Goldfinger is a bit strange

With Liu Qingshan's arrangement, Longteng Trading Company's business has been completely put on the right track.

There are now three major bulk businesses: one is Sergei's timber business, and the other two are the Black Bear Gang's steel business and fertilizer business.

The largest transaction volume is the timber business. Every three days, there must be a convoy coming. Liu Qingshan really doubts whether these guys will cut down all the logs on their side into a barren mountain.

However, these logs are already dry, and they have obviously been cut down for a while.

The amount of timber is so large that the middlemen on Liu Qingshan's side can't eat it in time.

There is no way, Liu Qingshan can only find those professional loggers to stack the large logs transported in the open space outside their warehouse.

There is a professional term for this process called "Guileng".

It is to stack the round timber one by one and put them neatly together.

So the locals later extended the word "Guileng" to mean that people who are obedient and honest are also called "Guileng".

The steel and fertilizer businesses are basically done once a week. Fertilizers take time to produce; steel also needs the Black Bear Gang to collect.

In addition to these large transactions, Zhang Long and his team also divided the staff into three groups and went to the big island every day for scattered transactions.

Although this part does not make much money, it is a long-term success.

The key is that Longteng Company has completely made a name for itself in the opposite Bu City.

This kind of hidden value cannot be bought with any amount of money.

The Bu City, which was originally somewhat depressed, has become prosperous because of the border trade with the other side of the Amur River.

Not only that, merchants from surrounding cities have also heard the news and gathered in Bu City.

Merchants from places like Khabarovsk, the largest city in the Far East, called Boli in Chinese, Komsomolsk-on-Amur, and Vladivostok, called Vladivostok in Chinese, have been pouring into Bu City.

The business atmosphere in Bu City is becoming more and more intense, and there are business opportunities everywhere.

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That day, Liu Qingshan led Li Tie, Li Tieniu, and Hou San, a group of four people, each carrying a small bag, and successfully passed the border inspection and set foot on the territory of the other side for the first time.

They didn't know that their group was the first Chinese to enter Bu City.

Of course, except for the official negotiators, they had been here before.

Hou San muttered: "No wonder the Russians can bring all the guns here. I threw a handful of bubble gum to the security personnel, and they didn't even look at our passports and let us go directly."

As the saying goes, the big picture can be seen from the small. There are already chaos in the Soviet Union, especially after the woodcutter comrade came to power.

Liu Qingshan and his people have already applied for passports, but the current visa is a three-day tourist visa.

As for the visa on arrival, that will be a matter for the future.

However, Liu Qingshan is not going to stay here for three days, and he doesn't even want to stay here. After all, safety comes first.

Bu City is right by the river, and the group quickly entered the city.

Twenty or thirty meters ahead of them, Ivanov was walking slowly. He was leading the way for Liu Qingshan and others.

However, according to Liu Qingshan's request, the two sides did not need to contact each other.

The city of Bu is not small, with a permanent population of 200,000. In the Far East, it is a big city.

On both sides of the street, there are Russian-style buildings, and the citizens are wrapped in coats and walking in a hurry.

Many of them cast curious eyes at Liu Qingshan and others.

This is just like seeing the Russians passing through the Heihe River.

After all, the two sides have been isolated for many years, and it is the first time to see tourists from the other side.

"Look, there is a store in front!" Hou San pointed to a building on the side of the road.

We have to go in and see what goods are in the store.

The four people stepped in, but they came out soon, and each of them looked strange: most of the daily necessities and canned food sold in the store were actually made in China.

Even the vast majority of them were circulated here from Liu Qingshan and others.

If there were no such products, more than half of the shelves in the store would be empty.

This shows that the Soviet economy was on the verge of collapse.

Passing an intersection, Liu Qingshan saw a vendor standing by the road, holding a bottle of Lao Baigan and waving it.

There was also a big bag next to him, which was probably all the goods that had just been exchanged.

Business seemed to be good. Liu Qingshan stood there and observed for less than ten minutes, and the guy's big bag was empty.

"Our products seem to be very popular." Li Tieniu also grinned and laughed.

Then, two Russians came up and said something in their mouths.

"Tieniu, they want to buy the down jacket you are wearing, 80 rubles." Hou San translated beside him.

"Okay, if you give me 100 rubles, I will almost sell it." Li Tieniu was really tempted.

