If someone comes to you and asks you to cooperate with him with a lot of benefits, but does not require you to pay too much for him, would you dare to accept such cooperation conditions?
There is no doubt that no matter which businessman encounters this situation, the first thing he has to consider is what the other party's intentions are.
Nan Yi needs Berezovsky, but it cannot go to him directly to ask for cooperation. First, it will scare the other party and make him have wild thoughts. Second, it is not a good deal to go too far and it is easy for the lion to ask for too much.
We can't be impatient about Berezovsky's matter, we have to take a roundabout approach.
Nan Yi has three offices in the consulate, one on each of the first, second and third floors. The third floor is where confidential information is discussed, the second floor is where he usually works, and the first floor is where he works with Aksinya.
There are now two , a large desk for Nan Yi and a smaller secretary desk for Aksinya.
“Evelin, help me think about this, if I want to invite a dozen people, maybe fifteen or sixteen, probably no more than twenty people to the banquet, where would be the best place to hold it?”
After Nan Yi figured out how to contact Berezovsky, he told Aksinya that he made a slight change in the way he addressed Aksinya, from calling her by her last name to her first name.
"What style will the banquet be, solemn or casual?" Aksinya asked, putting down the pen in her hand.
Nan Yi will not let people wait for free meals. Aksinya has now been involved in the management of Friendship Leather City, and she is responsible for coordinating and handling some trivial matters.
"I want to relax with people I know and meet a few strangers, business people and politicians. The atmosphere should not be too formal, but also not too lively."
Aksinya thought for a moment and said, "There is a light bar near Sparrow Hills. It was converted from a light bulb factory into a creative restaurant. It has a great environment and a large space. It's perfect for hosting a banquet."
"Sparrow Hill?" Nan Yi thought about it. He had indeed seen red bricks and tiles near Sparrow Hill, similar to factory buildings, but he had never been close to check them out. He couldn't help but confirm again: "Do you think it's suitable?"
"Yes, I think it's very appropriate."
"Since you think it's suitable, let's set it there. Today is the 6th, so let's set it on the weekend of the 17th. The budget can be a little higher, the dishes should be as rich as possible, and the drinks can be as you like. I'll have someone send my own wine over." Nan Yi paused and continued, "Do you have any acquaintances in the song and dance troupe? Any one will do."
"I know someone in the Alexandria Red Banner Song and Dance Troupe." Aksinya said with a hint of disgust on her face. She vaguely guessed what Nan Yi was planning.
"Very good, invite a few female singers and dancers. It would be best if they come in a private capacity, and the remuneration can be as generous as possible. Also, remember to explain to them that you are simply inviting them to perform, and they don't need to do anything else. Of course, if any of them wants to do something, it is their freedom."
At this point in time when everyone is in danger and worried about their future, those who are smart and want to find a way out will naturally take the initiative. As long as the people from the song and dance troupe come, they will know how to write the rest of the story themselves.
Nan Yi only provides a venue and an opportunity for a talented man and a beautiful woman to have a close contact. Whether they are strangers, wives or lovers depends on each individual.
Nan Yi's words made Aksinya feel better. She nodded and said, "I'll get it done."
After arranging the banquet matters, Nan Yi also arranged some other work matters. After that, he immediately rushed to the Moscow Railway Station and boarded the train to Warsaw.
Nan Yi hasn't seen his daughter for a while, so he wants to go and stay with Nan Ruojin for a few days.
When he first came to Moscow, Nan Yi did not take a plane. Firstly, he wanted to experience the journey of the K3 train in depth. Secondly, he was frightened. He was still in fear of the shooting down of a South Korean passenger plane in 1983. In the Soviet revisionist airspace, he decided not to fly in the sky. It was safer to run on the ground.
Similarly, he didn't dare to fly directly from Moscow to London, and could only take a plane to the nearest Warsaw. As for private planes, this area was directly designated as a restricted area, and they would never fly here.
They set off in the afternoon and arrived in Warsaw that evening, because evening flights are slightly cheaper. Many people would try to save money on a short flight of more than two hours like the one from Warsaw to London. Therefore, Nan Yi and his party did not buy enough tickets and could only take the earliest flight the next day.
The next day, Nan Yi appeared in Boleyn Castle. Catherine knew he was coming, so she waited in the castle and did not go out.
When Nan Yi was in the bathroom trying to wash off the bad luck on his body so as not to offend his daughter, Catherine, the landlady, was afraid that he would default on the rent, so she impatiently chased him into the bathroom and asked him to pay first.
