“Send Frieda into Bollywood.”
"What? Deepak, are you serious?"
“Yes, I am serious.” Deepak nodded.
"Your condition is too flexible. Please make it clearer."
"To make her an actress and a supporting actress in a play, you only need to do these two things."
“Deepak, let me remind you that casteism is also prevalent in Bollywood.”
According to the unspoken rules of Bollywood, actors of a certain caste can only play roles of the same caste as him, and actors of lower castes cannot play roles of higher castes. Only Mubadala can play various roles across castes at will, so Bollywood is full of Khans.
Most of the Bollywood actresses have the common feature of being fair-skinned and beautiful. Even if there are a few rare black pearls, their skin color is just wrong, but their caste is not wrong.
It is almost impossible for a low-caste girl like Frieda to make a name for herself in Bollywood. Even with capital support, it is not easy. For a black girl to play the eldest daughter of a high-caste family, not to mention the Bollywood behind-the-scenes staff, even the low-caste audiences will not agree. Isn't this an insult to their IQ?
"I know, you just need to do what you should do, and I will consider the rest myself."
"OK, deal."
After saying goodbye to Deepak, Nan Yi first sent Gong Xue to Austria for vacation, letting her take a good look around there and pick a place she liked, and in the future build a holiday villa there that would belong only to the two of them, realizing the life described in Haizi's poems.
After hearing Nan Yi's inspirational words, Gong Xue began to look forward to the trip to Austria.
From the moment Nan Yi landed in London, he was transformed into a slave. He was first scolded by Catherine all day, and then he served her from Boleyn Castle to Portland Hospital.
The delivery process went very smoothly and Catherine did not suffer too much. However, during the delivery, Catherine still greeted Nan Yi's whole family and scratched Nan Yi's wrist until it was bruised.
On January 31, 1989, the Little New Year in the South, at the auspicious time of six o'clock; on January 30, 1989, at 23:06:35 London time, Nan Yi's third child came into the world, the daughter he had been waiting for for so long.
The joy was very short-lived. After Catherine recovered, she launched an offensive and started a battle for naming rights with Nan Yi.
After seventeen or eighteen battles of varying sizes, Nan Yi signed the unequal Boleyn Treaty. All the names he proposed were overturned, and Catherine gave her daughter a big name - Catherine Boleyn II.
After the big account was settled, Nan Yi didn't win the fight for the small account, and little Catherine was given another small account called "Kate" by big Catherine.
After getting both the large and small sizes, Catherine generously gave the naming rights of the Chinese name to Nan Yi.
Needless to say, Nan Yi had already decided on the Chinese name: Nan Ruojin. This was the name Nan Yi wanted for his daughter.
After the battle for naming rights, Nan Yi fell into a state of panic.
He was fine when he came out, but as the New Year was approaching, he couldn't go back. He had to follow Nan Ruojin's schedule, feed her when she was hungry, wipe her poop when she was hungry, and if Nan Ruojin pouted, Nan Yi would jump up from the bed.
Not only that, Nan Wuwei is eagerly waiting for Nan Yi to come back and spend the New Year with him. The two girls in Xiangyuan want him to go back to Shanghai to spend the New Year with his family one day in the first month of the lunar year, and they have to send a plane to take him there...
Nan Yi had to deal with them one by one, but it was really a torture for him.
Fortunately, Nan Ruojin must have come to repay her kindness. The first month after a child is born is the most difficult to take care of. Nan Yi already has rich experience in this regard, but Nan Ruojin is very easy to take care of. She did not show any symptoms such as catching a cold, diarrhea, fever, etc. She would sleep after eating and eat after waking up. She did not cry much and made Nan Yi love her very much.
After the first month, it was already the first month of the year in China, and the joint venture project had been in place for two months. The machine tool factory also began to inquire about the progress.
Nan Ruojin also entered the most clingy stage. Out of selfishness and the psychology of compensation, Nan Yi became the most familiar smell and the most familiar voice to Nan Ruojin. Naturally, she was also more attached to Nan Yi, wanting Nan Yi to hug her and wanting Nan Yi to play with her fingers and clapping games.
She has to be with him. If she opens her eyes and doesn’t see Nan Yi, she will cry.
You have to bear the consequences of your own actions. Nan Yi can only control India's affairs remotely and fly to Mumbai from time to time.
March 20th, Spring Equinox.
