Alexey, who originally thought that he was desperate to defeat this Chinese man and regain his glory, could not sit still this time and his face turned pale.

But because he is white, no matter how white his face is, it won't show.

Alexey stared at Chen Dao without blinking, with a bottle of wine upside down.

Is this drink so good?

They have always been known as a fighting nation, but few of them drink like this!

After drinking it all in one breath, Chen Dao wiped some of his mouth and made a gesture of invitation: "I'll do it first as a courtesy, please!"

Damn it, if he did the same thing, he would probably end up in a foreign country.

Seeing Chen Dao's hand touch another bottle, Alexey secretly complained.

This is like meeting a wine barrel! This old guy can't be a bartender, he is too good at drinking.

Shamilov was completely stunned and stared at Chen Dao who was drinking like water.

This guy's subordinates are really hiding dragons and crouching tigers. There are people like this.

"Did he drink wine?" Shamilov asked numbly.

"You can ask him to pour some for you to try."

Shamilov shook his head subconsciously.

Wan Feng saw that Alexei's arrogance had disappeared, and then he spoke.

"Uncle Alexei, are you done drinking? No more?"

Alexei shook his head mechanically, his tongue stiffening: "I won't drink anymore, I won't drink anymore, I can't drink anymore! This guy is such a drinker. How much wine can he drink?"

"It's not much, only six or seven bottles. He's not the best drinker yet. We have another one who hasn't come here yet. What's wrong with that guy if he drinks fifteen or six bottles?"

Wan Feng was talking nonsense seriously.

Alexei's face froze. Fifteen or six bottles? This...

It is very appropriate to use the word "satisfied" to describe a person who eats and drinks well.

Whether Alexei was full now or not is open to question, but he must have had enough wine. After drinking a lot of wine, he could hear the rumbling sound in his stomach when he walked, and the smell of alcohol was coming out of his body.

Alexei was dejected. He had never done anything to anyone since he came to China today, and he was defeated after drinking.

The purpose of his coming today is to kill the arrogance of the Chinese people, so that Shamilov can have a psychological advantage in dealing with them in the future.

This kind of psychological tactic has always been popular among the Soviet army.

Whoever has the psychological advantage will win the final victory.

But he never expected that not only did he not kill the opponent's arrogance, but his own arrogance was reduced to very little.

Fortunately, this is just business.

China actually has such talents.

The items Shamilov exchanged and the thousand boxes of liquor Wan Feng promised to give him in advance were loaded into two Camas.

Wanfeng circled Kamas twice.

Cars are also in short supply in China, and the output of FAW and Second Automobile Works is simply a drop in the bucket.

In the transaction sequence of trucks, although the tariffs are considerable, there is also huge trading space. At least until 1995, there was a huge demand for trucks in the country.

I wonder how much supplies can be used to exchange for a truck?

Can twenty cases of wine be exchanged for a new car?

It is probably not feasible now. It will still be possible in 1889 when the Soviet Union is in domestic chaos. It may be very difficult now.

Even if twenty cases of wine cannot be exchanged, then add another twenty cases! That’s almost enough.

The domestic price of Camas is about 60,000 yuan, and the exact price is 59,000 yuan.

Even if Wan Feng exchanged a hundred boxes of wine for a truck, the cost would only be more than a thousand yuan. After deducting the tariff, there would still be a staggering profit.

What if Shamilov is asked to purchase a new truck there, load it with fertilizer and bring it here, and then the Soviet driver goes back and leaves the truck and fertilizer here?

What a great plan.

But new cars need to be run-in. Can Shamilov have the patience to run-in these cars?

If a truck does not run in well, it is a useless truck and will be scrapped before long.

What if it’s a second-hand truck?

Wan Feng quickly rejected this idea. The customs clearance procedures for second-hand goods were too cumbersome. It was necessary to buy a new car instead.

From the truck, Wanfeng thought of the Lada sedan produced in the Soviet Union, and also introduced the Soviet Lada car.

It seems that the control of cars is relatively strict. I don't know if the policy allows it. I will ask Qu Yang later.

Shamilov said goodbye to Wan Feng by the Longjiang River.

He promised that he would start dumping fertilizers and collecting steel when he got back, and at the same time asked Wan Feng for a quotation for trucks.

After sending Shamilov away, Wan Feng found Zhang Shiqian.

Zhang Shiqian made a profit of 10,000 yuan after reselling 100 tons of chemical fertilizer, and he looked a little proud.

"If you like playing sesame, someone might one day beat you up if someone catches you, and then they'll make an ice hole and sink you into the Longjiang River. Then you'll be dead in a foreign country."

"Bah! Crow mouth, why do you talk so blindly?"

"Good medicine is bitter to the mouth and good for the disease, and good advice is bad to the ears and good for action. If you have a crow's mouth like me nagging in your ear every day, you can live for at least a thousand years."

"Get lost! Don't think I don't know that a bastard who can live for a thousand years is a bastard."

"Oh, you hang around outside every day, and you don't know what's going on at home. How do you know you won't be a bastard?"

"Tch! You still have the nerve to tell others that you are just like a bird, and you have two damn ones. If you have a green head, you will be double-layered."

After chatting for a long time, the two started talking about the topic.

"In a few days, Shabilov..."

"Wait a minute! You said how bad your kid is. His name is Shamilov, but you still call him Shabilov. Are you bullying people because they don't know what Shabilov means?"

Wan Feng laughed: "Of course he doesn't know? Even if he knows that I scold him, he doesn't know what Shabi means in Chinese."

"Sooner or later Shabi... bah bah! You have led him into the ditch. Sooner or later, will he still know?"

"So what if I know? Maybe he would even thank me for giving him a nickname?"

"Just talk nonsense!"

"Shabilov will bring in the steel in a few days. The varieties include cold-rolled sheets, high-grade stainless steel plates and scrap steel. My selling price for cold-rolled sheets is 8,000 tons and high-grade stainless steel plates for 6,010 tons.

tons, 2,010 tons of scrap steel. You can contact the next company to see if it can be shipped, and if you contact me, you can grant some shares to Qin Suzhen, I promised to give it to her."

Zhang Shiqian blinked for a while: "Your price seems to be quite high. Two thousand and one tons of scrap steel? Who wants it?"

"Don't you ask about the scrap steel? They are all tanks! Do you think the steel used to build tanks will be scrap steel?"

"Tank? How dare you flip a tank? Aren't you afraid to go in and drink tea?"

"They are all scrapped. The Soviets buried the tanks underground. Isn't it illegal for me to bring them back as scrap steel?"

Zhang Shiqian couldn't accept this information for a while. He didn't understand why the scrapped tanks were buried underground. Wouldn't it be better to recycle them?
Chapter completed!