Chapter 143 Jianghu is Full of Scrolls: Happy New Year!
Chen Yuhong was in a daze, feeling both excited and confused.
The style is a bit off; why is the boss suddenly so interested in business with Black international students?
Wang Xiao emphasized again: "Don't underestimate their business. If they do it well, it's no less profitable than Moscow. Africa needs even more goods."
Before she transmigrated into the book, the African students at her school who were resellers were incredibly busy during winter and summer vacations.
Clothing, shoes and socks, leather goods, second-hand mobile phones, and electronic products are all their shopping targets.
They collect used mobile phones at the school for 150 yuan each, and then take them back to their hometowns to resell for more than 500 yuan.
Laptops have higher profit margins; a product that costs two thousand yuan can be sold for over six thousand yuan, and there's still a shortage.
Because power outages are frequent in Africa, using a machine can be deadly.
However, according to the international students, those of them who do business at this level are only small-scale operations.
The truly capable fellow villagers can even use a pickup truck to transport goods to ocean-going vessels. They can buy goods for 50,000 yuan, ship them back to Africa, and sell them for over 100,000 yuan.
These people traveled back and forth between China and Africa, and did a lot of business. They even opened a wholesale market in their hometown, copying the Chinese business model and selling Chinese goods.
Wang Xiao took out her notebook and quickly wrote down more than a dozen types of goods, all of which were items that her African classmate, a middleman, favored.
Why would she know this so clearly? Because she had done live streams with other people.
Wait a minute, why is she chasing after Black international students to do live streams? Is she afraid that her influencer career won't last and she'll crash and burn?
Sigh! This brings us to the issue of national pride.
African countries recognize Chinese goods, and Chinese products have a market there. Black international students go to great lengths, traveling thousands of miles to bring these goods home—this is something to be proud of.
So after that live stream, she not only didn't attract any negative attention, but actually gained a lot of fans.
only--
Will products that will be popular 30 years from now have a market now?
Sigh, according to Wang Xiao's classmate who studied abroad, there is not much difference between his hometown thirty years ago and thirty years later. Apart from the newly emerging electronic products, the other things used are pretty much the same.
Wang Xiao tore off the piece of paper, handed it to Chen Yu, and instructed, "If they don't know what to buy, they can refer to these things."
It's not that she looks down on African students, but that she doesn't understand what people from her hometown need.
Instead, it's the same Earth, but people from different social classes are divided into different worlds.
For these privileged international students, their world has never lacked anything.
No matter how poor the country is, it won't affect them.
What if she makes the wrong recommendation? Well, whatever.
Recommendations are just that—recommendations. Ultimately, the decision rests with the Black international student.
Chen Yu paused for a moment before saying "oh," and then braced herself and went over to greet the person.
The reason Xiang Dong recommended her to take over his job was not only because she had studied international business on her own and her understanding of relevant legal knowledge was no less than that of the company's legal counsel, but also because she had strong foreign language skills.
She can chat with customers from any country, no matter what country they are from.
It's okay even if international students can't speak Chinese.
Wang Xiao was listening intently to their conversation when a voice suddenly came from the side, sounding quite surprised: "Oh, a black friend."
The term "black friends" was a Chinese way of referring to people from African countries during the 1950s and 60s.
Wang Xiao turned around and was immediately surprised: "Oh, Uncle Cao, when did you get back?"
This Mr. Cao rented their shop in Moscow and set up a small factory specializing in the production and sale of bedding products, and the business was quite good.
He had previously been scammed by a shady translator, and it was Peace from Huaxia Trade City who reminded him of this.
As a result, He Ping was stabbed by the Beijing gang and had his spleen removed. He has now returned to work at Jiangzhimen Commercial City, where he is in charge of customer service.
"It's almost Chinese New Year, so I came to visit Brother Heping."
Uncle Cao chuckled, "I brought over some Korean ginseng and deer antler, so that Brother Heping can have some tonics."
Wang Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, no longer caring whether he could eat ginseng and deer antler in peacetime, and said half-jokingly, "I thought you had stopped doing business in Moscow and came back so early."
Honestly, the first thought that popped into her mind when she saw him was: Oh no, has the environment in Moscow gotten this bad? People are even turning down shops that make a fortune every day.
