Everyone shook their heads, but found nothing.

Fang Chen covered his forehead, he also knew that this matter was indeed a little embarrassing.

If you want to resell the aircraft, the Soviet Ministry of Aviation Industry and the Kuibyshev Aircraft Building Company will not be able to get around it in any case.

What Fang Chen is looking for is someone who can be in these two departments and companies.

Of course, ordinary employees and staff members must not work, at least if they are a small leader, they can speak to some extent, and they can know the big leader through him.

It's just a pity that although Moscow has fallen into such a situation, according to the guiding ideology of hard leadership, the bureaucrats in Moscow, even small bureaucrats, are still living well.

Especially now that a large amount of Soviet state assets were being sold at a great price through their hands.

When those European, American, Japanese, Korean, and even Chinese people get what they need, these bureaucrats also get a lot of money.

So, these bureaucrats are really not reduced to the point where they need to go to the train station with ordinary Muscovites to fight their heads and bleed just to buy a can or a sausage.

However, Fang Chen didn't care, he knew that the chance was slim, he just had the mentality of holding the grass and beating the rabbit and piggybacking on it.

After discussing the matter, there was a knock at the door.

Fang Chen's face changed slightly, and he motioned for Wang Wu to take a look.

Wang Wu glanced through the cat's eyes, and then said softly, "It's Chinese." ”

Chinese

Fang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, he almost thought that the KGB had come to the door.

However, he was a little strange at this time, how could any Chinese come to look for him.

Fang Chen thought for a moment and motioned for Wang Wu to open the door.

After opening the door, three men in their thirties and forties walked in.

Fang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, he had seen these people.

These people often peddle small things from China to Russians near the hotel, such as toothbrushes and cups.

Sometimes, they can be seen setting up stalls on the street with some Russians.

"This boss, I'm sorry to disturb. A few people shouted restrainedly, and then fell silent, as if there was something difficult to speak.

"My name is Fang Chen, you don't have to be nervous, sit, sit, go abroad, everyone is a compatriot, and they are all begging for food in Moscow. Fang Chen said with a smile.

Hearing this, the three of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief, it was not that they were timid, it was that the atmosphere here was too depressing, and there were eight people in the small room looking at them, especially the man who looked like an iron tower, as if he could throw them all out in the next second.

They remembered that there weren't that many people here in Fang Chen.

After sitting down, among the three people, the man at the head and the oldest person spoke: "Boss Fang, I am Hu Chimin, we want to take the goods from you and sell them." ”

Fang Chen raised his eyebrows, but he was not surprised, he probably knew what these three people were thinking from the time they came in, these people wanted to be his distributors.

Seeing Fang Chen's expression as usual, half of Hu Chimin's heart was put back into his stomach.

In fact, when he first saw Fang Chen and his party, he didn't care, thinking that they were tourists, or they were the same as them.

But I didn't expect that Fang Chen was a bad man, but he was a big bad man, a big bad man who could pull a train of wagons to sell.

And they are just little masters at best, and every time they have to carry a large bag of goods on their backs, and take a train for six days and six nights to get to Moscow.

How can it be like Fang Chen, a pull is a whole wagon of goods.

"Why don't you bring the goods from China to sell them yourself," Wu Maocai couldn't help but blurt out.

He is really strange, he can bring goods from China and sell them at least four or five times the profit, he can receive and sell goods from Jiu Ye, and how much money can he make as a second-hand dealer for Jiu Ye.

Fang Chen turned his head and glanced at Wu Maocai, as if he was looking at a fool.

Wu Maocai immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Hu Chimin smiled wryly, "It's better to take the goods from the domestic market, than to take the goods from Boss Fang and sell them." ”

They are not stupid, if the profit of bringing goods from China is higher than the profit of receiving goods from Fang Chen, they will come to Fang Chen if they are stupid.

Don't look at the high profit of them bringing their own goods to sell, but in fact, counting some hidden costs, in fact, it is really average, a round trip on the light road, that is, twelve days, and in fact, the time to sell goods is only three or four days.

If they could pick up the goods from Fang Chen, they would be able to save time on the road.

And sometimes, if you're unlucky, you have to endure the extortion of some Soviets.

"If we hadn't been able to bring some Russian electrical appliances back when we went back, we would have to lose money. Hu Chimin smiled bitterly.

Hearing this, Wu Maocai grinned, listening to what they said, he instantly felt that the actual profit of being a fallen master was not very high, no wonder the price of transporting goods from China to Moscow had to be increased by four or five times, otherwise he would really lose money.

Hearing this, Fang Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, "You have a channel to sell Russian electrical appliances"

"Yes, as long as it can be shipped to China, someone will collect it, and there is even a special street for old electrical appliances in Bingcheng. Although Lao Maozi's electrical appliances look stupid and stupid, but the leather is solid, the price is also cheap, the domestic people like it, as long as the boss can transport it, I can help you sell it. Hu Chimin said eagerly.

He is now like a male peacock in courtship, desperately showing his advantages and roles.

Fang Chen fell into deep thought, Hu Chimin said that if he lost his capital, he didn't believe a word, it was impossible to lose his capital, he just said that it was a matter of earning more and earning less.

But Hu Chimin's words provided him with another idea.

Buying some food and daily necessities from China and selling them to Moscow, and then buying some old electrical appliances from Moscow and selling them to the country, is tantamount to making money at both ends.

The only problem is that there are not enough people.

However, this should be solved after Wang Wu's comrades-in-arms arrive.

Thinking of this, Fang Chen shook his head helplessly, in this way, wouldn't he really have to go further and further on the road of the Great Fallen Master.

As an industrialist, the top ten young leaders of Xiangshan City's reform and opening up have actually been reduced to this point, is it really good?

"How many people can you deliver, how many goods can be delivered," Fang Chen asked.

Fang Chen had already decided to sell these goods to Hu Chimin, after all, he sold goods at the train station, and handed them over to them, there was no difference, as for how much Hu Chimin sold to Muscovites, he didn't care.

It's just that the money has changed from being earned by Russian small traders and hawkers to being earned by Hu Chimin, and Fang Chen's profits are not subject to any loss.