Reborn King of Marketing

"Quick, help me go to the telegraph office to send a telegram. Xiao Liu, run fast. Hey, this is the content!"

Qin Yun'er didn't know why she felt she had to tell Zhang Xuebing the news. She just felt that it was important to him that the railway was repaired.

After Xiao Liu trotted away and disappeared, Qin Yun'er murmured to herself, "Why should I send him a telegram? It was obvious that he didn't even say hello when he left. Asshole, wasn't I being mean?"

The conductor who came to deliver the letter stood awkwardly aside, not daring to say anything, but Qin Yun'er suddenly asked.

"Xiao Wang, you said I want to go to Vostok to recuperate. Will the superiors agree..."

Vostok, Zhang Xuebing guessed right, another fish was hooked.

That afternoon, Levitsky came to visit him at his apartment with a bottle of old vodka.

"As a landowner, I'm here to visit this lucky young man. I hope I can get some of your good luck. You won't blame me for visiting you?"

This old businessman actually spoke Chinese fluently. Although he spoke a very rough tongue, he was much smoother than Natasha.

Zhang Xuebing smiled playfully, invited him to take a seat, and poured tea with his own hands, "I'm afraid Mr. Levitsky wants to get rich!"

Levisky laughed loudly, "I am being hypocritical. I didn't expect young people in China to be so straightforward. I like to deal with simple people!"

He took a sip of tea and raised his beard with a very expressive expression, "Mr. Zhang, I am indeed here for the supplies, but as an older person, I prefer to make friends, so I am here for the purpose of friendship more than anything else."

money!"

Zhang Xuebing didn't want to make any more detours with him. Time was running out now. He had just received a telegram from Qin Yuner that the railway had been repaired.

I believe that in less than three days, a large amount of backlogged supplies will continue to enter Vostok.

By that time, it will be difficult to sell the things in your hands for sky-high prices.

Zhang Xuebing knew that haste leads to waste. Although he was eager to take action at this moment, he must not let the old fox on the opposite side notice it.

He said casually, "I want to return home in a hurry to recuperate, so I plan to let my companion take charge of things here. How about I ask him to communicate with you?"

Although it was a bit rude to say this, it fully expressed Zhang Xuebing's impatience and let the old fox know that he was not valued and only qualified to discuss business with the people below.

Levitsky pretended to be pitiful and smiled bitterly, "Mr. Zhang, I wish you a speedy recovery in advance, but I would like to take a few more minutes from you today. Is that okay?"

Zhang Xuebing's face was filled with helplessness, and he pointed to his injured arm, "Then you'll make the story short, my doctor asked me to get more rest!"

Levitsky immediately spoke faster, "I plan to buy all the goods you have and reserve the next batch!"

His attitude was very sincere and he showed his eagerness to buy goods.

Now the supply exceeds the demand, we have to show off our strength. Zhang Xuebing waited for him to finish and deliberately pretended to be absent-minded.

"Oh, what do you plan to exchange for it?"

Levitsky had originally planned to use two hundred cars that were on the verge of scrapping as bargaining chips in exchange for supplies, but he stopped talking.

He kept thinking in his mind that if the other party was not satisfied with the price offered, the business would be ruined, so it would be better to offer a price that the other party could not refuse at once.

Thinking of this, he said in a seductive tone.

"I have two hundred second-hand cars, plus a ton of furs of various colors. What do you think of this sincerity?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xuebing recalled the previous life in his mind. In the early 1990s, yellow-faced taxis were not yet known as urban locusts and were scurrying around. The taxis running in major and medium-sized cities were all Volga and Latvia taxis.

There is also Polonaise.

These cars were all replaced with various supplies before and after the disbandment of the Screw Country. Although they are on the verge of being scrapped, they can still run tens of thousands of kilometers after repairs and repairs.

At present, the domestic car market has not yet emerged, but the demand is increasing day by day. These cars just make up for the shortcomings of domestic cars, and they are suitable for use as taxis in provincial cities or Luoning.

Moreover, Zhang Xuebing also plans to equip some of his vehicles with necessary subordinates.

His heart moved, but he still pretended to be uninterested.

"Oh, I'm afraid they are all second-hand cars that are on the verge of being scrapped. Is Mr. Levitsky planning to use these scrap metals to exchange for my white sugar and flour?"

Levisky's heart pounded, and he spoke very quickly, "No, it's definitely not scrap metal. It can be driven. I can guarantee that you can drive it directly back to China without railway transportation. There are also furs, but that's

nice one!"

As he spoke, he took the leather bag at hand, took out a black and furry thing from it, and handed it to Zhang Xuebing, "This is the best mink fur!"

Zhang Xuebing reached out and took it. It felt very soft and smooth in his hands, and a warmth spread from his hands to his heart, which was very comfortable.

He realized that this was a good thing and definitely not a fake, so he immediately held it up in front of him, took a breath and blew on it while sucking his lips.

The long hair immediately fell down in one direction, revealing the fine fuzz inside but not the skin.

Zhang Xuebing blew it all in one breath, and the long hairs immediately returned to their original appearance, as if they had never been moved.

Leviski watched Zhang Xuebing's troubles, and became a little anxious. He picked up the tea cup in his hand, grabbed the mink skin, and poured all the strong tea in the cup.

Immediately, he shook the mink fur vigorously, and saw water droplets falling to the ground one after another, leaving not even a trace on the fur.

Returning the fur to Zhang Xuebing, Leviski said sincerely, "Don't worry, they are all good things. In your Chinese language, I will never make a one-time deal!"

It's really a good thing. In big cities in China, this thing can cost several thousand or even tens of thousands a piece.

Zhang Xuebing casually put the mink fur on his lap, frowned and asked, "A ton of fur you mentioned is this kind of stuff?"

An awkward smile appeared on Levitsky's face, "This kind is the best, and you can't get many of it every year!"

What he meant was that within that ton of goods, there must be a lot of rubbish.

This is also reasonable. If there is really one ton of this kind of high-quality fur, I am afraid that hundreds of tons of supplies cannot be exchanged for it.

However, after getting an advantage, he still behaved like a perverse Xuebing, and deliberately made his face look down, as if Levitsky owed him eight million.

"Are you going to use a pile of scrap metal, plus those random furs, in exchange for my goods?"

Levitsky had a look of embarrassment on his face, and after thinking for a long time, he opened the door and called his men, asking him to go to the car to get something.

Zhang Xuebing waited patiently for a moment, and Levitsky's men came up with a package and handed it to him.

Levitsky unwrapped the cloth, revealing a piece of snow-white fur. The sun shone in from the window, adding a layer of light gold to the fur, and it suddenly appeared luxurious and distinguished.

With a distressed look on his face, he shook off the fur and gently spread it on Zhang Xuebing's legs.

"It's yours!"