When the wind stopped and the rain stopped, it was already 12:30 noon, which was Londoners' favorite lunch time.
A plate of roasted Welsh lamb with some salad and three vegetables is the lunch for Nan Yi's mistress and her family of three. He and Catherine will have a glass of wine, and Nan Ruojin will have a glass of milk.
There is a small farm ten kilometers outside of Boleyn Castle. It was bought by Catherine, who raised a few dairy cows and built a small milk sterilization workshop. The milk that Nan Ruojin usually drinks is delivered from there.
As for ordinary ingredients, they are distributed by Houji Agriculture and Nuwa Animal Husbandry’s farms and ranches in the UK, while high-end ingredients are distributed by SGF. SGF’s cold chain has built a framework that can currently meet the needs of its own family and some high-end customers.
Not counting the value of the ingredients, due to the small quantity delivered, there are naturally fewer people to share the cost. The additional shipping fee a customer needs to pay each time starts at US$300, so we can only serve high-end customers.
Just as Nan Yi was helping Nan Ruojin cut steak, Catherine suddenly said, "Robert Maxwell is dead."
"who?"
"Owner of Maxwell Communications, Mirror Group, and the New York Daily News."
"so?"
"I want to take over the Mirror Group."
Nan Yi put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with his napkin. "If it is your personal behavior, I will not comment. If you want to acquire it in the name of Bolin Investment Holdings, I'm sorry, I am not interested in the newspaper group."
"Why?" Catherine asked in confusion: "Adam, you know the benefits of holding the mouthpiece of public opinion, don't you?"
"Of course I know. It is precisely because I know the power of public opinion that I don't want to touch it. Public opinion is a double-edged sword that can hurt the enemy as well as yourself. If you just want to create momentum for a product or brand, you can just spend money. You don't need to own a newspaper group.
I have no interest in writing stories and smearing my enemies in newspapers. Business problems can be solved by business means, and if I make enemies in other areas, I can solve them with corresponding means.
If someone attacks us in the newspaper, that’s fine…”
Nan Yi stopped talking abruptly, looked at Catherine's face, and gave her a look that showed understanding.
Catherine understood Nan Yi's look, but she had a different opinion. "Adam, some things don't have to be handled with drastic measures. They can be solved with gentler means."
"Hmm, maybe what you said makes sense. If you want to acquire the company, just use your own name. No, you should find an agent to do it. Catherine, you are already ostentatious enough as the club chairman. Enough is enough."
After Nan Yi finished speaking, he looked at Nan Ruojin and saw a smear of sauce on the corner of her mouth. He picked up the napkin and helped the little girl wipe it off.
Catherine glared at Nan Yi, maintaining her aristocratic etiquette, straightening her back and cutting the steak. She was a little dissatisfied with Nan Yi's arrival, which had disrupted her training of her daughter.
Nan Yi waited until Nan Ruojin had eaten and drunk her fill, then put on her coat, tied a light pink scarf around her neck, and put a red woolen hat on her head. He then took the little girl out shopping. After strolling along the Thames for a while, the little girl suggested going to see the place where Jack had lived.
Thinking that he would question Catherine about her thoughts when he got back, Nan Yi took Nan Ruojin to the Whitechapel district in East London, the area where Jack the Ripper committed crimes.
Obviously, there is no trace of what happened more than a hundred years ago . Nan Yi took the slightly disappointed Nan Ruojin through Brick Alley, admiring the various bizarre graffiti on the walls for a while, and then came to Old Spitalfields Market, an ancient red brick building that has existed for nearly four centuries.
Old Spitalfields is a large indoor market with many entrances. You can see the whole market from any of the entrances and plan your route in your mind in an instant. There are all kinds of small stalls scattered in the middle of the market, and fixed shops around it, including cosmetics stores, clothing stores, jewelry stores, coffee shops and even barber shops.
Passing by the hamburger shop in the market, Nan Ruojin saw the shredded pork burgers in the hands of customers. She looked up at Nan Yi, her eyes watery and shining, as if she would cry if Nan Yi didn't buy one.
There was nothing he could do. Nan Yi couldn't resist his daughter's eye attack at all. He could only buy her a hamburger obediently. When she brought it to her mouth and took a bite, whoosh, a stream of sauce shot onto Nan Yi's nose.
Seeing that her sauce had run away, Nan Ruojin stretched out her little hand that was already covered with sauce and scraped it on Nan Yi's nose. The sauce spread and Nan Yi's nose was evenly spread. Looking at Nan Yi's ugly appearance, a smile appeared on the little girl's face, and she took back her fingers and put them in her mouth to lick them.
