Chapter 52 Partner (Bug Fix): She's Determined to Win
Ivanov was a very generous partner and immediately arranged a room for her with a telephone.
Unlike in mainland China, Moscow's telephones can now make calls all over the world.
Ivanov also warmly invited her to come downstairs for an authentic Moscow afternoon tea after she finished her phone call.
Rooms were assigned to families. Chen Yanqiu followed her daughter into the room to put away their luggage, her eyes darting around, unable to take it all in.
What a huge and magnificent villa! What kind of wood is this furniture made of? She's never seen anything like it before.
Wang Xiao laughed: "If you like this, I'll build an exact replica in Jiangdong later. I'll see if I can find the wood; this looks like African ebony."
Chen Yanqiu was so frightened that she slapped her on the shoulder: "You're doing this recklessly!"
What kind of nonsense is this? Living in a big villa, what kind of society is that?
Wang Xiao didn't take it seriously: "What's the big deal? Food, clothing, shelter and transportation. Once you've eaten well and dressed well, the next step is definitely to have a good place to live."
The villa they lived in was really well-designed; she did indeed plan to get the blueprints and copy them back to the outskirts of Jiangdong.
The land she obtained from the village was designated for industrial use, and the houses she built on it could not be sold as commercial housing.
However, Wang Xiao didn't care about that, because she never expected to build houses to sell.
It will be at least ten years before the real estate market takes off; the houses she's building now are for business purposes.
The building that was under construction before we left the provincial capital was a simple hotel-style accommodation.
This way, the most basic living security can be provided for the incoming businesspeople in the shortest possible time.
The next step, of course, is to arrange villas to meet the higher-level needs of our business partners.
Let's go with this high-class villa in Moscow.
The construction cost will definitely be high, but Wang Xiao believes that once it is built, the house will have no shortage of guests.
How should I put it?
People's mentality is very subtle.
When you get rich, you want to be noble, because only by being noble can you rise to another social class.
Luxury villas on the outskirts of Moscow are no longer places where money can buy you a place to live.
That requires power.
As a newly emerging group of wealthy individuals, speculators are the group most willing to enjoy the existence that represents power.
Um.
Even if the real estate scalpers decline in the future and the International Trade City has to transform, these villas with exotic flair can still be rented to people in the provincial capital who want to try something new.
It's a replica of a genuine foreign villa, after all.
The decline of speculators in Eastern Europe and the former Soviet Union does not mean that other speculator groups will not rise.
There are quite a few middlemen who go to Africa to develop their businesses.
Even if no speculators end up living there, Wang Xiao still believes that building the house was worthwhile.
With her earning power, why would she stay cooped up in the steel factory's residential area?
She's the kind of person who bought a large apartment as soon as she made money.
She's been living in an 80-square-meter apartment ever since she transmigrated into the book, which is quite a lot of hardship for her.
Why can't she live in a luxury villa?
But her immediate priority is to call back to the provincial capital and urge the Air Force unit to act.
My sister has already arranged for over 300 clients who have long-term plans to charter flights. Even if each person only brings $5,000 worth of goods each time, that's still $1.5 million a day.
For a business of this size, delaying even one day could result in a loss of 100 million.
Wang Xiao persuaded her mother to go downstairs to enjoy an authentic Moscow afternoon tea.
He downed half a cup of the black tea that Tang Yicheng had served, purely to wake himself up.
Russian black tea is incredibly strong and bitter; even they find it too bitter, so they add a lot of sugar to it.
This magical existence, both bitter and sweet, is even more invigorating than coffee.
Wang Xiao put down his cup and started making a phone call.
The leader on the other end of the phone listened to her rattle off a list of 200,000 silk shirts, 180,000 sets of sportswear, 300,000 calculators, 500,000 pairs of rain boots, and then there were the hiking shoes, bed sheets and duvet covers, and a whole bunch of other random things that he couldn't even make out the exact numbers for.
He had no idea how many planes it would take to transport all this cargo.
Wang Xiao repeatedly emphasized, "We really can't delay any longer; this matter must be handled quickly."
She didn't even give the other party a chance to bargain, jumping straight to the next question.
The construction team needs to speed things up, the airport warehouse and the storage market she wants must be developed simultaneously, and the resort needs to be built in all directions.
Don't bring them in one by one; we don't have enough manpower, so we need to hire more. What she wants is speed.