Before Wang Xiao's smile could even reach his eyes, Uncle Cao unleashed his ultimate move.
He waved his hand: "I'm not doing it anymore. I'm not doing it in Moscow anymore."
Wang Xiao was taken aback: "Why?"
"I've mastered everything over there, it's not challenging at all," Uncle Cao said nonchalantly. "As for Moscow, I've left it all to the kids at home."
Oh!
If it weren't for his advanced age, Wang Xiao would have rolled her eyes.
Why is this person breathing so heavily when they talk?
She reluctantly offered a compliment: "You're so decisive, handing over the achievements to the children."
Uncle Cao waved his hand dismissively: "If you're not going to give it to the child, who are you going to give it to?"
He couldn't read minds, so he didn't know that the other person was cursing him to death in their heart. He was quite curious and asked Wang Xiao, "What's the black friend here for?"
He had encountered African traders in Moscow before, but they were Arabs from North Africa. This was the first time he had seen a pure black person.
"They're bringing the goods back with them," Wang Xiao explained. "They're international students, and they're bringing the goods home to sell during their winter break."
Uncle Cao's eyes lit up instantly, and he asked excitedly, "Go back to Africa to sell? Africa? Oh, can I go back with them?"
Wang Xiao was taken aback, almost doubting that he had misheard.
She had assumed that Uncle Cao had returned from Moscow to his hometown to take charge of factory production.
Or they could explore markets in other CIS countries and Eastern Europe.
Unexpectedly, they took such big steps, heading straight to Africa.
Wang Xiao had to remind him: "The environment in Africa is not good at all, it's really not good."
Her senior from university was sent to Africa and had to return to China every now and then.
Why? Because malaria is rampant in the area, and the antimalarial drugs have been taken for too long, which is taking a toll on the liver. I need to go back to China to recuperate.
"Besides, they're prone to fighting over there, so security is a problem," Wang Xiao reminded him. "You'd better ask around."
As a result, Uncle Cao didn't take it seriously at all. He waved his hand dismissively and said, "My brother is doing business in Yugoslavia. Let them fight, we'll sell ours."
His hometown is also a well-known hometown of overseas Chinese, and the biggest characteristic of people from overseas Chinese hometowns is their daring to take risks.
The greater the risk, the higher the reward. As long as they can make money and there is a market, they are not afraid of anything.
Uncle Cao went up to greet the people in high spirits.
After saying "hello," he could only stare blankly at the other person.
As it turns out, the international student's Chinese was quite fluent; to be honest, it was much more standard than Uncle Cao's Mandarin.
Uncle Cao got straight to the point and stated his purpose directly.
Aren't you going back to China? Can you take me with you? I'd like to visit your hometown to check out the market.
The two Black men looked at each other, both unsure how to react as it was the first time they'd encountered something like this.
The taller one stammered, "What...what market are you looking for?"
"Home textiles." Uncle Cao said enthusiastically, eager to show off his strength, "We do home visits, and our business is all over the world. I have a shop and a factory in Moscow. The quality of our products is beyond question."
The Black guys looked at each other and then said with some difficulty that they guessed the old man wouldn't be able to open a shop in his hometown.
Why?
Because the locals sell their goods in an open-air market, setting up stalls under big trees, they mainly sell various wood carvings, ceramics, and clothing fabrics.
There are no shops.
Even though Uncle Cao prided himself on being knowledgeable and experienced, he was stunned when he heard this.
Good heavens, what kind of primitive tribe is this? There aren't even any shops!
Shops existed thousands of years ago, back in ancient times.
However, he did not back down, but instead became more determined: "It's okay, I'll go to your hometown and build a market."
After he said it, he felt that the idea was feasible.
It's a good thing there are no shops; it means that a vast area of land has not been developed at all.
Once he builds the market, won't he be able to buy and sell whatever he wants?
There are no competitors, only solid business opportunities.
Uncle Cao emphasized, "There still needs to be a market. Otherwise, how can you do business under a big tree on a rainy day? Even if it can keep you dry, a lightning strike could kill you."
When he speaks, his eyebrows twitch as if they're dancing, which is quite comical.
