Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Shamilov followed Wan Feng up the embankment, and saw a very lively small street on the bank.

As soon as Wan Feng and Shamilov walked into the side street, a bunch of heads stuck out from the side street.

"Wow! Here comes a Maozi, this is an authentic Maozi!"

Shamilov was a little depressed, haven't these Chinese people seen the Soviets! What's the point?

Walking into the courtyard of the warehouse, Wan Feng began to introduce Shamilov: "This was originally an abandoned factory, but I rented it out and converted it into a warehouse. There are a total of twenty warehouses here, and each warehouse has an area of ​​about one It ranges from one hundred and thirty square meters to one hundred and fifty square meters, and it is filled with goods."

After Liang Bingyu's translation, Shamilov looked dull: "It's all goods?"

How much cargo does this have to carry!

Wan Feng came to No. 1 warehouse, opened the door and invited Shamilov in.

As soon as Shamilov entered the room, he saw that the room was full of cardboard boxes piled up one after another, but he didn't understand the words on them, and he didn't know what the goods were.

However, there is a strange smell in this warehouse, which is a bit familiar.

"Shabirov, guess what these goods are?"

Shamilov shook his head.

Wan Feng didn't explain, and reached out to open a box, took out a bottle of Heihe Daqu wine and handed it to Shamilov.

Shamilov's eyes were as big as light bulbs, and he hugged the bottle of liquor tightly: "This is all here!"

Wan Feng nodded.

The golden light in Shamilov's eyes flashed wildly. Although he was not as used to drinking Huaguo wine as vodka, at least it was wine.

It is not easy to buy wine in cloth city now, but there are so many wines here.

Such a library of wine! No, I must not leave this to others. How much can I sell it for if I bring it back to the cloth market?

"I want it, I want it, Wan! How do I exchange this?"

"One ton of fertilizer for one case of wine or one ton of steel for one case of wine. If you can get these types of steel, I will give you a higher bargaining chip."

Wan Feng asked Liang Bingyu to write in Russian the several special steel materials he wanted.

Oriented silicon steel sheets, high-grade stainless steel sheets, and tempered and tempered wide and thick steel sheets, these steel materials Wanfeng gave as bargaining chips for five to three cases of wine.

"I want to know how many bottles are in this case?"

"Twelve bottles."

Shamilov immediately took out a pen and paper and began to calculate.

A box of twelve bottles of liquor can now be sold for 1,000 rubles in the city of Buenos Aires, but a ton of fertilizer seems to be only more than 200 rubles, and a ton of steel is even less valuable.

Steel things are everywhere, and you can pick them up even if you pick them up.

When the border between the two sides was tense in 1979, many heavy mechanized troops from the Soviet Union marched to the border.

When these troops withdrew two years ago, the old tanks were inconvenient to take away, so the engines and artillery systems were dismantled and submerged or abandoned on the spot.

It can be said that some remote places outside the suburbs of Cloth are full of these things.

Just transporting these things is money!

When he goes back, he can mobilize the local citizens to look for these steels. If he is given a box of wine for one ton, he can exchange two bottles of wine for one ton, or one bottle of wine for one ton. In this way, he can earn a ton of steel. Ten bottles of wine, that's a profit of nearly a thousand rubles.

How much money can this curry wine make him?

This is still ordinary steel, and if he gets the rest of the special steel, he will get more profit.

Oh, it seems that I am a bit too busy to do it alone. If I didn't rely on the strength of Brother Nissa, I would have to recruit troops.

Wan Feng's prediction was right, there was no need to force Shamilov, he thought of recruiting himself.

"Shamilov, what I need most now is fertilizer. I hope you can get me fertilizer first, as much as I need."

Spring plowing starts after winter, fertilizers are needed now, and steel can be obtained at any time.

Shamilov patted his chest: "No problem! I'll go back to the Turgenev Fertilizer Factory and contact you right away.

And then the customs declaration transaction, how much do you need for the first batch of preparations? "

Wan Feng pointed to No. 1 warehouse and No. 2 warehouse: "These two warehouses are full of wine. There are thousands of cases of wine. Just look at it."

Shamilov calculated again: "Thousands of drinks are not enough, I want more wine."

"That's not a problem. After you finish trading the wine here, more wine will come in soon. Even if the wine is gone, I still have other products."

I don't know if it was to prove that Wan Feng wasn't talking nonsense. Just after he finished speaking, the gate of the warehouse yard opened, and two Dongfeng 140 drove in. The carriages were covered with thick thatch.

Guo Wu jumped out from the driver's building of the first car.

"Wan Feng, the ham sausage is here."

Wan Feng pointed to No. 12 warehouse: "Unload to No. 12 warehouse."

Two cars drive towards number eleven.

"Is this also wine?" Shamilov asked Wan Feng.

"It's not wine, it's ham sausage."

"Ham sausage? What?"

"Just go and have a look."

Wan Feng took Shamilov to the No. 12 warehouse.

Yang Jianguo has already recruited more than a dozen stevedores from outside to start unloading the goods into the warehouse.

There are not only businessmen from other places in the small street, but also some local idlers who are here waiting to find some odd jobs to do, making a little money while there is nothing to do in winter.

Wan Feng asked a stevedore to come over with a box of sausages.

Tear open the box, grab a handful of ham sausage and stuff it into Shamilov's hand.

Shamilov looked at the ham sausage a little dumbfounded, as if it was a bit similar to their sausage, but not as thick as their sausage, and the color was different.

"what"

"Go! Go inside and say, it's cold here!"

Walking back to the reception room of the base, Wan Feng tore open a ham sausage and took a bite in his mouth.

Shamilov followed suit, and also tore one and took a bite.

This does have many similarities with their sausages, but it is much better than the sausages produced in their country.

"Well, good! Delicious!"

"Shabilov, drinking with it is also a very good choice, if you don't believe me, try it."

Shamilov was still holding the bottle of wine.

After listening to Wan Feng's words, Shamilov opened the wine bottle, took a sip of the wine and ate the ham sausage, it was really the right way, he enjoyed it.

"I want this too, how do I trade this?"

A box of ham sausage is much more expensive than a box of wine.

Ordinary whites cost just over one yuan a bottle, and a box is only fifteen yuan. A box of this ham sausage costs more than fifty yuan here.

"This box of ham sausage is 100 pieces. A box of ham sausage needs to be exchanged for at least two tons of fertilizer or three tons of steel." Wan Feng simply opened his mouth to the lion.

Now don't take advantage of the fact that the two sides don't know the bottom line and ask for a price and wait for two years for the other party to understand that they will not be able to get what they want.

"No problem, it's on me too."

Shamilov has already figured it out. There is no pressure to sell this ham sausage for ten rubles a piece. A box can also sell for thousands of rubles, and two tons of fertilizer is only five hundred and six hundred rubles. He still has a very rich profit of.

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