"You are really patient. I still think you have ulterior motives." Han Guangjia complained as he watched Zhan Honggui's disappearing back.
"Stop it right there! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll go back and tell Liang Hongying that something's wrong with you outside."
"She won't believe it!"
"That depends on who's saying it. If I tell her with enough evidence, will she not believe it? Women are naturally suspicious."
"Damn it, you're full of bad intentions!"
"Third brother, are you in menopause? You've been saying this a lot lately. Is it a personality change or do you have some deep inner needs?"
"Being with you every day, even a mute would be influenced by you to speak."
"What do you mean? You mean I'm talking nonsense?"
"It's not just a bunch of nonsense, it's a bunch of bullshit!"
What comprehension ability? Was that nonsense? Isn't it all useful?
After Zhan Honggui left, Wan Feng began to worry about the boat. He really had no idea how to deal with it.
Buy it, you won’t be able to sell it in a short time.
It will take a long time. This thing is not a truck that can be sold just like that.
There's no point in driving it back. He doesn't need a ship to transport the goods. Even if he hires someone to drive it to Heihe, it will just be thrown on the riverside. I guess no one will buy it.
If he didn't drive back, he wouldn't have time to stay here and deal with this thing. Dimitri's list of goods was still in his hands.
Even selling it as scrap doesn't seem to be easy. Can I find a buyer if I sell it as a whole? Dismantling it and selling it would require hiring people and waste time.
After much deliberation, Wan Feng finally decided to follow the Russians' lead and simply give it to the military, letting them worry about it.
"Comrade Jiang, someone might come to haul beans this afternoon. Would it be okay for the migrant workers to unload the beans?"
There must be some confidentiality measures or something, Wan Feng needs to ask.
Comrade Jiang shook his head: "We can't let the migrant workers see the tanks in the soybeans. When the time comes, let the soldiers go in and fill the bags."
That’s exactly what happened.
"I'm going to give you this boat in style. Can you give me a medal or something?"
Even if we send the ship away, we have to get something back.
"You're going to give us this boat?"
"You don't want it? If you don't want it, I'll sell it for scrap. I can't drive this thing back."
"Of course I want it. This ship is worth tens of thousands of dollars. You know how tight the military budget is."
"Only worth a hundred thousand or eighty thousand? Comrade Jiang, even if I give it to you for free, we should still speak with conscience. You buy a car for fifty or sixty thousand. How can you say such a big boat of mine is only worth a hundred thousand or eighty thousand?"
Comrade Jiang looked at Wan Feng like he was an idiot: "You gave it to us anyway, so does it matter if it's one million?"
"Why is it meaningless? If this were a medal, eighty thousand or one hundred thousand would be bronze, and one million would be gold."
"What about bronze and gold? Thank you on behalf of the military."
"Wait a minute, you haven't told me yet whether you will give me a medal or not? If I can't get first class, can I get second class?"
"Haha, what a shame there's no precedent in the military for awarding medals to non-soldiers. How about giving you a banner and a certificate of honor for being a model soldier?"
What’s the use of that?
I can wear a medal and show off, but what should I do with a banner? If I wear a banner and show off? People will call me crazy!
It's over. I'm afraid there's no hope of getting the medal. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have given it to them.
Seeing Wan Feng's lost face, Comrade Jiang comforted him: "Don't worry, the military won't let you down."
Someone was temporarily dismissed.
"The payment for the tanks and infantry vehicles will be added to the steel payment and will be transferred to you this month."
Wan Feng only asked for 200,000 yuan for a tank and an infantry vehicle, which was a very fair price, basically equivalent to learning from Lei Feng.
Although he made some money, it was not much. These two things together weighed more than 70 tons. According to the standard of more than 2,000 yuan per ton for scrap steel, it was equivalent to selling scrap steel.
This is a free cargo ship.
After counting everything, it seems that I am still paying.
In this business, he not only lost his wife but also his child.
It would be unreasonable for the military not to give him some kind of reward.
When it was getting dark, Zhan Honggui came back and told Wan Feng that the matter was done.
Tomorrow Ma Fei will bring people and cars to load food.
“How much profit did you give him?”
"As you said, I gave him 2.7% of the profit in the end."
With a profit of 2.7%, the man named Ma Fei doesn't need to sell these grains to other channels. Even if he sells them to the grain warehouse, he can still make a profit of at least 2 cents per pound after deducting labor and transportation costs.
I estimated that I made three thousand yuan by selling it in one day.
It doesn’t seem like a lot for Wan Feng.
At around 7:30 the next morning, a slightly plump middle-aged man in his forties came to Zhan Honggui's house on a motorcycle.
This person is Ma Fei.
Wan Feng was not very interested in Ma Fei himself, but he became interested in the motorcycle he rode.
Because this motorcycle came from his Nanwan factory, I didn’t expect it to be sold here.
Ma Fei's car was very well maintained. Although it was covered with some dust when it arrived, it was obvious that it was wiped frequently and the wheel spokes showed no signs of rust.
The only flaw is that the left turn signal lampshade is broken and is glued with transparent tape.
I guess it was dropped or scratched.
In 1987, if you could afford to ride a motorcycle, you could walk on the street with your head held high and look down on everyone.
Of course, you have to watch the road and make sure you don't hit any trees.
That’s so awesome.
In his previous life, Wan Feng bought a motorcycle in 1996 for 90 yuan.
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