Wan Feng stared into Shamilov's eyes, trying to find any trace of deception in them.

"Comrade Shabilov! Is there something wrong with your steel? Did you include scrap steel in the calculations? Otherwise, where did you get 20,000 tons of steel?"

Shamilov smiled complacently. "It's very simple. The workers in these steel mills are just too disinterested to work. I went to Bu City and Komsomolsk-on-Amur Steel and told the people in charge of the steel mills that if they could produce enough steel, I would provide them with supplies in exchange. This would motivate them to build socialism."

Is it that simple?

Wan Feng scratched his head. Why didn't I think of this? It's such a simple thing.

Shamilov has finally come to his senses. Damn, his IQ has increased just by hanging out with me. I guess all the hair on his body will fall off in a few years.

"According to what you said, the steel quality in both Bu City and Komsomolsk-on-Amur will increase significantly, right?"

"So it's not a problem for Bu City and Komsomolsk-on-Amur each to supply 10,000 tons of steel a month."

Wanfeng can make a profit of 3,000 to 8,000 to 9,000 yuan per ton of these steel products, with an average profit of 4,000 to 5,000 yuan per ton.

Twenty thousand tons of steel per month means a profit of about 100 million yuan.

If you do the math in detail, the numbers are still pretty scary.

"Shamilov, a steel mill only produces this much steel in a year? Holy crap, a steel mill produces hundreds of thousands of tons of steel a year. How do you write the word 'good-for-nothing'? You Soviets are useless."

"Actually, the output is far higher. Even though the steel mills in Bu City are small, they still produce 1.8 million tons a year, and the steel mills in Komsomolsk-on-Amur produce over 3 million tons. But with fewer workers, the output is naturally low. They currently produce less than half of their peak output. Add to that the supply to other industries, and we have to supply 100,000 or 200,000 tons, which is quite a lot."

"Even if they supply me 10,000 tons a month, that's only 120,000 tons a year. This is less than one-tenth of half of their output. It's too little."

"I also want to ship steel here continuously. I wish I could ship thousands of tons a day. But these steel mills only have so much left for us. I don't have the ability to bring them all here."

Shamilov was telling the truth.

Even if he was really given a thousand tons of steel a day, he still couldn't handle it. Even three or four hundred tons a day would keep him busy and exhausted.

Never mind, let’s just leave it like this for now, it’s not bad at all.

"Shamilov, based on your Soviet experience, when do you think this river will be suitable for heavy trucks?"

"Five days! In another five days, we can guarantee that trucks weighing less than 30 tons can run." Shamilov promised solemnly, and no one knew who gave him the confidence.

Five days! Seems okay.

"Shamilov, put the steel aside for now. I want to know if Dimitri has been to Bu City recently?"

Shamilov shook his head: "No."

Could it be that Dimitri was captured by the KGB?

I just managed to connect a line and did a deal, but it was cut off?

"Isn't Li Mingze here either?"

"No!"

Dimitri didn’t come, and Li Mingze didn’t come either. This is not good!

If this line is really broken, then we will not be able to tinker with these things in the future.

Even someone with such a powerful background as Dimitri has gotten into trouble, so the others are just small fry and will be even less useful.

I have to go to Sijitun and tell Wang Jiangtang to concentrate on making steel from now on and not think about anything else.

Wan Feng felt that his special ability had reached a new level. Just when he was thinking of going to Sijitun to meet Wang Jiangtang and the others, Comrade Wang also came.

This is great. Will anyone I want come to me in the future?

Although Wan Feng knew that he was overthinking, he still laughed foolishly for a long time.

As soon as Comrade Wang arrived, he pushed a shoulder bag he was carrying in front of Wan Feng: "This is for you."

Wan Feng looked at the bag in confusion: "What's that?"

"Just open it and take a look."

Wan Feng reached out and pressed on the shoulder bag, and found a hard, square object.

What the hell is this?

He opened the bag and took out a white paper box.

The paper box was more than a foot long, and on it was a brick-sized cell phone with some foreign words on it.

Big brother!

After opening the seal of the paper box, I found a big black brick-shaped mobile phone inside, the Motorola 3200.

"The network has been connected for you, and the number has been arranged for you. Here is the number." Comrade Wang threw over a small note.

Number.

So I am the sixty-eighth person in the area who uses a mobile phone.

There were only 100 numbers back then, and the first number belonged to a man named Xu Feng. The number he chose seemed to be...

"Is this a gift for me or is it brought to me?" This must be made clear. If you give it to him, you don't have to spend money.

"This is a gift from the General. If you have any good things in the future, just contact him directly. The number above is his unit's phone number. If you have any questions, just call that number and ask for 02. The General's phone number is extremely confidential. It's a great honor for him to give it to you. Don't show off and let others know."

Of course Wan Feng knew this.

"Can this thing be used in Longjiang?" If it can't be used, what's the point of having such a thing? It's just a pretense!

If he guessed correctly, this thing should not be able to be defeated here.

It is estimated that it is only available in a few big cities such as Gwangju, Shanghai and Beijing, and you cannot leave the city.

If you want to use it in a place like Longjiang, you can only wait for roaming to be opened. As for when roaming Wanfeng will be opened in Longjiang, it is not clear.

Old Man Zhu probably didn't understand. When he heard that I needed one, he got one for me, but he didn't think that I would not be able to use it in Longjiang at all.

But his number is useful. Although the mobile phone can't make calls, the landline can.

If you have any questions, just call him on the landline.

"I don't know." Of course, it was impossible for Comrade Wang to know the answer to this question.

Wan Feng turned on the machine and fiddled with it for a while. He thought it would be no problem to use this thing as a brick during a war. It was really damn heavy.

"Oh! By the way! Is this phone number really mine?"

Mobile phones at that time were very capable of making calls. Sometimes, several numbers could be connected to one phone, and the cost of calls back and forth would be charged to the owner.

Wan Feng would never support someone else's wife and children for no reason.

"Is there such a thing?" Comrade Wang was not clear about this matter because he didn't know much about mobile phones.

Because the mobile phone signal is an analog signal, it can be simulated, so it is possible to register a call under a mobile phone.

The jargon is called "twin machine".

But now the mobile phone has only been out for more than a month, so this situation will not happen yet.

Wan Feng wanted to try out whether this thing worked well, so he tried to dial a number, but all he could hear on the phone was the tone that the number he dialed was out of service area.

It's really useless and can only be used as a decoration.