The two Black men were amused, but they had to share their personal stories.
Sorry, building a market might not be that simple, because the locals in their hometown don't build these kinds of large buildings.
Uncle Cao was completely dumbfounded.
No, this primitive tribe is even more exaggerated than what's shown in the movies.
What's so great about building a house that you can't do?
He blinked hard, then made up his mind: "It's okay, I'll figure out a way to build a house."
He would accept it even if there were no bricks available locally.
It's no big deal. Back in the day, their village had small-scale enterprises, and they still managed to build their own kilns and fire bricks.
Neither of the two young men expected that such great difficulties could stop the Chinese businessmen from making their way.
Uncle Cao was still talking non-stop: "I want to build a factory. Once the market is built, I'll hire people to work there."
The Black international students immediately expressed their welcome.
Indeed, all countries welcome investments that can create jobs for them.
And surprisingly, he didn't want to exploit their country's mineral resources or seize their oil; instead, he specialized in producing bedding for ordinary people.
They would definitely welcome it.
Having studied in Jinning for so long, the two students would wander around whenever they had a holiday, naturally witnessing the bustling markets and factories.
Especially after their classmates came to work in the trade city, they said that the trade city provided hundreds of thousands of jobs for the city, which was particularly attractive to them.
Their country's economy is so backward because there are few factories and people have nowhere to work.
If industry develops, then the whole country will develop rapidly.
So factories, they need more factories.
The two sides huddled together and started chatting enthusiastically.
Wang Xiao was amazed and could only give a thumbs up and express his admiration.
That's really brave of you.
Ovechkin was completely dumbfounded, and it took him a while to find his tongue: "So, he's just going to walk over like that?"
Oh God.
The country they were discussing had nothing, yet he still went there to investigate the market and prepare to invest.
Shouldn't he investigate first?
Wang Xiao said meaningfully, "You don't understand us. He's not even the bravest. If it were someone from Fujian, they would worship Mazu in the morning and set off by boat in the afternoon."
At least Uncle Cao found himself a guide.
Ignoring the astonished Ovechkin, Wang Xiao continued walking forward.
She certainly supported Uncle Cao's idea; he should build a commercial street there.
So the streets can't just sell bedding, they still have to source other light industrial products from outside.
With Uncle Cao taking over, Chen Yu had no room to maneuver, so he simply followed the boss.
Wang Xiao remarked to her, "Revolutionaries are indeed always young and full of energy. He's even going to Africa to open markets and factories."
That takes a lot of courage.
Chen Yu's expression was incredibly subtle. She glanced back before sharing a cryptic message with her boss: "He has no choice but to work hard, after all, he has two families to support."
Oh my god, there seems to be some breaking news.
Wang Xiao's gossip instincts immediately ignited, her eyes sparkling: "What's going on? Two families?"
"Sigh, after he made his fortune in business, he married a younger woman. Their child is probably four or five years old now. I heard his first wife also runs a shop in Moscow—"
Why call her the first wife instead of the ex-wife?
Because they didn't go through any divorce procedures, their marriage was a de facto one, the kind where they were married in the ancestral hall.
And then his young wife got a marriage certificate with him.
After his family's business in Moscow grew to a considerable scale, his first wife demanded that the shops and factories be handed over to her eldest son to manage.
Otherwise, she would just give up and ignore his parents.
Yes, Wang Xiao heard correctly.
To this day, his first wife is still taking care of his parents.
Cao Da Die couldn't win the argument, and since his parents sided with his first wife, he simply gave the shop to his son.
But how could the concubine be happy about that? She also has a child. Are they supposed to starve themselves and their child in the future?
No, if the eldest son has it, the younger son must have it too.
Therefore, to enjoy the blessings of having two wives, one must take out two sets of assets.
The Moscow slots are gone. Now, while we can still move around, let's hurry up and go to Africa to try our luck.
Wang Xiao's reaction was simply: "Heh."
Turns out he's a guy with a story to tell, and he's not afraid of all the trouble at his age.
Chen Yu sighed: "These days, there are more and more of these big-bodied creatures."
He has a wife at home to take care of the elderly and children, and another person by his side to take care of his eating, drinking and toileting needs.
