On the sixth day after Wan Feng returned to Heihe, Dimitri arrived late.
Wan Feng asked Shamilov to find Dimitri.
Perhaps due to the travel or other reasons, Dimitri was a little depressed.
The two men shook hands.
"Dimitri, you don't look very well. Is the situation around you bad?"
Dimitri shook his head. "The situation is fine. The problem is my health. I was sick a few days ago and just recovered now, so I'm not in the best spirits."
Wan Feng was relieved.
Wan Feng threw him two packs of filtered cigarettes, one Mango and one Jinbanna. "A few days ago, I went back to my hometown and took a trip to southern my country. I didn't bring anything valuable with me, just a few packs of cigarettes. I'll give you two as a small token of my appreciation."
Dimitri took the cigarette and fiddled with it in his hand, feeling quite satisfied.
He had smoked Chinese cigarettes before, but their big white cigarettes were not even suitable for human consumption compared to Chinese cigarettes.
Even if you don't keep it for yourself, it's a good thing to give to others.
"Comrade Wan, you're not here to give me cigarettes, are you? Tell me what's going on?"
"The port is about to close. I wonder if Comrade Dimitri is interested in doing one more business deal before it closes?"
Dimitri shook his head. "I can't get what you want now, and you wouldn't like what I can get. It seems there's nothing else I can do."
"This time, what I want is not weapons, and it has nothing to do with the military. It's my personal need."
"Is that so? Tell me about it then."
"I need the best steelmaking technology currently available from the Soviet Union. Listen carefully, I'm not talking about equipment, I'm talking about technology. I mean, the steelmaking technology and formula for the special steel used to build warships, submarines, and tanks. You name the price."
This is no different from asking for weapons.
Dimitri did not answer Wan Feng immediately and remained silent for a while.
"I can't say for sure I can get it, but it feels about right."
"How long do you think it will take to get it?"
Dimitri took a deep breath. "Although steelmaking technology isn't considered a weapon, the level of confidentiality for the special steel you're looking for is just as high as it is for weapons. If it's difficult to obtain, we'll have to work together through various channels, which is quite difficult. Therefore, the minimum cost cannot be less than 15 million rubles."
Just some drawings are worth 15 million!
But Wan Feng did not lower the price.
"As long as you can get it, money is not a problem, but I want the real thing. We have experts here to check it. I don't want to buy a fake."
"Don't worry, we've done business a few times before, so I certainly won't give you fake goods. It might take a little longer, but I'll definitely have news before the port closes."
"Dimitri, to show my sincerity, I'll first give you goods worth 600,000 rubles. You can use them when you get back."
That was good, of course, and Dimitri was delighted.
"What if I can't get it? Wouldn't all your goods be thrown away in vain?"
"If you can't get the formula, then you can get an aircraft engine, even the MiG-29's RD-33."
"You'll figure it out when the time comes. You want to get an RD33 for just 600,000?"
"Look at what you said. I'll replenish it for you when the time comes."
Dimitri nodded.
"Dimitri, have you ever thought about what you will do in the future?" Now that the business is done, it's time for fun.
"In the future! I haven't thought about it yet. I've been in the army for a long time. I want to leave the army and do something in society."
"That's a good idea, Dimitri. In the next four or five years, it would be better to go into business. When the port reopens in a few years, we can do trade between China and the Soviet Union. It's better than being in the army and being so nervous."
"This possibility cannot be ruled out, but can the port be reopened after it is closed this time?"
"Definitely. I estimated it would be no later than 1992."
Dimitri looked at Wan Feng strangely: "How did you estimate that?"
"I've been dealing with you Soviets here for almost three years now, and I understand some of the domestic affairs of the Soviet Union just as well as you do. I think three years is enough time to resolve some of the issues within the Soviet Union. Once your domestic affairs are resolved, you must open the ports as quickly as possible, otherwise the conflicts in your daily life will remain unresolved."
"Then what do you think will happen to us in the Soviet Union?"
Wan Feng shook his head: "It's hard to say, but there is something going on. There shouldn't be much turmoil in the Far East this generation, but there may be major changes in the European part of your Soviet Union."
Dimitri looked at Wan Feng for a long time and said, "Comrade Wan, if I didn't know that you were indeed a real businessman, I would have suspected that you were a spy."
"Haha, Dimitri, it's sometimes hard to distinguish between businessmen and spies. I'm not really interested in what's going on in your country. I'm only interested in things that concern me. If you want to do business with me, come find me in China."
"Where can I find you in China then?"
"Dimitri, you can go find Shamilov and ask him to find someone in Heihe who has a connection with me, and then you will find me."
After seeing Dimitri off, Wan Feng started to arrange the lottery.
After several days of investigation and planning, we finally got in touch with a welfare nursing home in the southern district of Heihe City.
This nursing home is the oldest one in Heihe City. Its buildings are still those cramped and dilapidated ones from the 1950s and 1960s. In Wan Feng's words, it has completely failed to keep up with the development of the times.
He used the popularity he had accumulated from helping the Heihe government solve the problem of the locomotive and carriages, with Qu Yang acting as a middleman.
A charity lottery event was held to raise funds for the construction of a new building for the nursing home.
The prizes are sponsored by patriotic businessman Comrade Wan Feng.
All the funds raised from this lottery will be donated to the nursing home free of charge for the construction of a new nursing home.
The raffle has a face value of two yuan and seven prize levels: two special prizes each receive a Nanwan 100 motorcycle; four first prizes each receive a 14-inch color TV; five second prizes each receive a Lotus aluminum drum washing machine; and next prizes include bicycles, rice cookers, electric irons, laundry detergent, and more.
Wan Feng felt more and more that he had lost more than he gained this time. He actually spent more than 20,000 yuan on this matter.
What the hell is this calculation!
I lost! This time I lost more than 10,000 yuan.
But there is no way to change it now. I have to have sex even if it means crying profusely.
The TV station started advertising, and soon everyone in Heihe City knew about it and was waiting for the prize draw on September 5th.
The lottery tickets were designed by Wan Feng himself and printed by a printing factory in Blagoveshchensk. A total of lottery tickets with a face value of 200,000 were printed.
Two hundred thousand is enough to build a nursing home.
Once Shamilov delivered the lottery ticket, we were expecting a grand event on the 5th.
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