Chapter 59 Say No to Sentimentality (Supplement...)
When it comes to price wars, different people have different opinions. Sellers abhor them, while buyers welcome them.
Regarding the fierce competition among domestic color TV manufacturers, He Changyi has only one thing to say:
—Hit harder! Put more force into it! Stand up straight, don't back down!
In previous years, color TVs were undoubtedly luxury items, with high prices and even higher profits. A single TV could easily cost more than three thousand yuan, equivalent to half a year's salary for an average worker.
Even so, color TVs were still in short supply, and every household wanted to replace their black and white TVs with fashionable large color TVs.
As a result, many places quickly set up color TV production lines, and hundreds of color TV brands emerged across the country in a short period of time. The industry's production capacity surged, leading to overstock, and the market quickly turned from a seller's market to a buyer's market.
In order to clear inventory and recover funds, the price of color TVs began to plummet. Domestic color TV manufacturers launched a "battle royale" and frantically sold off their products. The price of entry-level spherical TVs, which were originally 3,000 yuan, dropped to 1,000 yuan.
He Changyi happened to be there at the right time, and caught up with this national feast, buying a color TV was like picking out discounted vegetables at the market.
He Changyi walked into the department store. To promote color TVs, they were stacked up on one wall. On the left, a brand banner read, "Who has the lowest price? Compare and you'll know." On the right, another brand said, "Same price, better service."
Seeing that He Changyi had come alone, the middle-aged male TV salesman on the left was somewhat disappointed.
In his experience, young couples and middle-aged people are more likely to buy color TVs, the former for decorating a new house and the latter for upgrading.
Young women aren't profitable, so the male salesman ignored He Changyi, even impatiently telling her when she asked for a flyer:
"These are all limited; we can't give them to just anyone."
After He Changyi, a burly man wearing a gold chain entered the store. The male sales promoter's attitude changed, and he stood up to greet him attentively.
"Sir, are you buying a color TV? We'll give you a gold necklace as a prize in our lucky draw!"
He Changyi raised an eyebrow. It was really rare. She hadn't met someone like this in a while. Instead of getting angry, she found it rather strange.
At this moment, a young female sales promoter from the TV brand on the right returned from outside and immediately greeted He Changyi upon seeing him:
"Want a color TV? Free delivery and installation!"
He Changyi asked her, "How much does one cost?"
The saleswoman said skillfully, "A 21-inch color TV is only 999 yuan, a 25-inch one is 2499 yuan, and a 29-inch giant screen one is 3499 yuan. You can take a look at the demo units. The quality is very good and they won't break even after ten years."
He Changyi looked at the prototype. The cheapest 21-inch color TV still used traditional picture tube technology, with a rounded, convex screen surface, while the more advanced color TVs had flat, right-angled screens.
She then asked some questions about the TV model and after-sales service, which the saleswoman patiently answered one by one.
The male salesperson looked disdainful. "Her? She can't possibly buy a color TV? It's a clear waste of time."
He Changyi asked around, and finally tapped on the cheapest spherical TV, saying, "This one will do."
The male salesperson couldn't help but chuckle. The man with the gold chain said disdainfully, "What kind of sound is that?"
The male salesperson hurriedly explained, "Sorry, sorry, I just burped..."
The saleswoman remained composed and enthusiastic: "No problem, I'll get you a new machine from the warehouse. We also have a free TV cover; you can choose a color. Leave your address later, and I'll have someone deliver it to your home..."
He Changyi interrupted her.
"Not one, I want a thousand."
Female sales promoter: "One thousand units?!"
Before she could process the news, a loud crash was heard. The group looked in the direction of the sound and saw the male sales promoter fall to the ground in a disheveled state, knocking over the display models on the shelf.
The man with the gold chain nimbly jumped three meters away.
"You have to testify for me, I didn't touch him, he fell down on his own!"
He Changyi ordered 1,000 21-inch color TVs. Due to the large quantity, and the fact that they were outdated and slow-selling spherical TVs, the TV factory readily gave him a 20% discount, and He Changyi spent less than 800,000 yuan.
While advanced flat-screen TVs are good, spherical TVs are clearly more suitable considering the purchasing power of the Oroqen people.
Because the color TVs needed to be transported to Vladimir, 8,000 kilometers away, He Changyi requested that the TV factory use thicker, more shock-resistant packaging, and that the after-sales service and warranty period be adjusted accordingly.
