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

When it comes to honors from the Soviet era, the first thing that comes to mind is the Soviet Hero.

This honor is given to individuals or groups who have made heroic contributions to the country, but it is very difficult to obtain, and the main group is the heroes who emerged during wartime.

At the same time, the Order of Lenin was established to reward units and individuals who made contributions in various activities, such as work practice, revolutionary movements, defense of the country, and promotion of peace.

As the name suggests, the most prominent image on this medal is that of a great revolutionary leader.

Compared to the title of Hero of the Soviet Union and its accompanying Gold Star Medal, this Order of Lenin was equally valuable, representing one of the highest honors bestowed upon the people during the Soviet era.

The Order of Lenin has different designs depending on the era.

The first medal featured a tractor in the background, and because the image was so prominent that it overshadowed even the Great Leader, the second version was redesigned. Apart from the design, the surface was not silver-plated and was called the "Gold Head" version.

Later, the leader's portrait was made entirely of platinum, becoming the third type.

The first two types each had a mintage of one or two thousand pieces, which is not a large quantity and has high collectible value.

The third type had a mintage of 460,000 pieces, so it wasn't very valuable.

At this moment, the one that appeared at Qin Chuan's feet was the gold-headed version, of which a total of two thousand were issued.

If this isn't a knock-off, it's still worth buying.

Qin Chuan had initially thought the other party was selling their body, but it turned out they were selling medals. Feeling a little embarrassed, he quickly bent down and picked up the medals.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"It's alright, if you really care, please help me buy this medal. It'll only cost you five hundred dollars, please..."

The woman's tone was full of pleading.

In 1993, the international gold price was $409 per ounce, and one ounce is 28.35 grams. The Order of Lenin weighs 33.6 grams, of which 28 grams are gold.

It can be said that the price the other party asked for was only slightly higher than the price of gold, without adding the value brought by the honor of the medal itself.

"Your medal looks dull and grayish; it doesn't look like real gold at all. Could it be fake?"

"No, no, it's true, this Order of Lenin belongs to my grandfather."

"Under his command, they successfully salvaged the main gun turret of a battleship, converted it for use on the shore, and it even participated in the defense of Sevastopol. The name of that battleship was..."

The young woman was in a hurry and couldn't remember for a moment, which made her very nervous.

"Queen Maria?"

"That's right!"

The woman nodded: "How did you know?"

"Was your grandfather named Chilikin Mukovlevich Fedotov?"

"Do you know my grandfather?"

The woman was even more surprised: "My name is Najesda Ivanovich Fedotetseva, you can call me Nadya."

Li Jianshe watched from the side with some surprise. "Brother Chuan, what are you guys talking about?"

They were a bit impatient when they first met, but now they're both very enthusiastic. Are they talking about the price?

Brother Chuan, we can't do this!

How is your grandfather doing lately?

Qin Chuan asked, "Why did you secretly take his medal of honor and sell it? That's not a good idea, is it?"

Qin Chuan certainly knew: Chilikin Mukolevich Fedotov, the designer of the Soviet battleship!

Qin Chuan had read the old man's biography and knew that he was a famous warship designer during the Tsarist era.

The battleship sank because its number one turret exploded, so he salvaged the remaining turrets and turned them into coastal defense guns.

I never expected to run into his granddaughter here.

Is the old man dead?

"My grandfather is in the hospital, and we can't afford the medical bills, so..."

"How could that be? Your grandfather was such a meritorious official..."

Qin Chuan's gaze passed over Najesda and fell on a trash can not far behind her, where several elderly people had already rummaged through things.

It's all because of this special era!

When the Soviet Union collapsed, everyone clapped their hands and shouted slogans to send it off, thinking that a new era was about to begin, just like the Western world.

As it turned out, they were wrong. Their wonderful life lasted only a few months before they fell into complete hell.

The newly appointed leaders wanted to get rid of all the shadows of the past, and all domestic enterprises ushered in a wave of privatization, giving rise to oligarchs, while ordinary people were left destitute due to shock therapy.

Take 1993 as an example, the inflation rate in the United States was as high as 4,700 percent!

At the beginning of the year, you can buy a motorcycle with the money you have, but by the end of the year, you can only buy a loaf of bread!

In this situation, the wealth of ordinary families vanished without a trace.

Wealth doesn't appear out of thin air, nor does it disappear out of thin air; it can only be transferred.

The wealth of ordinary people has been concentrated in the hands of a few, making life extremely difficult for them.

A former national hero, now unable to pay hospital bills – what a tragedy of our times!

"Yes, if we can't pay the hospital fees today, my grandfather will be kicked out. Please, help me!"

"If you don't want this Order of Lenin, I can do anything else... anything else!"

Najestad glanced at Qin Chuan, then lowered her head again.

"Come on, take me to see your grandfather."

"it is good."

Li Jianshe followed Qin Chuan curiously, hesitated a few times, but finally couldn't help but ask, "Brother Chuan, have you agreed on a price? If you really want to, you can just go to a hotel. Why are you going to have sex in the wild?"

“Jianshe, what are you thinking about? Let’s go see an old elder.”

Alt Hospital in Nikolayev.

The smell of disinfectant filled the entire hospital, and outside the payment window, everyone looked worried.

"What's going on? Last week's hospital bill was only 50,000 kubans, but this week it's 200,000 kubans?"

“That’s right. The cost of purchasing various supplies for the hospital is also skyrocketing, and our cobblestones have become worthless.”

"Two hundred thousand is the price this week, and it might go up next week. If you want a stable amount, then bring US dollars!"

An impatient voice came from inside the window.

During the Soviet era, the ruble was the national currency. After the breakup, the Soviet Union hastily issued a new currency, the kuban. Due to severe inflation, it quickly depreciated and became worthless. In 96, the hryvnia was reissued.

In 93, the largest denomination of the Kubon was 2000 in the first half of the year, and the 5000 Kubon came out in the second half of the year.

By 95, even larger banknotes of 1000000 and 2000000 kubans appeared, somewhat similar to the Zimbabwean dollar.

"Pay or not? If you don't pay, we'll discharge Fedotov from the hospital!"

"me……"

The man spoke while reaching into his pocket, but he simply couldn't produce that much money.

Just then, a voice rang in my ears.

"How much is that in US dollars? I'll pay for a month's bill!"

The man looked in surprise at the new face that had suddenly appeared beside him, and then at the woman next to her.

"Nadya, and who is this?"

"Uncle, let me introduce you. This is a friend from the East, Qin Chuan. Qin, this is my uncle, Valery Vasilyevich Babic."

“Mr. Babich, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ll pay you first, and then we can talk more.”