Compared to the staggering profits in steel, truck profits pale in comparison.

A total of thirty trucks came from the other side today, including ten each of the six-ton ​​and ten-ton models of Kamaz, and ten Kamaz 200s.

The transaction prices of the cars here are 20,000, 25,000 and 30,000.

However, the profit margin of trucks is not as high as that of steel. This is not because the cost of one truck is several dozen boxes of wine, but because of the tariff.

Even a hundred boxes of liquor only cost a few hundred yuan.

Even though it was just a truck, the tariffs still accounted for nearly half of the transaction amount.

Even if such a truck is sold, the profit is only seven or eight thousand yuan, which is far less than that of steel, and only slightly better than that of fertilizer.

Half of the thirty trucks were sold today, with a profit of only a few hundred thousand yuan.

Faced with a profit of hundreds of thousands of yuan from the truck transaction, Zhang Zhiyuan was surprisingly calm!

Am I inflated? Why does a profit of hundreds of thousands seem like just a few dollars?

After sorting out the accounts, Zhang Zhiyuan sighed: It's a shame to compare yourself with others. I can't live like this.

No wonder my daughter follows this boy so wholeheartedly, not caring even if he becomes her mistress.

What a capable person!

Isn’t the central government now encouraging capable people to come out and lead everyone to become rich?

This kid is an absolute capable person.

Wan Feng sneezed in his dormitory.

Who is talking about me?

It must be those two women. These two guys won’t lie on the kang and do nothing but feel pain in their balls... Of course they don’t have balls, so their balls won’t feel pain, but their breasts will feel pain.

These two women must be so bored that they are talking bad about me behind my back.

It must be that bad woman Zhang Xuan who instigated Luan Feng to say that. Luan Feng just fired the guns she had loaded.

No, these two guys haven't gone to bed yet. They must be playing video games.

I remember that they both came with dark circles under their eyes when I came. I was in a hurry to get on the road and didn’t take it seriously.

I need to write them a letter, telling them to stop playing video games in moderation. Getting a couple of myopic children is one thing, but making them age prematurely is terrible.

Myopia is not a trivial matter. I really look down on women who wear glasses.

Wan Feng turned over and found paper and pen to write a letter to Luan Feng. He first briefly talked about some things that happened when he returned to Heihe.

Of course, he only reported good news and not bad news. He didn't write a single word about the bad things.

There is no need to make them upset even though they are thousands of miles away.

Finally, he strictly instructed Luan Feng not to play video games for more than an hour at night, and also made a naked threat that he would abandon anyone who wore myopic glasses.

It would be useless to have no means of threatening these two women, otherwise they would not take it seriously because they are far away from home.

Wan Feng thought that Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan were talking about him behind his back, but he didn't know that it was Zhang Zhiyuan who was praising him behind his back.

At this time, Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan started sneezing one after another.

The two women moved the TV onto the kang, sat at the head of the kang with their backs against the wall, their legs covered with quilts, and were playing with the controllers in their hands, having a lot of fun.

After more than ten days of unremitting efforts, they finally figured out how to play Tank Battle and have successfully passed the fifth level.

Just as the two were about to celebrate their victory, they both sneezed.

"Oh no, I'm going to catch a cold. Take medicine quickly." After saying that, Luan Feng pressed the pause button and was about to go downstairs to get the medicine, but was stopped by Zhang Xuan.

"Take your medicine, maybe it's your bad guy who's talking about you."

Luan Feng was immediately delighted when she heard this: "That's right! That bastard has been gone for over ten days and hasn't even sent a letter. He must be missing me. Oh! That's not right! He was missing me, so why did you sneeze?"

Zhang Xuan secretly groaned inwardly, "What a miscalculation!" Why would I mention the gangster and talk about him when there was nothing wrong?

The gangster must have been talking about both of them at this time.

It’s over, Luan Feng is suspicious?

"Why can't I sneeze? We live together, and he must have taken me with him when he was talking about you. He must have thought we were playing video games. If you don't believe me, just wait and see if he writes to you, he will definitely mention playing video games."

In an emergency, Zhang Xuan's cleverness came into play, and his IQ was at its highest, so he came up with this excuse without thinking.

You know what, it really works.

"Ah! He doesn't allow us to play the game console?" Luan Feng's attention was instantly shifted to the game console.

"I guess that's the case. Just wait. I estimate that I will receive a letter from him in four or five days." Zhang Xuan said affirmatively. It's time for the gangster to write to him.

"Then he'll be fine for a few days. Don't worry about him. Just have another shot to calm down."

Luan Feng pressed the pause button, and the two women started clicking again.

The room was filled with the cackling laughter of two women.

…

If Wan Feng knew Luan Feng's attitude, he would definitely push her onto the kang and give her a beating. She must be beaten for daring to defy his authority.

This is certainly not domestic violence. Beating is love and scolding is love.

And Luan Feng also likes him patting her butt. Many times, she would become interested in something while he was patting her.

Innate tendency to be masochistic.

The next morning, someone came to the base, which surprised Wan Feng a little.

"Liang Bingyu, I thought you quit. I found another translator."

Upon hearing that Wan Feng had found another translator, Liang Bingyu's eyes flashed with disappointment.

A monthly salary of 300 yuan is very important to her. Her family's living conditions are poor and her parents are both sick. Her mother was hospitalized during the Chinese New Year and was discharged only the day before yesterday. This is the reason why she came late.

If you don't want to work, you're gone.

Russian translators are in high demand now, so it won't be difficult for her to find another job. But don't expect a monthly salary of 300 yuan. It would be good enough if she can find a monthly salary of 100 yuan.

But she didn't explain. She knew that the young boss didn't like her, and explaining would only make her look cheap.

Liang Bingyu turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait, there's another job I'm wondering if you're interested in? The pay is the same as before, and room and board are free."

A light ignited in Liang Bingyu's eyes.

"But don't be happy yet. It's not in Heihe, but in Beiliao. If you want to go there, you'll probably have to apply for unpaid leave. Think about it. If you have any questions, you can ask me now."

Going to Beiliao? This was a question Liang Bingyu had never thought about.

Her family is from Heilongjiang Province, and she has never left Heilongjiang Province so far.

"Why go to Bei Liao?"

"You know the machine tool I bought from Maozi years ago?"

Of course Liang Bingyu knew about these machine tools; she had read the instructions and delivery notes.

"These machine tools are used in my factory. I will hire some technicians from Maozi to debug the machines and train the workers. I need an interpreter. If you are willing to do this, the job is yours."

The boss has a factory at home?

Liang Bingyu was confused and fell into a dilemma.

Is she going or not?