Me! The dark horse of the Siheyuan, my wife Chen Xueru

Xu Huizhen said happily: "Thanks to you, the weather has warmed up and I can sell beer again. Business is much better than in winter."

Xu Huizhen’s tavern is now completely different from before. Business is booming in the summer, but worse in the winter.

It’s not that business in winter is not as good as before, but it has become the off-season.

Yang Muzi smiled and said, "This winter, I will teach you another trick that will make your business better immediately."

"Really!" Xu Huizhen was delighted: "Then tell me quickly, what is the solution?"

"Let's talk about it when it gets colder." Yang Muzi kept it a secret, which made Xu Huizhen feel itchy.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh..."

Suddenly, someone spoke in awkward Mandarin, stammering, "It's them!"

Yang Muzi looked up and couldn't help showing joy. Two Su people came to the door of the tavern, a man and a woman. The man was handsome and tall, and the woman was tall.

If he was not mistaken, these two Soviet people were the ones he was waiting for, Vladimir and Elena.

"Wow, look, a foreigner."

"They are foreigners, real foreigners, the first time I see them." "Their noses are so long." The customers in the tavern all looked over.

"Hello, I'm the boss here. What would you like?" Xu Huizhen came forward to greet them.

"Oh, shout, shout, shout..."

The Su man was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. While talking, he gestured the movements of drinking.

"You guys want to drink?" Xu Huizhen frowned. "From time to time, from time to time, from time to time, oh, oh, oh..."

The Su country man talked and gestured for a long time, but no one present could figure out what was going on.

"What do you two need?" A fluent Soviet language suddenly echoed in the tavern.

The two Su people seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and looked at Yang Muzi at the same time: "Are you talking?"

This sentence is written in Soviet language.

"It's me!" Yang Muzi answered in fluent Su language. "This, this person can speak Su language." "Oh my God!"

"Amazing!"

Everyone in the tavern looked at Yang Muzi. "He also knows the Su language?"

Xu Hui was really dumbfounded. This man was simply omnipotent. "Brother Mu, you..." Chen Xueru was even more dumbfounded. She suddenly felt that Yang Muzi was a little strange.

This man had been with her day and night for more than a year, and he knew Soviet language, but she didn't know anything about it.

This guy, how many things are he hiding from me? "Great, great!"

The two Su people hurried over, the man shook hands enthusiastically, and the woman hugged Yang Muzi directly.

Chen Xueru almost went crazy after seeing this.

The Soviet man smiled and introduced: "Hello, my name is Vladimir, and this is my companion Elena. What is your name?"

"My name is Yang Muzi, hello." Yang Muzi smiled. It was indeed them.

Vladimir: "We heard there's cold beer here, we want to drink beer, but..."

“This is easy!”

Yang Muzi looked at Xu Huizhen and said, "Give each of these two friends a glass of beer. It's on me."

After getting the beer, the two wanted to pay the bill. Xu Huizhen pointed at Yang Muzi, meaning that he should pay the bill.

They were not shy and thanked him profusely. "Hello, can we chat?" "Of course."

"We are two people coming to your country. We are not good at speaking the language and would like to find a tour guide. Would you like to help? We will pay you."

"I'm willing to serve you, no need for money. I just want to ask you something about the Su Kingdom. Let's be friends."

"Cheers, friends." "Cheers to Ben."

Yang Muzi: "What are you two doing here?" "Silk, we are looking for silk, real silk!" said Elena.

"We're looking for silk, real silk!"

After hearing what Elena said, Yang Muzi had a clue in his mind. He smiled and said, "Have you ever seen silk?"

Vladimir nodded: "Of course I have seen it. The silk from the East is so fine. It is the most beautiful work of art in the world."

The Soviet Union was ahead of the East in heavy industry, machinery, military industry, technology and other aspects.

But even if they had the ability, they could not produce the silk of the East.

As early as more than two thousand years ago, when the Russians had not yet established a country and were all savage tribes, they lived on ice breaking, catching fish, eating raw meat and drinking blood, while the East had already produced silk as thin as a cicada's wing.

Such handicrafts are the sedimentation and accumulation of thousands of years of culture and cannot be imitated by machines.

Therefore, they are very yearning for silk.

"Would you please sit down and have a meal? If you like, you can see real silk this afternoon."

"Really?" Irina was surprised. "Of course." Vladimir was delighted: "We'll pay for today, eat whatever you want."

