Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

As night fell, Nikolaev Shipyard was enveloped by a thick layer of mist.

The guests visiting in the daytime have left, and the workers have returned to their homes to welcome the Orthodox Christmas with their families. Although this holiday is more embarrassing, it is better than staying in the factory and spending time. .

Among the large Black Sea shipyards, only the old factory director Makarov remains in the office before leaving.

The old man, with his hands on his back, stood at the window and looked at the No. 0 berth under the night not far away, with a mixture of hearts in his heart. Behind him, the purely mechanical watches produced by the former Soviet military watch factory still faithfully issued crisp Tick.

"Unconsciously, is it so late?"

A bitterness appeared on Makarov's face, quietly looking at the falling snowflakes in the sky, the mind was constantly echoing the conversation that took place in this office in the afternoon, and the special "demolition" that had seemed to have been seen countless times. "Contract".

"I didn't expect magic to exist in this world ... And it was still at this time that it appeared in front of me in such a form ... Apart from a little unreasonable and robbery, there was not much room for choice ... "

Whether it is the hope of fulfilling the Ulyanovsk, or the high deposit and precious food aid paid by the other party, it is the most urgent and eager thing for Nikolaev shipyard and Makarov at this time. ——As the head of the Nikolaev shipyard, famous for being punctual, Makarov is naturally aware of the inconsistencies in the afternoon negotiations.

When he opened the appendix of the contract and saw the last "Destiny Group is responsible for the confidentiality during the dismantling", and then contacted the magical magic that the wizards showed, 90% of Makarov was sure that he must be "forgotten". .

"A kind of magic that can erase memory?"

In fact, on this point, the other party does not seem to have any meaning to explain and cover up.

"It seems that the talks this afternoon were not all smooth sailing. Although judging from the monitoring of the gates and the descriptions of the guards, they only stayed in the office for less than half an hour, but in fact the time was far more than half. Hour! Such a weird ability is really scary ... I do n’t know if I ’m trading with the devil ... "

Makarov frowned, trying to recall for a while, and finally shook his head helplessly-except for the extremely smooth conversation process, he did not find any information in his memory, as if the time was suddenly pressed to fast forward .

However, in this situation, he will be extra cautious if he is replaced ...

After all, today's organization is no longer as pure as it was then, especially after Gorbachev disbanded the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, the form is getting worse, too many comrades have been arrested and betrayed, and the belief in red has already been transferred. underground.

As for the other party ’s behavior of taking advantage of the fire, Makarov ’s heart is actually more emotion than anger. Once that huge alliance has fallen, all the conscious forces will find a way to take a slice of the soup-instead of distributing it cheaply Traitors and capitalists with the stench of capitalism might as well choose comrades who have inherited some of the same beliefs.

Took a deep look at the boat platform shrouded in mist outside the window. The old man returned to his desk and sat down, thinking carefully.

"According to the progress of the previous project, the atomic steam generator has also been assembled in the workshop, the main modular components of the entire nuclear reactor propulsion unit have also been welded into the pipeline system of the first loop pump, and the main steel consumption does not require additional purchases. The anti-spyware is the responsibility of the wizards, the only problem is the time when the ship platform is closed ... "

"Even if it is 7 * 24 hours of uninterrupted work, it will take at least half a year ..."

The pen in Makarov's hands continuously wrote the various components of the aircraft carrier on white paper, and from time to time crossed out or circled some names, he kept calculating the possibility of shortening the construction period, and his face was full of dignity and worry.

"Half a year, it is almost the time to complete the normal dismantling. No matter how the wizards use magic to cover up, the berth needs to be completely vacated before that time node, and the sooner the better ..."

The old man suddenly raised his head and glanced at the metal clock on the table, remembering the living metal owl in his mind.

"Unless, magic can participate in the whole work ..."

Makarov looked at the densely written manuscript at hand, and breathed a sigh of relief, his wrinkled brows gradually relaxed, shook his head bitterly, and slowly lowered the pen in his hand.

Since it involves magic and the participation of wizards, it is not enough for him to think about it alone.

According to Miss Teresa Apokalis, a group of carefully selected and invited talents from the magical world will arrive at the Nikolaev Shipyard at the latest tomorrow morning to contact him for follow-up work .

For the rest of the time, it ’s better to eat and drink, and take a good rest ... It is foreseeable that he will have to spend the next Christmas with the dangerous and strange wizards. Too.

Thinking of this, Makarov stood up to move his arms and shoulders, walked to the glass coffee table in the corner of the office, and looked at the dish covered by the dish cover with some curiosity-this is the wizards The supplemental agreement ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ promises to provide meals for workers at Nikolaev Shipyard.

In fact, this is also a condition for the ultimate defeat of Makarov's psychological defense.

Since entering this fall, the entire Soviet Union has faced a very serious food dilemma: large-scale crop failures, inability to expand imports, coupled with private farms' refusal to hand over grain to the country, the entire Union has long been on the verge of famine.

The news of the disintegration of the Soviet Union even pulled the last layer of shame, and the bread reserves on the markets of the various republics that fell into a completely free trade and liberalized price system were almost sold out overnight.

The bakery is either closed or locked, or the shelves are scary ... The employees of the Nikolaev shipyard who have already stopped paying their wages for a month or two have naturally returned to their homes, or they have to find ways to find other ways. Either go back to the countryside to buy and find farmers who are still selling food and grain.

Makarov didn't expect much from the "richness" promised by the magic world.

"I hope not all brown bread with wood chips ... as long as the free supply of large Leba, mashed potatoes, and simple bacon is enough to keep those guys in the factory, of course, if there is vodka, then It's better ... "

"Well? This, this?"

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