As he was talking, he took off his clothes. Liu Qingshan was about to stop him, saying, "Don't catch a cold in this cold weather. It's not worth it for a hundred or eighty rubles."

But he saw that Li Tieniu had another coat underneath his down jacket. No wonder he looked so bloated today.

One of the Russians handed over a hundred rubles, and Li Tieniu took it happily. Then he took off another coat and shook it at the other Russian: "Why don't you take one?"

Liu Qingshan was convinced. This guy was actually wearing a fur coat.

They had tourist visas and couldn't bring too much goods. I didn't expect that Li Tieniu could come up with such a method.

If it's summer, put on a piece of sportswear, at least ten pieces can be put on.

A few years later, many people used this to sell clothes because they didn't have to pay taxes.

Unexpectedly, Li Tieniu became the founder of this industry.

Another guy also bought a down jacket. Li Tieniu shook the ruble in his hand and said, "The lunch money will come out right now."

Hou San was also very happy: "Tieniu, you are a big man and have great wisdom."

A few people walked around and looked around, and entered several different shops, and gradually discovered that there is no shortage of staple food in the cloth market.

There is a severe shortage of non-staple food and daily necessities. From this, we can also see that the development of heavy industry and light industry in the Soviet Union is extremely uneven.

"I came here, but I have to get some souvenirs back."

Hou San muttered, but there was really nothing to buy.

Only Li Tieniu spent ten rubles to buy a plug-in razor. It was very easy to use, but the noise was a bit loud and the razor was as loud as a small four-wheeler.

Hou San's voice was louder, maybe Ivanov in front also heard it, so he turned in front, turned for a while, and came to a pedestrian street.

"It turns out they also have an antique market here."

Looking at the street stalls on the pedestrian street, Hou San suddenly had a familiar feeling. Wasn't he just like these people?

Thinking of this, he looked at Liu Qingshan beside him, his eyes were filled with gratitude.

Li Tieniu looked around with his big eyes: "Then the old coat and worn-out boots are also antiques?"

Liu Qingshan smiled: "To be precise, this should be called the flea market. Let's take a stroll, maybe we can come across something we like."

Because of the cold weather, there were not many stalls and fewer customers. Liu Qingshan and the four foreigners were even more conspicuous here.

Li Tie, who had remained silent along the way, suddenly stopped. He squatted down and looked at the stall in front of him silently.

On a piece of flannel, there are medals pinned one after another in different shapes, there are twenty or thirty pieces.

The stall owner was babbling and enthusiastically selling, probably introducing the origins of these medals.

"He said they were all left by grandpa." Hou San translated beside him.

"You should keep them as souvenirs. These all represent glory." Li Tie said to the stall owner seriously.

But the guy chuckled: "The glory has passed, so I can only exchange these rags for Da Lieba. Of course, it would be even better if I can exchange them for Walter."

Liu Qingshan took out a bottle of wine from his backpack, threw it in front of this guy, and then stuffed the roll of velvet cloth and the medal inside into Li Tie's backpack.

He muttered: "This kind of people are what we often call unworthy descendants."

When the guy saw the liquor, his eyes immediately lit up, he bit open the cap of the bottle, took a sip happily, and then extended his hand to Liu Qingshan, muttering something in his mouth.

"He asked if there was any ham." Hou San followed and translated.

Nowadays, the most popular way to eat here in Bu City is as follows: soak a bowl of instant noodles, take a bite of ham sausage, and drink Laobaigan.

It is said that this way of eating was brought back by truck drivers who went to deliver goods over there. They enjoyed this kind of treatment when they went to deliver goods there.

As a result, more and more people are learning to drive in Bu City.

Liu Qingshan took out two ham sausages and clamped them on his fingers: "But you have nothing to exchange."

The guy immediately looked anxious and groped in his coat pocket again. This time he took out a relatively large medal and shouted:

"Give me another bottle of wine, five, no, ten ham sausages!"

Upon hearing that this guy started to open his mouth, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but look at the medal a few more times. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

So he waved his hand to Hou San: "Give it to him."

Hou San reluctantly took out a bottle of wine and ten ham sausages. The guy stuffed the medal into Liu Qingshan's hand, rolled up the pile of exchanged things, and ran away without a trace.

"We are not being cheated, are we?" Hou San has also been in the market and knows some of the tricks inside.

