"You haven't given me an answer about my wine yet?" Shamilov was about to leave when he remembered what he had done today.
"Wine isn't a problem. How about I make all your wines 65 proof?"
"Sixty-five degrees? That's good, that's good! It would be even better if there was seventy degrees." Shamilov's face was as happy as a dried Hericium erinaceus.
"I really admire how you Soviets drink. You dare to pour any strong liquor into your mouth without fear of dying from it."
"Hey, drink yourself to death! By the way, you seemed to be looking down on Vladivostok just now. It's a big city in the Soviet Far East, even bigger and more populous than Bu."
"No matter how big a city is, if it doesn't border China, it's worthless. Do you think I'd go there to trade?"
Shamilov thought about it and it seemed to be the case.
To the south of Vladivostok lay Chao County, and to the west, China had only a rarely used highway and a river. Both sides of the river were almost entirely Chao County and Soviet territory, devoid of any commercial value. It truly deserved Wan Feng's disdain.
After Shamilov left, Wan Feng immediately sent someone to notify Heihe's two wineries, asking them to adjust the alcohol content of the wine to 65 degrees. Of course, he raised the price by 50 cents per bottle.
The wines produced by the two Heihe wineries are both light-fragrant, the type that the Soviet Union can drink more easily.
As for whether it is cellared wine, forget it. The wine is in short supply even without cellaring. Who would bother to cellar it again?
The wine that Guo Wu and his team purchase also needs to be changed.
Cao Cao was in trouble again.
Just when Wan Feng was thinking this, Guo Wu actually came in the car with a smile on his face, delivering some sausages.
"From now on, all the wine you purchase must be over 60% alcohol. The higher the alcohol, the better. Light aroma is required. If there is no light aroma, strong aroma is also fine. Sauce aroma is not allowed."
Guo Wu also asked the same question Wan Feng had asked Shamilov: "Aren't they afraid of drinking themselves to death?"
"As long as they weren't poisoned by alcohol, how they died is none of our business."
"Wan Feng, let's discuss something."
"What?"
"Can you sell me one of the trucks you got?"
"You want to maintain a car?" Wan Feng asked in surprise.
"I've loved cars since I was a kid, and I've always wanted to own one, but I just didn't have the money."
This means that he is rich now.
"Tell me how much money you made from me this year?"
"The three of us made a total of 150,000 yuan."
That means each person earned 50,000.
Jiang Ming alone earned more than 200,000 yuan at Wanfeng, and Guo Wu, You Mingsheng and Wu Junyan together earned about 150,000 yuan.
The starting capital for the three of them was 10,000 yuan each that Wan Feng had lent them, and Jiang Ming himself put up 150,000 yuan in starting capital.
The greater the investment, the greater the income. It is normal that the three people could not defeat Jiang Ming.
"While I have work now, I want to buy a car and earn back the money I paid for it first."
"If you don't have a job in the future, will you get a car and look at paintings at home?"
"Even if there's no work in the future, I've already earned back the car's license, right? I've earned it for free and it looks nice at home, so I haven't lost anything."
This idea seems to be fine.
"So do you want a pointed or flat head? I have the pointed ones here, Mas, and the flat ones are Kamas."
"What do you think is good?"
"The safety of a pointed head is that in the event of a car crash, at least the pointed head provides better protection than a flat head. Flat heads are the future trend."
Anyone who says that flat-head cars are popular now is a liar. Flat-head cars were not popular in China in the 1980s and 1990s, and they became popular only after the millennium.
"Help me choose."
Wan Feng thought for a moment and said, "Then you should go to KAMAZ. It will be easier to find parts for KAMAZ in China in the future. You can go for the seven-ton truck. It has powerful horsepower and a dual-axle drive, so it won't miss most places. The downside is that it consumes a bit more fuel."
There weren't many Soviet cars that were fuel-efficient, and this was one of the reasons why it was eventually eliminated.
"How much is it? Can you give me a discount?"
"How much money did you bring?"
"I only brought 18,000 yuan."
"You bastard! You know this car is only 25,000, but you're still paying 18,000? Are you planning on getting it for free?"
Guo Wu just laughed.
"Never mind, it's only 18,000. That's a bargain for you, you bastard."
Originally he could earn more than 8,000 or 9,000 yuan from this car, but now he only has 1,000 or 2,000 yuan left.
It’s really the cost price.
"Do you have a driver's license?"
In the 1980s, the management of trucks in Heilongjiang was very lax. As long as you had a driver's license, you could drive on the road. As for the driving permit and license plate, they were dispensable.
At that time, traffic police only looked for two things when they stopped a car: driver's license and road maintenance fee.
Even if you just stick the receipt for paying road maintenance fees on the windshield, the traffic police usually won't even stop you.
"Not yet. I'm planning to buy one and hire someone to drive it first. I'll start driving it once I'm more familiar with it."
This was also a common route taken by car owners in those days.
However, owning a car is not a big deal if you can't drive it yourself. Hiring a driver is a considerable expense.
Guo Wu wants to give money to Wan Feng.
"Go find Chen Dao or Zhang Zhiyuan. I don't care about these things."
Guo Wu ran to find Zhang Zhiyuan.
Guo Wu is quite calculating, but unfortunately, due to the underdeveloped economy in Longjiang, there is not much transportation work, especially the three-point field is not a suitable place to keep a car.
There is still some work for him to do here, but once he leaves here, there will be nothing to do for his car, and he will be idle for at least eight months a year.
It can probably only be used for one or two months during the autumn harvest.
Moreover, Soviet trucks only existed in China for more than ten years, and later they completely withdrew from the Chinese market.
At that time, his car could only be sold as scrap metal.
Decades later, the Kamaz truck tried to re-enter the Chinese market. Although it had powerful power, it emitted a lot of pollutants and consumed a lot of fuel. Even when the Russian screw king later drove it across the Crimean Bridge, it did not succeed in China.
Zhang Zhiyuan took Guo Wu's money, then took Guo Wu to the parking lot outside and let him choose a seven-ton Kamaz truck.
Looking at Guo Wu jumping around the truck like a monkey that got a banana, Wan Feng shook his head.
"Remember to run in the truck properly when you get back. If the truck isn't run in properly, it's useless. Do you understand?"
Wan Feng shouted from a distance.
Guo Wu didn't know whether he heard it clearly or not, but he agreed. Then the driver he brought started the car, and the guy jumped in and drove away.
Wan Feng used his passport once last year and has not been used this year.
He asked Li Mingdou to take his passport to Qu Yang to help him apply for a visa.
He didn't know what he would encounter on this trip to Gongqingcheng, or whether he could make a deal.
After all, Komsomolsk-on-Amur was a completely unfamiliar place to him. He had never even noticed it on the map before.
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