Alexei, who originally thought that he had made a desperate attempt to defeat the Chinese man by drinking him back to his former glory, could no longer sit still and his face turned pale.
But because he is white, it won't show no matter how white his face is.
Alexey stared at Chen Dao's bottle of wine turned upside down without blinking.
Is this how you drink this wine?
They have always been known as a fighting nation, but few of them drink like this!
After drinking it all in one gulp, Chen Dao wiped his mouth and made a gesture of invitation: "I'll drink first as a sign of respect, please!"
What a joke! If he had done the same thing, he would have died in a foreign country.
Seeing Chen Dao's hand touching another bottle, Alexi groaned inwardly.
This is like encountering a drunkard! This old guy can't be a bartender, he can drink too much.
Shamilov was completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at Chen Dao who drank the wine like it was water.
This guy's subordinates are really full of hidden talents, there are people like this.
"Is that what he's drinking?" asked Shamilov dully.
"You can ask him to pour some for you to try."
Shamilov shook his head subconsciously.
Wan Feng spoke only after seeing that Alexei's arrogance had disappeared.
"Uncle Alexei, are you done drinking? Don't you want to drink any more?"
Alexey shook his head mechanically, his tongue stiffening. "No more, no more, I can't drink anymore! This guy is a heavy drinker. How much can he drink?"
"Not much, only about six or seven bottles. He's not the biggest drinker. We have another one who hasn't come here yet, and he drank fifteen or sixteen bottles without any problem."
Wan Feng was talking nonsense seriously.
Alexei's face froze. Fifteen or sixteen bottles? This...
It is very appropriate to use the phrase "drinking and eating to one's heart's content" to describe people who have eaten and drunk well.
It is debatable whether Alexei was full or not, but he was definitely drunk. He was so drunk that he could hear his stomach rumbling when he walked, and his whole body was reeking of alcohol.
Alexei was dejected. He had come to China today but failed to defeat anyone in combat, and even lost after drinking.
The purpose of his visit today was to dampen the arrogance of the Chinese so that Shamilov could have a psychological advantage when dealing with them in the future.
This kind of psychological tactic has always been popular in the Soviet army.
Whoever has the psychological advantage will win in the end.
But he never expected that not only did he fail to kill the opponent's arrogance, but his own arrogance was almost gone.
Fortunately, this is just business.
China actually has such talents.
The items that Shamilov exchanged and the thousand boxes of liquor that Wan Feng promised to give him in advance filled two Kamaz trucks.
Wan Feng circled Kamas twice.
Cars are a scarce commodity in China now, and relying on the production of FAW and Second FAW is simply a drop in the bucket.
In the trading sequence, although the tariffs on trucks are considerable, there is also huge trading space. At least until 1995, there was a huge demand for trucks in the country.
I wonder how much supplies it would take to buy a truck?
Can twenty boxes of wine be exchanged for a new car?
I don’t think it’s possible now. It might be possible during the chaos in the Soviet Union in 1989, but it’s probably very difficult now.
Even if twenty cases of wine can't be exchanged, then add twenty more! That's almost enough.
The domestic price of Kamaz is about 60,000 yuan, and the exact price is 59,000 yuan.
Even if Wan Feng exchanged a hundred boxes of wine for a truck, the cost would only be more than a thousand yuan, and after deducting the tariff, there would still be a huge profit.
What if Shamilov purchased a new truck over there, loaded it with fertilizer and brought it here, and then the Soviet driver went back and left both the truck and the fertilizer here?
What a great plan that is.
But new cars need to be run in. Does Shamilov have the patience to run in these cars?
If a truck is not run-in properly, it will become a useless vehicle and will be scrapped soon.
What about dealing in used trucks?
Wan Feng quickly rejected this idea. The customs clearance procedures for second-hand goods were too complicated. He would rather trade in a new car.
The truck reminded Wan Feng of the Soviet-made Lada sedan, so he also bought the Soviet Lada sedan.
It seems that the control over cars is quite strict. I don’t know whether the policy allows it. I will ask Quyang about this later.
Shamilov said goodbye to Wan Feng by the Longjiang River.
He promised him that when he returned he would start dealing in fertilizers and collecting steel, and at the same time ask Wan Feng for quotes on trucks.
After seeing off Shamilov, Wan Feng found Zhang Shiqian.
Zhang Shiqian earned 10,000 yuan by selling 100 tons of fertilizer, and seemed a little proud of himself.
"You might as well show off a little. One day someone might spot you and knock you unconscious with a club. Then they'll dig a hole in the ice and sink you into the Longjiang River. Then you'll die in a foreign land."
"Pfft! Crow Mouth, why do you always talk with your ears plugged?"
"Good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease; honest advice is unpleasant to the ear but is beneficial for action. If you had a bad mouth like me nagging you every day, you would live at least a thousand years."
"Get lost! You're cursing me in a roundabout way. Don't think I don't know that those who can live for a thousand years are turtles."
"Oh, you hang out outside every day, and you don't know what's going on at home. How do you know that you're not a cuckold?"
"Tsk! You still have the nerve to criticize others. Aren't you the same type of person? And there are two of you. If you're green-headed, you're double-faced."
After talking nonsense for a long time, the two of them started to get down to business.
"In a few days, Shabilov..."
"Wait a minute! You're such a bad boy! My name is Shamilov, but you keep calling me Shabilov. Are you taking advantage of me because I don't know what Shabi means?"
Wan Feng chuckled: "Of course he doesn't know? Even if he knew I was scolding him, he wouldn't know what 'Shabi' means in Chinese."
"Sooner or later, shabi... bah! You've led him astray, how could he not know it sooner or later?"
"What good does it do to know? Maybe he'll even thank me for giving him a nickname?"
"You're just talking nonsense!"
"Shabilov will bring in the steel in a few days. The varieties include cold-rolled thin plates, high-grade stainless steel plates, and scrap steel. My selling price for cold-rolled thin plates is 8,000 yuan per ton, high-grade stainless steel plates are 6,000 yuan per ton, and scrap steel is 2,000 yuan per ton. Please contact the next buyer to see if you can ship it. Once you have contacted them, please allocate some shares to Qin Suzhen. I promised her that."
Zhang Shiqian blinked for a moment. "Your price doesn't seem low. Scrap steel at 2,000 yuan a ton? Who wants it?"
"Don't you want to know what kind of scrap steel it is? It's all tanks! Do you think the steel used to build tanks is scrap steel?"
"Tank? You dare to mess with a tank? Aren't you afraid to go in and have tea?"
"They're all scrap. The Soviets buried the tanks underground. Is it illegal for me to import them as scrap steel?"
Zhang Shiqian couldn't accept this information for a while. He didn't understand why even scrapped tanks had to be buried underground. Wouldn't it be better to recycle them?
Wan Feng gave Zhang Shiqian a sentence decades later: Poverty limits your imagination.
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