Nan Yi gave a helpless smile, reached into Nan Ruojin's pocket and took out a handkerchief, put a bib around her neck, took out his own handkerchief to wipe her nose, and continued walking forward while holding the little girl.
He stopped for a while in front of a stall selling personalized cups, picked up a cup with a cartoon snake pattern and showed it to Nan Ruojin. Nan Ruojin shook her head to indicate that she didn't like it, so Nan Yi put the cup down and continued forward; personalized wine bottles, personalized snack boxes, personalized accessories, several stall owners were very young, and the things they sold had a bit of artistic standard, and it was obvious that they were people who loved art.
Nan Yi originally planned to be generous and buy one, but unfortunately he didn't see anything particularly exquisite or that he liked, and the little girl's eyes didn't shine. Passing by a stall selling some old stuff, Nan Yi stopped again, his eyes deeply attracted by a sword.
At a glance, it should be a sword of ancient Chinese style, but the gilded pattern on the scabbard can show a bit of Tibetan style. No, it is a bit similar to the architectural style of the Chinese city I saw a few days ago, and it should also have a bit of Mongolian style.
Glancing at the sword guard, he saw a face that was probably that of a mythical beast, which looked like the face of a stone lion, with its eyeballs inlaid with rubies. Just looking at the sword guard, Nan Yi vaguely felt that it had a Persian flavor. He didn't recognize what the mythical beast was, but it was definitely not a lion.
After asking the stall owner and getting his consent, Nan Yi put Nan Ruojin down, picked up the sword from the stall, held it in his hand, and examined it carefully from top to bottom.
The iron used for the hilt was very strange. Special craftsmanship was used to create fine grain protrusions on the hilt. Nan Yi touched it with his hand, but couldn't tell what material the protruding grains were made of.
There is a protrusion in the middle of the two sides of the hilt, decorated with irregular small flames; the end is a more rounded three-leaf shape, and the outer circle is a relief of curled sea waves.
The scabbard is made of wood, with a layer of gilded iron and leather on the outside. The combination of the three makes the scabbard look more upscale. Looking closely at the pattern on the scabbard, Nan Yi can be sure that it is in the Tibetan style, which is almost the same as the decorative style on the Tibetan knives he has seen.
After pressing the sword buckle once, Nan Yi pulled the sword out of the scabbard. As soon as he pulled it out a little, an ancient seal inscription immediately appeared on the sword. There was no need to recognize it. Just by looking at the shape of the characters and the sword itself, it was certain that it was the character "sword".
Pulling it open a little more, two more ancient seal inscriptions came out. The character in the middle was easy to recognize. It looked like a lamp stand holding up a few oil lamps. It was clearly the character "乐". Looking at the first character, it was crooked, with two horizontal and three vertical lines put together, like an abstract painting of a river. It was hard to associate it with words.
But when Nan Yi saw this word, he felt a little uneasy. He happened to know this word. Two years ago, when he assisted Luo Qianqian and others in solving a tomb robbery case, he studied the "Yongle Encyclopedia" for a few days. The word on the sword was clearly "Yong".
"Yongle Sword? Zhu Di's accessory?" Nan Yi muttered in his heart, "That's not right. Why would Zhu Di have a sword that combines so many foreign styles?"
Nan Yi was a half-baked man when it came to antiques, and he didn't have much knowledge. He put the sword back into the scabbard and asked the stall owner, "How much is it?"
The stall owner, who had obvious British features on his face, heard Nan Yi's question, put his right palm into his sleeve, raised his hand and said, "Hold hands."
"Fuck!" Nan Yi cursed in his heart, "Fuck, Chinese, it smells like jealousy, and it's also fucking hand-holding. This damn English guy not only speaks authentic dialect, but also knows how to take advantage of others. What a bastard, I have become a sheep."
"No need to go through so much trouble, let's just omit the tens digit." Nan Yi said, making a two gesture with his left hand, "Do you want to sell this number?"
The stall owner glared at Nan Yi like he was an idiot, and said with a bit of disdain: "In the early 15th century, Emperor Yongle ordered the royal weapon workshop of the Ming Dynasty to forge a sword. This sword was a gift to the Tibetan Living Buddha and was known as the Yongle Imperial Sword.
