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  Chapter 469 is really a coward

  With Liu Qingshan's arrangement, the business of Longteng Trading Company has been completely on the right track.

   There are currently three major businesses: one is Sergey’s timber business, and the other two are the steel business and fertilizer business of the Black Bear Gang.

  The biggest transaction volume is the timber business. Every three days, there must be a convoy coming over. Liu Qingshan really doubts whether these guys will cut down their side into barren hills.

   However, these logs are already dry, and they have obviously been felled for a while.

  The amount of wood was so large that those second-hand traffickers on Liu Qingshan's side couldn't eat it in time.

   There is no way, Liu Qingshan can only find those professional loggers, and pile up the large logs brought in on the open space outside their warehouse.

  There is a technical term for this process called "gui Leng".

  It is to put the round pieces of wood one by one and put them together neatly.

  So the local people later extended the word Gui Leng to make people obedient and honest, also called Gui Leng.

  Steel business and fertilizer business basically go once a week. Fertilizer takes time to produce; steel also needs to be collected by the Black Bear Gang.

  In addition to these few large transactions, Zhang Long and the others also divided their personnel into three groups, and went to Dadao every day to conduct sporadic transactions.

  Although this part does not make much money, it is better than a long stream of water.

  The key point is that Longteng Company has already established its reputation in the opposite cloth market.

  This hidden value cannot be bought with any amount of money.

  Bushi, which was somewhat depressed, has become thriving because of the border trade with the other side of the Amur River.

   Not only that, but also merchants from surrounding cities, who heard the news, gathered in Bushi City.

  Businessmen from places like Khabarovsk, the largest city in the Far East, known as Khabarovsk in Chinese, and Komsomolsk in Amur, and Vladivostok, known as Vladivostok in Chinese, are constantly pouring into the city.

  Business atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, and business opportunities are everywhere.

  …

  On this day, Liu Qingshan led Li Tie, Li Tieniu, and Hou San, a group of four, each carrying a small bag, successfully passed the border inspection and set foot on the territory on the other side for the first time.

  They didn't know that their group was the first Chinese to enter the cloth city.

  Of course, except for the official negotiators, they have already been here.

  Hou San muttered: "No wonder Maozi was able to bring all the guns here. I threw a handful of bubble gum to those security officers. They didn't even look at our passports, so they let us go."

  As the saying goes, seeing the big from the small, the Soviet Union has become chaotic, especially after the woodcutter comrade came to power.

  Liu Qingshan and others have already obtained passports, but the current visa is a three-day tourist visa.

   As for the visa on arrival and the like, that is a matter for the future.

  However, Liu Qingshan is not going to stay here for three days, and he doesn't even want to stay here, after all, safety comes first.

  Bushi City is right next to the river, and the group quickly entered the urban area.

   In front of them, 20 to 30 meters away, Ivanov walked slowly, and he was leading the way for Liu Qingshan and others.

   However, according to Liu Qingshan's request, the two parties do not need to contact each other.

  Bushi is not small, with a permanent population of 200,000. In the Far East, it is a big city.

  On both sides of the street, there are Russian-style buildings, and the citizens are all wrapped in coats and walking in a hurry.

  Many of them cast curious eyes on Liu Qingshan and the others.

  This principle is like seeing Maozi crossing the border on the other side of the Heihe River.

   After all, the two sides have been separated for many years, and this is the first time they have seen tourists from the other side.

   "Look, there's a store in front!" Hou San pointed to a building on the side of the road.

   It's time to go in and have a look and see what the store is full of.

  Four people stepped in, but soon came out, all of them had strange faces: most of the daily necessities and canned food sold in the store were actually made in China.

   Even most of them were circulated here from Liu Qingshan and the others.

  It is estimated that if there is no such products as appearances from them, more than half of the shelves in the store will be empty.

   It can be seen that the domestic economy of the Soviet Union has reached the brink of collapse.

  Passing through an intersection, Liu Qingshan saw a vendor standing beside the road, holding a bottle of Laobaigan and waving it.

   There is also a big bag next to it, which is probably the goods that have just been exchanged.

  Business seems to be going well, Liu Qingshan stood there observing for less than ten minutes, the guy's big bag was empty.

