Siheyuan starts from a better life

Chapter 1215 Brewing
Early the next morning, Shakov, the director of the Moscow Mining Machinery Plant, was sleeping soundly with his quilt in his arms. The air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol and some vomit.

The reason why he drank like this was that he was angry. Yesterday, the factory he was in charge of was confirmed to be auctioned off, which made him completely dumbfounded.

However, there are several other manufacturers who are the same as him, but these manufacturers are all supporters of Rutskoi without exception. But so what? After all, privatization is the trend now, and even Rutskoi cannot refuse it.

He drank more because he was depressed, especially he and several other factory managers who had the same fate as him. They drank for almost the whole night and cursed Gaidar all night.

However, this still cannot change the fact that their factory has been decided to be auctioned. As for buying them back by themselves, this is also impossible.

Although according to current policies, even if the enterprise is auctioned, the management and workers of these enterprises can still own 49% of the shares, which is only 2% less than the new owners.

It seems that this policy has well protected the interests of the original employees. But the problem is that the difference of 2% of shares can make a huge difference. According to the principle of the shareholding system, those with more shares have absolute say, which means that according to the shares, the company has the final say.

Even if the company is sold for money, it basically has nothing to do with them. After all, their shares are concentrated in the hands of employees, and they only have the right to use them. Even if they are sold, they will be distributed to the employees in proportion, and they will only get their own share.

Besides, once someone else has the final say, they will not honestly share the money with them according to their share ratio. For example, if the company is actually sold for one million US dollars, but the new business owner tells them that it may only be one hundred thousand US dollars, or even less.

According to this ratio, the factory managers and old employees of the company can only get a small amount of money, 49,000 US dollars. If they buy it, the one million US dollars will be all theirs.

It's not like these things haven't happened before. An enterprise not far from his was sold at an auction, and each worker got only 10,000 rubles. But with the current exchange rate and prices, these 10,000 rubles are not worth much.

Of course, the workers will not get a penny, because what they sell is the assets of the enterprise, not the ownership of the enterprise. In other words, the workers are still the owners of the enterprise, but the assets have been emptied by them, leaving only an empty shell.

Originally, under the protection of Rutskoi, they thought that they could use some means to slowly transfer the company and its assets into their own pockets without anyone noticing, and then sell them at a high price. After they had the money, they would immigrate. But now, everything is over.

Under such circumstances, how could they not curse Gaidar and those who bought the company? That would be strange!
When Shaqfu was sleeping soundly, the door was suddenly opened and cold wind blew into the room. He tightened the quilt around him and muttered a few words. But at this moment, a burly and strong woman in her forties suddenly ran in in a panic.

"Shakov, Shakov, you drunkard, wake up. I went to buy something early this morning, but they wouldn't sell me anything."

As she spoke, she used her hands, which were as thick as bear paws, to slap Shakov's chest and stomach hard, making a thumping sound.

The attacked Shaqf opened his eyes wide and looked at his wife in pain.

Seeing that Shakov had woken up, Anlina stopped hammering him and instead grabbed his collar and shook him vigorously, and shouted anxiously, "Shakov, wake up. I'm telling you, we can't buy anything to eat, drink, or use right now, even in all the stores."

But no matter how hard she tried, Shakov didn't say a word, and his expression became more painful, his face turned purple, and his eyes became wider. It was at this time that Alina realized that something seemed to be wrong, and she spoke in panic.

"Shakov, are you sick? I'll take you to the hospital now."

As she spoke, Alina grabbed Shakov's waist with her right hand, trying to carry him directly on her shoulders. In her eyes, he was not much heavier than a bag of potatoes.

At this time, Shakov took a deep breath, and then cursed with a distorted face: "Anlina, you crazy woman, do you want to beat me to death? Or do you want to suffocate me to death?"

He just felt like his chest was being crushed by an elephant. He couldn't even breathe, let alone speak. After the pain in his chest stopped, his collar was grabbed and the lack of oxygen made him a little dizzy. He swore that if he had stopped for ten more seconds, he would have gone to see God.

It was at this time that Anlina realized that it was her own fault, so she laughed dryly and said, "I was just too anxious."

"Tell me, what's going on? What can't I buy?" Shakov changed into a comfortable position, covering his head and chest in pain and helplessness. The aftereffects of a hangover and the pain of being beaten just now appeared alternately, and he didn't know where to cover his hands.

"I went out to buy groceries this morning and found that I couldn't buy sausages, beef, bread, or anything else."

"If you can't buy it, then you can't buy it. What's the big deal? If it really doesn't work, you can just pay more and buy it from someone else." Shakov turned over and said nonchalantly.

In Russia, it is very normal that you cannot buy goods.

As far as he could remember, Damao had fallen into a situation of material scarcity as early as five or six years ago. People were like worker ants, busying themselves just to get food, clothes and household items.

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At that time, he was just a small dispatcher in the workshop, only slightly older than the squad leader, not even the workshop director. And Anlina was not as fat as she is now, so life was indeed a little harder.

He had already gotten used to these things, so why was there any need to make such a fuss? Thinking of this, he cursed his wife in his heart!

What's more, he is already the director of the Moscow Mining Equipment Factory and has more than 2,000 employees under him!
Not to mention how much money he had made before, just from the time when the Soviet Union was in turmoil last year, he has earned 10 million rubles, which is about the equivalent of 10,000 US dollars. It's just a little extra money, not a big deal.

But when I think that the 10 million rubles I got can now only be exchanged for more than 10,000 US dollars, I feel very painful. These damn black-hearted capitalists, this damn exchange rate depreciation.

You know, this money would have been worth a lot even two years or even a year ago. If the ruble had not depreciated hundreds of times, he would have saved enough money to immigrate, whether to the UK, Germany, Ireland, Italy, or Finland. Anyway, he would not stay in this damn Russia anymore. Russia is finished and has no future.

(End of this chapter)