Chapter 103 Just Do Your Best: This Market Is Larger Than You Imagine.
Wang Xiao kept his word; when he said he would come and settle the bill, he really did.
She paid the bill out of her own pocket before leaving.
Fortunately, it wasn't expensive; the meal only cost three thousand yuan.
Considering the status of these leaders, it's not too outrageous. There are plenty of people who are low-ranking but act like royalty; a section-level cadre might act like a member of the imperial family.
After settling the bill, the group headed to Xiushui Street.
This famous street is only two hundred meters long, but it is bustling with people. The stalls on both sides of the street are almost always crowded with people. Some people are picking out goods, some are bargaining, and some are running back and forth between the stalls, constantly acting as translators.
It was as bustling as a vegetable market.
Wang Xiao turned his head and asked, "Do you think their business has gotten worse? Why don't you ask how much the stall fee is now?"
As soon as she opened her mouth to ask about the price, the stall owner gave her a cold look and said, "If you don't want to buy anything, leave now and don't cause trouble here."
Are you kidding me? Who the hell would give up their stall right now? Are you out of your mind? Can't you see how many customers there are? Everyone's practically splitting themselves in two.
Wang Xiao didn't argue with anyone; instead, she went straight to the Yabao Road Market next door.
Seriously, what does it mean to turn a hen into a duck in the blink of an eye?
Yabao Road is a typical example.
When Wang Xiao first came here in the autumn of the year before last, it was very deserted, with only a few dozen simple tin counters scattered here and there. There weren't many customers, and half of the stalls were empty, looking quite run-down.
Back then, it was less of a market and more of a black market for foreign exchange. There were far more people coming to exchange foreign currency than to do business.
However, only a little over a year has passed, and now even Ivanov exclaims, "I really can't recognize him."
The current Yabao Road Market is still only a few hundred meters long and a dozen meters wide, and it is still the same east-west street.
But at this moment, both sides of the road are lined with red-roofed, white-exteriored kiosks, all neatly arranged, looking like a regular army.
The stalls stretched as far as the eye could see, and in front of each one, foreign customers were asking about prices and inspecting the goods, gesturing and pointing – it was quite a lively scene.
The market staff were called over and began to explain: "In the second half of last year, our Chaowai Subdistrict Office, putting the needs of the people first, eliminated all the metal stalls. We specifically spent 900,000 yuan to set up a total of 240 clothing stalls and 7 toy stalls."
The market response was enthusiastic, with a large number of customers. At the beginning of this year, we added another 350 stalls, all of which are these uniform kiosks.
To meet the needs of both buyers and sellers, we have also provided translators, cleaners, assistants, security guards, and traffic controllers. In addition, we have opened international and domestic long-distance telephone services, an international shipping terminal, a water room, and more. Customer satisfaction is now very high.
Wang Xiao pressed further, "So your market is developing so quickly, has it attracted all the customers from Xiushui Street?"
Market staff immediately denied it: "No way, there are so many customers, people on both sides. There are also quite a few people on Xiushui Street. There are so many resellers now, we're worried that the space isn't big enough. If this street weren't so short, we'd like to add more stalls."
Actually, it's already in the planning stages. Six hundred kiosks are too few. Everyone thinks that if we increase it to one thousand, we won't have to worry about finding tenants.
Wang Xiao smiled, full of curiosity: "So how much does one of your stalls cost now?"
"Two thousand yuan a month." But the staff member was honest, "If you were to subcontract from someone else, the price would be several times higher. Nobody's willing to do that now."
Why? Because it's too profitable.
It's not uncommon to earn hundreds of thousands of US dollars a month just by selling one hot item.
Who would be crazy enough to give up the hen that lays golden eggs?
When they first opened the Yabao Road Clothing Market, they didn't have many other ideas; it was simply to provide employment for unemployed people in the neighborhood.
With so many people unable to find work, things will get out of hand if this goes on for too long. The kiosks are also contracted out to locals.
When it comes to doing business, people from Zhejiang are truly shrewd. Currently, most of the kiosks have been subcontracted out to Zhejiang people.
They are hardworking and quick-witted, and their businesses are thriving, with daily incomes of six figures being quite common.
Honestly, you can't argue with that. It's enough to make anyone envious, jealous, and resentful.
