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Chapter 1724 Moscow Car God (First update, please subscribe)
After a long flight, Air Force One finally flew into the Soviet airspace. After entering the airspace, four MiG-23 fighters escorted Air Force One on the left and right wings respectively.

After the MiG-23 appeared, the accompanying personnel immediately took pictures of it with cameras. Even "Air Force One" had other missions to perform. This was inevitable during the Cold War.

"This is the MiG-23, the most advanced fighter jet in the Soviet Union."

Looking at the MiG-23 outside the window, Li Yian nodded. Although the MiG-23 fighter outside the window looked no different from that in another world, its electronic equipment was radically different.

The Soviet Union in this world did not go down the wrong path of miniaturizing electron tubes. In particular, the needs of aerospace have promoted the development of the Soviet microelectronics industry. Although their integrated circuit technology is still behind the West, it is far better than the other world.

"How far will they go on this path? Will they fall behind and become hopeless like the other world?"

Looking at the Soviet MiG-23, another thought flashed through Li Yian's mind.

"If the shortcomings of electronic technology were overcome, in what direction would the Soviet Union develop?"

Thinking of this, Li Yian frowned, but he immediately put the idea aside.

The Soviet Union’s shortcomings were not limited to electronic technology. Advanced electronic technology could not be developed solely based on military demand. It required huge civilian consumption as technical support, and this was precisely the Soviet Union’s weak point - the production of civilian products was seriously neglected!
In this way, under the escort of Soviet MiG fighters, Air Force One flew all the way to Moscow.

A few hours later, "Air Force One" slowly landed at Vnukovo Airport on the outskirts of Moscow. The moment the cabin door opened, a cold breeze blew in our faces. Although it is already March, the weather in Moscow still has the unique flavor of Siberia.

"Just a moment, dear."

When they were about to leave the cabin, Margaret straightened the collar of Li Yian's dark formal suit. Li Yian then walked out of the cabin steadily and went down the gangway.

In the distance, Soviet leader Brezhnov was already standing at the end of the red carpet, with rows of neat guards of honor behind him. The soldiers were dressed in neat uniforms, holding rifles, with solemn expressions.

Brezhnov had his signature smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with an elusive depth. In fact, only God knew that he was looking forward to this meeting, for no other reason than that Li Yian was the first heavyweight to visit Moscow since he took office.

Moreover, during the Peninsula incident, the SEA also gave him enough face, which greatly inflated his vanity.

"As long as it's not an excessive request, everything can be negotiated."

Thinking this in his mind, Brezhnov stepped forward and shook hands with Li Yian, and their palms were tightly clasped.

"Welcome to Moscow, Your Excellency Li Yian."

Brezhnov's voice was deep and powerful, with a thick Russian accent.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Comrade Brezhnov."

Li Yian responded with a smile, his eyes fell on the other person. The Medal Emperor was very handsome, with blue eyes, black eyebrows, and a pair of deep dimples on his cheeks. Even the Iron Emperor had described him as a "handsome man".

Many people were deceived by his appearance. But this guy, from a boilerman to the leader of the Soviet Union, such a shocking turnaround may only happen in this country.

No matter how people ridiculed this country later, the leaders of this country all came from the grassroots. Khrushchev was a peasant, Brezhnov was a boilerman, Andropov was a shipyard worker, Chernenko was a peasant, and As for Emperor Dmitry, he was a collective farm worker - a tractor mechanic.

Such a counterattack may only happen here!

While feeling deeply moved, Li Yian glanced at Zhou's guard of honor, his eyes slowly moving over them. The soldiers stood there, waiting for their inspection.

The red flag fluttered in the cold wind, as if adding a bit of solemnity to this diplomatic ceremony.

This scene before him made Li Yian feel a complex emotion.

——In the next ten years, the Soviet Union will be at its peak and reach its historical peak. Every Red Square military parade, the huge array of tanks and neat missile formations will make the whole world tremble. That was the most glorious decade of the Soviet Union and its peak moment as a superpower.

Li Yian's thoughts drifted away briefly.

He knew that the country before him was standing at a crossroads in history. Brezhnov's leadership would lead the Soviet Union to an unprecedented height, and its military, technology, culture, and even ideological influence would reach its peak in this decade.

However, Li Yian also knew that after the peak, there was often an inevitable decline. But at this moment, he did not want to think about the distant future. The Soviet Union in front of him was emitting an awe-inspiring power, but no one had realized it yet.

"This was the eve of the Soviet Union's full rise."

Li Yian knew this very well.

