Nisha took Shamilov back to her home. When Babulev saw Shamilov, he became furious and started yelling at him.
"Damn Shamilov, if my men had been injured that day, I would have hung you on a tree and let you freeze for three days, even if my sister had begged for mercy."
"Brother!" Nisha acted coquettishly to Babulev.
"Hmph! I, your sister, have a crush on you. Otherwise, you'll be in trouble. I warn you, don't bully my sister in the future."
Perhaps because there were more boys than girls in the Soviet Union, men developed a habit of domestic violence. Almost 90% of men had experienced domestic violence. Babulev doted on his sister and did not want his precious sister to be bullied.
At this moment, Shamilov turned into a gigolo and was protected by the woman.
"Brother! You threatened to freeze me to death, how could I not run? If you had told me to marry your sister earlier, there wouldn't be so much trouble!"
"You're blaming me for this? I only have this one precious sister. You slept with my sister and then you wanted to run away. If I don't scare you, who should I scare?"
Nisha couldn't take it anymore. Her brother was a rough guy who said whatever he wanted. "Brother! Stop talking!"
"If you dare to abandon my sister in the future, I will sink you into the Amur River to feed the fish." Babulyev left angrily.
No one wanted to make popsicles for him anymore, and the threat was lifted, so Shamilov began to let himself go and took out the package of things Wan Feng gave him to cash in.
Due to being deeply mired in the Afghan quagmire, the Soviet economy had already run into major problems, and the already weak light industry was even worse off. The daily necessities needed by the people had reached a point of exhaustion.
The shops in Bu City no longer have any products to sell to the public.
So Shamilov and Nisha spent half an hour at a crossroads to sell all the needles and thread given by Wan Feng, and made a total of more than 700 rubles.
"We sold so much? If we don't drink that bottle of wine, can we still sell it for dozens of rubles?" Nisha was excited.
It's more than just a few dozen rubles. He can sell it at three or four times the market price, which is more than a hundred rubles.
Shamilov thought the money came too easily.
Judging from the fact that the Chinese youth gave him more than 30 varieties of goods this time, the Chinese youth has far more goods than other Chinese people.
Having been to the market twice, he had some understanding of the goods displayed by people from China. The number and variety of goods sold by those stall owners were not large, and they were indeed not as numerous as the goods sold by the young Chinese people.
This is a money tree.
What can I use to exchange everything in the other person's hand?
Shamilov racked his brains for a long time, but he really couldn't think of anything in Bu City that could be exchanged.
There is nothing in the store except a few items. What else can you get if there is nothing in the store?
He wanted to ask the Chinese youth what he needed and see if he could find it in Bu City.
Therefore, he hurried to the Daheihe Island trading area the next day, but was disappointed that the young Chinese man did not show up that day.
What's up, Huaguo Youth? Or are you still not coming?
Shamilov was worried that the young Chinese people would never come again.
Another day later, Shamilov appeared in the trading shed early again. This time he went directly to the entrance of the shed from the Chinese side and waited for the Chinese youth to appear.
When he saw the young Chinese man appear again, Shamilov's eyes were filled with tears of excitement.
"Shabilov, is it really that cold? Your face is red from the cold."
Am I cold? Am I not excited?
"Wan! Did you bring any goods today?"
"You want the goods?" Wan Feng pointed at the backpack on Li Mingdou's back.
Shamilov immediately pulled out a handful of colorful rubles and said, "I want them all."
Wan Feng glanced at the ruble in Shamilov's hand. Who would want this thing? It can't be exchanged as toilet paper and it's slippery.
"Shabilov, I don't want the banknotes in your hand. I want the goods. Sorry! I won't accept them."
"You can use this money to buy things from us Soviets here." Shamilov did not give up.
"But what have you got that I should buy? A telescope? Big riding boots? Fur? These are of no use to me."
"So what do you want?"
It's time to get Shamilov to do something practical.
"come over!"
Wan Feng called Shamilov to a secluded place.
"Shamilov, the things I want to trade are not in this hall, but you have them in the Bu market. I'm sure you can get them out."
"I can't get anything about military matters." Shamilov's heart skipped a beat. Could this young Chinese man be a spy?
Wan Feng rolled his eyes. This guy was still a little wary. He probably thought he was a spy.
"If it's not military, then it's agricultural stuff, like steel and fertilizer. These two things shouldn't be difficult to get in Bu City, right?"
Steel and fertilizer? These two things don’t seem to be valuable things, right?
"Can these two items be exchanged for your goods?"
Wan Feng nodded: "Sure, I'll exchange as much as you get."
Shamilov looked at the bag that Li Mingdou was carrying. Steel and fertilizer were not things that could be carried on one's back. It would be difficult for the other party to do anything with such small things.
"Are you worried that I don't have the bargaining chips to exchange for steel and fertilizers?" Wan Feng saw what Shamilov was thinking.
Shamilov nodded vigorously, that's what he meant.
"Shabilov, can your passport allow you to set foot on Chinese soil?"
"Okay, but it's only for three days. What for?"
"Three days is enough. Come with me! I'll let you open your eyes and see my strength."
Shamilov had no hesitation about Wan Feng's proposal. He had long wanted to go to China to see what China was like.
As for safety, he didn't think much about it. He was a poor guy with only a few rubles on him, and there was nothing worth killing for.
Wan Feng brought Shamilov to the customs in China and applied for a visa for him to China.
At that time, both sides had not simplified the customs clearance procedures, and this process took nearly two hours.
Damn, it takes two hours for just one person. If there are more Soviet people coming to China, how long will it take?
If he wanted to go to Bu City, how long would it take considering the Russians' procrastination?
It seems that I should apply for a visa in advance, which should be longer in duration, so that it will be convenient for me to travel back and forth in the future and save some time when going through customs.
In any case, at around ten o'clock, Shamilov finally followed Wan Feng onto Chinese territory.
What Shamilov didn't know was that he had become the first unofficial Soviet person to set foot on Chinese territory at the Heihe Port.
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