It seemed that it was around this spring when Wan Feng said he had a motorcycle and asked him if he wanted to run it.
Shamilov looked down on China's industrial products from the bottom of his heart, so he refused without thinking.
Who knew there was such a motorcycle?
If he had known that this motorcycle was so good, he would have brought it back long ago. He might have sold several of them by now.
Wan Feng had just asked Shamilov casually, and since Shamilov said he didn't want to sell him, he didn't bring it up again.
But I didn't expect Shamilov to come out and join in the fun at this time. The motorcycles produced by the Nanwan factory can't even meet domestic demand. Where can I get a motorcycle for you?
If the port is not closed, and the production line of 100,000 engines is put into operation, a certain share of it can be taken out for him.
The key is that once that line starts production, the port here will be closed.
"Shamilov, my factory currently produces only 100,000 units a year. We will reach 200,000 units by the end of this year, and a maximum of 400,000 units by the middle of next year. Even with this level of production, even in China, we can't meet the demand."
"That's your business. I just want the motorcycle."
Look at this, this bastard Shamilov actually learned the way I speak, and he is quite unreasonable.
The Russians are really inhumane in their work.
"Before the port closed, I was shipping some motorcycles to you. In the three months it took to ship them from my home to here, I could only ship about 180 of them. You sold these motorcycles back home, and after the port closed, you couldn't even get spare parts. How would you get any after-sales service?"
"Hey, Wan! The port closure is an official matter. We can trade secretly, right?"
"You mean smuggling?"
"We guarantee there's no problem over there. You just need to loosen up yours a little and the business will still be the same. It's especially convenient in the winter when the river is closed."
Wan Feng had never thought about this problem, but thinking about it might be a solution.
But Wan Feng would definitely not do it himself. His career was developing well, so there was no need for him to take the risk of smuggling.
Now that I am a billionaire who lives in the right path, I am engaging in smuggling?
He definitely wouldn't do it, but if someone else wanted to do it he wouldn't object.
"Shamilov, I'm not going to get involved in this kind of thing. I don't need to do such sneaky things. It's not worth it to get into trouble. But if you can contact an agent in Heihe, I have no objection. If you can find an agent, I can guarantee to supply you with 3,000 cars a year."
Although his motorcycles are in short supply in China, it is not a bad idea to open up the future Russian screw market.
Even though there will only be 140 to 150 million Russian screws in the future, it will not be a waste if he can occupy it.
"It's a deal. I'll find an agent, and you'll supply me with 3,000 motorcycles a year."
After the motorcycle issue was finalized, Shamilov returned to Blagoveshchensk to deliver the truck to Wanfeng.
These trucks brought over four ships.
On the beach by the river, big and small fish occupy a large area of the beach.
People who don’t know would think this is a car market.
Wan Feng also felt dizzy when he saw these trucks.
He didn't expect that these cars took up such a large space, and it was impossible for them to drive back.
Some of the trucks with seven or eight axles cannot be driven back due to the current road conditions in China. The only way is to hope that they can be transported on flatbed carriages when the railway is opened.
Then we have to wait until the Heihe train opens.
The two gift motorcycles made Qu Yang and Zheng Chaoyang dizzy.
"Xiao Wan, do you think it would look good for me to ride this thing around Heihe?" Qu Yang asked worriedly.
Zheng Chaoyang, who had the same idea, also had the same expression.
"It looks good! Of course it looks good. If you gallop on your horse on Heihe Street, I guarantee that everyone in Heihe will remember you, hehe!"
"I can see right now. You're planning to trick us before you leave. It's true that if I ride this thing down Heihe Street, a lot of people will remember me, but the government will also be keeping an eye on me. You're just handing me a bomb, aren't you? Old Zheng, don't even blink. You're no better."
Zheng Chaoyang didn't say anything, but it was obvious that he was thinking the same thing.
"So do you guys want these motorcycles? If not, I can sell them. It's easy to sell! Seriously, Maozi really likes them and has been asking me for them for days."
If Qu Yang and Zheng Chaoyang gave up, Wan Feng would give the two motorcycles to Shamilov.
"Of course I want it. If I don't, I'll have a hole in my head. But I don't dare ride it."
"If you hadn't brought it to us, we wouldn't have thought anything of it if we hadn't seen it, but if we saw it and showed it to others, we'd feel bad."
These two old guys are telling the truth.
"Then why not find a way to get them into your hands openly? Then you'll dare to ride them."
Qu Yang and Zheng Chaoyang looked at Wan Feng in confusion: "How could it come into our hands so openly?"
Wan Feng thought for a long time before saying, "How about a lucky draw?"
Wan Feng remembers that in the late 1980s and early 1990s, lucky draws and sales with prizes were in full swing.
It seems like sales with prizes are everywhere, from large shopping malls to supply and marketing cooperatives at the township level. The first prizes are mostly color TVs, the second and third prizes are washing machines, bicycles, etc., and then there are commemorative prizes.
There are two types of sales: lucky draw and sales with prizes.
Lottery is when people spend money to draw lottery tickets from a box, purely based on luck.
After you accumulate a certain amount of sales for prizes, you will be eligible to grab a few lottery tickets and then check the prize list.
If you win, it’s extra profit; if you don’t, just consider it as buying something.
At that time, Wan Feng also tried his luck a few times, but unfortunately he didn't get anything, he just won a few commemorative prizes.
This type of activity seems to have been regulated by the state since 1993 and has become much less common.
"A lucky draw? How do we do it?"
"Of course we can't do this. We don't have the qualifications. Let's find a qualified organization. I can sponsor the prizes, with a motorcycle as the grand prize. That way, you can get the motorcycle legitimately, right?"
"But how can we touch the motorcycle? What if someone else touches it?"
Wan Feng was depressed. "Director Zheng! How did you get the position of Director? You must have gotten it through the backdoor. Others wouldn't think of such a small thing, so how could you, a Public Security Bureau Director, not think of it?"
"I'll take care of this. Just let your spouse come and pick the prize. I guarantee you can ride the motorcycle back in a legitimate way. No one will be able to say anything."
This is really shooting oneself in the foot. If they knew it would be so troublesome, they could just give them some money.
Ask for this trouble.
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