   "Our products seem to be quite popular." Li Tieniu also grinned happily.

   Then, two boys came up and chattered something.

   "Tie Niu, they want to buy the down jacket you are wearing, and it costs 80 rubles." Hou San was on the side as an interpreter.

   "Okay, if I give you a hundred rubles, I will sell it." Li Tieniu was really tempted.

  While talking, while taking off his clothes, Liu Qingshan was about to stop it, don't catch a cold in this cold weather, it's not worth it for one hundred and eighty rubles.

   It turned out that Li Tieniu was wearing a down jacket inside. No wonder he looked bulging today.

  One of them handed over a hundred rubles, and Li Tieniu accepted it happily, then took off another one, and shook at the other one: "Aren't you going to get one?"

   Liu Qingshan was convinced, but this guy was actually wearing a leather jacket.

  They apply for tourist visas, so they can't bring too much goods. Unexpectedly, Li Tieniu can come up with such a way.

  If it’s summer, put on one piece of sportswear, at least ten pieces can be put on.

  A few years later, many people used this trick to sell clothes because they didn't have to pay taxes.

   Unexpectedly, Li Tieniu became the founder of this industry.

  Another Maozi also bought a down jacket, and Li Tieniu shook the ruble in his hand: "The lunch money will come out now."

  Hou San was also very happy: "Tie Niu, you are a big man with great wisdom."

  A few people walked and watched, and entered several different shops, and gradually discovered that there is no shortage of staple foods in the cloth market.

   is the shortage of non-staple food and daily necessities. From this, we can also see that the development of heavy industry and light industry in the Soviet Union is extremely uneven.

   "I came here, so I have to get some souvenirs to go back."

  Hou San murmured, but there was really nothing to buy.

  Only Li Tieniu bought a plug-in shaver for ten rubles.

  Hou San’s voice was relatively loud, maybe Ivanov in front also heard it, so he turned in front, turned for a while, and came to a pedestrian street.

   "So they also have an antique market here."

  Looking at the street stalls on the pedestrian street, Hou San suddenly felt familiar. Isn't he the same as these people?

  Thinking of this, he looked at Liu Qingshan beside him, his eyes were full of gratitude.

  Li Tieniu looked around with big eyes: "The old coat and boots are also antiques?"

  Liu Qingshan smiled: "Accurately speaking, this place should be called a flea market, let's take a stroll, maybe we can find something we like."

  Because of the cold weather, there are not many stalls and fewer customers, and Liu Qingshan and his four foreigners are extra conspicuous here.

   Li Tie, who had been silent all the way, stopped suddenly. He squatted down and silently looked at the booth in front of him.

   On a piece of velvet cloth, there are medals pinned one after another, in different shapes, there are twenty or thirty medals.

  The stall owner was wow-wh-wh-wh-wh, enthusiastically selling, probably introducing the origins of these medals.

   "He said it was all left by grandpa." Hou San translated beside him.

   "You should keep it as a souvenir. These represent glory." Li Tie said to the stall owner seriously.

  The guy smiled: "The glory has passed, so I can only exchange these rags for Daliba. Of course, it would be even more wonderful to exchange for Votka."

  Liu Qingshan took out a bottle of wine from his backpack, threw it in front of this guy, then stuffed the roll of flannelette, together with the medal inside, into Li Tie's backpack.

  He muttered: "This kind of person is what we often call unworthy descendants."

  When that guy saw the baijiu, his eyes lit up immediately, he bit off the cap of the bottle, took a sip happily, then stretched out his hand to Liu Qingshan, muttering something in his mouth.

   "He asked if there was any ham sausage." Hou San followed the translation.

  Now here in Buenos Aires, the most popular way to eat it is this: make a bowl of instant noodles, take a bite of ham sausage, and drink Laobaigan.

   It is said that this way of eating was brought back by the truck drivers who delivered goods across the way. They went there to deliver goods and enjoyed this kind of treatment.

   Even in the current cloth city, more and more people are learning to drive.

  Liu Qingshan took out two ham sausages and clamped them between his fingers: "But you have nothing to exchange."

  The guy immediately looked anxious, and fumbled in his coat pocket for a while, this time he took out a relatively large medal, and shouted:

   "Give me another bottle of wine, five, no, ten ham sausages!"

