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There was the sound of wheels colliding with the rails under your feet, and the carriage swayed slightly, as if you were on a boat when turning a corner.

The smell in the carriage is not pleasant, there are pungent smoke, choking smell of spicy cabbage, musty smell of clothes that have not been washed for a few days, sour smell of sweaty feet, and body odor that can make people faint with creaking hairs ...In short, staying here is purely for self-seeking.

It was such an environment, but the people in the corridor outside the box were chatting enthusiastically.

"Big brother, where are you from?"

"Beijing Changping."

"Beijing, it's a long way from our Nagada."

"Where are you from?"

"Jiamusi, Heilongjiang."

"It's far enough, so you're going to Russia if you take this train?"

"Well, I heard that going there can make a lot of money."

The surrounding passengers looked at each other and smiled.

"It is possible to make money, but it depends on what goods are in short supply. Just last month, the batch of dumping sandals and fans made a lot of money. I heard that each of them made at least this amount during that trip." .”

The man from Changping, Beijing held out two fingers.

On this train to Moscow, two fingers meant not two hundred, not two thousand, but twenty thousand.

"What is this? I know a friend who sells instant noodles in train skins. Every time he comes and goes, he makes hundreds of thousands of millions of profits." Someone bragged.

"Wrapping the train skin? This thing is not something that ordinary people can handle. Your friend... has an unusual background?"

The man said triumphantly, "That is."

"Since you have such a powerful friend, why do you still squeeze into this carriage like entering a vegetable market with us?"

One sentence stopped the braggart just now.

Fortunately, a voice from the front helped him out.

"It's coming in, the train is coming in, Ulan-Ude."

"Ulan-Ude has arrived."

Hearing the name of Ulan-Ude, those who were chatting, eating melon seeds, eating bread, playing cards... All these people put down their things, found their packages, and took out various things from it. .

There are jeans and shirts from Guangzhou, tapes and tape recorders purchased in Shenzhen, porcelain from Jiangxi, expensive leather jackets and cheap key chains, toothbrushes, batteries...

As soon as the train stopped, the windows came down, and local businessmen flocked to them, haggling over prices in Chinese mixed with Russian, and handing over wads of rubles.

Clothes and food are the best-selling things, but because there are more people reselling these things, the profit margin is also reduced, but no matter what, it is much better than selling at domestic stalls.

That's right, pouring light industrial products to the north is basically picking up money.

And this group of people had a name in the early 1990s --- International Daoye.

Selling electronic equipment, clothing, leather goods, etc. from Shenzhen and Guangzhou to the mainland is a lucrative income for ordinary working-class people, but for these international profiteers who come to Russia to do business, it is all a small business, not to mention earning money Yes, there are still people who exchange daily necessities for weapons and equipment.

"Qiqi, help me get the goods, that is the red suitcase under the seat, hurry up."

Outside the car window, He Jiangsheng yelled inside.

Qiao Qiqi managed to squeeze out half of her face, and pointed at herself to the people outside.

"What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up, by the way, tell your brother to take care of our things." He Jiangsheng saw that he was dawdling and hadn't moved the ground, and became anxious.

Qiao Qiqi turned to look at Lin Yue, saw that he didn't speak, bent down, pulled out the large suitcase from under the bed, walked out of the train carriage with both hands, and came to the platform outside. People came from the side.

He Jiangsheng roared and said a few words in Russian.

The bearded man in the middle winked at his companion, turned a corner and went elsewhere.

Qiao Qiqi pulled the suitcase and walked to He Jiangsheng: "Uncle He, this is you..."

"Open, open, hurry up."

"oh."

Qiao Qiqi found the slider of the zipper and pulled it, then lifted the cover, and what appeared in front of her eyes was a large bundle of lighters. According to a rough estimate, there were thousands of them.

"Come on." He Jiangsheng said to the white man with high cheekbones opposite him.

"No, Mr. He's credit is fine." After speaking, he gave a wink to the young man standing behind him, took the red suitcase away, and took out a stack of banknotes and handed it to He Jiangsheng.

Qiao Qiqi recognized that it was dollars, not rubles.

"Happy cooperation." He Jiangsheng stretched out his hand and shook hands with the white man, and the two smiled at each other.

Qiao Qiqi was in a trance, because he was still thinking about what happened just now. There should be ten bills of 100 US dollars. If more than 1,000 US dollars are converted into RMB, it is 6,000 yuan. This is still the official price. If it is sold on the black market...