A staff member from Chaowai Street sighed, "We never expected the market to be this booming. We originally planned to focus on the embassy district, but things turned out differently. Now, there are very few embassy staff coming; they prefer to go to Xiushui Street. Most of the people coming here are middlemen who buy goods wholesale."
Why? Because this place specializes in wholesale business, getting goods directly from factories, so the prices are much cheaper than at Xiushui Street.
People from Eastern European countries, CIS countries, and Arab countries all came over.
Deputy Secretary Cao deliberately spoke to Wang Xiao: "Why don't we go and ask them how much they're willing to pay to transfer the business booth?"
Whether a business is doing well or not, the price of a stall is the best indicator.
The staff quickly stopped them: "No, no, no, they don't serve Chinese people, they're afraid you'll embezzle their money."
It's true, the fashion scene on Yabao Road changes rapidly, and trendy items can only be sold for a maximum of 20 days.
Twenty days later, a large number of similar products will quickly appear on the market, and the price will be driven down rapidly.
Because the money was being seized so severely, every kiosk owner treated their fellow countrymen like thieves.
The air force officers were quite surprised: "Is this even possible?"
“That’s normal,” Deputy Secretary Cao chimed in. “Who doesn’t like money? When business is good and profits are high, people naturally don’t want others to take advantage of them.”
There happened to be a stall nearby where the buyer and seller were having trouble communicating. The guy acting as the translator was obviously fluent in Russian, and when he relayed the message, the meaning was completely different.
Wang Xiao took the initiative to help convey the message, and the stall owner finally understood what the Russian wanted and quickly took the goods.
Taking the opportunity, Wang Xiao asked the customer, "What do you think is the most inconvenient thing about coming to Beijing to stock up on goods?"
"There are too few flights," the blond, blue-eyed Russian complained. "Train and plane tickets are so hard to buy, and there are so few flights. It's driving me crazy with the wait."
Having come from a planned economy, the Russians had a particularly keen sense of officialdom. He immediately realized that the Chinese in front of him were local officials, and quickly began to speak his mind.
The general meaning is nothing more than:
First, we need to increase the number of train services;
Secondly, it needs to facilitate transportation, from the market to the airport and train station;
Third, we need to provide more translations; otherwise, it will be too troublesome for everyone to communicate.
Fourth, everyone should display all their goods. Otherwise, with so many stalls, shops, and private rooms at the Ritan Hotel, he would be exhausted trying to ask everyone one by one.
Wang Xiao listened and nodded, "Thank you for your opinion, we understand."
The Russian was still not satisfied, but the stall owner had already packed up his goods.
He quickly slung a large woven bag over his shoulder, one on each side, the opening of the bag almost reaching his armpits, and the bottom of the bag practically dragging on the ground.
Even so, he still greeted Wang Xiao and the others before striding away.
Seriously, he looked like he was carrying two mountains on his shoulders, yet he was walking with great strides.
For him, these two large bags were not a heavy burden of life, but a source of great hope.
Wang Xiao then struck up a conversation with the stall owner: "Please don't misunderstand, we're just here to do some research and see if we need to upgrade our services. Boss, are there more or fewer customers now?"
“There are far too many. You need to find a way to arrange for more translators to come over as soon as possible. There aren’t many reliable translators left.”
It was precisely because Wang Xiao had just helped him complete a transaction, and because she looked refined and gentle, not like a businessman, that the stall owner was willing to speak to her.
Wang Xiao confirmed with him, "So that means the overall trend is that business is getting better and better?"
"Of course," the stall owner said without hesitation. "There are Russians everywhere these days, from morning till night. We're so busy we don't even have time to go to the toilet."
Wang Xiao pressed further, "So how many goods can you ship each day now?"
"It's hard to say." The stall owner couldn't hide his pride. "Three factories supply me with goods behind my stall. From the second half of last year until now, at least a third of the goods for these factories have come from me."
Wang Xiao laughed and said, "You're really amazing, your business is huge."
"Hey, that's basic. Which of our stalls doesn't have two or three factories behind it? Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to supply goods. Let me put it this way, now all the foreign trade garment manufacturers in the country, except for Tibet and Taiwan, have found agents here. Including factories in Hong Kong and Macau. To be honest, those factory managers all say that we've revitalized their factories."