Nan Yi flew directly from London to Varanasi and went to the director's office of Priya Hospital as soon as he got off the plane.
Jacky had no children, so his estate was naturally inherited by his nephew Deepak, and the position of director of Priya Hospital was naturally taken over by Deepak.
Nan Yi and Deepak gradually became familiar with each other and the politeness became less frequent. As soon as Nan Yi arrived at the dean's office, Deepak asked someone to pour him a glass of mineral water and then got down to business.
"I have already inspected the Shancheng Machine Tool Factory and I basically recognize their technical strength. Moreover, the relationship between our two countries has improved. As long as I pay a certain price, the joint venture can proceed smoothly."
Nan Yi took a sip of water, stroked the wall of the cup with his fingers, and waited quietly for Deepak to say next.
"Adam, Mr. Tang has told me about your ideas. I have to admit that your ideas are very good and feasible, so I hope you can invest in Pulsar Motorcycles in the name of the Labor Group, and we can work together to make Pulsar a success."
"Pulsar? That's the name of the joint venture?"
“Yes, Pulsar is also the name of the future motorcycle brand.” Deepak nodded.
Nan Yi pretended to be in deep thought for a while, "Deepak, the party that Sonu Sharma and the Sharma family behind him are close to is not the same as the one you are close to."
"Adam, you still don't know enough about India." Deepak stood up and walked to the window, "The interests of the Tivedi family and the Sharma family are in different regions, and there is no grudge between the two families.
Moreover, as two families belonging to the same high caste, we have a common understanding between the two sides - to safeguard the interests of the high caste and allow the privileges of the high caste to continue from generation to generation.
Why does India have multiple political parties?
This is because we high castes have our own family interests. For the development of our families, families need to compete with each other for resources. Naturally, we will support different parties to represent our own interests.
Why have more and more low-caste people become important figures in various political parties in the past decade or so?
Because we are afraid, we don’t want to see any high caste family dominate, nor do we want to see the lower castes wake up and unite to fight against the high castes.
Therefore, we want to open a way for the lower castes to climb up, and we want the lower castes to understand one thing - it is not because of their caste that they cannot become big people, but because they are not working hard enough. "
"I understand." Nan Yi nodded, "This world has not changed since ancient times. It is still a family-ruled country. The country is the family-ruled country, and the country is the aristocratic family. What has been changing is the aristocratic family's surname, and what has not changed is the aristocratic family."
"Yes, at least our India has not changed." Deepak turned around and said, "Adam, what you are worried about will not happen at all. I have made an appointment for you with Uncle Vajpayee to meet at Tivedi Manor at 3 pm tomorrow."
"Okay, I'm a little tired after sitting on the plane for too long. We'll talk about the pulsar tomorrow night. I'll go to the hotel and rest first."
"OK, I've booked a room for you."
"Oh, thank you."
On the way to the hotel, Nan Yi kept chewing over Deepak's words.
After all, he was influenced by his surroundings since childhood. Once he put aside love and fantasies, the shrewdness engraved in his bones immediately burst out.
Sonu is not easy to deal with, Deepak is not easy to deal with either, and they are even harder to deal with when the two of them get together. Nan Yi wants too much, and he challenges someone above his level, so what lies ahead of him is naturally hell mode.
The next day, Nan Yi met Vajpayee at the Tividi Manor. After some conversation, he successfully gave away 10% of the shares of Shiva Group (India). At the same time, in return, he also received two promises made by Vajpayee on behalf of his group.
After sending Vajpayee away, Nan Yi started negotiating with Deepak again.
"Adam, I have negotiated with Shancheng Machine Tool Factory about the shares, and both parties have basically reached a tacit understanding. We hold 65% of the shares, and Shancheng Machine Tool Factory holds 35%. As for the interests of Central China Trade, they will be divided between Shancheng Machine Tool Factory and Central China Trade through negotiation."
"Well, tell me, how much do you want to give to the Labor Group?"
“The highest share I can accept is 20%.”
"It's too little. You didn't have to give me anything, but if you want to give me something, it can't be too little, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the shareholders."
"How much do you want?"
“25%.”
"Too high." Deepak shook his head and said, "I'll give you 2% more. This is my bottom line."
"Okay, I'll give in and take 22%, but you have to promise me one thing."
"you say."
"Since we are going to be partners, we must cooperate with each other in a friendly manner. We should not be too aggressive and leave some room for maneuver."
