1987 was a year of reform and difficulties for the Soviet Union.
In Wan Feng's words, he really couldn't make ends meet and wanted to change his way of life, but unfortunately he was fooled by the West and went down the wrong path.
Finally he walked to the edge of the cliff and jumped off.
With the publication of "Reform and New Thinking" in 1987, Golbachev began to fully promote the so-called humane and democratic socialism. He advocated democratization, openness, and pluralism, abolished the leadership of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, and led the reform astray.
It had nothing to do with Wan Feng where Gorbachev was going to lead the Soviet Union. Even if he knew that the Soviet Union was going to collapse, he would not go and tell the Soviets.
First, he knew that no one in the Soviet Union would listen or believe him.
The second is that some Soviet people would believe him but would not say it. For China, the collapse of the Soviet Union would be a great thing.
Since ancient times, the threat from the north has been a headache for every dynasty in China. Now that the threat from the north has disappeared, it is a huge benefit for China.
Why would Wan Feng, a Chinese, tell the Soviets?
He was hoping it would fall down sooner.
The sooner they fall, the sooner the chaos will occur, and he can take advantage of the situation to get what he needs.
A truck carrying steel got stuck in the sand on the beach, and Shamilov ran over and gave orders to help the team get out of trouble without any proper coordination.
Wan Feng didn't go over but turned to Alexei and smiled: "Thank you!"
Alexei's expression was calm: "Everyone helps each other. You help us once and I help you once, and we are even."
For Alexei, it was not difficult to push a small car like a Lada into a ditch.
Moreover, someone had already scouted the terrain in advance and brought him to the scene of the incident.
All he had to do was tamper with the road surface, and then he would just watch from the side without even moving his hands.
Afterwards, he went down to see the result and then evacuated without leaving any trace. It was that simple.
Wan Feng handed Alexi a box of cigarettes.
Alexei has a special liking for Chinese cigarettes. All Chinese cigarettes are flue-cured, which are much more delicious than the blended cigarettes in European countries.
Alexei lit a cigarette and smiled at Wanfeng and Han Guangjia, everything was said without words.
Under Shamilov's command, the stuck truck finally crawled out of the sand.
In fact, people could have climbed out without his command. It is not easy for a four-wheel drive truck to get stuck.
"Shamilov, I need a few highly skilled workers who can operate the machine tools you built for me. They can come to China and help me debug the machines and train the workers."
Shamilov didn't answer immediately. Instead, he thought for a moment and said, "This doesn't seem easy to do. It would require government approval over there, which is quite troublesome."
"That's your business. I believe you can do it. I want the best-skilled workers, preferably level eight or above."
Shamilov didn't know much about the workers' hierarchy, and he wasn't quite sure what the eighth level meant.
“Even if the government approves it, what if no one goes?”
"If they're eighth-level craftsmen, I'll offer them a monthly salary of 600 rubles, free board and lodging, and free alcohol at every meal. Go ahead and do it. I think you'll succeed."
Wan Feng was also not sure whether the level of craftsmen in the Soviet Union was the same as that in China.
China was taught by the Soviet Union, so the craftsmanship should be of the same origin. It is estimated that there is not much difference between the craftsman level of the Soviet Union and that of China.
At that time, the salary of ministers and engineers in the Soviet Union was only 300 rubles, and the eighth-level craftsmen were probably treated the same as engineers.
Wan Feng doubled their salary and provided free food and accommodation. The most important thing was that they were provided with alcohol at every meal. Even in the Soviet Union, they might not have received such treatment.
"I'll go back and look for it for you, but you can't be impatient about this matter. The time is too short."
Wan Feng thought for a moment and said, "I'll give you a month. Just get it done by early April."
He will get the motorcycle license in March. With the license, the Nanwan factory will officially launch the AX100 motorcycle. Naturally, it will be launched on May Day. Wasn't it popular to offer gifts on May 1st and National Day at that time?
If Shamilov could get the craftsmen that Wan Feng wanted by early April, then he could still catch the motorcycle production line ceremony when he returned to send them off.
"Also, I'll pay for the connections and give you fifty boxes of liquor or the equivalent as public relations expenses."
Shamilov was happy this time because he didn't have to spend his own money, which gave him enough motivation for this matter.
Fifty boxes of liquor are worth fifty or sixty thousand rubles on the black market in Bu. This seems to be profitable. I can probably open twenty boxes, and the rest...
Wan Feng had no idea that Shamilov had become increasingly shrewd and was already able to settle accounts.
Zhang Zhiyuan, who was following Wan Feng as an interpreter, didn't say a word for a long time.
When it comes to spoken language, Wan Feng hardly needs a translator, he just follows behind and asks for money.
I didn’t expect that this guy’s Russian is so fluent. My daughter has a sharp eye and can tell at a glance that this guy is no ordinary person.
It’s a pity that my daughter showed up a little late, so I could only give it to others... Alas!
Zhang Zhiyuan sighed, lamenting the cruelty of fate.
If Wan Feng didn't go to the Soviet Union, Zhang Zhiyuan would basically just sit there and pick up the money.
Of course, if you pick up money, you have to manage it. Wan Feng handed over his financial power to Zhang Zhiyuan without any reservation.
After all, Zhang Zhiyuan is his future father-in-law, even though he can only be considered a non-staff member.
Chen Dao was responsible for keeping the wine, and Zhang Zhiyuan was responsible for financial management and translation.
At least in Wan Feng's heart, this is a golden combination.
When Zhang Zhiyuan lived in the Wuxian Office of the Red General Farm, he worked as a cashier and accountant, so he was not unfamiliar with the financial management procedures.
After the first day of trading, Zhang Zhiyuan was shocked when he settled the bill in the evening.
The fertilizer transaction handled today was 500 tons, and the profit per ton was about 150 yuan. From this item alone, Wan Feng’s income was 80,000!
Eighty thousand yuan!
Zhang Zhiyuan's hands and feet were cold.
This is not the most important thing. When sorting out the steel accounts, Zhang Zhiyuan simply fell into a coma.
Three hundred tons of various steel products.
The transaction price per ton of steel ranges from two boxes of liquor to eight boxes of liquor.
Even after deducting various expenses and paying taxes, Wanfeng still made 1,500 yuan per ton of scrap steel, mainly at 2,000 yuan per ton, while the profit per ton of the best steel was about 5,000 yuan.
Millions in profit a day!
Zhang Zhiyuan was stunned.
Is this how you make money? Even if you find free money, you don’t do it this way!
It’s not that easy and quick to pick up money, right?
No wonder this fake son-in-law sneered at his monthly income of 18,000 yuan and insisted that he come here to help him. It turns out that this kid makes so much money in a day!
He hasn't even taken into account the truck deal that just started today.
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