Yang Muzi waved his hand, signaling Chen Xueru to take the children to eat, as he had something to discuss with Su Guoren.

Chen Xueru knew that he was busy and didn't dare to disturb him. Yang Muzi and the two Su people ate and chatted.

They talked a lot, first about their families, and then about many things in the State of Su.

It turns out that Vladimir and Elena were a couple. Vladimir came from a large family, but their lineage had declined.

The once great family has now fallen into decline. The ambitious Vladimir wants to make a comeback, so he brings Elena to the East, hoping to make a fortune in international trade.

When they came, they did a lot of research and finally chose Oriental silk.

It can be said that he is a complete novice when it comes to doing business.

Due to the decline of his family, the start-up capital he brought was not particularly much.

In addition, after understanding some basic national conditions of the Soviet Union, Yang Muzi gave up the idea of ​​reselling things from the Soviet Union and bringing them back to China.

At this time, there was no specific standard for domestic currency compared to foreign countries.

The domestic currency is mainly pegged to the US dollar.

If we compare the Soviet currency with the US dollar, one domestic dollar is roughly equal to 2 rubles.

However, due to living in different countries, the consumption levels of both parties are not at the same level.

In the Soviet Union, the salary of an ordinary worker is about 500 rubles, equivalent to more than 200 local currencies.

Here, workers' wages are only about 30 yuan a month, equivalent to 60 yuan in the Soviet Union.

Therefore, if you buy things in the Soviet Union and sell them domestically, you will definitely suffer a loss.

Take coal, for example.

The price of coal in the Soviet Union is about 150 million yuan per ton, and it costs more than 300 yuan to buy it with Eastern currency.

Here is the current exchange rate between the currency and the US dollar.

It is 1:2.

One rice yuan is equal to two yuan. Here, coal costs only 80 yuan a ton.

There is also a biggest problem. Even if you pay 300 yuan to buy a ton of coal from others, they are unwilling to buy it from you.

Because this country has just been established, its currency has no status in the international arena and people do not recognize your currency.

Food is cheap. A pound of Soviet food now costs only 1.3 cents, which is ideal. Individual merchants in the Soviet Union will never take your Eastern currency. However, there is a simple and direct way, which is to buy it with gold.

But there is no need, as the Soviet Union's grain is only marginally cheaper than that of the East.

Therefore, the coal and grain he had thought of before were not available. The three continued to chat. Vladimir and the other two were very enthusiastic. Yang Muzi was very eloquent and knew the Soviet language. They did not dare to underestimate him.

When the meal was about to end, Elena asked curiously, "Mr. Yang, what business are you doing here?"

Yang Muzi smiled and said, "I run a silk shop. Now, let me take you to see my silk."

“Really!” “That’s great!”

"Mr. Yang is truly our benefactor." "Please come in, both of you!"

After saying hello, Yang Muzi led the two Su people out of the tavern, leaving Chen Xueru and Xu Huizhen confused.

Soon, Yang Muzi brought them to the silk shop in Dazhalan.

Looking at the exquisite and gorgeous fabrics and the novel styles of clothes, the two Soviet people were stunned.

I never thought there was such a gorgeous shop in the East. "Beautiful, so beautiful."

Vladimir was fascinated as he stroked the silky silk, while Elena was completely attracted by the beautiful clothes.

After a long while, Vladimir came back to his senses and said excitedly: "Mr. Yang, I think we can have a good talk."

"Oh?"

Yang Muzi raised his eyebrows and pretended to be nonchalant, "Vladimir, we in the East have an old saying called get straight to the point. If you have something to say, please speak directly."

"I want to buy your silk." "It's called satin." "That's the kind of satin I want."

Yang Muzi: "Do you want to make clothes? I'll give you a few feet, no money required."

"No no no!"

Vladimir shook his head quickly: "We want to buy some of your silk."

Yang Muzi frowned and said, "I'm sorry, the silk we produce is only enough for our store to sell, and we never sell it to outsiders."

Vladimir was anxious: "Mr. Yang, you must help us."

Yang Muzi thought for a moment and said, "It's not impossible if you want it, but I need to buy it from a friend at a high price."

"We are willing to buy it. The price is negotiable." Vladimir nodded repeatedly.

Yang Muzi: "I want our own currency, not your rupees." "Of course!"

Vladimir smiled and said, "How about gold?" "Yes!"

Vladimir: "Can you tell me the price?"