Another customer came in, and the stall owner quickly greeted the customer, having no time to pay attention to Wang Xiao.
Wang Xiao stepped back and gestured to the civil aviation staff: "Our Wuzhou Company started doing business last May, but since then, the number of customers coming to Yabao Road and Xiushui Street has not decreased, but has increased instead."
They've already arrived in the capital; it's impossible for them to travel all the way to Jiangdong to catch a plane.
And then there's the Ritan Hotel up ahead; every room there is a shop, and there are even more customers, all of them wholesalers.
While they were talking, another group of new customers arrived at the kiosk where they had just been standing.
The guests who came this time had a typical Mongolian appearance.
The young man leading the group had curly hair and looked quite fashionable. He immediately said, "Add two cents, two cents more for each pair of ripped jeans."
Ivanov listened to Wang Xiao's translation with great pride: "We started it, we created this trend."
Last spring, it was Wang who orchestrated a craze for ripped jeans in the streets of Moscow, which made him a fortune.
Now, it has crossed the border by train and is becoming popular in Mongolia.
Haha, it's clear that Moscow is also a fashionable city, capable of leading the fashion trends of surrounding countries.
The leaders were somewhat bewildered, not understanding what the translator meant by "add two cents."
Then the young man added, "Five thousand pairs of ripped jeans, give me two cents commission for each pair, included in the unit price."
Everyone then realized that they were trying to profit from both sides.
As is customary, foreign companies pay translators. And the price isn't cheap; a full day's work would cost at least fifty yuan.
In a month, that's 1,500 yuan, which is equivalent to what an average worker earns in a year.
As a result, this person wasn't satisfied with the payment he received; he actually wanted to eat there again.
Five thousand pairs of jeans, with a two-cent rebate, that's a thousand dollars.
This one deal of his cost more than the annual income of ordinary people (more than 80 percent of the country's population is still agricultural).
That's way too dark.
Someone wanted to express righteous indignation, but was glared at by the stall owner.
After the transaction was completed, the stall owner said irritably, "Can you speak Mongolian? If you can't, don't cause trouble. If you say anything more, that translator will take the person away, and I won't be able to do business anymore."
Wang Xiao asked him, "Do translators often do this kind of thing?"
"Mongolian translators love doing this, they get paid from both sides. They always ask us for kickbacks. There are few people here who can speak Mongolian, so they become very popular."
The leaders immediately turned to look at the staff at the Yabao Road Market.
The staff member looked completely innocent: "They brought their own translator, there's nothing we can do about it."
The stall owner retorted, "If your translations were sufficient, this wouldn't have happened."
In fact, Wang Xiao was very skeptical of the credibility of this statement.
The stall owner might actually welcome this kind of kickback scheme.
Translation plays a crucial role in doing business with foreign companies, and can even determine whether a deal goes through or not.
If a translator wants to get a kickback, then they have to find a way to close deals.
In this way, the stall owner's success rate in making the sale is greatly increased.
So both sides tacitly agreed that the only loser was the foreign business.
Wang Xiao turned to look at the civil aviation staff: "Actually, what we really need to do here is not to suppress anyone, but to improve our service quality. If people are taken advantage of too many times, they will naturally not dare to trust us anymore and will go elsewhere."
The old man with gray hair took another step forward: "Let's go take a look at the Ritan Hotel."
The Ritan Hotel is located next to Yabao Road. As it is a hotel catering to foreigners, it is allowed to accommodate foreigners according to regulations, so it gradually became a base for black market traders.
Before they even left Yabao Road, they encountered a tricycle driver soliciting passengers on the roadside.
Wang Xiao went straight up and asked, "How's business here? Are there many customers needing cars?"
"There are so many, there's never a break."
Like taxi drivers, the elderly men in Beijing are naturally inclined to chat with people.
The tricycle driver glanced smugly at the officials and proudly announced, "Don't be fooled by your glamorous office jobs. You might not even make as much as I do in a day pedaling a tricycle in a month."
Wang Xiao asked curiously, "How much do you earn in a month?"
"Two thousand yuan, at least two thousand yuan a month."
Wang Xiao immediately gave a thumbs up and exclaimed, "You're amazing! I don't even make two thousand yuan a year!"