They even argued so confidently, but I can't be without anyone to take care of me, can I?
Don't you even think about it?
According to this theory, shouldn't wives back home also find young gigolos?
Who will help me with the chores? Who will warm my bed?
Wang Xiao chuckled: "That's right, that's exactly the point."
So, you see—
Chen Yu concluded definitively, "Anyone who stays at home, taking care of the whole family's every need, is a fool. And then you have to see if the man has any conscience. What conscience? With that kind of energy, he might as well be a nanny; at least he'd earn a few hundred yuan a month."
Yes, hiring a nanny these days is quite expensive. Families who can't afford a nanny are certainly not short of money; their salaries are definitely higher than those of regular employees.
Wang Xiao was overjoyed.
Just then, the color TV in the commercial center was showing "The Outsider Girl," in which the older sister, Fengzhen, returned to her hometown from Guangdong, intending to marry her boyfriend from there.
Before they even got married, her boyfriend made a bunch of demands on her, and the two of them lived in completely different worlds.
Finally, Fengzhen dusted herself off and led her group of sisters off to work again.
Wang Xiao couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Chen Yu suddenly remembered: "By the way, Mr. Wang, I have an idea, but I don't know if I should say it."
Wang Xiao didn't like beating around the bush: "Speak."
"It's like this." Chen Yu gestured towards the cashier, "Our commercial city has sales data statistics, right? I'd like to refine them a bit more."
How should we refine it?
For example, there is a high-top leather boot that has sold 100,000 pairs.
So when exactly were these 100,000 pairs sold, and to whom were they sold? Most importantly, where did the recipients ultimately plan to sell them?
“There is a strong trend of copycatting in the market now. If a product sells well in one place, a large number of similar products will soon appear in that place, even causing market saturation.”
Chen Yu analyzed, "But the goods are doomed once they arrive at the destination. Even if they made a mistake, they can't easily turn back. They can only sell them at a low price locally to get their money back as soon as possible."
My idea is that if we can compile the data, we can roughly know how much cargo has already arrived in Moscow.
If the shipment volume is particularly large, then when others find out, they can choose other goods and stop copying what others have already sold.
This avoids cutthroat competition, where everyone engages in a price war, resulting in losses instead of profits.
Ovechkin, who was listening nearby, was at a loss for words.
God, this is terrible.
Is this how all Chinese people do business? No wonder Russians can never outsell Chinese merchants in Moscow.
They really thought of everything. You felt that it would be incredibly impolite not to give them money.
After thinking for a long time, he still raised his hand to express his desire to participate: "But why should the customer tell you how to sell the goods after he has purchased them?"
"Tell them the truth."
Chen Yu emphasized earnestly, "This is a win-win situation. For example, a Ukrainian businessman buys the goods, and his main customers are from Ukraine."
Since he told us, we can provide data to those who follow, so that everyone is aware of the situation and can be one step ahead of them. 100,000 pairs of these leather boots have already appeared on the Ukrainian market.
If you still plan to purchase more goods, then you must consider how to develop new markets if the market becomes saturated.
Conversely, if you keep it hidden...
As a result, the people who came after them didn't understand the market situation and also bought 100,000 pairs of shoes in one go.
With 200,000 pairs of shoes suddenly flooding the limited market, everyone had no choice but to engage in a price war in order to recoup their investment as quickly as possible.
Even if you pre-ordered the goods, you can't possibly sell them all the moment you get off the plane.
The further you go in selling, the greater your sales pressure will be.
You might as well just tell the truth now, so as to warn the others and encourage them to avoid fighting if possible.
Hello, hello, hello everyone.
Chen Yu promoted his idea: "This way, we can provide our clients with more information, which will help them profit in their business."
What benefits will this bring to the commercial city? Is learning from Lei Feng a good example?
No, no, the benefits are huge.
Despite the bustling atmosphere of the commercial city, Russia is also implementing economic reforms and encouraging people to find ways to make money.
But the vast majority of Russians, at least 95%, still hold traditional views and consider doing business to be an extremely shameful thing.
This concept can be understood by referring to the experiences of the earliest group of self-employed individuals in China in the early 1980s.
When they set up stalls on the street, acquaintances would turn around and leave, afraid that bad guys would find out that they knew such low-class people.