Yang Muzi calculated secretly and said, "Our cloth is sold by the piece. One piece is ten zhang, or thirty-three meters."

"I understand this!" Vladimir nodded.

"That's easy. If you really want to buy it, give me twelve grams of gold for each piece of cloth."

Vladimir was a little moved when he heard this, and said in embarrassment: "It's too expensive, can it be cheaper? I want a lot."

Yang Muzi thought for a moment and said, "Eleven grams."

Vladimir smiled and said, "Ten grams, I want ten grams." "Eleven grams."

"Mr. Yang, please, ten grams is my greatest sincerity."

"Deal." Yang Muzi nodded.

At present, ten grams of gold can be converted into currency for about one hundred and seventy or eighty yuan.

Each piece of cloth cost him about 40 yuan, but he made more than four times the profit.

"By the way, Vladimir, how much do you want?" "Five hundred." "It's too little. I'm embarrassed to ask my friend for goods." Yang Muzi frowned.

Over the past year, all of his money, including the profits from Huichuntang and his three stores, was invested in silk, totaling two hundred thousand.

There were more than 5,000 pieces of silk in stock, but Vladimir only wanted 500 pieces, a fraction of what he had imagined. This was a huge gap from what he had imagined.

As soon as Yang Muzi said this, Vladimir instantly felt that Yang Muzi became noble.

It seems like the other party is a big boss and he is a small trader, and the big boss is unwilling to do business with the small trader.

"Mr. Yang, you must help." Vladimir's face was full of pleading.

Yang Muzi thought for a moment and said, "I can give you five hundred pieces of cloth, but you have to do something for me."

"What's the matter?" Vladimir asked with a smile.

Yang Muzi: "I can get 5000 rolls of silk from my friend in a short period of time. I want to apply for a special train to transport it to your country of Su. Wherever we get there, you will be my agent. You will sell the silk. Of course, I won't let you work for nothing. We will split the profits % to %. You get %, I get %. I'll give you % for free."

"this….…"

Vladimir was stunned by Yang Muzi's ambitious goal. He asked for 5000 horses right away, and he could also apply for a special train.

You know, it is very troublesome for them to bring the goods back. They need to transport them in batches in passenger carriages. This not only requires manpower, but also requires connections on the train.

Just these expenses alone would have cost the money for 500 pieces of cloth. In addition, when we arrived in the Soviet Union, we had to find a store to sell the cloth.

If it weren't for the huge profits from silk, it would be difficult to make money from this business.

Yang Muzi gave him 10% of the profit, which was equivalent to giving him 500 pieces of cloth for free. This was a sure-win deal.

Besides, he didn't have to worry about transportation. "I'm willing to do it." Vladimir gritted his teeth and agreed.

Yang Muzi smiled and said, "Is there another small favor I can ask you for?" "Go ahead."

Yang Muzi: "My wife wants to learn the Soviet language. I want Elena to stay here to tutor her. Next time you come back with me, you can take her back with you."

"This……"

Vladimir was silent.

Yang Muzi’s meaning was very simple, which was to keep Elena here as a hostage.

After all, Yang Muzi was going to Su State with him alone, so he needed some guarantee for his personal safety.

"I'll discuss it with Elena." Vladimir did not agree immediately, but ran to discuss it with Elena.

It can be seen that he cares about Elena very much, which makes Yang Muzi feel relieved.

When Elena learned that Vladimir was going to do such a big business with Yang Muzi, she was reluctant but still agreed.

"Xue Ru, Vladimir and I will go to the Soviet Union and let Elena stay in the silk shop."

"What?" Chen Xueru was very shocked to hear that Yang Muzi was going to Su State.

However, extraordinary people do extraordinary things, and Yang Muzi must have something important to do when he went to Su State.

"Brother Mu... the children and I will be waiting for you to come back, please be safe." "Don't worry, I will be back soon."

"By the way, Brother Mu, I might be pregnant again." "Really?"

Yang Muzi was overjoyed and hurriedly took Chen Xueru's pulse. The result showed that she was pregnant.

This was the biggest surprise he had ever seen in the entire Soviet Union.

After arranging everything, a few days later, Yang Muzi and Vladimir took a car to the Soviet Union.

He also promised that a special train would arrive in Moscow in three days, and by then Vladimir would only need to find a large warehouse.

Vladimir's five hundred pieces of cloth were also on the special train.

The long journey was boring. It took a full half month to arrive in Moscow.