The old man was very friendly: "Young lady, you seem quite smart for your age. You should learn Russian quickly. A decent Russian translator here can earn at least two or three thousand a month."
Wang Xiao smiled and nodded: "Okay, sir, I'll listen to you. I'll go back and brush up on my Russian."
The tricycle driver chuckled halfway through, then quickly reached out and leaned forward, calling out, "Bayehari!"
Wang Xiao was astonished: "You can speak Russian too?"
"That's right." The tricycle driver was very proud. "I still know the basics. Bayehari just means tricycle, right?"
As he spoke, he went over to help the guests with their large and small bags, put all their luggage on the vehicle, and pedaled forward with a smile.
Before leaving, he waved to Wang Xiao and said, "Girl, I'm leaving now. Study Russian well. Look, even I, at my age, can learn it, so you definitely can too."
After the person left, Deputy Secretary Cao couldn't help but burst out laughing.
This old man in Beijing is really funny. "Bayehari" means "Let's go," when did it become a tricycle?
It's likely that the Russian man rode in his tricycle and urged him to "go!", but he misunderstood and took advantage of the situation.
Everyone present burst into laughter, and the somewhat tense atmosphere caused by the Mongolian translator's double-dealing became more relaxed.
Everyone walked briskly to the Ritan Hotel.
This renowned hotel didn't always have a good reputation. In the eyes of Beijing locals, it was a place frequented by convicts and unemployed people.
They cheated, swindled, and stole; they did all sorts of shady things.
However, now it is bustling with activity, and it is more like a shopping mall than a hotel.
Inside the hotel, all the room doors were open, and the people coming and going were mostly middlemen and scalpers.
Everyone went in with empty bags and came out with bags full.
The room was like a small department store, with all kinds of clothes, shoes and daily necessities hanging everywhere.
Unlike the kiosks on Yabao Road, Chinese people are allowed to look around here, but the room owners are too lazy to pay attention to you, as if they can't even see you.
Before Wang Xiao and the others could speak, a noisy commotion arose from next door.
A short, stout Chinese man angrily waved his arms: "Who fooled you? This is the leather, this is the goods. I even got the goods transferred and packed up for you. You just say you don't want them? Aren't you playing games with us?"
The Russian man opposite him was even angrier: "You're lying, you're deceiving people. This isn't the skin you were talking about before. This isn't the skin I want at all."
As a result, both sides had their own reasons, and they couldn't reach an agreement. The foreign merchant refused to accept the goods, and the Chinese merchant refused to refund the deposit.
The two sides argued fiercely.
In the end, the translator had to run around mediating between the two sides, and both sides made concessions.
The Russians would never want this, but they can only get half of their deposit back.
He was so angry that he kept turning around and glaring at me, muttering, "I'm never coming here again. I should go to the Trade City. Even if I have to take the train, I should go to the Trade City."
Other Russians nearby chimed in, "Exactly, you get what you pay for. The people here love to lie, and the stuff is really bad."
They all knew who was lying. But what could they do on someone else's turf? They could only swallow their anger and suffer in silence.
The Chinese people present were actually aware of the situation.
Those Russians traveled all the way here to buy goods, they wouldn't be so idle as to have nothing better to do. After picking out the goods and waiting for two days, and with the packages already packed, he deliberately found fault.
Moreover, the leather jacket in his hand and the leather jacket in the cargo bag, at first glance, look the same, but upon closer inspection, it is obvious that they are completely different.
Unfortunately, nobody cares here, so what can the Russians do but swallow their pride and suffer the consequences?
Wang Xiao turned to the old man and asked, "Do we want to go further in?"
To be honest, she didn't want to continue shopping.
The ventilation here is terrible, and with a bunch of leather jackets hanging out, the smell is awful.
It can be described as a biological weapon.
The old man with gray hair took a few more steps forward, but didn't go inside; he just looked around from the doorway.
There are indeed many goods and many customers here.
Despite the earlier disturbance, it did not dampen the enthusiasm of other customers in selecting goods.
Most people left the hotel with large and small bags.
Some people want even more goods, so they have to wait for the goods to be transferred over, pack them, and then rent a truck to transport them away.
After a quick tour, Wang Xiao couldn't help but take a deep breath as they left the hotel.
I'm suffocating.
