Mysterious Journey
Chapter 716 Perseverance and Restart
A belief forced by external command is not a belief at all, and a society built on such a false belief is bound to perish from paralysis, because in such a society, science has no foundation for healthy growth.
Unfortunately, as a science dependent on human society, it can never achieve true freedom.
Whether it was the "center of the universe" dispute that began with the celestial cognition, the "Newton vs. Hooke" dispute that lasted for several worlds, or the widely circulated saying of the last century, "God does not play dice"...
Facts have proven that letting social authority replace scientific authority to judge scientific disputes is often the first step towards tragedy.
If the tragedies in the fields of physics and mathematics are mostly limited to the tragic fate of one or two people, or a certain faction of scholars, then the "Lysenko affair" that occurred in the Soviet Union decades ago undoubtedly set a very striking warning for all subsequent research fields - politics, it is best not to interfere with science.
Andrei Mendanlov, now in his seventies, can be said to be one of the people who feel the deepest about all these tragedies.
Unlike his teachers Vavilov and Muller, Mendanlov was a very lucky man.
Perhaps because he was too young, the secret police did not pay much attention to this clumsy intern who worked in Hermann Joseph Muller's laboratory, but simply questioned him a few times before releasing him.
After a few years of settling down after the failure of a "spring struggle," Andrei Mendanlov began to change his way of working - he left the core scientific circles of Moscow and came to the vicinity of Leningrad, using the simplest basic planting experiments and the most stupid methods to preserve the achievements of the Soviet biological community.
This was indeed a very effective method. Andrei Mendanlov finally waited for the day when Lysenko completely fell, and, like those scholars who had also survived the purge, prepared to revitalize the Soviet biological community.
However, this day came too late.
With the collapse of the Soviet Union, all their efforts and all their dreams were turned into bubbles overnight.
Molecular biology and genetics in the Soviet scientific community... eventually came to an end.
Now, Andrei Mendanlov is just an ordinary potato shop cashier. In his spare time, he studies the large potatoes from abroad, waters the experimental field in his backyard, and that's all that's left...
Andrei Mendanlov sighed softly, stroking the materials in the few suitcases in front of him with complex emotions.
He never thought that one day he would become the kind of person he once hated and despised the most, carrying decades of research results like his teacher Muller, secretly leaving the country to find a place where he could continue his research.
The old man looked around the empty shop, touched the wooden table in front of him with some reluctance, and looked up at the young guard, or rather, wizard, who had been responsible for his personal safety and daily life during this period.
Andrei Mendanlov knew very well that there was no such thing as selfless devotion in this world.
As a scholar who survived the academic purge in the former Soviet Union, Andrei was not the kind of naive academic who was ignorant of the world. In fact, he understood things much better than most mathematicians and physicists.
Anyone who can compete with capitalists in the financial market will always be another capitalist.
However, compared to those Americans who put their attention into currency, securities, heavy industry... these wizards' goal from beginning to end was only one, and that was these old guys who held the Soviet scientific system - or, more accurately, the wealth accumulated by the non-magical world for nearly a thousand years, those treasures called human civilization.
This was a desperate gamble, and he had bet all his future on the will of magical civilization.
The mystery and power of the magical world, what he sees now is not even the tip of the iceberg. Perhaps only after truly entering that place called Hogwarts academy city will he understand what the other side of this world is like.
If it weren't because the great Soviet Union had completely become history, and the White bandits and capitalists were riding on the heads of the people on this land again, and the conditions offered by the other party were too difficult to refuse - on this land, severely damage those capitalists who were trying to lie on the former Soviet Union and divide the flesh and blood; and in this coldest spring and winter, help those hardworking people who are hungry and cold.
Because of this, even though he was full of curiosity about the mysterious magical planting in his heart, Andrei Mendanlov still restrained his restless heart and stuck to the last moment in that small potato shop.
Although he wasn't sure how much weight he had on the scales, he could still add a little more insurance.
In fact, Andrei Mendanlov was not the only scholar who held this belief. Even if they knew that what they signed might be the legendary devil's contract, it was worth it as long as it could preserve the spark of hope for this world.
Science has no borders, but scientists have their own motherland - even if she is no longer there.
However, the appointed time had finally arrived...
Andrei Mendanlov silently glanced at the rubles piled up in the warehouse behind him. Even if he wasn't a professional in the field of economics, he knew what tons of rubles appearing on the market meant - from this moment on, all the currency in this land would be completely reduced to waste paper, without even a chance for a buffer.
Not far away, the special dispatch of Tianming Group had closed the door of the potato shop and walked towards him.
"It's time, Mr. Andrei, we need to prepare to evacuate."
"After I leave, will you continue to recruit old guys like me?"
Andrei hesitated for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and asked calmly.
"Of course, if this involves some confidential matters, you can refuse to answer - I mean, I actually have the contact information of many old friends, maybe I can help you recruit a new round of employees..."
"Don't worry, we have a very complete and systematic transition plan. Tianming Potato Shop will not disappear because of this."
The young wizard grinned, patted Andrei on the shoulder, and replied in a relaxed tone.
"As for the follow-up personnel arrangements, there are actually some slight differences. Considering the safety of the store and the reduction in the need for digital accounting, we may consider hiring some retired veterans - in fact, you and those gentlemen are almost the last batch..."
"As for the concerns you have, the group has already had specialists in discussing with the government."
The young wizard scratched his nose, carefully recalling the set of QA speaking skills that the young lady had specially compiled during the pre-job training not long ago, and said somewhat hesitantly, as if reciting an awkward magical article.
"The real world will never be destroyed by the collapse of the virtual currency market. The most stable cornerstone of any society and civilization is always agriculture. Tianming Group's potatoes have never been for destruction and plunder - times have changed, it's time to say goodbye to the glory and scars of the past, and a free new order will return to the hands of the people of this land."
……
At the same time.
Russia, St. Petersburg, Tianming Group administrative building.
In a spacious conference room, financial officials from the Russian government and the regional负责人(fù zé rén, person in charge) of Tianming Group sat together, arguing fiercely. The core issue of the discussion was the "potato remuneration" plan that had just been announced this morning.
Potatoes, which should have been goods, became remuneration, and rubles, which should have been currency, became useless waste paper that filled warehouses and required a lot of manpower to clean up. For all ordinary people in the former Soviet Union, this was simply a bizarre thing like the world being turned upside down - and the most ridiculous thing was that this matter seemed very reasonable upon careful consideration.
"I'm very sorry, sir, we can't hold on any longer."
With these words, Gilderoy Lockhart stood up and said calmly.
"In the past six months, Tianming Group has shipped a total of trillions of rubles worth of potatoes to this land. However, as the international economic situation continues to deteriorate, the purchasing power of the ruble in the international market is getting lower and lower - this is not simply a matter of exchange rates, but it is becoming increasingly difficult to be accepted - this has seriously affected the normal production and operation of the group."
"Especially after several looting incidents occurred this morning, this made us realize that as long as we are still using currency based on the credit of the former Soviet government, we will never be able to resist external malice."
Lockhart cleared his throat and said softly.
"Gentlemen, I think... perhaps we should cooperate and usher in a new era."
A group of officials from Russia looked at Lockhart and remained silent.
Beside them were two documents that they had read several times before -
[New Ruble Potato Economic Transition Plan]
[Tianming Group Bankruptcy Reorganization Agreement]
————
————
Gu Ya~ Successfully caught up again.