During the Qing Dynasty, the sword was sent to the Forbidden City. Later, when the Old Summer Palace was built, the sword was placed in the Old Summer Palace. I bought this sword from the descendants of the soldiers of that time. I will not sell it for less than this price. "
After the stall owner finished speaking, he raised his right hand, spread out his five fingers, and hit Nan Yi from the front and back.
Nan Yi guessed that the stall owner gave him two fives, which could not be two fifties, nor five hundred or five thousand. It was clearly two fifty thousand, or one hundred thousand pounds. It was obvious that the Englishman had decided to take Nan Yi.
"One thousand?" Nan Yi asked tentatively.
The stall owner rolled his eyes at Nan Yi and took out a piece of felt as if he was going to wrap up the Yongle Sword.
Silence is better than words at this time, the stall owner really knows his business.
"Wait." Nan Yi stopped the stall owner and looked him in the eyes and said, "Is this London?"
"Yes, what's the problem?"
"Therefore, the rules of China's antique business are invalid here. If the sword is fake, I will find you." Nan Yi said in a warning tone.
"OK, do you want to see my National Insurance number?" the stall owner said confidently.
Nan Yi was very depressed. He didn't like the current situation at all. The initiative was in the hands of others and he could only let himself be manipulated.
He took out his phone, called Ke Jianzhen, and described the characteristics of the sword to him.
"There is a mythical beast at the sword guard position, and its eyes are rubies?" After listening to Nan Yi's description, Ke Jianzhen confirmed.
"Yes."
"Like a lion?"
"It looks like something spooky, and I think it has something to do with religion."
"That's the Garuda bird, also called Qiong, the guardian bird in Tibetan Buddhism. Look at how many sides the sword has."
Nan Yi asked the stall owner for the sword again and checked the cross section of the sword. "It should be eight sides."
"Is there a dragon in flames in the middle of the sword?"
"right."
"Nan Yi, if the sword is real, it is a priceless treasure. How much is the other party asking for it?"
"100,000 pounds."
Ke Jianzhen pondered for a while and said, "We can make a bet. Also, listen carefully, this sword has never fallen into the hands of the Qing court, let alone entered the Old Summer Palace. It is nonsense to say that it was stolen by the Eight-Nation Alliance. I can be sure that before 1980, this sword should have been in Wuchuan."
Nan Yi walked away with the phone in his hand, "Are you saying that this sword was smuggled out?"
"Yes, an old friend of mine in the United States told me that the Metropolitan Museum of Art collected a Tibetan sword last year. It is impossible that the sword went abroad very early. I asked around and found out that someone saw the sword five or six years ago."
"I understand."
After hanging up the phone and walking back to the stall, Nan Yi gave the stall owner a "five".
The stall owner shook his head, "Ten, not a cent less."
"eight."
"Ten. The Royal Armouries came to me. They..."
"make a deal."
After paying the money at the bank, the sword came into Nan Yi's hands. He asked someone to send the sword back to the castle first, and Nan Yi continued to wander around the city with Nan Ruojin.
When night fell, we returned to Boleyn Castle. Bond and Bloody Mary, the 007 team members who were responsible for following the stall owner, came back to report that they had followed him to his residence.
After hearing Ke Jianzhen say that the Yongle Sword was originally in Wuchuan, Nan Yi immediately drew up a route map from Wuchuan to Tubo and then to Nepal in his mind. About two thousand years ago in his previous life, Nan Yi had been to Nikko City and knew that there were several antique markets there. He also had some knowledge of the inside story of Dzi bead speculation.
The establishment of an antique market requires the accumulation of cultural heritage and trading atmosphere. For example, the popularity of Panjiayuan and Liulifang in the capital is due to the accumulation of culture bit by bit over hundreds of years. If Riguang City did not have this kind of accumulation and atmosphere, the antique market would not have been built.
Thinking back, at this time, there must have been a group of antique dealers roaming around and occupying Nikko City.
China's Cultural Relics Law was promulgated only a few years ago, and it mainly targets the mainland's cultural relics transactions. Tibet is a complete blind spot, and Nepal happens to be right next door, and you can just walk a few steps and walk out the door. It's difficult to smuggle other things, but it's not easy to smuggle antiques.
Smuggling national treasures is simply outrageous. Anyone can punish such a villain who does such a bad thing. Killing him is not enough to appease the public anger. One hundred thousand pounds, don't let people follow and see if there is any opportunity for black robbing black. Nan Yi is very upset.