Honestly, she felt that making money in that place wasn't easy either, having to breathe that kind of air every day.
When they reached the main street, Wang Xiao spoke again: "I think what we've seen proves that, at least in Beijing, trade with Russia, CIS countries, and Eastern European countries has been on the rise, rather than being taken away from us."
Director Zhang didn't even bother to cover it up: "But the charter flight business at Tianjin Airport isn't doing well."
"Because your publicity was inadequate," Wang Xiao said bluntly. "Whether it was Xiushui Street, Yabao Road, or Ritan Hotel, I didn't see any obvious signs reminding people that they could charter a flight at Tianjin Airport."
In order to attract middlemen and traders to the trade city to buy goods, they started advertising early on, spending over ten thousand yuan each time just on printing promotional brochures.
Even now, with the commercial city already making a name for itself, they still haven't stopped distributing promotional brochures on airplanes and trains.
If you don't promote it properly, how will people know how to fly on your plane?
They were already unfamiliar with the capital city, and they couldn't speak the language either.
If you don't provide excellent service, how can you attract customers?
"The market gap is huge, and there are more and more customers. Everyone has a strong demand for charter flights. As long as we can do a good job in basic services, we will definitely not have to worry about the charter flight business failing."
Wang Xiao offered a suggestion: "Let the freight forwarding company find more middlemen. Only they know best what these foreign middlemen really need."
The whole afternoon just flew by.
As darkness fell, the group returned to the guesthouse. After much drinking and toasting, the civil aviation officials finally relented and agreed not to alter the Jiangdong-Moscow route.
They added a separate line to Tianjin.
Wang Xiao and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Even though these people took two jars of Moutai liquor with them when they left, she accepted it.
Seriously, in this day and age, if someone is willing to take advantage of you, that's a victory in itself.
An air force soldier, hiccuping from drinking, came over to greet her, then, rather belatedly, emphasized, "Actually, the civil aviation authorities can't do anything about it. In China, airspace jurisdiction is jointly managed by the air force and civil aviation. If they piss us off, they can forget about getting any airport approved in the future. Ha, I thought only they could stop people."
Wang Xiao was simply no match for them; otherwise, she definitely would have attacked them.
Damn it, are you starting to be wise after the event now? Where were you guys before?
You guys were quick to collect the contract fees, but when it really matters, you run away faster than rabbits.
But she had to keep to herself, so she could only smile and say, "That's why I came to you guys, because I know only you can handle civil aviation."
Beep beep beep——
She's decided that from now on, she'll take a cut of every plane she buys for the Air Force, according to the unwritten rules of the underworld.
Your immense wealth is gone.
It's your fault for being unreliable at crucial moments.
Everyone parted ways at the entrance of the guesthouse. Wang Xiao and the others got into the Beijing office's car and went back. Deputy Secretary Cao breathed a long sigh of relief.
"This matter is finally settled."
It's like fighting a war; it's really exhausting. This afternoon, her legs felt like they were going to break, and her toes were chafed raw.
She added with a sigh, "I guess the civil aviation authorities didn't really understand the significance of the flight routes back then, otherwise they wouldn't have approved them so readily."
Although China Airlines has few flights now, some flights are poorly scheduled, and passengers still need a letter of introduction from a county or higher-level unit to fly. Insufficient publicity and ticket prices are too high for ordinary people's income.
With all these factors combined, China Express's flights are in a state of extreme shortages, with some even having to be canceled.
The farmer-turned-entrepreneur who became famous for chartering planes was able to do it because plane tickets were hard to sell.
Otherwise, what's wrong with the airlines? Why would they be so eager to hand over their profitable business to others?
It's true, nowadays, the things that private individuals can do are things that the government can't do well, things that will result in losses.
But what's amazing is that once these transactions fall into the hands of private individuals, they immediately become incredibly successful.
Ultimately, the problem lies in the egalitarian system, which kills people. Nobody has the motivation to work and they're too lazy to find ways to get ahead.
See, the current situation is that the civil aviation industry probably never expected that in less than a year, flights between China and Russia would become so popular.
Now they're in a difficult position, so naturally they have to create obstacles to let these guys who haven't paid any respects know that the Civil Aviation Administration is the one in charge.