After finalizing the deal on the color TV, He Changyi went on to visit the steel mill. After securing a new order for 5,000 tons, she returned to Vladimir with a great success.
As soon as He Changyi stepped into the store, the little black dog rushed over like a cannonball, standing up to be half a person tall, and enthusiastically tried to wash her face with its tongue.
He Changyi was prepared. She nimbly sidestepped, avoiding the dog's head-on collision, and then rode the dog from behind, pressing its head down with both hands to avoid the spittle while vigorously rubbing the dog's head.
This set of moves was developed through real combat. After having countless pieces of clothing ruined by the little black dog, He Changyi finally mastered the dog-catching technique.
The little black dog was so anxious that it kept whimpering, its thick tail swaying from side to side, making a loud "bang, bang, bang" sound as it pounded on the cabinet.
He Changyi: "No, it's no use begging. You have too many criminal records, so you won't be pardoned."
Geng Zhi greeted him happily: "Boss, you're back!"
Zheng Xiaowei was a beat late in coming out, with what appeared to be traces of canned food on the corner of his mouth.
He mumbled, "Boss, why didn't you let us know you were coming back? We could have picked you up..."
He Changyi wedged the dog between his legs and entered the door, seemingly riding it but not quite.
"How do I pick it up? Do I bring the dog there and have to ride it back?"
Geng Zhi immediately said, "That won't do. There's an old saying: 'Riding a dog will only lead to tattered pants!'"
Zheng Xiaowei laughed so hard he almost spat out the meat he was holding in his mouth.
He Changyi: "...Why don't you just speak Emei from now on?"
Hearing Geng Zhi speak Chinese again would make her so angry she'd have a heart attack.
The customers in the store, who had their backs to the door, hesitated and turned around after He Changyi entered.
The sunlight outside shone directly on him, like a spotlight on a stage.
He Changyi recognized the face and exclaimed in surprise, "Captain Yan?"
Yan Zhengchuan opened his mouth, but his throat felt tight, and he couldn't speak.
What do you want to say?
How should I put it?
Hello, are you my sister who I lost more than 20 years ago?
He Changyi spoke first.
"Boss, are you here to get an invoice? I knew it! How could a government agency not need an invoice for reimbursement? Here's what we'll do: I'll over-report your expenses, and you just need to give me a 3% tax refund."
Yan Zhengchuan closed his eyes tightly, and all the emotions he had been building up vanished.
He knew it!
All that talk about being sentimental, touching, or a long-awaited reunion is nonsense, and it doesn't apply to He Changyi at all!
Geng Zhi caught up from behind, wanting to say something, but then stopped himself from speaking, gesturing wildly as he tried to make He Changyi understand using sign language.
He Changyi: "...Speak properly."
Zheng Xiaowei peeked out from the side and said gloatingly:
"You told him to speak Emei from now on, but he can't even speak Chinese well, let alone foreign languages, so he got stuck."
He Changyi: ...
She felt that the Zheng family's Y chromosome was toxic; it was either too slick or too naive, neither of them quite right.
Yan Zhengchuan couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Xiao Geng is trying to say that I arrived a few days ago and have been waiting for you, right?"
Geng Zhi nodded excitedly, gave Yan Zhengchuan a thumbs-up, and squeezed out three words from his throat:
"Ha! La! Shao!"
He Changyi: ...
Yan Zhengchuan said happily, "The soldiers you lead are really good; they have your style."
He Changyi revealed a smile through gritted teeth.
"Thank you so much."
She poured herself a glass of water, drank it all in one gulp, put down the glass, and asked Yan Zhengchuan:
"Sir, what brings you to Oros this time? Are you here to arrest another fugitive?"
Yan Zhengchuan paused.
"I'm not here on official business, it's...some personal business."
He Changyi understood: "Do you need me to find you a translator? He's an international student at Moscow State University, a legitimate Chinese citizen with a clean background and reliable political connections. He's also tight-lipped. As long as the money is right, he can even take you to a male model show without any problem."
Yan Zhengchuan asked expressionlessly, "Why would I want to go see a male model show?"
He Changyi readily agreed: "Striptease is fine too, it's just that I was afraid you might have some niche hobbies that you'd be embarrassed to talk about."
Yan Zhengchuan: ...
He decided to act swiftly and decisively, first chasing away the two snickering brats who were standing nearby.
