Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

"Shabilov, what I want is not the banknotes in your hand, what I want is the goods, sorry! I don't accept these things."

"You can use this money to buy things from us Soviets here." Shamilov did not give up.

"But what do you have for me? Telescopes? Big riding boots? Fur? None of these things will do me any good."

"Then what do you want?"

It was time for Shamilov to do something practical.

"come over!"

Wan Feng called Shamilov to a secluded place.

"Shamilov, the things I want to trade are not in this hall, but you have them in cloth city, there must be, I wonder if you can get them out?"

"I can't do anything about the military." Shamilov thumped in his heart. Could this Chinese youth be a spy?

Wan Feng rolled his eyes, this guy still has some vigilance, he probably regards himself as a spy.

"It's either military or agricultural, such as steel and chemical fertilizers. It's not difficult to get these two things in Buenos Aires, right?"

Fertilizer for steel?These two things don't seem to be valuable things?

"Can these two things be exchanged for your products?"

Wan Feng nodded: "Yes, I will exchange as much as you get."

Shamilov looked at the satchel that Li Mingdou was carrying. Steel and chemical fertilizers were not things that could be carried on his back, and it was not easy for the other party to carry such things.

"Are you worried that I don't have the chips to exchange steel and fertilizer?" Wan Feng saw Shamilov's thoughts.

That's what Shamilov nodded vigorously.

"Shabilov, can your passport allow you to set foot on the land of China?"

"Yes, but only for three days, what are you doing?"

"Three days is enough time, come with me! Let you open your eyes and see my strength."

Regarding Wan Feng's proposal, Shamilov did not hesitate at all, and he had long thought of Huaguo to see what Huaguo was like.

As for safety, he didn't think much about it. He was a poor ghost with only a few rubles, and it was not worth killing for money.

Wan Feng led Shamilov to the customs on the Hua side, where he applied for a visa to Hua.

At that time, the two sides had not simplified the customs clearance procedures, and the process took nearly two hours.

It takes two hours for one person to hold the grass, but if the Soviets come to China with more people, how long will it take?

If he wants to go to cloth city, how long will it take to procrastinate and procrastinate?

It seems that I should apply for a past visa in advance, which will take a little longer, so that I can move back and forth in the future, and save some time when I pass the customs.

Anyway, at ten o'clock, Shamilov finally followed Wan Feng to the territory of Huaguo.

What Shamilov didn't know was that he had become the first unofficial Soviet citizen to set foot on Chinese territory at Heihe Port.

Chapter 31 Transaction Price

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 yard of the warehouse, Wan Feng began to introduce Shamilov: "It was originally an abandoned factory, but I rented it out and converted it into a warehouse. There are a total of twenty warehouses here, each with an area of ​​130 square meters. It ranges from flat to 150 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 load!

Wan Feng came to No. [-] 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.

It is not a problem that a box of twelve bottles of liquor can be sold for 200 rubles in Buenos Aires, while a ton of fertilizer seems to cost more than [-] 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 [-], 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.