If you don't take advantage of the sunny weather in May and get started now, it will be a disaster for building a house when the rain comes down later.
As for the building materials, she wasn't worried at all.
Starting in early 1989, in order to curb the soaring prices of raw materials caused by the overheated economy, the government halted many infrastructure projects.
The ensuing economic depression has left these stalled infrastructure projects with no sign of resuming.
Therefore, the current market for building materials is not in short supply, but rather in surplus.
Otherwise, the steel mills wouldn't be having such a hard time.
After making that phone call, Wang Xiao then brandished his whip to tease—no, to urge—the people at the night school in Dachang.
Let's get moving and take action now!
Hurry up, don't let them say she launched a surprise attack.
She notified me beforehand. She has an exam when she gets back.
If you fail the exam, I'm sorry, but you will only be allowed to audit the subsequent Russian language training classes.
She paid for a teacher to come and give lessons, with the aim of cultivating potential employees, not to do good deeds like Lei Feng or promote Russian.
The person in charge of the night school at the large factory didn't find Wang Xiao's attitude overbearing at all. On the contrary, he was overjoyed and kept asking, "When can they start working? Can they start working as soon as the three-month training course is over?"
For her, the person in charge of the night school, whose main purpose is vocational training, the best news is that students can apply what they have learned at school.
That would be fantastic if it could help them find jobs and get promoted.
Wang Xiao boasted without batting an eye: "Then we need everyone's best effort. I'm just afraid that even if we're prepared for everything, they'll mess things up at the crucial moment, speaking broken Russian and terrible English."
The night school director repeatedly assured that he would strengthen management and force them to become competent.
Wang Xiao hesitated for a second, then offered another incentive: "I'll try to contact them and see if I can find a teacher from Jinning Hotel to provide them with service training."
In addition to this large self-service supermarket, the opening of the resort also requires service personnel, and training in this area must keep up.
I'll just have to pay more money.
Wang Xiao had already come up with a reason to persuade the Jinning Grand Hotel.
Boss, look how loyal I am as an advisor. I don't take a single penny of salary from the restaurant, yet I always keep the restaurant's interests in mind.
Look, the international trade city is about to open, and it's bustling with international traders—no, they're all wealthy foreign businessmen.
If we're talking about who's the top dog when it comes to receiving foreign guests in our provincial capital, then it has to be our Jinning Grand Hotel.
We should treat these foreign businessmen well, ensuring they have a happy, worry-free, and comfortable shopping experience at the International Trade City, so they'll want to come back again.
This way, once the brand is established, there will be more repeat customers, and word-of-mouth will attract even more foreign businesses, resulting in a continuous stream of customers.
Even if the investment promotion conference of Jinning Grand Hotel becomes a thing of the past and fails to attract more investors on that day, these international middlemen can still fill the gap in hotel occupancy.
Therefore, in order to achieve this goal, the hotel must do a good job of training the staff of the International Trade City.
This is a win-win situation; we're working together for mutual progress.
Tang Yicheng listened to her eloquent speech over an international call and was completely speechless.
He could only think to himself, "He speaks as if it were the truth!"
That's a lie.
Even with his not-so-bright brain, he figured it out.
She also tied the Jinning Grand Hotel to the project. Besides taking advantage of the hotel's employee training, the most important reason was to use the Jinning Grand Hotel as a buffer before her villa reception area was built, so as to meet the needs of international traders who wanted a higher level of enjoyment.
Oh!
It's true what they say: sincerity is hard to retain, but tricks win people's hearts.
Jinning Grand Hotel was actually fooled by her. Without saying a word, they agreed and even promised to send someone to the night school for training.
OK, great, things are going well.
Wang Xiao had a plan in mind.
Tang Yicheng really thought too much of her.
Is that all she's good for by getting involved with the Jinning Grand Hotel?
There must be more than that.
Zhimen Airport is located in a very remote area, with no public transportation available, making travel extremely inconvenient.
In the provincial capital, taxis are currently scarce and simply cannot meet the travel demand.
She brought in the Jinning Hotel and several influential partners to apply for the opening of more bus routes, which would greatly increase the chances of success.
With the bus service, employees of the International Trade City and the resort can now commute to and from get off work more conveniently.
Furthermore, the people of the provincial capital can also visit the International Trade City to enjoy the festivities.
Only when a place becomes popular can it develop sustainably.
Wang Xiao then called Xiang Dong, not only to let him know that she, the boss, was still alive and well, but also mainly to get him moving.