Deputy Secretary Cao asked Wang Xiao and Ivanov in Russian, "Are you two going to stay in Beijing for another two days, or come back to Jiangdong with me? If you're coming with me, I'll have them book the tickets."
The biggest advantage of going back with Deputy Secretary Cao is that we can easily buy sleeper berths, and soft sleeper berths at that!
Even ordinary people with high ranks rarely receive this kind of treatment.
Without hesitation, Wang Xiao immediately decided, "We'll go back with you."
When they arrived at the Beijing Liaison Office, they saw a familiar face as soon as they reached the restaurant downstairs.
We're not actually that close; we just met at noon today.
It was that well-informed "crew-cut" guy whose father was always up-to-date. The moment he saw Wang Xiao, his eyes lit up: "Hey, beautiful, I've got 30 friends helping me buy a car. Do you have enough?"
He pointed to the seven or eight people sitting on the reception chair next to him, "My buddies all came here specifically to wait for us."
Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked in confusion, "What, didn't you just call and ask?"
The man with the buzz cut immediately replied, "I did call, but I couldn't get through. I came over with my friend to ask."
"Oh, maybe the line is just busy. Russian buses are really in high demand right now, and there are a lot of people asking about them."
Without thinking much, Wang Xiao walked straight to the reception desk. "Let me call and ask for you."
The man with the buzz cut followed her all the way to the front desk phone before lowering his voice and asking, "I've found 30 people to buy cars. Can you give me a discount? Sixty-five thousand a car."
The claim that he couldn't get through on the phone is complete nonsense. He came all this way specifically to discuss kickbacks with someone.
These kinds of things can't be explained clearly over the phone by people who haven't met in person; they have to talk face-to-face.
With his buzz cut, he smiled tenderly at Wang Xiao, his charming eyes blinking all over the place. He was striking a pose that clearly indicated he wanted to use his beauty to seduce her.
Ivanov watched from the side, feeling that this old man was trying to spread his tail feathers like a peacock.
However, Wang Xiao is the kind of person who would even eat Tang Sanzang's flesh, so this level of power has no effect on her whatsoever.
Instead, she just rolled her eyes and shook her head, refusing outright: "Impossible. Seventy thousand yuan is already the best price I can offer. There are plenty of people who want to pay more to get the car now."
The man with the buzz cut kept pestering him: "Thirty cars! You can sell thirty cars at once, that's a fast return on investment. Lower the price a bit more, and I guarantee I'll introduce you to even more customers. Seriously, I have connections, I can find people to buy cars."
He's now filled with regret; he shouldn't have gone with that blabbermouth to negotiate prices today.
Isn't 75,000 a car a good deal? It's much cheaper than cars that cost over 100,000.
But when he called others to buy together, that big-mouthed madman, who was barely tattered, couldn't wait to tell them that they had reached an agreement and could reduce the price of 10 cars to 70,000 yuan.
Damn it, he ran around all day and didn't get a single penny of benefit for me?
He's crazy; he's just asking for trouble.
Wang Xiao almost died laughing when she heard this, and asked him with great interest, "So what do you plan to do?"
The man with the buzz cut blinked frantically, utterly shameless in his pursuit of a kickback: "How about a discount? Another thousand yuan off. Beautiful lady—"
The word "beautiful woman" is so enchanting it could conjure up a winding mountain road.
Wang Xiao really wanted to laugh, but she refused without hesitation, shaking her head: "Impossible, we're not having a clearance sale because we can't sell any cars."
The man with the buzz cut was so flustered that he didn't even bother to blink his peach blossom eyes anymore: "I'll introduce more customers to you, really, um, 100, 100 customers."
Wang Xiao remained nonchalant: "We really don't need these customers. To tell you the truth, we're only worried about not having enough cars to sell. If you go to the market, you'll see there are tons of people waiting to pick up their cars with money in hand. Anyway, it's getting late. We need to rest now. Bye-bye."
Ivanov, being particularly quick-witted, immediately set off to follow.
"No, no, no." The man with the buzz cut stopped her and pleaded, "Beautiful lady, please help me out. I'll let you have 150 cars, and you'll give me a discount of 1,000 yuan."
Wang Xiao immediately slashed the price in half: "Five hundred yuan, that's the only discount I can offer. This trip cost you seventy-five thousand yuan, enough to buy you a small car for free. You have no idea how difficult it was for us to get a car from Russia. Just going through the connections and finding the right channels took a tremendous amount of effort."