Nan Yi said this on behalf of the Shancheng Machine Tool Factory, or more precisely, for the workers of the machine tool factory. If Tang Jiangjin and Deepak were to collude with each other, and Tang Jiangjin were to use his power at the expense of the public interest for his own benefit, the workers of the machine tool factory would be cheated and cry.
"Adam, please speak more clearly."
"Tang Jiangjin is actually just an employee. No matter how well he does, the rewards he can get are very limited. According to normal human nature, it is normal for him to feel unbalanced. Don't say you can't think of this."
Deepak smiled and said, "I understand, Adam. I have to say once again that your worries are unnecessary. This trip to China has allowed me to see the potential for China's economic development. I plan to invest in China.
So, I will give Mr. Tang some personal benefits, which can save me some trouble, but I will never give him too much, you can rest assured about this. "
Hearing Deepak's words, Nan Yi felt relieved. As long as Deepak was willing to go out of India, he would have more initiative. It was difficult for him to control Deepak in India, but it was easy outside.
No matter when and where, Nan Yi is not afraid of facing a strong opponent. If he can beat him, he will beat him. If he can't beat him, he will either retreat with the victory or make friends with the opponent.
Nan Yi is not afraid of anything else, but he is afraid that the referee will not be satisfied with whistling against him, and will roll up his sleeves and go on the court to help the opponent beat him. There is no way to win that battle.
Nan Yi knew very well that his worry was not unnecessary. From what he had seen and heard in his two lifetimes of more than sixty years, he had never seen a referee who did not blow the whistle unfairly. On the contrary, he had seen many referees who directly blew both competing teams off the field and made themselves the winner.
"Deepak, you have a good vision. China's economy definitely has great potential. If you invest now, you will definitely get rich returns in the future."
"Ha, I think so too." Deepak smiled and said, "Are you in a hurry to go back to London this time too?"
"Yes, it has been almost three days since I came out, and it will take another day for me to fly back. In these four days, I don't know how many times my daughter has cried." Speaking of his daughter, Nan Yi's face was full of smiles.
"Haha, Adam, you must be a good father."
"certainly."
Nan Yi chatted with Deepak for a while and then said goodbye and left. He boarded a plane to London that night.
When he returned to Boleyn Castle, Nan Yi saw his eldest daughter lying on the sofa with her younger daughter in her arms, the two of them talking and laughing at each other.
Nan Yi took off his coat and handed it to the maid Anna. He smelled his own scent and then walked two steps away from the sofa and stood still. "When did you arrive?"
"It's already halfway through the day, Daddy, Kate is so cute."
"You're just as cute as before. Please sit down first while I go take a shower and change my clothes."
Going upstairs, Nan Yi washed himself thoroughly inside and out, then he looked under the ultraviolet light for a while, adjusted his mood, and then changed into new clothes and went downstairs.
Nan Ruojin is still young. No matter it is superstitious ghosts or scientific bacterial disorder, Nan Yi will try his best to avoid bringing dirty things to his young daughter. He doesn't want to be a father who is usually careless and beats his chest and stamps his feet when something happens, and even wants to hit his neck with a porcelain knife.
"Give me."
Nan Yi walked to the sofa and took Nan Ruojin from Nan Ruoyin's arms. Seeing that Nan Ruojin was already asleep, he put the child in the crib and waited for a while. Seeing that Nan Ruojin showed no signs of waking up, he signaled to Nan Ruoyin to go to the garden.
"Ruoyin, if I ask you to fly between Xiangkeng and Mumbai, can you handle it?" After arriving at the garden, Nan Yi said this to Nan Ruoyin.
"Dad, you want me to take over India?"
"It's not quite taking over, it's somewhere between a puppet and a spokesperson. Although you're smart and have been through several years of training, you're still a little short of being able to truly take charge. But there's nothing I can do. There are only a few people in our Nan family who can do things, and the matter in India is very important. I can only force things to happen and let you take up the responsibility."
"Hehe, Dad, I'm still a child. I don't have a waist, so I won't feel tired." Nan Ruoyin said with a laugh.
Nan Yi stroked Nan Ruoyin's head, hugged her and sat down on the swing chair, "If you have 10 billion US dollars now, do you think it is enough for you to spend your whole life? I mean food, clothing and daily necessities, not including ideals and ambitions that are independent of personal enjoyment."