What are you doing?
Train him to be a capable assistant so that he can be freed up.
Xiang Dong is almost going crazy.
Now he is not only responsible for stocking goods, but also for placing orders with clothing factories, managing the daily operations of the clothing self-service supermarket, and now he is also responsible for training talent.
How can we treat him like several people?
Wang Xiao said seriously, "So you need to bring out your deputy as soon as possible. One person should be in charge of women's clothing and the other should be in charge of men's clothing, so that you can find time to manage the International Trade City later."
She had no one else to rely on, so she had to squeeze every last drop out of any available resources.
She herself has to run around a lot, and at most she can only be in charge of the framework and decision-making; someone has to keep an eye on the daily management.
Her words startled Xiang Dong.
Are you kidding me? He didn't even finish junior high school; he only has an elementary school diploma.
He calls himself an international trade city? All he knows is "Hello OK" and "Miss Miss Sayo Lala." How can he possibly manage an international trade city?
Wang Xiao assured him, "It's okay, I'll provide you with a translator. In short, you have to bring a store manager, otherwise even if you split yourself into three, it won't be enough. There will be more and more things to do in the future, and the business will get bigger and bigger. If you try to do everything yourself, you'll definitely work yourself to death."
Xiang Dong wanted to say that he was just an ordinary self-employed individual, and his biggest dream at the time was simply to rent a few more counters in the People's Department Store. Why did it suddenly seem like the entire People's Department Store was under his control?
No, no, no. According to Wang Xiao's plan, the scale of the international trade city she mentioned is probably equivalent to more than several large shopping malls in the provincial capital combined.
Oh my god!
He must be crazy to believe that this international trade city can actually be built and that business will be booming.
His first thought wasn't even about that desolate, godforsaken place; who in their right mind would go there to buy something?
Instead—
Good heavens, such a huge operation with so many people, there must be so many things to manage.
Wang Xiao painted a rosy picture for him: "You're going to be a general manager, you'll be selling things all over the world. Just think, whether it's the Soviet Union, Eastern Europe, the five Central Asian countries, or even Africa, everyone will be buying from you. Clothes, shoes, bed sheets, duvet covers, umbrellas, rain boots, lighters, matches..."
She rattled off a whole bunch of things like reciting a menu, making Xiang Dong dizzy and unable to process what she was saying.
However, he still accurately grasped the key point and corrected Wang Xiao's mistake: "What five Central Asian countries? Aren't they also Soviet territory?"
Wang Xiao was momentarily speechless.
Well, the Soviet Union's structure was too loose; it's normal that she couldn't react immediately.
Fortunately, Xiang Dong continued rambling: "Sell to Africa? What can you sell to Africa?"
Wang Xiao was now full of energy.
What to sell to Africa? We can sell a lot of those things.
Before Wang Xiao transmigrated into the book, she knew an e-commerce business that specialized in selling wigs for Black people, and those wigs were sold all over the world.
The Black international students at their university are highly motivated.
Ahem, it's not that I studied particularly hard, it's that I not only didn't use the high subsidies to mess around with relationships, but I also saved my living expenses to go to the wholesale market for small commodities.
They use their winter and summer vacations to go home and work as middlemen (real middlemen, but we haven't even seen their mothers yet), and they earn more money than the subsidies the school gives them.
I heard that over the years, they have built a large house for their family in their hometown. Among the surrounding villages, their family is the one that looks forward to the most.
This perfectly illustrates that there is wealth to be found in books, and studying abroad can indeed lead to riches.
Hmm, I've digressed. The point is that Chinese goods definitely have a market in Africa.
Therefore, Comrade Xiang Dong, you must not underestimate yourself; you absolutely have great potential.
Wang Xiao launched into another spiel, fully utilizing her extensive network of online celebrities to completely sway Xiang Dong, making him feel as if he had become the king of department stores.
Only his last shred of reason sustained his dying struggle: "I just want to sell clothes."
Wang Xiao chuckled and said, "Are you doing this for me too?"
Dream on. Unless you raise a few more sheep, with only one of them, if the boss doesn't fleece you mercilessly, who else is he going to fleece?
Tang Yicheng, who was listening nearby, was terrified and quickly ran away, saying, "I'll get you some food."
"No need, I'll go down and eat by myself in a bit."
