If you want to make money in the trading area, you have to have something in your hand. You can't just go out and get something for nothing.
I wonder if it's easy to steal from the Chinese? If I get caught, I'll be embarrassed all over the world.
I'd better get something and try my luck.
Shamilov sighed and took out all his savings to buy some items at the market.
The things in the market are really poor, there are basically not many items.
After buying more than a dozen boxes of cigarettes of different brands, Shamilov didn't know what else to buy because there was really nothing to buy.
The mall was practically empty, not even any alcohol.
In disappointment, Shamilov put a fake beard on his face and ran to the trading area.
He was dumbfounded when he entered the trading area. The cigarettes he brought were almost impossible to trade. Although the Chinese did not have many varieties of goods, they were still dazzling compared to theirs. However, no one came to exchange for cigarettes.
One reason is that Soviet cigarettes are indeed difficult to smoke, and the other is that tobacco is not included in the commodity trading list. If you exchange too little, it is useless, and if you exchange too much, you can't take it back at all.
Shamilov was afraid of being seen by Baburyev's men, so he had to huddle in a corner and tremble. He thought his trip today was a waste of time.
Just when he was feeling a little overwhelmed and didn't know what to do next, several people stopped in front of him.
A young Chinese man looked at him with sharp eyes.
Wan Feng had been wandering around the market for a long time, but he didn't see the person he was hoping to find.
The people he was looking for couldn't be ordinary citizens, as they might not know much.
It can't be someone in the gang either. Even if they know something, they may not tell you. After all, these Soviets have been hostile to China for a long time. Also, their loyalty to the gang does not allow them to say too much to strangers.
The ideal person he was looking for was a small-time figure between a hoodlum and a citizen, someone who knew a little about both the black and white worlds, but didn't have a gang of their own, or if they did, they were at the bottom of the society and weren't valued.
Just give him some money and he will tell you everything he knows.
But it is really hard to find such people in this market. Most of them are citizens from the other side or small businessmen. Although small businessmen may know something, what they know is limited. In addition, businessmen are all cunning, so who knows whether what he says is true or false.
Wan Feng walked around the market and when he was turning from one corner to the next, he saw Shamilov hiding in the corner, at a loss, so he stopped in front of him.
"What's your name?" Wan Feng asked in his poor Russian.
Shamilov looked up and saw Wan Feng, then looked at the three men and one woman behind him.
He didn't understand the life of the Chinese people, and he didn't know what the young man in front of him did, but the two men behind him seemed to make him feel pressured.
Without finding out the other party's background, Shamilov thought that keeping silent was the best option.
Wan Feng pulled out ten yuan from his pocket and waved it in front of Shamilov: "What's your name? Tell me and this money is yours."
Shamilov had no impression of the size of Chinese money, but it was not a disadvantage to get a piece of money by just telling the other party his name.
"Shamilov!"
Shabilov? There's someone with that name?
Wan Feng slapped the money into Shamilov's hand.
"Shabilov, I want to ask you something. If you answer truthfully, I can give you a lot of money."
As he spoke, Wan Feng took out a stack of money from his pocket and shook it in front of Shamilov.
"What do you want to know?"
“Follow me!”
Wan Feng turned and left the trading area and took Shamilov to a secluded place.
The next scene is more festive.
Wan Feng squatted on the ground with a stack of money in his hand. Liang Bingyu asked questions, and when Shamilov answered a question, Wan Feng slapped a banknote to the other party.
Through Shamilov's introduction, Wan Feng learned that the city of Blagoveshchensk is divided into five districts, with a long list of confusing names.
He couldn't remember these names, so he divided the city into East District, North District, West District, Southeast District and Southwest District according to the directions.
Anyway, that's how Bu City is divided; he just changed the names into directions.
The most powerful person in the white world of Bu City is naturally the police chief. Even the mayor of Bu City may not be as powerful as him. Under his command, he has the most powerful armed force in Bu City besides the army: the armed special police.
Gangs are everywhere in Bu City. Almost every district has a largest gang, which has dozens or even hundreds of small and medium-sized gangs under it. These small and medium-sized gangs are in charge of certain blocks and engage in illegal transactions.
In addition, Wan Feng also asked about the industrial situation in Bu City.
Shamilov was not very clear about these situations.
By the time the interrogation was over, Shamilov had already received several hundred Chinese yuan from Wan Feng.
Finally, Wan Feng gave Shamilov a task, which was to figure out the industrial structure of Bu City.
Shamilov asked warily, "Why are you asking these questions?"
"I'm going to Bu City to do business in a few days. Of course, I need to know what industries you have in Bu City and what's worth trading with. If you don't want to do it, I can find someone else. I will pay you well."
Shamilov hesitated for a moment and agreed to Wan Feng's request.
Shamilov exchanged all the Chinese currency in his hands for supplies from Chinese merchants. The money was of no use in Bu City, so it was better to exchange it for supplies and take them back.
I didn't expect that these Chinese coins worth a few hundred yuan could buy a lot of things.
Damn, these things can probably be sold for thousands of rubles in Bu market.
In 1986, the ruble was a more valuable currency unit than the rice, and one rice dollar could not be exchanged for one ruble.
Only then did Shamilov realize that Chinese currency was also a good thing.
After returning to Blagoveshchensk, Shamilov was in a dilemma. There were so many industries in Blagoveshchensk, and if he investigated each one one by one, he didn't know how long it would take.
After worrying for a long time, he suddenly remembered that his friend's father was in charge of the industry in Blagoveshchensk. So he exchanged a down jacket among the items he bought for a copy of the industrial distribution book of Blagoveshchensk from his friend's father.
He planned to give this to the young Chinese man.
"We need an agent from Bu City. What do you think about supporting Shabilov to be the boss of Bu City's underground world?" Wan Feng asked Han Guangjia and Yang Jianguo at the base.
Li Mingdou and the others should not get involved in such things.
In China, he tried every possible means to make those who were involved in social activities walk on the right path, but on the other side of the strait, he did not have such lofty ideas. He must have a person or gang who would listen to him, do things for him, and could influence the market situation.
"Would this be acceptable in someone else's country? Wouldn't it violate their laws?"
"We won't show up, we'll just hide in the background and provide support when appropriate. Whether he can break out depends on him."
"Do you think he is promising?" asked Han Guangjia, who had not spoken for a long time.
Wan Feng nodded.
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