit for the North Plant has been paid, and they've started calling on workers to install control equipment. Makarov has disappeared again, and even Yaroslav, whom we just met, has vanished.

Qin Chuan didn't care, since he had been here countless times in his previous life anyway.

He led Li Jianshe on a walk, looking around as they went, and they arrived at the Mark Pallas Hotel in the city center.

A blonde, blue-eyed, long-legged woman stood at the hotel entrance. She had a hot figure and was dressed provocatively, looking like a woman who worked in that profession.

Qin Chuan frowned, wondering whether he should take Li Jianshe on a detour, when the young woman walked over.

"Excuse me, do you need...?"

As the other person spoke, they extended their hand.

"unnecessary."

Qin Chuan quickly shook his head. He was a typical talker; he spoke very openly, but in reality, he didn't have the guts to do it.

Li Jianshe couldn't understand their conversation, but he had eyes. Seeing the other party making a move to pull or shove, he swung his arm at them.

"Step aside!"

With a whoosh, something slipped from the woman's hand and rolled to Qin Chuan's feet.

Qin Chuan was startled. "Jianshe, you idiot, don't you understand this is a staged accident? You..."

Huh, this thing...

Under the setting sun, the thing glittered, and on its front was a head that was all too familiar.

This is... the Order of Lenin?