Wang Xiao hung up the phone with satisfaction, then, adhering to the principle that waste is shameful, downed the remaining half cup of black tea. Afterward, she took out clean clothes from her bag and rushed to the bathroom in her room to take a shower.
Although the K3 train is in decent condition, it is not a luxury train and therefore does not have shower rooms.
After such a long car ride, she felt like she had been pickled into a salted fish, the kind that's rotten.
Especially her hair. A whole week has passed since she left Jiangdong, and she feels like even without mousse, a mosquito could split her hair.
Not to mention the bathroom in the room was quite nice; although it didn't have a jacuzzi or anything like that, at least she could take a good shower.
If it weren't for other things to do, Wang Xiao could definitely have soaked for half an hour.
Now, all we need to do is clean it up.
Wang Xiao went downstairs, walked to the marble table, took a cup, poured in some brewed black tea, then chug in milk, stirred it, and there it was—the simplest milk tea, freshly made.
The taste is not bad.
Hmm, I have some cheese on hand, I'll try making cheese-topped milk tea later.
Chen Yanqiu was giving someone acupuncture in the room next door.
She was worried about not being able to buy suitable medicine while traveling, so she took the silver needles with her to keep in case of emergency.
Surprisingly, Muscovites actually believe in acupuncture. Upon hearing that she was skilled in it, the Russian woman who was responsible for cleaning at the villa volunteered to ask Dr. Chen for help.
Her legs would ache unbearably when exposed to cold.
Dr. Chen had never given acupuncture to foreigners before, but she figured they were all human and ate grains, so there was nothing to be afraid of. She took out her silver needles and quickly inserted them.
Wang Xiao, holding her milk tea, watched the commotion from the sidelines, brimming with curiosity: "Does it work?"
Dr. Chen was busy inserting needles into other patients and didn't have time to check on her: "How could it not be effective? Ask her if she feels much better?"
Wang Xiao did ask, and indeed received a satisfactory answer.
Sister Miao laughed from the side, "Dr. Chen, you're really missing out. Your skills are highly sought after here."
As the Russian lady just mentioned, local doctors generally earn 200 rubles a month, and there's no shortage of doctors. However, traditional Chinese medicine doctors who can perform acupuncture are particularly sought after and can earn 2,000 rubles a month.
That's equivalent to what someone else does in a year.
Wang Xiao jokingly asked her mother, "Do you want to come and work in the Soviet Union?"
Summers are not bad. The provincial capital is a furnace in the summer, nowhere can compare to the coolness of Moscow.
Winter is out of the question; it's too cold to bear.
Dr. Chen, however, became arrogant: "I don't care. Things here are too expensive. I can't even afford a down jacket after working for a month."
Goodness, things in Moscow are so expensive! A down jacket can cost three thousand rubles on the street.
Sister Miao almost rolled her eyes at her: "I know your steel factory is doing well, you can buy a down jacket in a month."
Chen Yanqiu then came to her senses and burst out laughing: "My salary isn't enough either, you've really confused me."
Hearing their lively conversation, Wang Xiao casually asked, "Where's Ivanov?"
She wanted to ask someone if they had any coconuts.
Since he's already brought tropical fruits like mangoes and pineapples to the table, there's no reason why he shouldn't include coconuts, which are easier to store.
She wants to make milk tea, and it's fine if there are no pearls or taro balls, but if there's no coconut jelly, it just doesn't taste right.
Dr. Chen pursed his lips and gestured impatiently to the side with his chin: "Over there."
Wang Xiao found it strange; it seemed like someone had offended Doctor Chen.
Before she could even ask a question, she heard bursts of giggling from the next room.
Ivanov was not old, not yet thirty. Although he was tall and strong, he had not yet gained weight. In the glittering villa, he himself radiated a golden glow, attracting a group of young women and wives to sit around him.
At this moment, he was spouting witty remarks, making the young women and wives laugh heartily.
Wang Xiao chuckled inwardly and went straight up to the man, saying, "Comrade Ivanov, do you have any coconuts? If so, get me one."
Ivanov stood up with a smile: "Isn't it on the table? You must have forgotten to take it. I'll go get it for you."
As he spoke, he called out the person's name and left the room.
Wang Xiao smiled and thanked him, then turned his gaze back to the faces of his female colleagues from the Chemical Engineering Institute and their female family members who had been sitting around him, a half-smile on his face.