"You all get out. I have something to say to your boss."
Geng Zhi was worried and wanted to stay, but Zheng Xiaowei pulled him away.
"What are you meddling in? Is this any of your business? You're like a dog chasing a mouse. Can't you see the boss hasn't said anything? Hurry up and get out of here..."
Geng Zhi shook off Zheng Xiaowei's hand, and seeing He Changyi nod at him, he walked out, looking back every few steps.
When only the two people and the dog remained in the shop, Yan Zhengchuan took a deep breath, organized his thoughts, and spoke with difficulty:
"You might be my sister..."
He Changyi, who was initially on guard, immediately relaxed upon hearing this.
"Hey, it wasn't a robbery after all. You scared me."
Yan Zhengchuan: ?
He Changyi explained considerately: "I thought you were a fugitive who had been placed under investigation and planned to come here to earn some money for your escape, so that you could live as a fugitive and never see me again."
Yan Zhengchuan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He tried hard to suppress his anger and said in a gentle voice:
"I took leave and informed my workplace before leaving the country—what nonsense about fleeing abroad!"
He Changyi suddenly realized what was happening and immediately changed his tune to praise:
"Sir, you truly are a fine cadre of the country; you are so meticulous in your work! By the way, what did you just say?"
Yan Zhengchuan said irritably, "I said I'm your brother!"
Upon hearing this, He Changyi suddenly fell silent.
Yan Zhengchuan stared intently at her, unsure whether he felt more nervous or more expectant.
After a long and unsettling silence, He Changyi finally spoke.
"Yan Zhengchuan, what's wrong with you? Why are you calling everyone you meet your god-sister? Does the Party and the State know about your chaotic behavior?"
Several veins bulged on Yan Zhengchuan's forehead.
"What nonsense about being a god-sister! I'm your real brother! Your biological brother!"
"Oh, my brother..."
He Changyi suddenly realized.
"What?! You're my own brother?!"
This time the reaction was finally a bit normal, and Yan Zhengchuan was even somewhat relieved.
"I suspect you are our family's daughter who went missing twenty years ago, Changyi. I would like to ask you to cooperate with a DNA test."
He Changyi fell silent again.
She asked cautiously, "Um, I didn't mean to offend you, but, Captain Yan, do you suspect every girl you see is your sister? How long have you had this symptom? What did the doctor say?"
Yan Zhengchuan: ...
He finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared:
"I'm not sick! I'm perfectly mentally sound! I don't think everyone is my sister! I think you're the one who's sick!"
He Changyi wasn't angry at all, and said softly, "It's okay, I understand. Really, that's what everyone in the mental hospital says."
Yan Zhengchuan began to doubt whether his trip to Oros to find his relatives was really the right choice.
However, he quickly realized that He Changyi was deliberately making fun of him; this person was utterly wicked.
He Changyi was having a great time, but seeing that he was really getting impatient, she said:
"Okay, then I'll treat you like my own brother."
Yan Zhengchuan was so angry that his chest felt tight. He said irritably, "Not necessarily. My sister isn't as mean as you. When she was little, she would always share half of her candy with me."
He Changyi: "Sigh, I understand. If I couldn't beat them, I would also offer them tribute."
Yan Zhengchuan: ?
No, can't we leave him with some beautiful memories of his sister?
After a round of banter, Yan Zhengchuan's initial tension and anxiety vanished, and his curiosity was piqued. He asked He Changyi:
Don't you suspect I'm lying to you?
He Changyi was shocked: "Yan Zhengchuan, could it be that you really fled abroad? You wait, I'll call the embassy right now. We, the good socialist youth, are sworn enemies of reactionaries like you!"
Yan Zhengchuan: ...
Once again, he truly met his nemesis.
He Changyi, having had enough fun, answered seriously:
"First of all, I've known for a long time that I'm not the Yang family's biological son."
She said indignantly, "Who would name their own daughter Yang Daniu and Yang Fangfei? If the Yang family didn't already have a son, I suspect they would have given her some unlucky names like Yang Zhaodi, Yang Pandi, or Yang Yindi."
Yan Zhengchuan: "Actually, the name 'Da Niu' has a kind of wise yet unassuming, simple yet profound style, and it can't be said that it's unsuitable for you."
Under He Changyi's warning gaze, he cleared his throat and tried to suppress the overly gloating smile on his face.
Secondly—
Before speaking, He Changyi gave a heads-up.