  As soon as he heard that this guy started to open his mouth like a lion, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but look at the medal more, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

  So he waved his hand at Hou San: "Give it to him."

  Hou San reluctantly took out a bottle of wine and ten ham sausages, that guy stuffed the medal into Liu Qingshan's hand, rolled up the pile of exchanged things, and ran away without a trace.

   "We couldn't be cheated, could we?" Hou San had also been in the market and knew some tricks inside.

  Liu Qingshan stopped Li Tieniu who was about to chase, and then picked up the heavy medal in his hand:

   "With such an unworthy descendant, his ancestors might really jump out of the coffin and shoot him down."

   "Is this thing very expensive?" Hou San also understood.

  Liu Qingshan looked at the vendors around him, and all cast curious eyes, so he carefully put away the medal and signaled to go back.

   All of a sudden, those vendors suddenly became enthusiastic and began to solicit business.

  Maybe they saw these foreigners and they were generous just now.

   But Liu Qingshan and the others are not interested in those second-hand goods.

   "Gentlemen, you must like this, natural amber, formed hundreds of millions of years ago, has mysterious power."

  A Maozi who was as thin as Hou San threw a stone in his hand into the air, and then caught it firmly.

  Look at the stone in his hand, it's about the size of a palm, it's not that kind of transparent amber, but the color is like honey, the surface is smooth like wax, it's basically beeswax.

  Of course, on their side, there is no name for beeswax, and they are collectively called amber.

  Of course Liu Qingshan knows that in a few decades, the price of beeswax here will be very high.

  Although he wanted it very much, Liu Qingshan still shook his head: "My friend, your amber is not transparent, and there are no ancient creatures wrapped in it, so it has no value."

  He said this mainly to test whether the guy opposite is knowledgeable.

   It turns out that the guy is indeed a mallet. After blinking his small eyes twice: "Can I exchange a bottle of vodka?"

   "As you wish, just make friends."

  Liu Qingshan was overjoyed, and asked Li Tieniu to hand over a bottle of white wine and two ham sausages, and wrapped four or five pieces of beeswax on the guy's booth.

  He originally thought that there would be no good things in a small and remote city like Cloth, but the result was far beyond expectations.

  After thinking about it, Liu Qingshan came to understand: the Far East, where the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, used to be the place where prisoners were exiled.

   There are also many people who have come here to take refuge, and of course they will bring some valuable things.

   It's just that these gangsters, most of them are big bosses, don't know the goods at all, and they ruin all the good things.

  The skinny monkey-like trader also took a sip of wine, and then said to Liu Qingshan and the others: "I still have a lot of this kind of amber at home, do you want more?"

  Hou San also saw that it was beeswax, so he nodded quickly: "Yes, as much as you want, hurry up and take it."

  The man shook his head: "My house is a bit far away, let's go there together."

  Being unfamiliar with the place of life, Hou San hesitated, so he looked at Liu Qingshan, waiting for the boss to make a decision.

  Liu Qingshan looked at the skinny monkey, and secretly looked at Ivanov who was not far ahead. Seeing him waving his hands repeatedly, he understood that there was obviously something tricky in it, and he couldn't go there.

  After rejecting the thin monkey hair, Liu Qingshan and the others wandered around the market again, and soon came to the end.

  I didn't find any other good things, but there were two picture frames under Li Tieniu's arms, which contained two oil paintings.

  Liu Qingshan didn't know what was good or bad, anyway, it was cheap, two paintings, with a bottle of wine and ten ham sausages in exchange, just like picking it up for nothing, hanging it in the company's office can also be used as a prestige.

  Out of the pedestrian street, I was looking for a place to have lunch and taste the authentic Russian flavor.

  Unexpectedly, six or seven burly men suddenly appeared in front of them, and the skinny monkey who sold them beeswax just now, gestured to Liu Qingshan and the others and said something.

   "Damn it, this guy really has a problem."

  Hou San cursed, and then saw those big men gathered around, each of them clenched their fists, and looked at them maliciously.

  Liu Qingshan looked at Ivanov in front of him again, and that guy was so frightened that he ran away and disappeared at the corner of the street in the blink of an eye.

   What a coward.

  (end of this chapter)