She kept staring at several people until they looked uncomfortable and subconsciously avoided her gaze before she finally spoke up, asking in confusion, "Hey, didn't any of you take a shower? How can you stand it? I feel like I'm going to rot; I smell like something."
The group of people blushed instantly and stood up uncomfortably one after another, muttering under their breath, "It's not convenient to take a shower in broad daylight."
Wang Xiao smiled and said, "There's hot water available here 24 hours a day. But I can't stand it; it smells sour."
The women couldn't take it anymore and had no choice but to say, "Well... let's go take a shower."
Wang Xiao didn't say anything more, and turned around to find the director who was smoking outside.
Hehe, it's quite lively outside too.
Several male colleagues were gathered around the young woman with brown hair who had pushed the afternoon tea into the living room earlier; she was probably one of the villa's waitresses.
Everyone was beaming with excitement, and their broken English didn't stop them from showering her with attention.
Wang Xiao wanted to roll her eyes at the sight.
She called the director aside to talk.
What are you doing?
Just tell the boss to keep a close eye on him.
When it comes to relationships between men and women, men and women, she treats everyone equally regardless of their education or profession, without any bias.
Hey, don't assume that researchers have exceptionally high moral standards.
Anyone who's been to university has probably heard some scandalous stories about their teachers or mentors.
No matter how sensational the scandal, it's not surprising.
Wang Xiao didn't care a penny about what happened in other people's crotches.
The problem is that she organized this trip to Moscow. What if something goes wrong along the way and the family members come to cause trouble for her?
Moreover, it's one thing for people with loose morals to be willing to take responsibility for their actions, but the problem is that over 90% of them are hypocritical. They're useless at everything, but they're masters at shifting blame and more eager than anyone else to play the victim.
Wang Xiao was too lazy to waste time and energy on such messy things.
The director's expression also changed.
If someone is found to be overstaying their visa, it would be a serious political problem, and he might even lose his position as director.
The leader quickly stated, "I will call a meeting immediately to emphasize the issue of discipline."
Wang Xiao smiled, wanting to save face for everyone: "I guess everyone just wants to express their enthusiasm for their fellow socialist family members, it's just that it's a bit difficult to strike the right balance."
The director, of course, readily agreed: "That's right, that's right, the comrades are just too enthusiastic."
Enthusiasm my foot! Doesn't he know what these guys are up to? Not a single one of them is easy to deal with.
If he had known this would happen, he would never have brought them out to have fun; they were just asking for trouble.
Ivanov had already found the coconut and was holding it up to greet Wang Xiao.
Actually, he thought the coconut juice tasted so-so, but he couldn't figure out what Asian women liked.
Wang Xiao took the coconut and, taking advantage of the opportunity to go to the kitchen with someone to cut the coconut, solemnly reminded the other person: "My dear Comrade Ivanov, I came to Moscow for our plane, and I don't want any accidents to happen."
Ivanov was still baffled.
Was there any unexpected event?
Wang Xiao turned her head, gesturing to the female comrades who were gradually coming out, and said in a warning tone, "I don't want anyone to provoke them."
Seeing Ivanov's astonished expression, as if he wanted to burst out laughing, she added, "The two countries have different national conditions and traditions, so people have different understandings of the same thing."
To put it simply, what you might think is a fleeting, one-night stand could be something they're thinking about for the long haul.
Don't cause trouble.
Ivanov could only raise his hands and say, "Okay, okay, we were just chatting."
It's a bit of a pity, but not much.
After all, money is more exciting.
There's no need to offend your partner for a little bit of fun.
To be honest, even a fleeting affair with one of them wouldn't bring him as much excitement as the traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
At the very least, he could open a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, hire people to practice medicine, and give acupuncture treatments.
Traditional Chinese medicine clinics are very popular now, and they don't have to worry about having a lack of business.
Unfortunately, this way of making money is too slow, so he's too lazy to bother with it.
Wang Xiao made a pot of coconut milk tea. Ivanov took a sip and felt it was too bland, so he added a spoonful of sugar before finishing the cup with satisfaction.
He was about to give his thoughts when he heard the sound of a car outside, followed by footsteps and greetings.
The guests have arrived.
Whose guest?
Wang Xiao's guest.
What kind of guest?
Expert, aircraft expert.
A retired air force technical expert.
Why not find someone currently serving in the military?
It's too troublesome for active-duty military personnel to go abroad, and it's also a particularly sensitive issue.
Wang Xiao just wanted to make money by manufacturing airplanes; he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.