"What I'm about to say might make you uncomfortable, but I want to show you the real you, not just empty pleasantries."
Yan Zhengchuan's expression turned serious.
"you say."
He Changyi met Yan Zhengchuan's gaze without flinching.
“In fact, I have no expectations of my biological family. If you had appeared two years ago or earlier, perhaps the ‘me’ at that time would have been overjoyed, but for me now, it means nothing.”
He Changyi was telling the truth. If Yan Zhengchuan could appear before the end of the original book and save her from the melodramatic plot of the "spoiled wife" story, she would definitely regard him as a savior sent from heaven.
Let alone recognizing him as a relative, I wouldn't have any problem even recognizing him as my godfather.
But when He Changyi broke free from the control of the original book and began to live her own life, Yan Zhengchuan's existence became useless.
It's not that he's bad, it's just that she doesn't need him anymore.
Ultimately, He Changyi is a transmigrator, not a native of this world.
Therefore, it didn't matter to He Changyi whether the person who came was Yan Zhengchuan or Song Zhengchuan.
Yan Zhengchuan was deeply shocked after hearing He Changyi's words.
He recalled the news he had heard about Yang Danu before. She was having a hard time supporting her family, was surrounded by rumors, and was even forced to go to Oros to fight for her life (He Changyi: That's not entirely true).
If he had found the person sooner, his sister wouldn't have suffered so much.
It was his fault.
Yan Zhengchuan spoke with difficulty: "I'm sorry..."
He Changyi stopped him from speaking.
"Don't rush to apologize. I'm not even your sister yet. If you kowtow and apologize now, don't find out later that I'm not related to you by blood. You'll feel so angry when you think about it."
She said with utmost sincerity, "Boss, I'm not one to back down easily. If I can't repay you with a kowtow, you'll be at a complete loss."
Yan Zhengchuan's unfinished words were stuck in his throat, leaving him unable to speak or utter anything, and he almost fainted from anger.
No, how could she be so mean!
"He Changyi, what's wrong with you? Why do you keep pulling these unexpected attacks? Are you addicted to hurting people's feelings?"
He Changyi said with a smile, "It's my fault, it's all my fault. I'm just too honest."
Yan Zhengchuan's carefully cultivated emotions for recognizing his new partner were completely exhausted, and he even felt a bit depressed.
"Alright, I've told you everything. Come back to China with me for a DNA test, and I'll reimburse your travel expenses."
He Changyi shook her head: "That won't do. I just came back from China, and I have a lot of things to deal with here urgently."
Yan Zhengchuan didn't seem surprised, just a little disappointed.
With the groundwork laid earlier, He Changyi's refusal didn't seem so hard to accept.
As far as the Yan family is concerned, they feel indebted to her for not taking good care of her.
"Okay, let me know when you're back in China, and I'll arrange the testing. Everything will proceed at your pace."
Officer Yan's concession was so obvious that He Changyi felt a little embarrassed.
“Then you’ll have to wait a long time. Or I can just not go back. I’ll draw a vial of blood for you to take back to China for testing. That way it won’t take too long. If we really are related by blood, I can fly back to China very quickly.”
Yan Zhengchuan thought about it and realized that this was indeed a solution that both sides could accept.
He Changyi took out the smallest syringe from the store's first-aid kit, disinfected it, drew half a vial of blood from Yan Zhengchuan's arm, and handed it to him in a thermos filled with ice, adding a final, reassuring instruction:
"Captain Yan, you wouldn't use my blood to develop a biological weapon targeting me, would you?"
Yan Zhengchuan gritted his teeth and said, "You really think too highly of me. If I had that ability, I wouldn't need any biological weapons. I could just call in air support and blow them all up with a single missile, saving me the trouble!"
He Changyi said, "Hey, if you really have the ability, don't waste missiles. I'll give you the coordinates of the Yang family. Aim at them and bombard them. Don't let them escape. One missile is too few. I personally prefer a saturation attack. What do you think?"
Yan Zhengchuan squeezed his eyes shut.
He took the thermos and turned to leave; if he stayed any longer, he'd probably get a stroke from anger.
He Changyi waved a handkerchief behind her:
"Assuming you're my biological brother, have a safe journey, I'll be waiting for your news~"
Yan Zhengchuan walked even faster, almost fleeing in panic.