After struggling for a while, the man with the buzz cut finally nodded heavily: "Fine, five hundred it is. It's a deal, five hundred yuan commission per car."
Damn it, he really wanted to kill that bastard.
If it weren't for that big mouth, he could have made over 700,000 yuan from 1.5 million cars.
Wang Xiao laughed: "Whose fault is that? You spread the news so fast. One hundred and fifty people already know the price."
The man with the buzz cut suddenly realized, "Oh yeah, the others don't know yet. Right now, only these dozen or so guys know."
He kept it a secret for a while, saying that the cars were in high demand and that apart from the discounted prices at the front, no one was willing to lower the prices for the rest of the cars.
Buy it or don't, it's up to you.
"Okay!" The buzz cut man's eyebrows instantly lit up. "Beautiful lady, wait for me, I'll be right there."
Wang Xiao readily agreed: "No problem, as long as you bring the person over. Oh dear—I still need to call and ask first."
Ivanov watched the spectacle with great enjoyment.
No wonder they say that places for eating and drinking are good places to do business.
See, the deal was done just like that.
One hundred and fifty cars! If Russian car manufacturers had that kind of sales capacity, they wouldn't be struggling to make ends meet every day.
Deputy Secretary Cao's job as his translator was indescribable.
These people are really something else when it comes to business. It's like they can just open their mouths and make hundreds of millions or even millions of dollars in deals.
Their provincial government usually leads business delegations to negotiate deals, and they practically risk their lives to close a single deal.
Wang Xiao smiled and said in Russian, "It's just an information gap. Nowadays, doing business relies on two things: inconvenient transportation and poor circulation of goods. The other is information gap."
For example, this guy with the buzz cut knows that Beijing is about to open up the private taxi industry, and he has a way to monetize it.
If it were anyone else wanting to make this money, they absolutely wouldn't have the connections.
Wang Xiao dialed the Suifenhe phone number. Tang Yicheng answered the phone while still criticizing the person next to him: "Alright, alright, what time is it? We're closed. Don't give me that nonsense. Look at what kind of car that is. Can it compare to ours?"
Hello—this is Tang Yicheng.
...
You need cars? 150 cars? Okay, okay, then we have to act fast. We can't keep them; these days, we really can't keep cars.
Suifenhe is going crazy; no matter how many cars come, they all leave. The place has changed dramatically.
"Hey, Wang Xiao, you really should come and see this. It's become unbelievable here."
Wang Xiao became interested: "How exactly will the reform be implemented?"
Tang Yicheng has never been good at Chinese since he was a child, and he spoke incoherently: "I can't explain it clearly, you'll understand if you come and see for yourself. Anyway, I feel like I don't have enough eyes to see everything."
Wang Xiao was taken aback. Was it really necessary? Tang Yicheng had traveled all over the country and seen a lot of the world.
He's even been to bustling Tokyo, so how could he be so overwhelmed by the sheer number of people in tiny Suifenhe? That's a bit of an exaggeration.
Ivanov, standing nearby, asked with great interest, "Your Majesty, shall we go over there?"
The farmers that Deputy Secretary Cao found for them were trained at a farm in Northeast China, mainly to teach them how to drive tractors and use large agricultural machinery.
If they went there now, he could take these farmers to his farm and build the log cabins while they were there.
In this way, they can officially start farming in May.
Suifenhe is just one stop.
Wang Xiao was stunned by his question.
Suifenhe, are you going to Suifenhe? The place where the famous watermelon diplomacy originated, and now a border trading city famous throughout the country.
She had never been there before, and she was genuinely curious about what Tang Yicheng meant by "unbelievable."
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Uh, I'll finish writing it.
Before the Third Plenary Session of the 14th Central Committee of the Communist Party of China adopted the "Decision on Several Issues Concerning the Establishment of a Socialist Market Economy System" on November 14, 1993, the debate on left and right remained uncertain.
In 1992, the status of self-employed individuals was still not high, and mainstream society did not have a high opinion of them.
Therefore, the stall owners, tricycle drivers, and others in the article all emphasize: We earn a lot of money.
The subtext is: Don't look down on us.
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