The connection between Luo Zhicheng, an Air Force lieutenant colonel who just retired last month, and the connections were made by the unit's leaders. He himself also hoped to continue working in flight-related fields after retiring.
So, on this trip to Moscow to inspect the planes, he became Wang Xiao's aircraft inspector.
Whether it's worth renting the plane is up to him to decide.
Originally, Luo Zhicheng was supposed to come by train with them, but something came up and he was held up, so he changed his plans and flew directly to Moscow to meet them.
Upon seeing him, he immediately volunteered: "Mr. Wang, when shall we go look at the airplane?"
Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow. She liked the title "President Wang," so she didn't correct the other person. Instead, she told them, "Put your luggage down first, and I'll explain in detail later."
Although Ivanov knew that Luo Zhicheng was no ordinary person, he did not personally escort him to his room.
They simply told the young waitress to take the person over.
Because the subordinate he sent to pick up Luo Zhicheng, a handsome young man with light blond hair and freckles, was telling him something more important.
"Has the silk shirt arrived? Will it still have the Italian label as usual?"
The director of the chemical engineering institute happened to come over to greet his compatriots and overheard something about whether or not to use a license plate.
He had given up Russian for many years and only picked it up again last winter, and his current level is still quite poor.
So it wasn't until Wang Xiao translated it for him again that he realized: "Private label?"
Damn it, are you kidding me?
When Chinese silk was world-renowned, did Italians even know what silk was?
The silk shirts they painstakingly carried back were even labeled with Italian tags!
Didn't they say the Russians envied China's successful reform and opening up? Turns out, it was all a lie.
Compared to the director's furious outburst, Wang Xiao's reaction was so calm that it could be described as nonexistent.
What's so strange about that?
For example, Hong Kong clothes are currently very popular in mainland China.
However, if we're talking about high prices that are justified, then it has to be genuine foreign goods.
For example, a Pierre Cardin suit can easily sell for two thousand yuan, and there's no worry about it not selling.
If this mentality continues to expand, it will manifest itself in the large number of domestic brands that emerged around the turn of the millennium. Regardless of their place of origin or the far-fetched explanations they later gave, they all uniformly had a name that sounded very much like a foreign brand.
It leverages the psychology of the target consumer group.
Extrapolating from their own experience, it's not surprising that the Soviets were chasing after Italian brands; European and American goods were truly high-end here.
Ivanov and the freckled young man couldn't understand Chinese, and even if they did, they probably wouldn't care about the feelings of unimportant people.
The two then got busy discussing jeans.
That's terrible. A large number of jeans have entered the Moscow market these past two days, which will affect clothing prices.
You can actually make a profit by lowering prices, but why make less profit when you can make more?
Having already accumulated his first pot of gold, Ivanov did not hesitate to temporarily hold onto his stock, planning to raise prices once the market supply dwindled.
Wang Xiao's eyes darted around, and he instantly had an idea. He smiled and took the initiative to speak up: "Comrade Ivanov, there's no need to stockpile goods. I have a method you'd like to try?"
What method?
It's very simple.
Transform ordinary jeans into ripped jeans.
Wang Xiao wouldn't normally have said that.
However, from any perspective, her warning him against flirting was a loss of face for Ivanov.
Adhering to the principle that harmony brings wealth, she did not want to offend her business partners.
So this can be considered a remedy, showing her attitude: she will do her best to help him without causing any unforeseen complications.
Secondly, let me just shrug.
If Ivanov hadn't openly discussed the issue of counterfeiting with Italian license plates with his subordinates in front of them, she wouldn't have been able to bring up this method.
After all, we come from different countries and different ethnic groups. What if someone is particularly concerned about their image in front of outsiders?
If things turn unpleasant, it will be awkward for everyone.
Wang Xiao greeted his colleagues and their families at the Chemical Engineering Institute with a big smile: "Come on, if you're bored, you can earn some pocket money today. It'll be more convenient for you to have some cash on hand when you go out tomorrow."
When traveling abroad, or rather, visiting and studying abroad, you definitely need to carry foreign currency (mainly US dollars).
However, the Chemical Engineering Institute was known for its poverty, and the amount of US dollars that everyone could afford to spend was pitifully small.
Now there's an opportunity to earn rubles. Since I'm idle anyway, I might as well make some money.
Wang Xiao demonstrated in front of everyone how to turn perfectly good jeans into ripped jeans, then put down the scissors: "OK, do it like this."