Geng Zhi poked his head out and asked, "Boss, why did Officer Yan leave? Isn't he staying for dinner?"
Zheng Xiaowei poked his head out from the side and corrected, "Use Emei language!"
Little black dog: "Woof woof woof!"
He Changyi's pleasant mood vanished instantly.
Well, with these two troublemakers in the shop, she should probably focus on figuring out how to make money.
Yan Zhengchuan's appearance was like a pebble thrown into He Changyi's life.
It can't be said that it had no impact at all, but the pebbles didn't create any waves; only ripples on the water's surface proved that he had been there.
He Changyi began to aggressively acquire scrap steel in Vladimir.
From tractor factories to internal combustion engine factories to agricultural machinery factories, from workers to factory leaders, everyone eagerly awaited Zhong Guoshuo's arrival to purchase the scrap steel from their factories.
What? The factory doesn't have that much scrap steel?
Look at the machinery and equipment that have been stored away in the workshop for many years, then look at the outdated and unsold inventory in the warehouse, and even the freight rails that originally stretched from the factory to the railway line...
If the definition is broad enough, Vladimir is full of scrap steel.
On the outskirts of the city, the gates of a long-closed agricultural machinery factory have reopened.
However, the workers who entered the factory this time were not there to manufacture new agricultural machinery, but to dismantle the production line.
The factory was full of dust, and a thick layer of cobwebs hung on the steel frame. When He Changyi walked in with the person in charge of the agricultural machinery factory, he also saw several rats running away in panic.
The person in charge said enthusiastically, "This is all top-quality steel!"
He slapped the rusty steel plate next to him hard, leaving a clear palm print on it when he withdrew his hand.
"If the factory hadn't gone sixteen months without paying wages, who would have the heart to sell such a good production line as scrap steel?"
He Changyi didn't completely believe what the contact person said, and carefully examined the condition of the rusty iron lump.
The protective green paint originally applied to the steel has mostly peeled off, and after being exposed to the air for a long time, it has rusted into large patches of red rust.
He Changyi has been buying a lot of scrap steel lately, so he can roughly tell the quality of steel.
To be fair, although Alliance products have always been known for their bulky and clunky design, they really spare no expense, pushing the design redundancy to the limit, with an estimated lifespan that could stretch to the day the Earth is destroyed.
Even a production line from a nearly bankrupt agricultural machinery factory easily outclasses the stingy Japanese equipment in terms of the weight and quality of its steel.
After tapping and checking everything to make sure there were no problems, He Changyi told the contact person that the production line needed to be disassembled into small pieces of scrap steel, as she couldn't transport the whole thing to the dock.
As He Changyi and his contact person discussed the specific time for the demolition, a middle-aged man with gray hair suddenly spoke up:
"Why don't you buy the complete production line instead of dismantling it into useless parts? Doesn't Zhongguo need to produce agricultural machinery?"
The liaison tried to stop him: "Hey, old Ivan, you're being very offensive. These are our factory's guests!"
He Changyi was not angry. He calmly said, "If it were ten or twenty years ago, I think there would be people in Zhongguo who would be willing to spend a lot of money to buy a second-hand production line. But now it's different. We can manufacture more advanced production lines."
Amidst the complex and unspoken expressions on Old Ivan's and the contact's faces, He Changyi patted the steel behemoth beside him.
"For Zhong Guo, its only use is to be sent to a steel mill for recycling. Perhaps in the future, this scrap steel will be cast into another production line."
Old Ivan shook his head and muttered, "Alas, yes, that's right, we've even fallen behind Zhong Guo..."
The contact person was also feeling uneasy, but he quickly composed himself and said warmly to He Changyi:
"Regardless of whether the production line is outdated or not, what you need is the steel that makes up the production line, isn't it? Considering the quality of this scrap steel, could the purchase price be a bit higher? Even for the sake of the friendship between our two countries, after all, we have technicians who have been sent to China before!"
When He Changyi returned to the agricultural machinery factory, he was met with a chaotic and shocking scene.
The production line is no longer the complete entity it once was. It has been brutally dismantled.
Some workers operated acetylene torches to cut along the weld seam of the production line, the blinding blue-white flames leaving dark red burn marks at the broken steel.
Other workers, armed with hammers and crowbars, dismantled the cut-off production line into smaller pieces.
Twisted steel plates, broken bolts, and shattered gears form rows of steel graveyards.
It took several years to design, manufacture, and install this production line, but only a few days to dismantle it.