Nan Ruoyin stuck out her tongue and said, "A lifetime? Dad, I'm only fourteen years old, and you want to discuss such a long-term issue with me?"
"Who told you that you are a demon, you are so precocious. There are some things that Dad has never discussed with you directly, but I guess you have probably figured it out. Dad will never hand over Nan Corporation to you. It's not that we are related by blood. You know that I have always regarded you as my own child..."
"Dad, I know." Nan Ruoyin hugged Nan Yi and whispered, "You gave me the most, more than Youqiong and Wuwei. The assets I have now are Dad's... Dad, how many times more now?"
Nan Yi frowned and said, "Don't mention this sad thing. It will hurt our feelings."
"Hehe, anyway, I already have a lot of assets now. If I keep making more money, it won't be long before I can make 50 billion US dollars or 100 billion US dollars. I can't spend all this money."
"Little girl, you like to beat around the bush . I know you are not short of money. Tell daddy, what are your ideals and ambitions?"
Nan Ruoyin raised her head and looked towards the sky. "Dad, I believe there must be aliens outside the earth. I want to fly out of the earth and look for aliens in the universe."
"Your ideal is a bit too big. Let's not talk about whether it can be realized in your lifetime. How do you know what aliens are like? Do you remember what Dad told you about the imaginary existence of us humans living in the bodies of giants?"
"Remember, you said that we humans are germs." Nan Ruoyin said seriously: "Dad, even if we humans are really germs and the Earth we live on is just the giant's hemorrhoids, I also want to go through the rectum and take a look inside the giant's stomach."
"Are you sure this isn't just a passing thought?"
"Sure, definitely and for sure, Dad, I want to die on the way to explore outer space. I want to see if humans are ants."
"If you believe in UFOs, then we humans are mostly ants. They have the ability to come to Earth, but we don't have the ability to leave. You have to know that ants live quietly in the wild and may live a very peaceful life.
But if ants nest under our noses, it is a provocation to humans. We may tease them, just like you used white sugar to attract ants to write black words. We may also directly raid their homes and wipe out their clan. They are just ants, so we can just kill them and no one will feel guilty.
You would not choose to eat ants when you have chickens, ducks, geese, cows, and sheep to eat, just because ants are not tasty and are too small to fill your teeth."
"Dad, are you saying that the reason why our Earth has not been invaded and enslaved by aliens is because we are so weak that the aliens don't bother to even look at us, and because we are worthless to them?"
"That's a possibility. There's another possibility. We humans didn't evolve. Darwin's theory of evolution is wrong. We humans were created by a higher kind of creature. Or we were created like a machine. The earth may just be a human tank, and we are just spectators.
It is also possible that the Earth is just a petri dish, and we humans are 900 billion billion billion... countless microorganisms under a billion-fold microscope, and aliens have been studying and observing us all along. "
Nan Yi grabbed Nan Ruoyin's chin and said, "Ah, this microorganism is not good. It has grown crooked. Use some 84 disinfectant to clean it off."
"Dad, you are too pessimistic. Maybe we are the overlords of the universe?" Nan Ruoyin said as she broke free from Nan Yi's hand.
"Dad told you a long time ago that before doing something, you should first anticipate the worst possible outcome. Only when you can bear this outcome can you take action. You thought so beautifully from the beginning. Aren't you afraid that the truth will deviate too far from your expectations and you will collapse because you can't accept it?"
"No, I am prepared to die, and I also have beautiful aspirations."
"Then there's nothing to say. Go ahead and work hard to realize your dream. Daddy wants to go to Mars, so we can go together in the first half. Do you want to partner with Daddy? We can establish an alien research institute independent of the Nan family?"
"Okay, let's start by studying the space transportation system." Nan Ruoyin cheered.
"Huh? Why haven't I heard of this term?"
“NASA’s STS.”
"You want to show off your ability, right? Next time, just talk about the space shuttle. You've really set a very high bar. We have nothing but money, and you dare to talk about researching the space shuttle? Don't aim too high, start a research project on improving rocket fuel first."
Nan Ruoyin stuck out her tongue and shrank her head, "Hey, okay."
Nan Yi then explained the lottery matter to Nan Ruoyin and asked her to keep an eye on the preparatory work so that they could launch the project when the right opportunity came.
…
After Nan Ruoyin left with her mission, Nan Yi became a full-time nanny.