The first person to go crazy was Dr. Chen Yanqiu.
What's wrong with this girl? Her pants are ripped like this, how is she supposed to sell them?
Ivanov was also taken aback, his face filled with confusion.
Wang Xiao emphasized with a smile: "Ripped jeans are a fashion item in the USA, a favorite of hippies, and even Hollywood stars wear them."
Ivanov suddenly realized.
That's right, if you're asking what's most popular in Moscow right now, it has to be American products.
Many children of high-ranking officials have already fled to the United States, and many social tycoons also turned to the United States as soon as the ban was lifted.
American products are the true trendsetter.
Muscovites with any connections will try to get their hands on American magazines to read.
Ivanov had also seen ripped jeans in magazines.
The reason he never thought of turning perfectly good Chinese jeans into ripped jeans was because jeans were already a popular item in the Soviet Union.
It has even become a cultural symbol.
Why would he worry so much about something that's easy to sell?
It's worth noting that even now, the jeans produced in the Soviet Union aren't actually made of denim.
"Five rubles. I'll pay five rubles for every pair of jeans I make."
This price isn't low, but altering ripped jeans is very simple.
Wang Xiao was very satisfied with the price offered by Ivanov; it was practically free money.
Perfect, let's give these people something to do, so they don't flirt and cause her trouble.
Even after Luo Zhicheng put down his luggage and returned to the reception room, Ivanov was still beaming with admiration, exclaiming, "My dear comrade, you are truly amazing!"
He believed that ripped jeans would definitely be popular.
If it were an ordinary reseller, they might have to worry about how to sell these seemingly overly fashionable foreign goods.
But he had a bunch of secondary wholesalers under him, and he knew all too well how to get rid of these goods.
He had great faith in his partner's mind.
Wang Xiao had simply pointed out the reasons why Chinese color TVs were being suspected of being dumped in Europe, and overnight, Chinese color TVs became hot commodities in the Moscow market, which can only be described as a miracle.
He still felt a little regretful about it.
Because he didn't trust his partners enough, even though he was the one advertising with news, he wasn't prepared at all and insisted on waiting until it took effect before taking action.
And what was the result?
As a result, the cunning people of Blagoveshchensk, taking advantage of the fact that it only takes a few minutes to travel by boat from Heihe to China, and after sensing from the newspapers that there was a market for color TVs in China, immediately took boats to Heihe and hauled color TVs back boat by boat.
Oh, he already knows. It's called the Golden Phoenix brand color TV, and it's said to use Japanese technology.
Now, forget about the Far East market; he has completely lost the initiative, and they have firmly grasped the entire sales network.
In Chinese terms, it means doing something for someone else's benefit.
Even so, he had no regrets.
Because of this incident, he realized the capabilities of his partner.
Everyone hopes to have a partner who can bring them huge benefits.
Wang Xiao comforted him, "It's alright, Moscow has its own geographical advantages. From here, it can reach Eastern European countries and Central Asia. Color TVs aren't like clothes; even if they arrive two months late, there will still be a market for them."
Stop joking, she doesn't want him to back down.
The profit margin for home appliance sales is very high.
Moreover, Longhua TV Factory owes the steel factory several million yuan in debt, and the 1,000 color TVs they sold last time weren't enough to pay off the debt.
Ivanov didn't argue with her: "Alright, alright, let's do both. I would never use a plane to transport color TVs, it's too wasteful."
Wang Xiao smiled broadly: "Then let's go by water and rail."
She turned to Luo Zhicheng and asked, "Do you want to rest for a while? Flying is tiring."
Luo Zhicheng smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, I'm used to flying, I can leave anytime."
Wang Xiao clapped her hands and called out to her colleagues and their families, "Who can drink well and has good drinking manners?"
The person busy rummaging through their jeans looked up blankly. Why are you asking that?
"I'm treating people to dinner tonight, and I need someone to drink with me. They have to be able to hold their liquor."
As a young person of the new era, Wang Xiao has a deep aversion to drinking culture.
But as the saying goes, "Every mountain has its own song," and the Russians are known for their love of alcohol.
If she wants to rent someone else's plane, she has to be prepared to compete at the dinner table.
For this banquet, she specially asked the Jinning Grand Hotel for help, and they got several jars of genuine Moutai liquor, because it is said that the big shot's favorite liquor is Moutai.
She was determined to close this deal.
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