"Zhang Huyou, can you guarantee the quality of this stuff?"
"I'm not sure about that either. The goods come from a fertilizer plant on the other side of the river called Turgenev. It's said to be one of the ten largest fertilizer plants in the Soviet Union and the largest in the Far East, with an annual production capacity of 300,000 tons. Since you're dealing in agricultural supplies, I'm sure you can find information about this plant."
These people stared at each other in confusion. China and the Soviet Union had been hostile for decades, and the border had been closed for decades. The two sides had almost no contact before trade began. Where could they find information about the factory?
A few guys started discussing again, and after discussing for a long time, they finally gave Zhang Shiqian a result.
"As long as your supplies pass inspection, we'll take them."
"Can you eat tens of thousands of tons?"
"It's not a big deal, I'm just worried you can't do it."
The State Farms Reclamation Administration has 35 million mu of arable land, so 18,000 tons of chemical fertilizers is nothing.
There was no sign of laziness in the face of these huge profits. They immediately went out to find ways to build relationships and make greetings.
While Zhang Shiqian was looking for a market, Shamilov returned to Bu City and immediately went to the Turgenev Fertilizer Plant to contact for fertilizers.
This guy was quite efficient. Three days later, he arrived at Oshima Customs with all the information and certificates of the Turgenev Fertilizer Plant and the first truckload of fertilizer.
The customs declaration procedures for fertilizers are indeed very complicated and require inspection.
This was the first large-scale commodity transaction since the opening of the Heihe Port. After the inspection, the Soviet trucks drove into the Chinese territory for the first time. They did not enter the Wanfeng base, but directly transferred to the Chinese cars in the open space outside the base.
The profit from ten tons of fertilizer was 1,700 to 1,800 yuan. Although it was not much, it was his first real income from the transaction with the other side and was of great commemorative significance.
Shamilov asked for six boxes of liquor and two boxes of sausages. When he returned to Bu City, he had to sell these things for cash and then use the cash to buy fertilizer.
Wan Feng gave Shamilov an advance of ten boxes of liquor and ten boxes of sausages, so that he could cash them out and send more goods at one time.
After returning to Bu City, Shamilov rented a small shop on the street as quickly as possible. For the time being, the shop only sold two items: Chinese liquor and sausage.
He and Nisha worked as shop assistants in the store and were busy all the time.
Not to mention how popular the scene was, the process from opening the store to closing it took only half an hour, and the goods he brought back were sold out, and many people who came after hearing the news went home empty-handed.
A bottle of white wine costs ninety rubles, and a piece of ham costs ten rubles.
These goods seem to be free. Many people buy wine in batches of four or five bottles, and sausages are usually bought in batches of ten.
So in just over half an hour, all the items in the store were sold out.
"Come back in two days to buy it. It's out of stock today." Nisha smiled and sent away the disappointed person who didn't buy the goods.
Fifteen boxes of liquor and ten boxes of sausages were sold for a total of 27,000 rubles, which was enough for Shamilov to buy more than 100 tons of fertilizer.
Babulev now had to admire his sister. Her vision was very sharp. The guy she liked could actually get the hot commodity.
Seeing this guy make a lot of money in a short time, even he felt jealous.
At this time when supplies were scarce, Shamilov brought back more than a dozen boxes of white wine and ten boxes of delicious sausages at one time.
"Hey! Kid! Where did you get all these scarce supplies? You can't make a fortune alone, let me, your big brother, get some of it too."
Babulyev's words reminded Shamilov of what Wan Feng had said.
Now even my girlfriend's brother is jealous. I guess someone will target me in a few days.
It would be fine if an ordinary person targeted me, but it would be dangerous if someone from the Bushi gang targeted me!
No, it’s time to have my own people to lead my own team.
Originally, he wanted to wait for a while before recruiting his own people, but now it seems that he has to make plans early.
Babulev is easy to deal with. Next time he comes back to exchange goods, he can wholesale some of what he deserves and let him sell it.
But others were not so easy to talk to.
As a former gangster, Shamilov knew what kind of people were involved in the underworld in his area.
Igor and Taras wandered the streets like two wandering ghosts.
"Life is dull without wine. I'd rather die," said Taras listlessly. He had said this several times that day.
"Alas! There's not even a girl to flirt with on this street. I agree with you. Otherwise, you might as well go to hell."
"Why don't you just die?"
"Isn't this what you said, that life is boring and you might as well just die?"
"I'm going to die if I say so. Why don't you just die?"
The two guys were wandering around aimlessly, and when they turned an alley, two people appeared in front of them.
Igor and Taras, who were originally listless, suddenly brightened up their eyes.
"Daniel, Anton! Are you two waiting here specifically for us?"
"Yes, our matter should have a result today." The young man named Anton replied.
Igor and Taras looked at each other, then rushed towards Daniel and Anton at the same time. In the blink of an eye, the four of them were fighting each other.
The Russians always look for excuses after they have fought a war. Their logic is that if they win, they have a reason, but if they lose, it is useless to have a reason.
The four men were having a great time fighting in the alley. After more than ten minutes, when they were lying on the ground panting and spraying white mist, a voice sounded in their ears.
"Have you had enough?"
The four people tilted their heads and saw a pair of legs walking towards them and stopping in front of them.
Following the legs upwards, they saw Shamilov's contemptuous face.
"Shamilov! Are you still alive?" Taras cried, getting up.
Igor also sat up: "We thought you were dead a long time ago."
Shamilov didn't like it: "Even if you all die, I won't die."
Daniel and Anton also came over: "Shamilov, isn't Babulev trying to catch you? We all thought he had you taken to make popsicles."
"Babulev is my girlfriend's brother. Do you think he can harm me?"
"So where have you been these days?"
"I'm going to make money. Is there anyone who wants to go with me? I need help now."
Anton curled his lips and said, "If you were the only one who could make money, we would have been rich a long time ago."
"Don't give me the cold shoulder. Let me ask you one more thing: is there anyone who wants to make money with me?
Shamilov took out a box of Chinese cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then threw one to each of the four guys.
"Brother has been doing business with people on the other side of the river recently. Have you received the letter this time?"
The four guys took the cigarettes and carefully identified the words on them, but none of them recognized them.
"Don't think we will believe you just because you show us a box of Chinese cigarettes. Who knows..." Igor stopped talking halfway through.
Because Shamilov took out another bottle of wine from his pocket, and the trademark was obviously not a domestic product.
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