Liu Qingshan stopped Li Tieniu, who was about to catch up, and then picked up the heavy medal in his hand:

"With such unscrupulous descendants, his ancestors might really lift up the coffin board, jump out, and kill him with one shot."

"Is this thing expensive?" Hou San also understood.

Liu Qingshan looked at the vendors around him and cast curious glances, so he carefully put the medal away and motioned to go back.

All of a sudden, the vendors suddenly became enthusiastic and began to solicit business hard.

Maybe they saw these foreigners and were so generous just now.

But Liu Qingshan and the others are not interested in those second-hand goods.

"Gentlemen, you must like this. Natural amber was created hundreds of millions of years ago and possesses mysterious power."

A man who was as skinny as Hou San threw a stone in his hand into the air and caught it steadily.

Look at the stone in his hand. It is about the size of a palm. It is not the kind of transparent amber, but has a color like honey and a surface as smooth as wax. It is simply beeswax.

Of course, here, there is no name for beeswax, it is collectively called amber.

Of course Liu Qingshan knows that in a few decades, the price of beeswax here will be very high.

Although he wanted it very much, Liu Qingshan still shook his head: "Friend, your amber is not transparent, and there is no ancient creature inside, so it has no value."

He said this mainly to test whether the guy on the other side is knowledgeable.

As it turned out, the guy himself was indeed a fool. After blinking his eyes twice, he said: "Can you exchange it for a bottle of vodka?"

"As you wish, just consider it as making friends."

Liu Qingshan was very happy and asked Li Tieniu to hand over a bottle of white wine and two sausages, and bought all the four or five pieces of beeswax on the guy's stall.

He originally thought that there would be no good things in a remote small city like Bu City, but the result was greatly unexpected.

After thinking about it, Liu Qingshan understood: the Far East, where the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, used to be a place for exile prisoners.

There are also many people who ran here to seek refuge, and of course they would bring some valuable things.

But most of these Russians are rough and have no idea of ​​what they are doing. All the good stuff has been wasted by them.

The skinny vendor also drank a sip of wine, and then said to Liu Qingshan and the others: "I have a lot of this kind of amber at home. Do you want more?"wWw.7

Hou San also saw that it was beeswax, so he nodded quickly: "Yes, take as much as you can, take it quickly."

The man shook his head: "My home is a little far from here, let's go together."

Hou San was a little hesitant because he was unfamiliar with the place, so he looked at Liu Qingshan and waited for the boss to make a decision.

Liu Qingshan looked at the skinny vendor, and then secretly looked at Ivanov not far ahead. Seeing him shaking his hands repeatedly, he understood that there was obviously something fishy here and he couldn't go.

After rejecting the skinny Russian, Liu Qingshan and the others strolled around the market again and soon reached the end.

They didn't find any other good stuff, but under Li Tieniu's arm, there were two picture frames with two oil paintings inside.

Liu Qingshan didn't know what was good or bad. Anyway, it was cheap. He exchanged two paintings for a bottle of wine and ten sausages. It was like picking them up for free. If he hung them in the company's office, it would be a good place to show off.

After leaving the pedestrian street, they were about to find a place to have lunch and taste the authentic Russian flavor.

Unexpectedly, six or seven burly men suddenly appeared in front of them, and the skinny monkey who sold them beeswax just now, gestured to Liu Qingshan and said something.

"Fuck, this guy is really problematic."

Hou San cursed, and then saw the men surrounded them, clenched their fists, and looked at them with ill intentions.

Liu Qingshan looked at Ivanov in front of him again. The guy was so scared that he ran away and disappeared at the corner of the street in the blink of an eye.

What a coward.

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky is gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone has splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink has soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds are stacked and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novels app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, falls to the mortal world.

The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim blood rain.

The broken walls and ruins in the city, everything is withered, collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remain, which are indistinguishable and shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fur had long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, looking at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes and full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his shabby coat from all directions, attacked his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

The website is about to close. Download the Aiyue app to read the latest content for free. Even if the rain falls on his face, he does not blink his eyes, staring coldly at the distance like a falcon.

Following his gaze, a skinny vulture is gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about seven or eight feet away from him, and occasionally vigilantly observes the surroundings.

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, it will instantly take off at the slightest movement.

Download the Aiyue novel app to read the latest chapters without ads for free. And the boy waited patiently for the opportunity like a hunter.

After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely submerged its head into the abdominal cavity of the wild dog.

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