It can be confirmed that the older man behind Shamilov is a master, a master of the same level as Han Guangjia.
Let two masters fight with their eyes. No matter how sharp the eyes are, they cannot hurt innocent people.
"Haha, Shabilov, I haven't seen you for three days. It seems like you've changed a lot."
"Wan! Can you tell? Then can you tell where I've changed? Am I more handsome again?"
"Come on, you're only considered handsome among women like you. To us Chinese women, you're nothing but a pile of shit. Your change isn't in your appearance, but in your temperament. You seem a lot more confident than before. Could it be because of that old man behind you?"
Alexey's eyebrows twitched a few times. This Chinese youth actually dared to call him an old man!
Do you believe that this old man like me will make you mute forever?
But it's difficult. The iron tower-like guy next to the Chinese youth is not easy to deal with. It's possible that you won't be able to defeat him. After all, he is young.
Shamilov quickly took over the conversation: "This is my uncle Alexei. He and my father grew up together, and he was a friend. He came with me today. I promised to treat him to Chinese hot pot."
Since the other party is Shamilov's uncle, Wan Feng naturally has to say hello.
"Hello, Uncle Alexei! Welcome to China. May our friendship last forever."
Finally, Alexei no longer had to compete with Han Guangjia in glaring. He smiled and greeted Wan Feng: "Hello, young man from China. May our friendship be as long-lasting as the waters of the Amur River."
Come on, the Longjiang River is stained with the blood of our Chinese people.
It is you who let the blood flow in the Longjiang River.
However, these words can only be kept in mind, as the current situation does not require mentioning these historical events.
To Wan Feng's surprise, Alexi actually took the initiative to reach out to Han Guangjia.
After these two guys exchanged glances, are they going to compete in arm strength?
After the arm strength contest, it’s probably time for a wrestling contest.
That was a matter between their masters and had nothing to do with Wan Feng. He was now going to make a deal with Shamilov.
"Shabilov, how many tons of supplies did you send me this time?"
"One hundred tons of high-quality urea!"
"Just say one hundred tons, no need to add adjectives."
"This is a tradition from the long history of our Russian nation."
This guy is actually acting like a duck on a pile of dung, and mentioning the long history in front of us Chinese people. Do you know how to write the word "death" in Chinese?
There are special people inspecting and accepting the trucks parked outside, so Wan Feng doesn't have to worry about this. A boss should act like a boss.
"So what goods do you want to exchange this time?"
"Forty boxes of liquor and ten boxes of sausages."
This is only the exchange amount of 60 tons of goods?
"What about the rest?"
"I want to exchange the rest for these." Shamilov took out a piece of paper with some ant-like characters written on it that looked like circles to Wan Feng.
Wan Feng casually handed it to Liang Bingyu: "Translate it."
"Canned meat, canned fruit, thermos, snow cotton shoes, down jackets, towels, underwear..."
There are more than twenty kinds of products in total.
Is this guy planning to open a department store in Bu City?
This is more troublesome.
Fortunately, Wanfeng has established its own currency exchange system, and everything is priced according to the value of the wine.
It took Wan Feng more than an hour to mark out the quantities of Shamilov one by one.
"Ten thousand! I've already recruited some people in Bu City. There are about thirteen or fourteen of them now. We rented a timber processing factory that was abandoned last year as our base."
Wan Feng immediately looked at Shamilov with new eyes: "Comrade Xiaosha, you're great! You've already pulled up the poles after just three days. Not bad, but the people you recruit have to be reliable."
"When I was hanging out on the streets a few years ago, I recruited all the brothers I met who had no background or influence."
This is good. It seems that Shamilov is really worth training.
One hundred tons of fertilizer eased Zhang Shiqian's frown a little, but there were still too many wolves and too little meat, and this amount of supplies was still not enough to distribute.
More than ten people from the agricultural reclamation system were each given ten tons. What's the point of this?
"Xiao Wan, this quantity is still not enough."
"You have to eat one bite at a time. Be careful not to overeat. Wait, I'll ask Shabilov how much potential he has. If he doesn't, I'll go over there and buy out the fertilizer plant's inventory."
Now Wan Feng has also realized that even if Shamilov sends a thousand tons a day, it will not be enough.
“One thousand tons a day!”
Shamilov's eyes almost popped out.
The Chinese have such a big appetite.
"That won't work. I have to sell the goods I exchanged for before I can get the funds to buy fertilizer. This takes a long time."
"Could you be any dumber? Why don't you just trade the goods for fertilizer? That way, you'll have more time to recoup your funds! Besides, don't rely on selling all the goods yourself. You can sell them wholesale. If you take less profit, wouldn't that increase your sales volume? That way, your funds will be recouped much faster."
Shamilov slapped his head and said, "Yes! I only thought about selling myself."
"Also, I've decided to give you a thousand cases of wine on credit. Send me a thousand tons of fertilizer a day. And before the Chinese New Year, I'll try to move all the inventory from your fertilizer plant to me. Now that you have the manpower, you can get me some steel."
Shamilov is indeed worthy of training, so we should increase the efforts in training him.
This stems from Shamilov's courage and cunning, and naturally also from the little old man whom the Han Guang family attaches great importance to.
With such a person by Shabilov's side, Wan Feng doesn't think that this guy will die halfway.
Shamilov was overjoyed when he heard this.
Supplies worth a thousand cases of wine are assets worth millions of rubles. With these things he can do something big.
Materials worth a thousand boxes of liquor require some calculation and cannot be imagined with the brain.
This Shamilov needs to go back to Bu City and find a professional to carefully calculate the matter.
Speaking of steel, Shamilov thought of the tanks.
"Tanks? Buried underground?"
"When the troops that gathered at the border withdrew two years ago, they thought the heavy machinery was in the way, so they didn't bury it all."
Wan Feng sighed. After all, this was the empire. They could just abandon the tanks that were supposed to be deployed to the front line. That was very Russian.
If the Russians had lived frugally, their economy would not have collapsed so quickly.
"Yes! I'll take as much as you can, but this is only considered scrap iron. I can only pay half the price. And you have to cut it up. You can't just bring it in as is. It might not pass inspection."
Wan Feng wanted everything he had just mentioned. The profit of steel was more than ten times higher than that of fertilizer.
A ton of ordinary steel in China now costs over a thousand yuan, and good steel costs tens of thousands of yuan.
Could the steel used to build tanks be junk?
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