The next ten years will be a decade of Soviet offensives, while the United States will gradually show signs of fatigue in the quagmire of the Vietnam War, with economic stagnation, social unrest, and declining international influence. Faced with such a situation, Li Yian knew that he had to make plans in advance. He had to build good relations with the Soviet Union and coordinate some key affairs. Only in this way could he protect his own interests in the environment of the US-Soviet confrontation.

His eyes fell on Brezhnov again.

The Soviet leader was looking at him with his signature smile, his eyes filled with both scrutiny and expectation.

He is looking forward to this meeting!
Li Yian knew that Brezhnov was a shrewd politician who knew how to maneuver between the two camps and how to find a balance between confrontation and cooperation. Today, the gift Li Yian brought was to add a bargaining chip to this delicate relationship.

After the review, Li Yian smiled and said to Brezhnov:

"Comrade Brezhnov, I have prepared a special gift for you. Please follow me."

The two walked side by side to the other side of the airport, where a C-141 transport plane had just landed. The cabin door had been opened long ago, and in addition to Li Yian and the accompanying motorcade, there was also a black BMW 700.

The black color sparkles in the sun, the body lines are smooth, and the paint surface is as smooth as a mirror. Among the crowd of cars, this car stands out.

Brezhnov's eyes were instantly attracted by the car, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He walked quickly to the side of the car, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the curve of the car body, as if feeling its soul.

"This is a gift for you, Comrade Brezhnov."

Li Yian said with a smile, a hint of pride in his tone.

Brezhnov turned around, the smile on his face became even brighter, even with a hint of childlike joy.

"Thank you for your gift, my friend,"

There was genuine gratitude in his voice; of all the gifts, the car was his favorite.

Born as an ordinary worker, he learned to drive a car during the Great Patriotic War. It was from that time that he fell in love with cars and, of course, medals.

But what he really liked most were cars, especially those given by foreigners, which he liked far more than medals awarded by foreign countries.

After all, there is no benefit in wearing foreign medals.

“This is absolutely the best gift I’ve ever received.”

His fingers tapped the roof of the car lightly, his eyes showing his infinite love for this mechanical masterpiece. Brezhnov has always been known for his love of cars, and his obsession with cars is no secret.

This BMW 700 is not only a car, but also a work of art. Such a gift definitely touched his heart.

"As long as you like it."

Li Yian nodded slightly and a smile appeared on his face.

This gift was a perfect match. In the next decade, the rise of the Soviet Union would be inevitable and the decline of the United States would become a reality.

As the leader of this country, Brezhnev was in control of the expansion of the Soviet Union, which is why he was called the most dangerous man in the world by Reagan.

Li Yian had to find his own position in this complex situation and maintain a delicate relationship with the Soviet Union.

Only in this way could he take advantage of the confrontation between the United States and the Soviet Union to develop himself and protect his own interests.

Of course, what is more important is to make the Americans focus all their attention on the Soviet Union.

Walking around the car, Brezhnov carefully looked at every detail, and finally stopped in front of the car and patted the hood gently.

"This is a beautiful machine," he exclaimed.
“I will cherish it.”

At this moment, Brezhnov suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing with excitement, like a little boy who had just received his favorite toy and couldn't wait to show it to everyone.

"plum,"

There was some urgency in his tone.

"You have to experience this car for yourself! Please allow me to drive it myself and take you for a spin."

Li Yian was slightly stunned, then smiled and nodded.

"It is my pleasure, Comrade Brezhnov."

Brezhnov almost couldn't wait to open the car door and get in the driver's seat. He patted the passenger seat and signaled Li Yian to get in the car.

"Come, my friend, let us feel the charm of this machine."

This is the power of gifts that turn strangers into friends.

Li Yian got into the car. Brezhnov started the engine, and the low roar echoed in the car, like a beast ready to go.

His fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, his face filled with unconcealable joy.

"Listen to that sound, what a wonderful sound!"

Brezhnov said excitedly, then stepped on the accelerator and the car slowly drove out of the tarmac. The cold wind came in through the gaps in the car window, but the car seemed warm because of the enthusiasm of the two people.

Brezhnov drove the BMW 700 slowly along the runway of the airport. His movements were smooth and confident, and he tested the performance of the car from time to time.

"Look how nimble it turns and how smoothly it accelerates! This is truly a perfect car."

Li Yian looked at Brezhnov's excited expression and couldn't help but feel an urge to laugh.

The Soviet leader was like a child at the moment, completely immersed in his love for the car. This pure joy made Li Yian feel that this gift was perfect.

Well, at least this guy really likes this car.

(End of this chapter)