Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Shamilov shook his head: "I haven't been one. I wanted to be one a few years ago."

Han Guang's family naturally also saw Shamilov's head like a rattle.

"It's a pity that this guy doesn't want to be a scout."

In [-], there was no such thing as special forces in the Chinese army. It was a military branch that emerged after the Gulf War, and scouts were the elite of the army at that time.

"I think this guy is okay, smart, cunning and courageous." Han Guang's words were concise.

"Let's go back and talk about it together."

This trading shed is obviously not an ideal place to have a heart-to-heart talk. If you don’t exercise here, you will feel a slight chill in all directions, so you have to go back to discuss it.

"Shabilov, we may go to Blagoveshchensk in a few days. If we go to find you, where can we find you?"

Shamilov then gave his address. He still had a small house in Budapest. Since Baburyev arrested him to marry his sister, he had nothing to be afraid of and dared to go back to his home. home.

Liang Bingyu wrote down the address.

"Shabilov, it's best not to leave the city recently, because I will go to find you at any time."

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

Wan Feng's purpose of coming here today has been achieved, and if he stays any longer, he will be frozen in vain, so he chooses to evacuate.

It was around ten o'clock in the morning when we returned to the warehouse base, and the cooks hired in the base hadn't cooked the food yet.

"Sister Liang, take this album home and translate it. You don't need to translate all of them. You can just translate the ones related to iron and steel machinery, fertilizers and cars. Don't worry about the rest for now. I hope to see the translation the day after tomorrow."

"Then can I go now?"

"Okay, you don't have to come until the album is translated."

Liang Bingyu turned and left without saying anything.

"How should we support Shamilov?" Han Guangjia asked when only Han Guangjia and Yang Jianguo were left in the office.

"We don't need to worry about this. We wait for Liang Bingyu's translation materials first. After the materials are translated, we find that there are materials we need in Buccaneer, and let Shamilov contact them. He can get a commission when the transaction is formed. If he has money, he will naturally It will develop and grow its power."

"Then what if he doesn't develop?"

"Hehe, if he has money, according to Maozi's virtue, there will naturally be jealous people who will intercept his money. Maozi has always relied on his fists to do things. Do you think Shabilov will sit and wait for death? Reality forces it We have to strengthen ourselves, in fact, we can just watch from behind, and if we see that he can't stand it, we will help him again, and we will not make a move unless it is absolutely necessary."

"How long will this take?"

"Let's see how long he can survive. If he was still alive years ago, it proves that he has the ability to survive. If he dies, it means that he is not worthy of our support. We will look for the next support object. Anyway, during this period Our business will not stop, no matter what we do with anyone."

If Shamilov wants Wan Feng to really support him, he must prove that he has the ability to survive and handle affairs.

Both are indispensable.

Now he has to wait for Liang Bingyu's translation materials, find the manufacturer he needs in the materials, and then ask Shamilov to pick up the goods from the manufacturer for transaction.

They are just waiting now.

At this moment the bell rang for lunch.

Wan Feng and the people staying here went into the cafeteria to eat.

Today's lunch is pork stewed with cabbage and pickled dried anchovies. The staple food is steamed buns.

Wan Feng took a plate of food and took two bites of steamed buns when he saw Guo Wu rushing into the cafeteria.

"Hey! Guo Wu, I don't want the goods for now, what are you doing here?"

Guo Wu sat across from Wan Feng, without saying a word, took out a small red stick from his pocket and threw it in front of Wan Feng.

Wan Feng couldn't be more familiar with this thing.

"Ham sausage? Has it been researched on the farm?"

I was either in Beiliao or Heihe for a while, so I really forgot about it.

"It was researched in the summer, and it went on the market in August, but it seems that the sales are not very smooth, and the common people don't seem to recognize it very much. I happened to go to the racecourse yesterday to do some business, so I went to this factory to have a look. I think it is very good. , you should need it here."

The object of this guy lives in the racecourse, and he wants a wife.

Wan Feng picked up a ham sausage and looked at the aluminum seal of the casing and the date of manufacture printed on the sausage. It was indeed produced two months ago.

The appearance looks very formal, the next step is to see how the taste is.

Wan Feng divided the sausages one by one: "Taste all of them, and then tell me how you feel."

I also peeled one and put it in my mouth to chew.

The sausage meat does not have that kind of greyish feeling at the entrance, which means that the starch content is less, and the less starch content naturally has more lean meat content, conscience!

The taste is slightly salty, but Wan Feng tastes just right, his mouth is heavier.

Wan Feng felt quite satisfied.

"It's not bad, it's delicious." Li Mingdou was the first to express his opinion. This product is quite sensitive to food.

"It's true. When you go out, you can keep a few of these in your pocket, and you can eat them anytime." Li Yong discovered its strengths in other aspects.

Han Guang's family, Yang Jianguo, Han Meng and others also praised.

None of the seven or eight people in the room had a bad opinion, which shows that the taste of the product can satisfy most people.

That's it.

Chapter 27

Wandering around the border trade area for the past few days, Wan Feng also learned a lot about the situation in the cloth city. The staple food in the cloth city is not a problem, but the shortage of non-staple food is not a general shortage, but a very shortage.

From Shamilov's mouth, he learned that the shelves in many shops in Buenos Aires are almost empty, and there are almost no non-staple food products.

There must be a broad market for this ham sausage.

"What is the ex-factory price?"

"47 a box."

A box of [-] hams cost [-] cents each, isn't the price a bit high? Wan Feng remembered that the earliest batch of ham sausages seemed to retail for [-] cents.

"What about retail?"

"The market uniform retail price is fifty-five cents."