Old Ivan stood at the factory gate, alongside some equally aged workers, silently watching the steel behemoth being skinned and dismantled.
"Back then, I was a model worker in the factory. I never produced any defective products, nor wasted a single screw."
"Back then, all the member countries of the alliance were scrambling for agricultural machinery quotas, so I had to sleep in the factory for a whole week."
"We made a solemn pledge to equip each collective farm with at least one piece of agricultural machinery..."
The veteran workers, taking advantage of the dismantling of the production line, reminisced about the vibrant and glorious past.
More workers, however, wore joyful smiles.
The factory manager said that once the scrap steel was sold, there would be money to pay wages. Although it wouldn't be enough to make up for the sixteen months of back wages all at once, each worker in the factory would receive at least three boxes of canned food!
Although dismantling the production line is unsettling, the factory has been out of operation for so long that even the factory gates have rusted.
Everyone knows that without the procurement quotas assigned by the alliance, the former member countries are more willing to buy American, European, and Japanese brands rather than spend money on agricultural machinery from technologically backward countries.
Moreover, that Ms. Zhong Guo gave so much!
The goods she used to exchange for scrap steel were not cheap, low-quality stockpiled goods, nor were they expired man-made waste; they were genuine, high-quality products.
She sells clothing and shoes, with clothes for every season from spring to winter; she also sells sugar, oil, and seasonings, with white sugar as white as snow and vegetable oil as clear as crystal, high-quality goods that are hard to find in other stores; and she also sells household items, from thermos flasks to insulated cups to lace refrigerator covers, all of which are durable and inexpensive.
Most importantly, it's the canned food from the Coal Mine Family brand.
Unlike other canned goods from China, this factory-branded canned goods perfectly suit the tastes of the Oroqen people. They are sour, salty, and oily, and delicious whether eaten cold or heated. The creamy beef stewed with apricot jam is simply irresistible.
Some Chinese tourists also brought canned goods from China under the brand "Coal Mine People," but while their canned goods weren't bad, the kind of deliciousness they had was typical of Chinese people, not Emei people.
The traders were also puzzled. Everyone said that the Russians loved to eat the canned food from coal miners, but it seemed that they only liked it casually, far from being obsessed with it.
What they didn't know was that the coal miners' factory had a dedicated canned food production line for Eros, and He Changyi, as the sole Eros distributor, was the only one who could obtain canned food with improved flavors.
Therefore, although coal miners' families often lacked canned goods, as soon as a "delivery today" sign appeared in a Zhongguo store, the well-informed Eguo grandmothers would immediately rush in and snatch all the canned goods on the shelves.
The customers who arrived too late could only complain to the two young men from Zhongguo:
"Why is it out of stock again? This is the fifth time I've come and failed to buy canned food!"
However, for the factories in Vladimir, as long as there is scrap steel, it means an endless supply of canned food.
The factory paid its workers canned food instead of wages, and the workers happily took the cans home or sold them at high prices right at the factory gate.
It's great that we don't have to pay salaries in rubles!
The workers have had enough of the rubles depreciating at an hourly rate. What used to be a single ruble that could buy enough bread for a family meal now costs them three thousand times more.
Although monthly wages have increased tenfold, prices have increased more than tenfold.
Compared to other things, heavy cans give people a greater sense of security.
The unfamiliar square characters on the can symbolize deliciousness and satiety.
He Changyi's acquisition of scrap steel became increasingly smooth. At first, she had to visit each factory in person, bringing an expensive little gift, before she could even get a chance to knock on the office door.
Now, she doesn't even need to make any contact; factories come to her every day offering their products at prices so affordable they're practically free.
He Changyi accepted all comers, but the only problem was that the newly rented storage yard space was no longer sufficient.
It's such a sweet trouble.
Ship after ship of scrap steel was transported to the port of Zhongguo. At the same time, trains loaded with goods from Zhongguo passed through Mongolia and entered Russia, eventually stopping in Vladimir.
He Changyi traveled to almost every factory in Vladimir. She acquired a wide variety of scrap steel, from dismantled outdated production lines to scrapped rails, and even steel furnaces and rolling mills from steel mills on the verge of bankruptcy.
Unbeknownst to He Changyi, news of Zhong Guosuo, a scrap metal buyer who offered high prices, gradually spread to other cities, and would eventually bring her a group of mysterious clients.
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