Nan Yi and Nan Ruojin had dinner together. Catherine was still out and had not returned. This woman was obsessed with restoring the glory of the Boleyn family. She was keen on attending some aristocratic gatherings and never missed a meeting of the House of Lords. In addition, as the chairman of Chelsea Football Club, she showed up in public every day, like a socialite.
Nan Yi had a lot of complaints about her. There had been no progress on the Adam Award matter he had entrusted to her, and she was busy hanging out outside every day. He planned to give her a good scolding.
Of course, Catherine was not as bad as Nan Yi complained. Nan Yi just disagreed with her liking to be in the spotlight. He hoped that she could be more low-key. However, he would not force her to change.
After dinner, Nan Yi watched the cartoon "Sleeping Man" with Nan Ruojin for a while, and then went to bed early with her.
The next day, Nan Yi took Nan Ruojin to the suburbs of London for a day. After returning from the suburbs, they went to Julu Street and prepared to have dinner on the street.
He did not go to Longmenzhen which had already been sold. Although Longmenzhen was now one of Fen Juhua’s main customers, Nan Yi did not think of patronizing it.
The dishes currently sold at Longmenzhen are all semi-finished dishes, while Fenjuhua is positioned as a high-tech enterprise within Nanshi. Its technological content is extremely high. It has laboratories and a group of talents proficient in both cooking and chemistry.
Pink Chrysanthemum's products are precisely in compliance with the food standards of various countries, and there will absolutely be no products that do not meet the food standards leaving the market. However, Nan Yi, who likes high technology, is particular about the original flavor of food. All the ingredients in the Nan family's recipes will be infested with insects if exposed to room temperature for three days, with salt being the only exception.
Arriving at the door of a Cantonese restaurant, Nan Yi looked up and saluted. Engels had lived upstairs here for a period of time. Every day, Engels would leave from here to go to work at the family business, Omen Engels Company.
Because of his bad relationship with his father, the head of a company, Engels could only receive a meager salary, but he would still withdraw 5 to 10 pounds from the new water every month to support Marx, his wife and three daughters, who lived not far away and worked at home.
[At that time, a skilled worker earned about 18 shillings a month (20 shillings = 1 pound), which was enough to feed a family of four. If there were weddings, funerals, illnesses, or schooling, it might be a bit tight. Well, this seems to be nonsense. Since the emergence of the working class, there has never been a worker who has not lived a tight life.]
After Nan Yi finished telling Nan Ruojin the story about Engels, he carried her into the restaurant, found an empty seat and sat down. Just as he was about to call the waiter, a middle-aged woman came out from the counter and walked straight towards him.
"Song Zihao?"
Following the voice, Nan Yi looked towards the middle-aged woman's face and quickly recalled that the face of the middle-aged woman in front of him seemed familiar, but he didn't know her name. Nan Yi could only be sure that the restaurant in front of him was definitely not open at that time. If he remembered correctly, it was a cafe and the owner was a white man.
I know his name is Song Zihao, and he should be an old man who worked with him when he was running the Longmen Formation here. The other party should be the one Wu Zaisheng brought him here for a visit, and they met on the day he introduced the person to him.
Moreover, the other party definitely did not run a restaurant. Before Longmenzhen opened, Nan Yi visited every Chinese restaurant on Juelu Street and had some impression of each restaurant owner.
"Hello, hello, big sister, long time no see, why are you changing to catering?"
"It's not easy to run a laundry business, so I saved money for a few years and finally bought a foreigner's coffee shop and opened this shop. You're amazing. Longmenzhen opened shops all over the UK in just a few years. I heard that Longmenzhen changed its owner a while ago. So, did you buy it out?"
"It's not that I'm great. I was the only one who managed this store in the beginning. Later, I started a chain and brought in several shareholders. I don't have much stock left and I don't really manage anything."
"I thought so. I haven't seen you for a long time." The middle-aged woman suddenly realized and said, "Take a look at the menu and see what you want to eat. I'll give you a discount."
The middle-aged woman hinted that she wanted to end the conversation, and Nan Yi responded knowingly, "Thank you, big sister. There are quite a few customers in the store. Go ahead and do your work. I'll talk to you later."
"It's true that a goose leaves its voice behind, and a person leaves his name behind. It seems that I should seldom come to Juelu Street in the future. I wonder how many people still remember Song Zihao."
After the middle-aged woman left, Nan Yi sighed inwardly, opened the menu, and asked Nan Ruojin to order dishes by looking at the pictures...
