Shamilov followed Wan Feng to the river bank and saw a small street on the shore that looked very lively.
As soon as Wan Feng and Shamilov walked into the street, a lot of heads popped out.
"Wow! Here comes a Maozi, and this one is the real Maozi!"
Shamilov was a little depressed. Haven't these Chinese ever seen Soviet people? What's so good about this?
Entering the warehouse yard, Wan Feng began to introduce Shamilov: "This was originally an abandoned factory. I rented it and converted it into a warehouse. There are a total of twenty warehouses here, each with an area ranging from 130 to 150 square meters, and they are all filled with goods."
After Liang Bingyu's translation, Shamilov looked stunned: "Are they all goods?"
How much cargo does this have to carry?
Wan Feng came to warehouse No. 1, opened the door and invited Shamilov in.
As soon as Shamilov entered the house, he saw that it was filled with stacks of cardboard boxes, but he didn't recognize the words on the boxes and didn't know what the goods were.
However, there is a strange smell in this warehouse that seems familiar.
"Shabilov, guess what these goods are?"
Shamilov shook his head.
Wan Feng didn't explain. He reached out, opened a box, took out a bottle of Heihe Daqu wine and handed it to Shamilov.
Shamilov's eyes widened like light bulbs, and he hugged the bottle of white wine tightly: "This is all here!"
Wan Feng nodded.
There was a golden glint in Shamilov's eyes. Although he was not as used to drinking Chinese wine as he was to vodka, it was still wine at least.
It is not easy to buy wine in Bu City now, but there are so many wines here.
Such a whole storehouse of wine! No, I must take all of it and can't leave it to others. How much can it sell for if I bring it back to the Bu market?
"I want it, I want it all, Wan! How do I exchange it?"
"One ton of fertilizer for one case of wine, or one ton of steel for one case of wine. If you can get these types of steel, the bargaining chips I'll give you will be higher."
Wan Feng asked Liang Bingyu to write down in Russian the several types of special steel he wanted.
Wanfeng offers oriented silicon steel sheets, high-grade stainless steel plates and wide and thick steel plates that have been tempered and tempered as trading chips for five to three boxes of wine.
"I want to know how many bottles of wine are in this case?"
"Twelve bottles."
Shamilov immediately took out a pen and paper and began to calculate.
A box of twelve bottles of liquor can now be sold for one thousand rubles in the Bu market without any problem, while a ton of fertilizer seems to be only more than two hundred rubles, and a ton of steel is even less valuable.
Steel is everywhere, you can pick it up wherever you want.
In 1979, when the border situation between the two sides was tense, many heavy mechanized troops from the Soviet side arrived at the border.
When these troops withdrew two years ago, the old tanks were inconvenient to take away, so their engines and artillery systems were removed and the tanks were submerged or abandoned on the spot.
It can be said that these things are everywhere in some remote places outside the suburbs of Bu City.
Just transporting these things here means money!
When he goes back, he can mobilize local citizens to look for these steels. Here, they can exchange one ton of steel for a box of wine. When he goes back, he can exchange two bottles of wine for one ton, or one bottle of wine for one ton. In this way, he can make ten bottles of wine for one ton of steel, which is a profit of nearly one thousand rubles.
How much money can Curry make from this wine?
This is just ordinary steel. If he can get the other special steels, he will get more profit.
Oh, it seems like I can’t handle this by myself. If it weren’t for the help of Brother Nisha, I would have to recruit more people.
Wan Feng’s prediction was absolutely correct. There was no need to force Shamilov, as he thought of recruiting people on his own.
"Shamilov, what I need most now is fertilizer. I hope you can get me as much fertilizer as you can."
After winter comes spring plowing, and fertilizer is needed now, but steel can be obtained at any time.
Shamilov patted his chest and said, "No problem! I'll go back to the Turgenev Fertilizer Plant right away to contact you, and then we'll go through customs clearance and the transaction. So, how much do you want for the first batch?"
Wan Feng pointed to Warehouse No. 1 and Warehouse No. 2 and said, "These two warehouses are full of wine. There are thousands of boxes of wine. Take your pick."
Shamilov calculated again: "A thousand shots of wine are not enough. I need more."
"That's not a problem. Once you've sold all the wine here, more will come in right away. Even if the wine runs out, I still have other goods."
I don't know if it was to prove that Wan Feng was not talking nonsense, but as soon as he finished speaking, the gate of the warehouse yard opened, and two Dongfeng 140s drove in, with the carriages covered with thick tarpaulins.
Guo Wu jumped out of the driver's cab of the first car.
"Wan Feng, the sausage is here."
Wan Feng pointed to Warehouse No. 12 and said, "Unload it into Warehouse No. 12."
Two cars drove towards number 11.
"Is this also wine?" Shamilov asked Wan Feng.
"It's not wine, it's sausage."
"Ham? What is that?"
"Just go and take a look and you'll know."
Wan Feng brought Shamilov to warehouse No. 12.
Yang Jianguo has already found more than a dozen loaders from outside to start unloading goods into the warehouse.
The small street is not only populated by merchants from other places, but also by some local idle people who are waiting here to find some odd jobs and make some money while there is nothing to do in the winter.
Wan Feng asked a loader to bring over a box of sausages.
He tore open the box and grabbed a handful of sausages from inside and stuffed them into Shamilov's hands.
Shamilov was a little dumbfounded when he looked at the ham sausage. It seemed a bit similar to their sausages, but not as thick as their sausages and the color was different.
"What"
"Come on! Let's go inside and talk. It's cold here!"
Walking back to the reception room of the base, Wan Feng tore open a sausage and took a bite.
Shamilov followed suit, tearing open one and taking a bite.
It does have a lot of similarities with their sausages, but it tastes much better than the sausages produced in their country.
"Mmm, good! Delicious!"
"Shabilov, it's also a good choice for drinking. If you don't believe me, try it."
Shamilov still held the bottle of wine.
Following Wan Feng's instructions, Shamilov opened the bottle of wine, took a sip of wine and ate a bite of sausage. It was exactly the right way and it was a real pleasure.
"I want this too. How do I trade it?"
A box of sausages is much more expensive than a box of wine.
Ordinary white wine costs only a little over one dollar a bottle, and a box is only fifteen dollars, but a box of this ham sausage costs more than fifty dollars.
"This box of ham sausages contains 100 pieces. One box of ham sausages must be exchanged for at least two tons of fertilizer or three tons of steel." Wan Feng simply asked for a huge price.
If you don't ask for a high price now while both parties are still unclear about the situation, you won't be able to get it even if you want it in two years when the other party realizes the situation.
"No problem, leave it to me."
Shamilov has thought it through. It is no problem for him to sell the sausages for ten rubles each. A box can also be sold for thousands of rubles. Two tons of fertilizer are only five or six hundred rubles. He can still make a good profit.
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