Jiang Tang and the mysterious leader were all puzzled as they watched Dimitri board the tugboat and leave.
"The Russians just left like that?" Comrade Jiang asked in confusion, scratching his head.
"Why wouldn't he leave after the deal? Are you planning on keeping him for dinner?"
"You don't want this boat anymore?"
"The ship was sold to me. Now there's another problem. I have to sell the ship. Do you military want it? It's a new ship. I can give you a good price."
"don't want!"
Comrade Jiang immediately refused.
"Look, Comrade Jiang, this is wrong. We should all help each other, right? How about you take this boat back and modify it? How about turning it into a gunboat?"
Comrade Jiang was speechless. A small dry bulk carrier converted into a gunboat? How did this guy come up with this idea?
"You should keep it for transporting goods or something. I think you'll need it. The Russians are really interesting. They even sold the ship. What kind of thing is this?"
"Let's not worry about the Russians for now, let's figure out how to get the tanks and infantry vehicles out of this ship."
A group of people stood by the cabin, looking worriedly at the cabin full of soybeans.
The tank is buried in the soybeans, and the first priority now is to clear the soybeans away.
Eighty tons of soybeans, weighing 160,000 jin, are worth more than 30,000 yuan based on the national purchase price of 1.9 yuan.
"Whose soybeans are these?" asked the mysterious leader.
"It's Xiao Wan's." Comrade Tang explained.
"Comrade Xiao Wan, what are you going to do with these soybeans?" asked the mysterious leader.
"You have to sell it. You can't just throw it away. You paid for it."
"I'll give you three days to process these soybeans and then sail the ship to Fuyuan Port. Can you do it?"
Wan Feng thought for a moment and nodded: "No problem!"
"Leave a platoon of soldiers here to guard the ship. Once the soybeans are unloaded, sail to Fuyuan. I'll be waiting for you at Fuyuan Port."
After the mysterious leader gave the order, he evacuated with the remaining people.
"Wan Feng, why don't you ask to sail the ship to Fuyuan Port now? Wouldn't it be easier to unload the soybeans anywhere?" Han Guangjia asked quietly.
"I'm planning to let Brother Zhan make some money from these soybeans. How will he make money if we take them to Fuyuan Port?"
"I just don't understand you. What are you trying to do? Are you planning to take Zhan Ling back home to be your third wife when she grows up? She looks so much like Luan Feng. By then, Luan Feng will be old and faded, and you'll be tempted by someone else..."
"Puff!" Wan Feng, who was drinking soda, spat out a mouthful of water, which looked like a scattering of flowers, and then started coughing violently.
"Han Guangjia! You've become a bad guy. How filthy can you be so immoral as to have such a wicked mindset? You've successfully disgusted me. You're in trouble. Go back and see how Liang Hongying will deal with you."
Han Guangjia didn't take Wan Feng's threat seriously at all.
"That's not right! Are you just trying to emulate Lei Feng?"
"Why not?"
"If you really think so, I support you!"
"I really think so. I can't bear to see kind people suffer. When I see such people, I want to lend a hand."
"Nonsense! There were so many people at the train station who had their wallets ripped off and couldn't buy tickets home, and I didn't see you give a single cent."
"You don't understand. Those people are professional beggars. They make a living from that. Their families might even be richer than yours. How can such a person who gets something for nothing ask for a penny from me? I didn't take his money because I was giving him face."
Han Guangjia was confused. Are there professional beggars?
After returning from the riverside, Wan Feng assigned a task to Zhan Honggui.
Zhan Honggui was packing beans in the yard of his home.
This morning he hired a harvester to harvest the soybeans and harvested more than 2,500 kilograms of beans.
These beans can be packed into fifteen sacks, which can then be taken to the granary and sold when the grain is collected.
"I'll give you a deal. I have 160,000 jin of beans. If you sell them for me in three days, I'll give you 13 cents per jin."
Zhan Honggui was stunned at first, then at a loss: "How can I sell so many beans?"
You see, this person is stupid because he has never experienced the world.
"Brother Zhan, can you be any more stupid? I offered you 1.3 cents! And you actually said you couldn't sell it?"
Zhan Honggui only remembered the 160,000 yuan and didn't really pay attention to the 1.3 cents.
No wonder. Compared with the number of 160,000, 1.3 cents is just a small amount.
Only then did he come to his senses: "If I sell it to the granary, can I make six cents per pound?"
"That's the principle, but you can't sell it to the grain depot because they won't give cash, and I won't wait here to get paid."
Zhan Honggui began to have happy troubles.
If you make 6 cents per pound from 160,000 pounds of beans, that would be more than 9,000 yuan, or even 10,000 yuan. How much money is that!
But I can’t sell these more than 9,000 yuan to the granary, which is not fun. If I had the money to buy these beans, I would become rich.
Seeing that Zhan Honggui was frowning, Wan Feng had no choice but to give him another hint.
"Isn't there anyone who buys grain locally?"
Zhan Honggui's eyes lit up. "Yes! There's a grain dealer at Sanjiang Farm. It's said he has someone behind him, and he sells a lot of grain every year. Every winter he comes down to harvest beans. What do you think? I should go find him?"
"Who are you asking? You're the one making the decision now."
Zhan Honggui began to mutter to himself, "It shouldn't be a problem to find Ma Fei, but how much should I sell it to him for? He definitely won't take it for 19 cents. Who would work for nothing? He'll only do it if there's a profit, so how much profit should I give him? One cent? That doesn't seem to work. Let's try two cents."
Wan Feng did this to cultivate Zhan Honggui's business sense. Although anyone can open a small store, being able to expand it is a business skill. This ability is not necessarily innate, but requires training and cultivation. Zhan Honggui is someone who needs training.
"Not bad, not bad, you've made great progress! Brother Zhan! It seems you have some talent in business."
"Brother Wan, what if I ask Ma Fei to split the profit and he still refuses?"
"Do you have a price limit in mind? How much can you lower the price at most?"
Zhan Honggui thought for a long time and said: "The most we can give is three points, half of the profit for each family."
"You've conceded two points and the other side still isn't willing to give in. Will you concede three points next?"
"Yes!"
"You're a naive person, aren't you? You can try to give in two centimeters first."
"Ah! There are also ones with centimeters?"
How fresh! A two cent discount on one pound for 160,000 pounds is still more than 300 yuan, and the money for the sacks is paid out.
Zhan Honggui seemed to understand immediately: "It can be calculated this way. If he still refuses to do it, I can give him another two cents. If he still refuses to do it, I can give him another two cents..."
"Give him another cent. This lets him know that this is your bottom line. If he really wants to buy it, he'll bargain with you at this price. So your bottom line is to give him three cents. Maybe you can give him around 2.67 cents, and then he'll save 500 or 600 yuan! That's a lot of money!"
"I'll go find Ma Fei right away!"
Zhan Honggui's Ren and Du meridians were opened, and he pushed his broken bicycle away and ran away.
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