When Nan Yi and his daughter finished their meal and were about to leave, two new guests walked into the restaurant lobby, a man and a woman. The woman had obvious Slavic features on her face, and the man was a familiar face. After identifying them for a while, Nan Yi recognized them as Chelsea's owner Abramovich. He couldn't remember Abramovich's name, but he vaguely remembered that Abramovich had been the richest man in Britain.
"It's just that it's only 1991, and Abramovich hasn't become a Russian billionaire yet. Why is he in London now?"
Nan Yi had no idea about the life of "Abu", whose full name he could not even remember. He had never heard anyone mention him in Moscow and had no idea what Abu's current situation was.
If he had not seen news about "Russian tycoons willing to spend money (on football)" for a period of time, he might not even have heard of the incomplete name Abramovich, let alone remember Abramovich's somewhat unique face.
Nan Yi stayed in Moscow for nearly two months. Through what he saw and heard, he had a guess - the oligarchs and rich people who will emerge in the future should be inseparable from the privatization reform, and also inseparable from Boris and Vladimir after him.
The Soviet revisionists and the future Russia simply do not have the soil for the incubation and growth of "pure businessmen". Every oligarch with assets of over 100 million US dollars is undoubtedly a product of the privileged economic system. The reason why their assets can swell is that they have occupied the convenience of privilege. The business they can do cannot be touched by others.
The government provides convenience to businesses, what is the response from businesses?
Nan Yi’s answer was “money bag”. Democracy was coming soon. Campaigning required money, controlling public opinion required money, and enjoying life also required money. How could one survive without money bags?
After having this understanding, Nan Yi's eyes suddenly became clear. He had a clearer idea of ​​how to conquer Moscow, and he also roughly guessed why the oligarchs would be dealt with in the future. It was because human greed was unsatisfactory.
After a long period of wealth and prosperity, their spirits were sublimated, so they read a lot of books, even "The Biography of Chen She". Chen Sheng's shouting was deafening, and it made their little universes burn with fire. They couldn't help but reflect: "Am I only a money bag? No, I can stand on Red Square and shout Ura!"
…
A week passed in a flash, and with Nan Ruojin reluctant to leave, Nan Yi embarked on the journey back to Moscow.
When he came, he didn’t stay in Warsaw for long. When he left, Nan Yi planned to take a good look around the city of Warsaw.
There is a saying that Eastern Europe is devastated, but Poland has unique scenery.
Poland is the younger brother of the Soviet revisionists. The big brother takes good care of this younger brother. Worried that the younger brother will be bullied, he even sent it a Minister of Defense.
Originally, when the elder brother eats meat, the younger brother would at least follow suit and smell the fragrance of onions. Unfortunately, the elder brother himself is living a very tight life now, and he is unable to help the younger brother, so he can only leave a few words of encouragement: "Xiaobo, no, Xiaojiao, I'm sorry to be your elder brother. Now is the time for you to exert your subjective initiative. Don't think about waiting for others to do things for you, and remember to work hard to get rich."
Xiaobo remembered the teachings of Big Brother and wiped away his tears. He looked at the soaring prices, the shortage of goods, the inflation rate of more than 2000%, the sharp decline in production levels, the shockingly low GDP, and the foreign debt of 49 billion US dollars. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Put yourself in a desperate situation and then survive!"
With a wave of his hand, he adopted the economic "shock therapy" proposed by Friedrich Sachs and issued the "Balcerowicz Program", and a wave of reform came to Poland's economy.
On January 1, 1990, the new reform plan was officially launched. Poland set a precedent for economic transition in Europe, which had a huge impact on other Eastern European countries that were waiting to see what was happening. The "Washington Consensus" of stabilization, liberalization and privatization became the key idea that dominated the economic reform in Eastern Europe.
Shock therapy undoubtedly meant rebuilding Poland's entire economic system, and the resulting pain was inevitable. Since 1990, Poland's GDP has fallen by 20%, and the people have fallen into deeper difficulties.
Fortunately, shock therapy is really suitable for Poland. After the pain, Poland's economy has seen a glimmer of hope.
Poland's privatization was very thorough. It was not only carried out in an orderly manner, but also started with small privatization, privatizing small businesses and service industries first, and then rolled out across the country. The Polish authorities did not retain the more profitable enterprises and value them at high prices, but instead auctioned or transferred them in the first batch to achieve privatization.
The benefits of the transformation from state-owned to private and from a seller's market to a buyer's market were reflected, price distortions were reduced, the quality of industrial products improved, and the market quickly moved closer to the international market. Poland's industrial products successfully opened up the German market, and foreign exchange flowed into Poland.