Remote control, taking care of children, reading newspapers, and taking a walk in the garden every day, these four things have become the theme of Nan Yi's life for nearly half a year.
Nan Yi has actually not been idle in the past six months.
After reading the public report on the main work points of the State Education Commission in 1989, Nan Yi called Huang Saner and told her that the spring of adult training classes had arrived, and if she wanted to do English training and other training, she should start this year. Of course, she would have to find a collective unit to affiliate with.
In late April, Nan Yi took Nan Ruojin to the hospital for a physical examination and accidentally saw a poster about the prevention of hepatitis B in children on the wall of the hospital. This reminded Nan Yi of a memory.
At that time, the country was still using a large number of stainless steel injection needles for humans. One needle was repeatedly used for subcutaneous injections on different patients. The skills of barefoot doctors in the countryside varied greatly. Some medical staff took chances and injected the next patient without sterilizing the needle or sterilizing it thoroughly. This caused many patients to contract diseases, especially hepatitis B.
Thinking of this, Nan Yi called Leng Yan again and asked her to introduce a production line for disposable syringes and organize production as soon as possible. He planned to buy syringes worth 50 million yuan and donate them to the health department in the name of Wuchen Pharmaceutical for free distribution to medical stations in rural areas.
As for where the 100 million will come from, Nan Yi has not figured it out yet. Anyway, the money does not have to be received all at once. He still has 2 million US dollars. He can find a private person to exchange it for RMB, which will be enough to last for a while. He can worry about the rest later.
In May, Nan Yi read in the newspaper that Carnegie Mellon University had developed a driverless car.
This car uses a combined laser and voice control device, which enables it to judge distances and obstacles like a bat. The multi-lens stereo camera on the car can scan the road ahead, and the car automatically adjusts its speed and direction based on computer-processed data.
Nan Yi is not sure whether this type of research direction in driverless driving has any prospects, but since a real product has been developed and is extremely related to high technology, he is willing to support it with money.
I called Rachel and asked Pan American Investment to do an internal assessment. I would invest more or less, and it would not matter if the money went to waste. I would just treat it as brushing up the data and lowering the investment success rate of Pan American Investment. Of course, I would also hold an investment press conference to publicize the great sentiment of Pan American Investment, "I will pay for your dreams."
Nan's money is not invested randomly, but with a plan.
By June, Nan Ruojin was no longer so clingy and could accept hugs from Catherine and the maid, but Nan Yi continued to stay in Boleyn Castle, going up to the roof from time to time to adjust the satellite dish to aim it at the Dongfanghong-2A satellite so that he could watch the TV programs of the Imperial Court Channel.
At the end of June, Nan Yi estimated that the weather in Beijing had changed from cloudy to overcast, so he embarked on his journey back home. He did not fly directly to Hong Kong, but instead transferred in New York.
…
Scarlett Manor.
In the bedroom, the floor was in a mess after the violent and scalpel-like attack.
Nan Yi was lying on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, his face pale, his eyes dull, his chest and back covered in bloody scratches from the wild cat, it was a horrible sight.
"Show me the photo."
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"When have you seen me put photos on my body?"
Nan Yi would carry his wallet when he wanted to and not carry it when he didn't want to. He would throw it everywhere wherever he went. It was impossible for him to put photos in his wallet. Besides, it would be inappropriate to put anyone else's photos in it except Fang Mengyin's.
"Who does he look like?"
"The hair and nose are like mine, but everything else is like Catherine."
"Hmm, that should look pretty good, and could be used for marriage in the future."
"I just thought you were joking." Nan Yi said unhappily.
"No, I'm serious."
"Don't think about it. If you want to arrange a marriage, just adopt one. It won't be unfair to her if she marries a second-generation son of a consortium."
"Ha, who do you want your daughter to marry?"
Nan Yi pulled the quilt and turned over, "I won't marry anyone. I will support her for the rest of her life. Go to sleep."
Scarlett kicked Nan Yi on the butt and said, "Don't go to sleep yet. I have something to discuss with you."
"You talk, I'm listening."
"First of all, the drones that were tested in Sierra Leone are pretty good. Should we open a weapons manufacturing company to specialize in the development and production of these small drones?"
" No, apart from firearms, Nan's will not engage in the business of other weapons."