Therefore, Russia's free markets are currently mostly still in a state of exchange, where people are simply exchanging the daily necessities they need, and it can't even be considered doing business.
If we want to change this situation, we must offer them sufficient incentives.
In other words, they are only likely to be tempted when they see that people in business are making a lot of money.
Then, under the pressure of life, they gritted their teeth and took the first step, gradually growing into true businessmen.
For the Jiangzhimen Commercial City, the more customers who come to the door, the better.
Ivanov was numb; he felt an immense pressure.
He used to think that Chinese people were all optimists, as if even the smallest things could make them happy.
He now felt that all Chinese people were workaholics, each one of them rushing forward with eyes gleaming green.
In this country, most people travel by foot or bicycle.
It's nothing compared to Russia, where cars are everywhere.
But he just felt that the speed here was so fast that he couldn't even react.
The boss's silence made Chen Yu uneasy, so she cautiously asked, "Boss, what do you think?"
She believes that the commercial city is in the service industry, and the key to providing service is to make customers feel comfortable and cared for.
Wang Xiao asked Ivanov with a smile, "What do you think, my dear Comrade Ivanov?"
Ivanov looked almost pained, and nodded with a heavy heart: "Yes, yes, let's do it that way."
Ovechkin then added, "But the Moscow market doesn't get all its goods from here."
As far as he knew, there were other cities in China with direct flights to Moscow, not to mention other parts of Russia.
"That's called 'Northern Goods'."
Chen Yu smiled and said, "Chinese goods are divided into southern and northern goods, and the styles of the two are different."
Simply put, northern goods are more down-to-earth, while southern goods are more flashy.
Under intense competitive pressure, goods from the north are priced lower than those from the south.
There's no way around it; humans are generally attracted to appearances. If someone doesn't possess outward beauty, no one bothers to explore inner beauty.
"Southern goods" specifically refers to goods sold out of the two commercial centers.
Wang Xiao promoted this concept to facilitate the cutting process.
After all, even if regulatory authorities crack down on something once, it can only guarantee that practitioners will behave themselves for a month or two at most.
Over time, faced with huge profits, they will still be tempted to take advantage of this.
By then, would Wang Xiao still dare to expect that he has enough power to launch another nationwide anti-counterfeiting campaign?
Forget it, instead of indulging in such wishful thinking, I might as well wash up and go to bed early.
She can't control others, so she can only control herself.
We should promote the concept of goods from both northern and southern China, allowing the audience to gradually accept it.
If the same thing happened again, she would never spend millions of dollars to clean up the mess again; instead, she would kick the rotten apple out without hesitation.
You guys can keep fighting amongst yourselves in the mud. I'm not going to be on the same track as you. It's a waste of your time and energy.
The foreign traders who regularly source goods from the trade city have also readily accepted this concept.
Because they can use this to openly and legitimately sell off their stock at higher prices.
Therefore, in the field of southern goods, the sales volume of the trade city can really reflect the market trend.
Chen Yu made another effort, emphasizing to the boss, "Sales figures can also remind our manufacturers here to decide on subsequent production based on the sales situation."
She said this because the problem of homogenization is particularly serious in China's light industry right now.
For example, if a leather jacket becomes popular, other manufacturers will immediately follow suit and make the same style.
However, the market is limited. If everyone rushes to do it, it will definitely become saturated or even oversupplied, resulting in losses due to overstocking.
Therefore, production status must be adjusted according to market response at any time.
Wang Xiao smiled: "OK, I have no objection. I think this idea is excellent. What do you think, dear Comrade Ivanov?"
Ivanov was already eager to flee, and just nodded haphazardly: "Very good, very good, I think there's no problem."
Then he jumped straight to the next point, "Wang, shouldn't we go back? It's getting late, we should go back early, buy some gifts, and then have dinner."
God, help!
Why are the employees even more demanding than he, the boss? They're all desperately taking on more responsibility.
Seeing his posture of being ready to slip away at any moment, Wang Xiao just chuckled.
Want to relax? Dream on!
With so many people following them for their livelihood, even if they wanted to lie down and do nothing, their subordinates would whip them and make them run away.
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