Hu Chimin and his two friends glanced at each other, and they could both see the ecstasy in each other's eyes, and Fang Chen's words obviously meant that he had agreed.

"Boss Fang, we have more than 20 fellow villagers here, no matter how many goods you have, we can sell them to you. Hu Chimin patted his chest and said.

Fang Chen smiled slightly, "Ten Trains of Skinna"

The three of them were stupid, and the one who could pull a wagon over this year was the big one.

What is that?

It's a big shame

After recovering a little, Hu Chimin still said in disbelief: "You can really have ten trains"

Fang Chen nodded lightly.

Hu Chimin's eyes turned red instantly, he knew that he had met Jin's thighs this time, so he gritted his teeth fiercely, "Boss, just pull over as many goods as you want, our brother is the head arch, and we will also help you sell the goods." ”

At this time, Hu Chimin didn't even call Boss Fang, and directly called Fang Chen the boss, he was already planning to tie Fang Chen's golden thigh to death.

The existence of more than 10 million yuan of goods can be pulled at once, if he doesn't know how to hold it tightly, it would be really stupid.

Fang Chen waved his hand, "You don't need to make so much effort, you can sell as much as you want." ”

He really doesn't care if Hu Chimin can sell them all, if he can't sell them all, he has a warehouse!

He wanted to show the old Russian man if he had any goods in it, and he dared to laugh at him, and he dared to laugh at him.

After discussing, Hu Chimin and the three of them left with a thousand thanks.

"Ninth Master, why don't I understand why the same thing, in your hands, is so profitable, it's like turning stones into gold, but in Hu Chimin, they can only make a mess" Wu Maocai asked.

are all down-to-earth masters, why is the gap so big.

Fang Chen was silent for a while, shook his head, and said with a dumb smile: "It's not that I can make money in my hands, and it's not that I have the ability to turn stones into gold, this is the power of capital." ”

Why is capitalism called capitalism, because the power of capital is the greatest.

If Hu Chimin and the others can have one or two million, and they can also pull a wagon of goods to resell like Fang Chen, it won't be long before they become multimillionaires, or even billionaires.

But the key question is, where can they earn the two million

If they rely on the reselling method of carrying goods by people like them, they may not be able to earn enough to earn these two million in their lives.

Especially now, it's only 1991, and looking at the whole country, how many people can effortlessly come up with one or two million

It is not surprising that it is one in a million or one in a hundred thousand.

It can be said unceremoniously that Fang Chen is already a big tyrant in the country.

Ten thousand is a lot, right?

In this society, there are many businesses that make money, but there is no doubt that there is a threshold, and this threshold is something that most people will never touch in their lifetime.

That's why the first pot of gold is important.

At this time last summer, Fang Chen was still ecstatic about the five hundred yuan he earned in a day.

And today, it is still Fang Chen, the same day, Fang Chen has earned more than 10 million.

Today's Fang Chen is actually no different from last year's Fang Chen, at most, the voice has become thicker and a few more hairs have grown.

So, that's the power of capital!

But one thing to know is that if it weren't for last year's 500 yuan, there wouldn't be more than 10 million now.

After listening to Fang Chen's explanation, Ma Yun smashed his mouth, no wonder how Fang Chen could make money, so he rushed at Fang Chen's set of theories, I am afraid that Fang Chen beat his mother's womb and began to think about how to make money.

After chatting a few more words, Fang Chen suddenly remembered something, "Wine!"

When Fang Chen mentioned this, Ma Yun and the others immediately remembered that wine is very important, and the reason why they were able to have such a high income this time was that wine accounted for a large part of the credit.

"However, you don't need to go back to Hangzhou to order wine," Ma Yun asked.

Other people's wine still pays attention to taste, but Fang Chen's wine is a standard, with a little more industrial alcohol, and this kind of wine can be produced anywhere.

"You don't need that kind of wine, the three eastern provinces love to drink so much, how can there be no wine, you go to Bingcheng and ask me if there is a kind of wine, called one and a half catties." Fang Chen said.

This catty and a half, when Fang Chen was in college, his roommate from the Northeast brought it from the Northeast, and it was packaged in plastic bags, and the winery was reluctant to even use glass bottles.

He forgot that it was because the wine was strong, and one and a half catties of other wine were worth one and a half catties, so it was called one and a half catties, or that package of wine was one and a half catties, so it was called one and a half catties, anyway, the name one and a half catties couldn't run.

As for the taste, Fang Chen can't remember it now, but when he got up the next day, his head was very painful, and it was estimated that it was not a good material, and there was still a lot of industrial alcohol.

According to his roommate in the Northeast, this wine only sells for a five-day bag in the commissary, which is cheaper than Fang Chen's special wine.

But what is particularly shameful is that on the packaging of the wine, there are also four big characters, pure grain brewing.

Although it was a little strange, how did Fang Chen know about the wine in Bingcheng, and it was so unknown when he heard the name, Ma Yun nodded and still wrote it down.

Early the next morning, Fang Chen walked on the streets of Moscow.

Moscow is a flat city, full of wide boulevards, large and small tributaries, gentle waters, and dotted with buildings ranging from elegant pre-revolutionary apartment buildings to ugly concrete high-rises.

Several hills rise around the colorful plains, connecting Profeso Yuznaya Street in the city center.

And along one of them, you will find 65 Profesoyuznaya Street, a slope on which the Institute of Control Science is located.

The most striking building is a square office building behind a pond, far from the metropolis and seemingly a peaceful island, but in fact it is the nerve center of Soviet technology.

Countless scientists have used formulas to add new control techniques to intercontinental ballistic missiles, nuclear power plants, and jet fighter jets.

These formulas control everything that can move, from the ultra-secret orbits of satellites to mail sorting schemes.

Fang Chen handed a letter and five rubles to the doorman, who forwarded it to Researcher Boris Berezovsky on his behalf.

For the sake of the face of five rubles, the doorman happily agreed, without questioning at all why Fang Chen, a person with an oriental face, would look for a researcher from the research institute.

After all, no matter how big the rules are, they are not as big as the ruble.

Now the Soviets are crumbling, and for the little people at the bottom, filling their stomachs is the most important thing.

Besides, this is not the first suspicious person to come to the research institute researchers, there are more Americans, Western Europe, Northern Europe, Eastern Japanese, and South Korea.