Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

It was almost the end of January in the city of Sijiu, and there was heavy snowfall, with the temperature dropping several degrees below zero.

In this kind of weather, few people who are poorly clothed are willing to go out at night unless they have absolutely no other choice.

Zeng Wangcai got out of the car, breathing hot air, and shrank his neck because of the cold, and walked into Fengze Garden where there were few customers.

He had been to Fengze Garden before and was not unfamiliar with the place, so he easily arrived outside the private room where Old Man Liu and his companion were staying.

"Uncle Zheng, you are here too." After entering, Zeng Wangcai took the initiative to greet Old Man Zheng when he saw him.

"If you don't come to me, I'll have to come to you."

"Oh, no, no, I'll punish myself with a glass of wine... Where's the wine, where's the food..."

"You kid still want to drink for free, you are so beautiful..."

A simple joke resolved the issue of Zeng Wangcai not going to Zheng's house yesterday.

After a few words, Zeng Wangcai understood what had happened at the dinner party the two old men had just hosted and the outcome.

To be honest, Zeng Wangcai is very grateful for what the two old men are doing now. He did not misunderstand that the two old men were so efficient all for him, and most of the reason was definitely for foreign exchange.

But no matter what, these two are upright cadres and true public servants.

"The Russians are so arrogant." Zeng Wangcai, who sat down and listened to everything, held up his teacup with a disdainful smile on his face. "The Russians love wine and are addicted to it. They are not afraid of the cold. They are just bragging. I don't know how many people freeze to death from drunkenness every year. Their coats are indeed of good quality and warm, but they are thick and heavy. If they have a choice, who knows what they will choose."

He kept calling the old Russian a jerk, showing absolutely no respect for Big Brother.

There was no way. Zeng Wangcai couldn’t pretend in front of the two old men, nor did he need to pretend.

"But the money is in their pockets. If they don't buy, there's nothing we can do." Old Man Liu looked a little painful. "It's difficult for our country to create foreign exchange."

Zeng Wangcai could understand this point, as he had heard stories about rich people from Arabia coming to buy missiles.

However, the initiative is in the hands of the Russians. Unless we find a way to break the impasse and set a trap for the Russians, we will have to make them agree to buy.

"Let me think about it." Zeng Wangcai thought divergently, "First of all, there are definitely people who want our things, but no one knows. Even if the Russians don't want them, there are plenty of other countries..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you know how many countries are doing business with us now?"

"Uh, forgot..."

In 1961, we had very few friends. Among the larger countries in Europe and the United States, France was the first to make friends with us, and that was in 1964.

Zeng Wangcai forgot about this, but he quickly thought of a workaround.

"It's okay. Friends have friends. If it's not possible at the national level, it's possible at the grassroots level." Zeng Wangcai laughed, "I've thought of a trick, but I don't know if it will work. Please give it a try."

"What are you trying to do?" Old Man Liu's heart trembled. "Don't mess around. This is not a one-sided matter in China. It will be difficult to deal with if you cause trouble."

This is to protect Zeng Wangcai. This is the nature of the domestic situation. Once it involves foreign countries, everyone understands...

"Don't worry, I'll come up with an open plan!" Zeng Wangcai's expression was sinister, "Didn't the guy say that our clothes have no technical content? Let him see the technical content, and we can make a bet with him..."

It is true and not true to say that down has no technical content!

The reason for saying it is is very simple, it is just feather filling, it is not some kind of technology; it is also simple to say it is not, feathers and down are not the same concept, and taking the down out seriously requires technology or manpower.

Zeng Wangcai does not need any technology, he can use the materials in the space instead, or use pure manual labor to extract down.

This means that his costs will be very low and he will have an advantage in sales.

Zeng Wangcai plans to use this opportunity to launch an international advertising campaign.

"There should be foreign journalists in Beijing, right? Let's make a private bet. As a producer, I disagree with what the driver, oh no, Comrade Ivankov, said. Down jackets have technical content, not just feathers. If he disagrees, we can make a bet...

"Let's make a bet between two people. One wears a down jacket, and the other wears a feather jacket filled with the same weight. Let's compete in Kunming Lake to see who can't stand it. At the same time, let foreign journalists witness it..."