When He Jiangsheng went to pick up the goods, he was forced by Qiao Yicheng to go with him. He knew very well that the price of a lighter was only a few cents, but when he came to Russia, the price of a lighter more than doubled by more than ten times.

"Qiqi, don't just stand there stupidly, let's go, if you don't go, the car will drive."

He Jiangsheng took out a one hundred denomination note from the stack of money and stuffed it into his pocket.

Qiao Qiqi suddenly came to her senses and quickly refused.

"Uncle He, this is too much, I can't take it, I can't take it..."

He is innocent, not stupid, and he also knows that this banknote is worth a month's income of a working family. For a child like him who is still in school, it can be called a huge sum of money.

"Take it, if it weren't for your elder brother, I would still be a beggar in Youfang Lane who attracts people's eyes."

The current He Jiangsheng, although he doesn't have a famous suit or leather shoes, but from his temperament to his conversation, no one would think that he is an ordinary person, at least he is also a successful boss.

Qiao Qiqi blinked, not knowing what he meant, didn't the eldest brother bring him to meet the world, obviously they were messing with He Jiangsheng, how could it be that without the eldest brother, there would be no He Jiangsheng now?

"Don't run, stop, stop... my wallet, my goods..."

Just when he was struggling with the above question, a man in long sleeves was chasing two white men about a hundred meters away from where he was, and Qiao Qiqi recognized them at a glance. Locals who scare off in Russian.

The key is that the conductors on the platform were indifferent to the robbery under their noses, neither helping to arrest people nor assisting in calling the police.

Just as Qiao Qiqi was about to call for a thief, a man wearing sunglasses walking behind him on the right touched his arm: "Don't meddle in your own business."

"But……"

He just started talking here, when he suddenly heard a man with a scar on his hand less than one meter away from the left say: "It's better to rely on Brother He, none of those guys dare to come and cause trouble."

Another person echoed, "That's right, who dares to break ground on Tai Sui's head, I'm afraid they will die to snatch it and spend it."

Qiao Qiqi glanced at Uncle He who was walking in front with doubts, unable to understand what was going on.

The man who advised him not to meddle in his own business just now said, "Little brother, is this your first time going north with Boss He?"

Qiao Qiqi nodded.

"No wonder." The man said with a clear face: "I heard people say that Boss He went north to dump goods for the first time half a year ago, and he was robbed by a few locals at the station at his feet. They were beheaded and thrown into the ice and snow, and even their family members were killed. A note was left on the spot, which said, "The robber died". The reason was to take revenge on the poor men on the train. However, three days later, the more than 200 people in that village died overnight, and they were all assassinated. Only a northeastern woman who married a local and her child lived It came down. The local police searched and searched and found no clues, so they had to let it go. Since then, no one dared to take Boss He's idea, and it was much easier to do business with us. "

Qiao Qiqi glanced at He Jiangsheng, and a gleam of fear flashed in his eyes.

The hero in the story seemed to have noticed the conversation between the two, and turned his head to stare: "Little Baotou, what are you making up, didn't you see that Qiqi is still young, what should I do if I scare him?"

"Hahaha, just kidding."

The man in sunglasses laughed and followed his companion onto the train.

Qiao Qiqi and He Jiangsheng returned to the box where the berth was located.

Lin Yue folded the newspaper in his hand and glanced at the two of them: "Are you back?"

He Jiangsheng nodded, walked to the opposite side and sat down, picked up the small tin can on the dining table and unscrewed the lid to take a sip of wine.

Qiao Qiqi took out his pocket and took out the one hundred dollars that He Jiangsheng gave him: "Brother, this is from Uncle He."

Lin Yue said: "If he gives it to you, just keep it."

"But...but this..."

Lin Yue understood what he meant. A hundred dollars is definitely a huge sum in the hands of a minor: "Didn't you help him with his luggage? There is no free lunch in this world."

Qiao Qiqi looked at He Jiangsheng, then at Lin Yue, and found that the two of them didn't take the money in his hand seriously, so they could only put the money back in their pockets, and carefully sat down at the end of the bed.

Lin Yue ignored him, looked at He Jiangsheng and said, "Uncle He, do you know what we are here for this time? Look at these big and small bags, the whole box is almost full."

"I know, of course I know." He Jiangsheng poured another sip of wine into his mouth: "Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle, so it's right to... earn some extra money."