Nisha took Shamilov back to her home. When Babulev saw Shamilov, he became very angry and roared at Shamilov.

"Damn Shamilov, if one of my men was injured that day, even if my sister begged for mercy, I would hang you on a tree and freeze for three days."

"Brother!" Nisha said coquettishly to Babulev.

"Hmph! This damn girl like me is really attracted to you. Otherwise, if you are too good-looking, I warn you not to bully my girl in the future."

Probably because there are more boys and girls in the Soviet Union, men have developed the habit of domestic violence. Almost 90% of the men have experienced domestic violence. Babulev loves his girl very much, but he does not want his precious girl

Being bullied by others.

At this moment, Shamilov turned into a freeloader and was protected by a woman.

"Brother! You said you were going to freeze me to death, how could I not run away? If you had said earlier that I would marry your sister, how could there be so many things?"

"Is it my fault? I'm just such a precious girl. If you want to run away after my girl sleeps, if I don't scare you, who are you trying to scare?"

Nisha quits her job. Her brother is a big bully who always says anything: "Brother! Stop saying a few words!"

"If you dare to abandon my sister in the future, I will sink you into the Amur River to feed the fish." Babulev walked away angrily.

No one wanted to freeze his popsicles. With the threat removed, Shamilov began to let himself go and cash out the package of things Wan Feng gave him.

Deeply trapped in the quagmire of Afkhan, the Soviet Union's economy already had big problems. The already short-term light industry was even worse. The daily necessities needed by the people had reached the point of being exhausted.

There are no products left in the shops in Buzhou to sell to citizens.

So Shamilov and Nisha spent half an hour at a crossroads and sold all the needles, threads and brains given by Wan Feng, for a total of more than 700 rubles.

"Sold so much? If we didn't drink that bottle of wine, would we still be able to sell it for dozens of rubles?" Nisha said happily.

Not just a few dozen rubles, he could sell it for three or four times the market price, which is more than a hundred rubles.

Shamilov thought the money came too easily.

Judging from the fact that the Chinese young man gave him more than 30 varieties of goods this time, the Chinese young man has far more goods than other Chinese people.

Having been to the market twice, he had some knowledge of the products displayed by people from China. The quantity and variety of products sold by those selling stalls were not as large as the variety of products in the hands of young people from China.

This is a money tree.

What can you use to exchange everything that the other party has?

Shamilov racked his brains for a long time, but he really couldn't think of anything that could be exchanged in the cloth market.

There is nothing in the store except a few items. What else can you get if you don’t have any in the store?

He wanted to ask the young Chinese people what items they needed and see if he could find them in Bu City.

So he hurried to the Daheihe Island trading area the next day, but was disappointed that the Chinese youth did not show up that day.

What's going on with the young people of China? Are you still not coming?

Shamilov was uneasy, fearing that the Chinese youth would never come again.

Another day later, Shamilov once again appeared early in the trading shed. This time he went directly to the entrance of the shed from the Chinese side and waited for the appearance of the Chinese youth.

When he saw the figure of the Chinese youth again, Shamilov was so excited that tears filled his eyes.

"Shabilov, is it so cold? Your face is red from the cold."

Am I freezing, am I not excited?

"Wan! Did you bring any goods with you today?"

"Do you want goods?" Wan Feng pointed to the backpack on Li Mingdou's back.

Shamilov immediately took out a handful of colorful rubles: "I want it, I want it all."

Wan Feng glanced at the ruble in Shamilov's hand. Who wants this? It can't be exchanged for wipes and it's slippery.

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

"You can use this money to buy things from us Soviets here." Shamilov refused to give up.

"But what do you have that I should buy? Telescopes? Horse boots? Or furs? None of these things are of any use to me."

"Then what do you want?"

It's 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 the cloth market. They must be there. I wonder if you can get them out?"

"I can't handle the military aspect." Shamilov's heart skipped a beat. Could this young Chinese man be a spy?

Wan Feng rolled his eyes, this guy was still a little wary, he probably thought he was a spy.

"It's either military or agricultural, such as steel and fertilizers. Isn't it difficult to get these two things in Buzhou?"

Steel and fertilizer? 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 can get."

Shamilov looked at the satchel Li Mingdou was carrying. Things like steel, chemical fertilizers, etc. were not something he could carry on his back. It would be hard for the other party to do anything with these things.

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

Shamilov nodded vigorously, that's what he meant.

"Shabilov, can your passport allow me to set foot on Chinese soil?"

"Okay, but there's only three days left, so why?"

"Three days are enough. Come with me! Let you open your eyes and see my strength."

Shamilov didn't hesitate at all about Wan Feng's proposal. He had long wanted to go to China to see what China was like.

As for safety, he didn't think much about it. He was a poor guy and only had a few rubles, so there was nothing worth seeking money or life for.

Wan Feng led Shamilov to the customs on the Chinese side and applied for a visa for him to come to China.

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

It only takes two hours for one person to hold the grass. If more Soviet people come to China, how long will it take?

If he wants to go to the cloth market, how long will it take for him to do things with his procrastination?

It seems that you should apply for a past visa in advance, which will take a little longer to make it easier to move back and forth in the future and save some time when going through customs.

In any case, at around ten o'clock, Shamilov finally followed Wan Feng to the territory of China.
Chapter completed!