Dimitri was generally a bit shrewd. When he found out that he was no match for Chen Dao in terms of drinking capacity, he decisively found an excuse not to drink.
This is not the Russian style of doing things. Wouldn't this destroy their own prestige?
Has Maozi ever been afraid of drinking?
"Dimitri, don't you want to drink a little more? I don't think you've reached your limit yet. I believe you'll be fine if you drink another bottle." Wan Feng said sarcastically.
Dimitri shook his head like a windmill and refused to drink.
Just admit your mistake.
Most Russians drink alcohol without eating food, so once they finish drinking, they finish eating.
The next step is to discuss the transaction.
There was no need to discuss the transaction in the hotel, so Wan Feng took Dimitri to his own office at the base.
The person present on Wan Feng's side was Zhang Zhiyuan, and the other side was Dimitri and Li Mingzhe.
Before the negotiation, Wan Feng threw a box of Feilong cigarettes to Dimitri.
Feilong brand cigarettes are an external-flavor cigarette produced by Wuxian Cigarette Factory. The light yellow outer packaging looks very elegant.
42 cents a box.
Dimitri is only worth this level of cigarettes.
Dimitri tore open the package, lit a cigarette, nodded and praised: "This cigarette is good, the taste is quite fragrant. Wait for me to get two."
It's definitely better than your big white cigarettes.
"That's not a problem. Just pick it up from Shamilov when you get back."
Although tobacco is not included in the scope of transactions, Shamilov still has a large amount of Chinese cigarettes.
"Mr. Dimitri, before the negotiations, I want to know if you are here alone. Can you make the decision?"
Of course, when someone from the other side comes, he has to make the decision, otherwise why would he come? Wan Feng asked this question deliberately to use this questioning tone to dampen the other party's momentum, so that he wouldn't ask for a price later.
"I am the plenipotentiary representative of our side, and my words count." Dimitri's words fell loudly.
"Then how do you prove your identity? In other words, how do you prove that you're not a charlatan?"
"Comrade Xu, you are insulting the noble Soviet people!"
Damn you noble! Where’s your nobility with a coat of bear hair?
If you wear a leather vest, I won’t recognize you?
"There are scammers everywhere in this world. How do I know you're not pretending? I need proof."
Dimitri wanted to be angry but couldn't find a reason. Wan Feng's request was reasonable. You must prove that you are not a liar.
"We Soviets have always been honest. There are no liars in the Soviet Union," Dimitri argued.
The Soviets are straightforward and honest, and they don't beat around the bush when doing things. If they say there are no liars, they are liars themselves.
How could there be no liars among a group of people who drink every day and are drunk?
Wan Feng looked at Dimitri without saying anything, his meaning was very clear: prove your identity.
Dimitri was helpless: "I didn't bring any ID with me. If you don't believe what I say, then I can't prove my identity. The only thing I can prove is my passport."
Wan Feng certainly knew that the other party did not bring any ID with him. His current identity was a businessman, and if he brought ID with him and was discovered by the Soviet or Chinese security departments, it would be a problem.
Those things on his passport are not real, Wan Feng would never look at that stuff.
Wan Feng held on to this point and gained the highest point of momentum.
When doing business with the Soviets, if you have the upper hand in terms of momentum, you will naturally have the initiative in the negotiations, and then everything will go smoothly.
On the contrary, if you let the other party show off their aura, then all kinds of messy conditions will come flooding in. Although you may not be able to succeed in the end, it will consume and waste a lot of your time and energy.
Even though Wan Feng had plenty of time, he didn't plan to waste it on chatting with the Russians. It would be more meaningful for him to go to the riverside to see beautiful women instead of chatting with the Russians.
Although there is no exposed body part on the riverside beauties in October, it is still relatively easy to see their faces.
"Dimitri, since you didn't bring your ID, our transaction will have to be cash on delivery. Is that okay with you?"
"But Comrade Xu, what if we deliver the goods and you don't pay?"
"Haha, Comrade Dimitri, I've been doing business with you Soviets for a year. Shamilov can prove that. If I don't pay, he will pay for me. Don't worry about that."
"Okay, then let's start talking about the price, shall we?"
Dimitri simply didn't beat around the bush on this topic, but went straight to the point.
"Okay! Tell me what you want?"
"We can provide one new T72A tank and one BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicle, along with a set of repair tools and manuals, sufficient spare parts, and a quantity of accompanying ammunition. We'll deliver them to the Chinese coast, and our asking price is 500,000 RMB in cash."
"Comrade Dimitri, we can't do what you ask. I don't have that much money." Wan Feng refused flatly. What a joke! The US dollar to Chinese currency exchange rate is almost 1 to 4, and you're asking me for 500,000 US dollars? Besides, the country values foreign exchange like a treasure. Where can I get US dollars to give you?
Five hundred thousand Mi Yuan is two million Chinese Yuan. I'm going to buy your tank for two million? Do you think I can't do the math?
"Since we don't have rice, we need 500,000 rubles and supplies worth 500,000 rubles."
You see, the Soviets are unpredictable in their approach to things, and in the blink of an eye, the price of the supplies has increased by 500,000.
Li Mingzhe told him that the other party wanted 500,000 rubles, and now there were 500,000 more supplies out of thin air.
But these things are not valuable. According to the transaction ratio he set with wine as the currency anchor, the exchange rate between the Chinese currency and the ruble is about 1 to 30.
One million rubles is only about 30,000 to 40,000 RMB, which is not a big deal at all.
"Comrade Dimitri, your request is seriously inconsistent with the price quoted to us by the middleman. Now we need an extra 500,000 rubles of supplies. This won't work!"
"The world is changing. Prices are skyrocketing in the Soviet Union, and there's nothing we can do about it. This is the current market situation."
Damn it, your soaring prices have nothing to do with me.
"Comrade Dimitri, based on what you're saying, you might even have to raise the price when we deliver the goods. I'm worried, right?"
Dimitri shook his head: "No, this is the final offer."
"Five hundred thousand rubles in cash and supplies worth three hundred thousand rubles. This is my final offer. If you agree, it's a deal!"
"Comrade Xu, this is the price quote our leader repeatedly urged me to pay. I have no room for compromise on this."
From Dimitri's determined expression, Wan Feng judged that this might really be the other party's lowest offer.
After all, sending tanks to the Chinese coast is extremely risky.
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