This was Zeng Wangcai’s conspiracy, a plan to kill two birds with one stone.

Foreign journalists absolutely love this kind of news, and if it is exposed and the Russians don’t buy it, there might be other foreign investors willing to buy it.

But there is a prerequisite here, you have to win. If you lose, who will buy your stuff?

"Are you crazy? Putting aside other things, at this time in the city, going to Kunming Lake in just a jacket and a vest, the wind is so strong that you will freeze to death." Old man Liu was shocked by Zeng Wangcai's audacity.

"No, absolutely not!" Old Man Zheng shook his head. "They are indeed more resistant to cold than us. We have no chance of winning this bet."

"Hey, can you two trust me? When have I ever lost a bet?"

"Uh......"

The two old men thought about it and realized that it was true. This kid has never lost a bet.

Zeng Wangcai was indeed cruel. It was freezing cold right now. The Kunming Lake was windy on all sides. With the low temperature and the wind, you would definitely freeze to death if you were only wearing a vest.

It is true that the Russians are cold-resistant. There are many bald men jumping into the water in the middle of winter, but that only lasts for a short while. Have you ever tried it for a long time?

"This is a big deal. Even if it's a private matter, we can't just do it casually." Old Man Liu thought about it and exchanged opinions with Old Man Zheng. "How about this, we report it to the higher-ups tomorrow. There should be a result soon. Before there's a result, don't do anything rash."

"Okay, I promise!" Zeng Wangcai agreed readily.

He dared to bet, so he had the confidence. There were so many things in the space, he could find them in advance and give himself injections, take some medicine, etc. If all else failed, he could ask for some thousand-year-old ginseng, the kind that can make one bleed from the nose and feel hot all over. He didn't believe that he couldn't beat an old Russian.

When dealing with foreigners, he doesn't have to worry about cheating or not. In short, there are plenty of ways to keep warm.

The two old men were very efficient. Maybe their superiors had been thirsty for foreign exchange for a long time, or maybe their blood concentration was even higher now. In short, Zeng Wangcai's plan was adopted.

Then, Old Man Liu went to find Ivankov again. When Ivankov heard the content of the bet, he laughed and said that his people would definitely not lose. He felt that even if it did not rise to the national level, it was also a good thing to show up in the international community.

Siheyuan, Zeng family.

"What? You want to compete with the foreigners to see who can withstand the cold more?" Zeng Youqian was shocked after hearing his son's story about the bet. "Are you stupid? Wearing only a single layer of clothing to go to Kunming Lake, with no time limit, you will freeze to death."

"No, I don't agree!" Chen Yumei voted against the decision at the family meeting without hesitation. "There has to be a limit to winning glory for the country. Besides, whoever came up with this dirty trick doesn't treat people as human beings."

"I thought of it!" Zeng Wangcai touched his nose, "Mom and Dad, don't worry, I will be fine. If this thing succeeds, the garment factory can be opened. Dad will be the factory director in the future. Our family, my second uncle's family, and many other families will have a much better life..."

"Don't say those useless things." Zeng Youqian interrupted his son, "I just don't agree. Our family is already doing well. Even if life is hard, even if we have to beg for food, I don't agree to do this."

The old father's love is selfish. Zeng Youqian is an ordinary, normal person, and his awareness has not risen to the point where he is willing to sacrifice his son for the sake of everyone.

Chen Yumei began to wipe away her tears and developed her own unique offensive.

Zeng Wangcai was touched and at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He explained gently, "Mom and Dad, I was born and raised by you two. Don't you know me? When have I ever done anything that I was not sure of? Don't worry, I have many ways to protect myself. I will kill those foreign devils and guarantee that they won't even be able to find the door.

"Well, let's vote by raising our hands. Those who agree that I should go, raise your hands."

Brush brush!

Four people raised their hands, and Xiaoqiang and Lai Fu looked at the eldest brother with admiration and worship.

"Mom and Dad, you have no choice but to agree. The news will be on the front page of tomorrow's newspapers, and even foreign reporters have been contacted..."