"OK, just as I expected, you really won't agree. I respect your opinion." Scarlett shrugged and said, "The second thing I want to say is that I brought back a very cute black orphan from South Africa. As a father, you should go visit him as soon as possible."
"Well, I'll go tomorrow. How is the charity fund in Cape Town running?" Nan Yi turned over, sat up and leaned against the head of the bed.
"Everything is going well. Many of our fund's beneficiaries buy wine right after receiving the money and spend it all in a few days. I am considering whether to negotiate with the wine companies in Cape Town about a sales commission."
Nan Yi sneered, "It's just right. We can use more of the charity fund's funds for advertising and keep track of the records. When someone slanders us for doing fake charity in the future, we can use this evidence to slap them in the face."
“Should we replace some of the funds with food? There are many black children living in slums in South Africa, and their food and medical care are not guaranteed.”
Nan Yi frowned when he heard what Scarlett said, but then relaxed again, "You make the decision. The South African plan will be entirely yours, and I will take over some of the Soviet revisionist work."
"Hmm, when do you think the black people in South Africa will rise up?"
"That depends on when the oil problem in the Middle East is solved. A strong South Africa ruled by the Boers is only in the interests of the Boers themselves. Other countries do not want to see an overly powerful country in Africa, which will destroy the good situation of world peace and is not in line with the positioning of Africa's large mines and the dumping ground for major countries to eliminate their weapons stockpiles."
"What a pity! If we could do arms trading, we would probably make a lot of money." Scarlett said regretfully.
"Scarlett, has your life been going so smoothly in the past few years that you have developed the illusion that you are omnipotent? Are you really not afraid that the weapons groups around the world will target you? You definitely don't care about the money from selling AKs. If you dare to touch other things, the ground-penetrating missiles will come to visit Scarlett's manor."
"Fuck, don't treat me like an idiot. I know what not to touch." Scarlett turned over and jumped onto Nan Yi. "You've rested enough, continue."
…
After being tortured by Scarlett all night, Nan Yi continued to look through various materials the next day.
Since the first advance payment was made to Wuchen Pharmaceutical in June, Nan Yi has been frantically looking for a speculative opportunity that suits him. The shorter the time, the better, and the higher the return, the better.
It is very difficult to find such an opportunity, as it requires a turning point in the market. Nan Yi searched everywhere, but all he found were traps or huge amounts of capital required, which were suitable for the Nan family. He had the little capital in his hands that could not withstand a wave, so he did not need to join in the fun.
In two or three days, Nan Yi read through countless documents, and finally he fixed his attention on the reports of the US-Soviet talks.
Nan Yi was very clear that the United States and the Soviet Union had had several contacts since the beginning of this year, and were also preparing for a summit meeting between the two sides. Combined with the memory in his mind, Nan Yi knew that the Cold War was about to end.
Nan Yi had previously only considered the issue of the "end of the Cold War" from the Nan family's perspective, but now, from a personal perspective, he has discovered a new world.
After picking up the phone and making a few calls, Nan Yi was sure that the Soviet revisionists were short of money, and very short of money.
What to do if you are short of money?
Attracting foreign investment or issuing government bonds, but the credibility is ruined, who would step into the trap?
"Reputation... How will Su Xiu restore his reputation?" Nan Yi's mind raced as he tapped the table rhythmically.
After thinking for a long time, Nan Yi still couldn't figure it out.
Just when he was confused, Scarlett walked up to him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Don't bother me. I'm so poor and I'm just thinking about how to make money."
Nan Yi waved his hands impatiently.
Scarlett smiled playfully, "The annual interest rate is 30%. Based on your credit, I can lend you up to $300 million."
"Turn right and go straight for three miles. There is a Wells Fargo Bank there."
"Adam, I kindly remind you that you promised to give Adler a baseball team, and it's been a long time since you promised."
"I don't need you to remind me. I remember it. I want to ask you when did the credibility of the Soviet revisionists start to deteriorate?"
"Ha, your history is really bad. In 1917, the Soviet revisionists announced the abolition of all debts from the Tsarist era. From that time on, international capital questioned the credibility of the Soviet revisionists."
"Tsarist Russian debt." Four words popped up in Nan Yi's mind. "If you want to borrow new debt, pay off the old debt first. If you have borrowed and paid back, it won't be difficult to borrow again."
After figuring out the ins and outs, Nan Yi looked up and said, "Lend me someone from the Scarlett Fund."