At seven o'clock in the evening, in the Heihe Hotel, the most upscale restaurant in Heihe City, Wan Feng sat at a table on the second floor and waited quietly.
He is no longer unfamiliar with this place. This is probably the third time he has been here.
The first time seemed to be a meeting with Cai Yongqiang, the second time was a banquet for Qu Yang and Zheng Chaoyang, and this was the third time.
The person who came with him today was still Han Guangjia.
A mountain doesn’t have to be high to be magical as long as there are immortals there; a person doesn’t have to be numerous to be able to fight.
He thought that having only one Han Guangjia was enough, and bringing more people would make him seem guilty.
Just like the group of people who came up with Zhang Shiqian now, there are six or seven of them, who are they trying to scare?
Even though the person who came was the one who made me depressed for the past half month, I still had to do my best to save face.
Wan Feng stood up with a smile on his face and extended his hand, as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.
Unfortunately, this old friend’s eyesight was not very good. He might not have recognized him and actually ignored the hand he extended. He had no intention of shaking hands with Wan Feng.
Zhang Shiqian was a little embarrassed, but he still introduced Wan Feng: "This is Zhang Donglai, the manager of Shengguang Trading Company.
"Hello, Manager Zhang. I've long heard of your great reputation in the business world. I'm very happy to meet you today. Please take a seat!"
Zhang Donglai glanced at Wan Feng sideways and said, "Zhang Shiqian, is this the Dongfeng Trading Company you were talking about?"
"This is Wan Feng, the manager of Dongfeng Trading Company."
"Oh, you're quite young."
Zhang Dongzi sat down and crossed his legs.
The people who came with him stood behind him, looking like gangsters.
Zhang Shiqian sat between Wan Feng and Zhang Donglai.
Han Guangjia sat opposite Zhang Shiqian, and the four of them played mahjong together.
Wan Feng snapped his fingers, and the food that had been prepared long ago began to be served.
Compared with the sixteen dishes at the last banquet that Wan Feng hosted for Qu Yang and Zheng Chaoyang, the scale this time was half the size, with only eight dishes and no special dishes, and the wine was just Xishui Daqu.
The other party didn't think highly of him, and to be honest, he didn't think highly of the other party either. A banquet of this level was pretty good.
No matter how disdainful the other person looked at him, Wan Feng still opened the bottle with a smile and poured a glass of wine for Zhang Donglai.
"Manager Zhang, please!"
Wan Feng raised his glass to signal everyone to have a toast.
Zhang Shiqian and Han Guangjia also raised their cups, but Zhang Donglai did not.
"I don't have the habit of toasting with strangers. If I want to drink, I drink it myself."
This means no face at all.
"That's fine, Manager Zhang, please feel free to do as you please."
Once the wine was picked up, it could not be put back intact. Wan Feng touched the wine glass with his lips.
Zhang Shiqian spoke at this time. He was the one who invited the guests, so now that the atmosphere was about to cool down, he naturally had to say something.
"Manager Zhang, let's eat! Manager Wan's point is that everyone is out to make money, and if we continue to argue like this, it will only benefit the Russians. Manager Wan's point is, can we all sit down and negotiate to get the business done so that everyone can make money? What do you think, Manager Zhang?"
Zhang Donglai neither drank nor ate, but he did eat.
"Since Lao Zhang said that Manager Wan is willing to negotiate, then may I ask, Manager Wan, what do you mean..." Zhang Donglai stopped talking before he finished.
"Manager Zhang, I'm an outsider who came here just to make a living, or to put it bluntly, to cheat the Russians. But things are a bit chaotic here now. We can't just fight among ourselves, right? That would hurt everyone's interests and benefit the Russians. I asked Manager Zhang to come here today so that we can discuss it. Let's not engage in vicious competition to create a unified price and cheat the Russians together."
Zhang Donglai crossed his legs and said, "Then I wonder what Manager Wan wants to do specifically?"
"We're all Chinese, so we should all work together to deal with the Russians. The bulk of our trade with them right now is fertilizer, cars, machinery, and steel. For peace and prosperity, we could run these projects together, unify the prices, and then everyone can compete fairly. What do you think, Manager Zhang?"
"How is fair competition?"
"Within the framework of a unified transaction price, you use your tactics and I use mine to exchange things for the Russians. We won't use any tricks or traps, and we'll each take our chances on how much we earn."
"Humph! Manager Wan, you've got a good plan. You started early and have already opened up the channels on the other side. We, who came later, will never be your match."
This is the channel you want to use.
That won’t do. I worked so hard to get through this, how could I give it to you for free? Even if I did, I wouldn’t give it all to you.
"Manager Zhang, if you're sincere, I can let you run the fertilizer, cars, machinery, and scrap steel business together. If things don't work out, I can give up the fertilizer altogether. What do you think?"
"Haha, Manager Wan, take out these skinny ones to fool me and keep the fat ones for yourself."
Isn’t that nonsense? The fat ones should be left to your father for the thin ones. My name is not Lei Feng.
"So, Manager Zhang, what do you mean?"
"Since you've said that, let me also state my opinion. Give me all the finished steel, and I don't need the rest."
Wan Feng's brows twitched.
Good vision, hitting the nail on the head.
I'm relying on finished steel products to make a fortune, but you're leaving me starving.
Wan Feng pondered for a moment and then said, "Manager Zhang, how about this? I'll let you sell the finished steel products too, and we can run it together, okay?"
Wan Feng took the risk and planned to take a big step back.
Anyway, his next destination was Gongqingcheng, where they had cold-rolled sheet metal, the real money. Domestically, it was selling for over 10,000 yuan per ton, especially for grain-oriented silicon steel sheets, which in 1992 fetched around 40,000 yuan per ton, making Wuhan Iron and Steel a fortune. Even if the price wasn't as high as 40,000 yuan now, 15,000 to 20,000 yuan would still be fine.
If that's done, I won't care about this little thing here.
By then, I might have gone to Fuyuan. Fuyuan is opposite to Birobidzhan, and Birobidzhan is hundreds of miles closer to Gongqingcheng than to Bu City.
What's wrong with giving the things here to you?
After hearing Wan Feng's words, Zhang Donglai sneered: "I think Manager Wan probably didn't understand what I said. What I meant was that you give me the finished steel and you are not allowed to operate it anymore. If Manager Wan agrees, maybe we can have a drink together."
Haha, I let you go but you still want to keep it all for yourself.
This is truly a case of human desire being higher than heaven, wanting to become an immortal even after becoming an emperor.
Don’t even think about it until I get my oriented silicon steel sheets ready.
"Manager Zhang, this is a bit unreasonable. We all make money from Maozi, and you're going too far."
"Too much? Haha, this is my territory. It's good enough that you, an outsider, are allowed to do this. And you're still complaining about it. Let me tell you, if I don't let you do this, you'll have to leave in a month!"
"Manager Zhang, you're wrong. Even if the deal doesn't go through, the friendship still exists."
"You're a foreigner, so why would I talk to you about morality? Who the hell will recognize you anymore? I'm telling you! I'm telling you, starting tomorrow, you're not allowed to deal in any steel business. Otherwise, you'll suffer the consequences. I'll make you get out of Heihe within a month."
There is no turning back from what has been said; it's considered a falling out.
He even took away the scrap steel.
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