Now you don’t need any means of transportation to get to Daheihe Island, you can just walk across the ice.
And because Daheihe Island is on the Chinese side, the distance is only about 180 meters away.
The Soviet side was farther away from the main island, only about seven or eight hundred meters away.
Of course, not everyone can go up there. Only those who have obtained a business license can go to the island. If anyone can go to the island, wouldn’t it be a mess?
Even so, there were hundreds of people from the Chinese side who went to the island. These people came to Daheihe Island carrying large and small bags as if they were fleeing to the market.
At the same time, there was also a long line of people on the Soviet side. Like the people on the Chinese side, they also carried large and small bags, but no one knew what was inside them.
Probably the only ones who came to the island empty-handed were Wan Feng and his group.
Wan Feng had so many kinds of goods that even if he took only one item each to the island, the quantity would be astonishing. Besides, he was not going to the island to set up a stall to exchange small commodities, so there was no need to bring so many things. Therefore, he chose to go to the island empty-handed, but asked Li Mingdou and He Xiao to carry a small bag each.
On the first day, he mainly visited the trading venue and the goods being traded by both parties so that he could have a better idea of the situation.
The people who followed Wan Feng to the island were Han Guangjia, Yang Jianguo, Li Mingdou and He Xiao, while the rest stayed in the warehouse to guard the house.
Since there was no need to discuss any business today, Wan Feng didn't even bring a translator. After three months of intensive study, he naturally had no major problems with daily language.
It may not be possible to have a romantic conversation with a Russian woman, but it should be possible to have business dealings with her.
What they learn every day are the names of various commodities and their Russian numerical expressions, as well as business terms such as whether to exchange or sell, which are more than enough to handle business transactions.
After passing the two small houses of the border inspection and customs, Wan Feng and his group officially entered the trading area between China and the Soviet Union.
The fan-shaped shed became a temporary trading place. The Chinese entered from the west gate, and the Russians entered from the east gate.
The greenhouse was almost empty, without even a platform, and some construction materials were piled up in some corners.
There is no heating inside, and it probably only serves to block the biting cold wind from the river.
The inside of the greenhouse was as chaotic as a rural farmers' market. People from the Chinese side set up stalls in a spot within the lines marked on the ground, while people from the Soviet side did not set up stalls on many occasions. Instead, they ran around with bags on their backs.
"Where are the Mao Zedong women you are talking about?" Li Mingdou was brainwashed by Wan Feng with Mao Zedong women every day, and it probably left a deep impression in his mind. Therefore, as soon as he entered the hall, his eyes scanned 360 degrees, wanting to see what the authentic Mao Zedong women looked like and what was the difference between them and the second-rate Mao Zedongs and the third-rate Mao Zedongs.
"Haha, are you getting impatient? I guess you won't get it today. Don't worry, if you don't get it today, there's still tomorrow. If you don't get it tomorrow, there's still the day after tomorrow. As long as you show the spirit of Yugong moving mountains, you will get a Russian woman sooner or later."
Maybe it was because it was the first trading day, I didn’t see many Russian women today. Even if I did see a few, they were all middle-aged ladies and didn’t mean anything.
The two sides have closed their ports and been hostile for decades, looking at each other like looking at new species in a zoo, you look at me and I feel dizzy, and I look at you and I feel confused.
The Russians are generally tall, and in China they are almost described as big and stupid, with eagle-like eyes flashing in their eye sockets.
Wan Feng didn't find these foreigners new, as he had seen people of all colors.
Han Guangjia was not curious about these Russians. Although the Vietnamese people in the south looked not much different from the Chinese, there were many high-caste people who looked no different from white people on the third brother's side. He had seen a lot of things, so he didn't find it strange.
The rest of the people were different, including Yang Jianguo, who had never seen foreigners before, so they enjoyed watching them very much.
While the others were watching the novelty, Wan Feng's attention was focused on the goods sold by the Chinese vendors at their stalls.
Most of these goods are daily necessities, such as flashlights, thermoses, candles, clothing, shoes and hats, etc.
There were Russians trading with the stall owners in front of almost every stall. They took out the goods they brought and gestured to each other as if they were playing a game of charades.
The products of the Russians are relatively monotonous, including various furs, cigarettes, razors and military products, such as military coats, high-waisted military boots, binoculars, etc.
Wan Feng took a fancy to a pair of high-waisted riding boots, the kind that reach up to the knees that Soviet Red Army officers wear in movies.
This pair of riding boots would cost thirty or forty yuan in China now.
Wan Feng thought about it, turned around and grabbed a towel from Li Mingdou's bag, and patted the shoulder of the Russian who was showing off his big boots.
"Switch?"
Maozi looked at the towel in Wanfeng's hand, shook his head and said in Russian: "No need!"
It doesn’t matter if you don’t need it. Wanfeng has plenty of small commodities and there is always one that suits you.
But before Wan Feng could take anything out of his bag, the guy pointed at the shoes on his feet and said, "Change into these!"
"No!" Wan Feng answered simply.
"I want the pair you have on your feet."
Wan Feng almost fell to the ground. Is this Russian crazy? He wants the shoes on my feet too?
It’s a good thing it’s winter. If it were summer, these would just be a pair of smelly shoes. Wouldn’t he mind it?
What the hell is this!
Wan Feng was wearing a pair of cotton hiking shoes, which were produced by Wahou Shoe Factory. The style was very novel and this type of shoes was also on the procurement list.
When winter came, he took out a pair of shoes from the warehouse and put them on. He has been wearing them for more than a month.
Wan Feng pointed at the shoes on his feet and asked, "Do you want to change them?"
Maozi nodded repeatedly, and with a click, he stuffed a pair of big boots into Wan Feng's hands, and then started talking incessantly.
If the Russians spoke too fast, it would be no different from the sound of a machine gun. Wan Feng would not be able to understand them. What he had learned was no way to cope with such a situation.
But judging from Maozi's expression, the other party is determined to get the shoes on his feet.
The purchase price of Wan Feng's pair of shoes at the Wahou Shoe Factory was four yuan, and the retail price on the market was six yuan. They were already considered high-end shoes, and they had been worn for more than a month, so there were many stains on the surface.
A pair of big leather boots costs dozens of yuan, so you can't lose money no matter how you look at it. Besides, they are still new. Wouldn't it be stupid not to change them?
Wan Feng took off his shoes quickly and put on his big boots. They were a little big but much more comfortable than the pair of casual hiking shoes.
Maozi picked up Wanfeng's shoes as if they were treasures, wiped them with the sleeve of his coat, and put them into his bag with a smile.
These idiots seem to have gotten the upper hand.
It feels different when you walk in riding boots. The floor of the greenhouse is made of cement, and the sound of crackling when you step on it is quite imposing.
Li Mingdou looked at the big boots on Wan Feng's feet, and then looked at the face boots he was wearing.
“I want it too!”
If you want, just change it.
Wan Feng pointed at the big boots and asked Maozi, "Are there any more?"
Maozi shook his head: "I only brought one pair."
Damn, you only make a few cents on a pair of shoes.
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