The train creaked forward in the snowfield, and Xu Maohe's face sank as long as an insole along the way.

Worried that Xu Maohe really committed something for the previous grudge, Li Xian persuaded a few words, but Xu Maohe sighed again and again.

According to him, in fact, the loss of more than one million yuan has long been taken seriously, and he just can't swallow this breath. said that he wanted to unload his arms and legs, but on this train, if there was such a conflict, he would not be able to be a bad man in the future.

Seeing that Xu Maohe was still sensible, Li Xian was relieved.

In the final analysis, although the rules and order handed down from this era have begun to slowly disintegrate, some rules are still stubbornly playing a role. Otherwise, the fact that two groups of enemies met and was shelved because of a word from an outsider would not have happened.

After traveling for a whole day and night, the train officially entered the territory of Russia, and Li Xian knew why this transportation line was called the golden line.

The first stop in Russia is Polga, which is actually a temporary stop for border control.

But before they arrived at the station, the fallen masters on the train sorted out the goods they were carrying and lined up in the carriage. As soon as the train stopped steadily, as soon as the door opened, Li Xian was stunned - on the big platform, there were people everywhere you look!

The pourers got out of the car like dumplings, and as soon as they opened the package they were carrying, they attracted a group of Russian hawkers to rush to buy them. These people, who don't care what they are selling, hold up bundles of rubles in their hands, and after asking the price, they directly take plastic pockets and put them in.

It was as if I didn't want money.

Li Xian had heard that after the collapse of the Soviet Union, Russia's industrial base was unbalanced, with complete heavy industry but extremely weak light industry, but the scene in front of him was not what he thought. No matter how weak the light industry is, why is this so?

Those who know that this is trade, and those who don't know think that it is primitive people grabbing boxed lunches!

The train stayed at this small station for more than 40 minutes, and by the time the train started again, many of the things brought by the old man on the train were already empty.

Seeing this, he slapped his thigh.

it, it's a loss.

I knew my buddies were also bringing hundreds of down jackets!

Seeing the annoyance on Li Xian's face, Xu Maohe on the side smiled, "Don't worry, this is all a small fight." Wait until you get to Chita, Ulan-Ude, Irkutsk, you can take a look. That's the fucking thrill!"

More than six hours later, the train arrived at Chita.

Li Xian has heard of this place, and remembers that in the past few years, there was a mysterious military exercise here, and Russian netizens with good things made a thermal imaging "zombie incident" video came out, which caused a sensation and caused panic, and it was later confirmed that it was fake.

But now, there are no military bases or nuclear power plants in this place, just a small industrial city on the Russian frontier.

When the train arrived at the station, it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening, the temperature was frighteningly low, Li Xian was wrapped in a woolen military coat and felt that his back was swishing cold, and he felt that the breath exhaled immediately turned into ice, and the tip of his nose was uncomfortably cold.

But the station outside is unusually hot.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a market rather than a station;

Rows of containers lined the lanes, with wires pulled inside, brightly lit, and black-pressed crowds waiting there.

Xu Mao, who had not moved the goods, beckoned to his men, and everyone worked together to lift down the big bag that was as tall as one person and was compacted. Xu Maohe walked directly to a container without saying a word, paid $200 in rent, and then opened the package.

What is the concept of 500 down jackets and bags beaten with a press?

The knife cut a hole here, and the down jacket inside was like popcorn, and it spread out with a "bang".

Seeing that the container had an owner, a large number of people gathered around. There are Russians and Chinese, but these people are not buyers, but translators. Xu Maohe casually picked out a Chinese man with black-framed glasses and a gray down jacket in the crowd, lit a cigarette and stood in front of the stall by himself.

After a while, some people who looked like real buyers arrived. There was a chatter in front of the stalls.

"Boss, he asked if it was okay to exchange 2,000 binoculars for your batch of down jackets. As a Russian in a military coat arrived at the booth and spoke, the interpreter immediately asked Xu Maohe.

"Let him stay where he is cool!"

Casually replied, Xu Maohe smiled at Li Xian, "Brother, this is the Chita Market, here, your goods are priceless, barter!

Looking at the bustling crowd in front of him and the noisy conversations in front of the various stalls, Li Xian believed it.

It didn't take long for a Russian businessman to reach an agreement with Xu Maohe. Just because the process of communication was too ink, Li Xian focused his attention elsewhere. By the time he came back, Xu Maohe had already asked his guy to seal the warehouse.

"Hey, what is it?"

Li Xian hurriedly asked.

Xu Maohe smiled, stretched out two fingers, and made a scissor hand: "Twenty Urals." Day fucking, it's not easy to get back. ”

Li Xian and Wang Tiecheng's jaws dropped.

Ural, that is, Russia's Urals motorcycle, although this old guy is a product of the fifties and sixties, but because of the classic structure and superior performance, it can run at a speed of more than 100 miles at high speed.

When he bought the Happiness 250 before, Li Xian saw this car at the motorcycle dealership, and it sold for more than 4,000 yuan in China.

How much are Xu Maohe's down jackets worth? In any quilt factory in Harbin, 100 yuan can make a whole bag! Just these 500 down jackets, Li Xian strongly doubted whether they were worth 500 yuan.

This profit is too big!

Because it was bartering, it was only an agreement now, and the real deal would not end until the other party sent the motorcycle tomorrow.

Xu Maohe asked his subordinates to sit down, and directly took Li Xian and Wang Tiecheng, and followed the translator to the city in a taxi. In the car, Li Xian learned that the translator's name was Huang He, a Chinese who had settled in Russia during the Soviet Union. I used to work as a copy editor in a newspaper, but my life has not been good in the past two years, and I can only find some livelihood in the big market.

In addition to translation, he also used his home as a temporary hotel and rented it out to the grandfather.

At Huang He's house, looking at Huang He's Russian wife with a butt bigger than a chair, and then looking at the photo of the two when they were young, Li Xian was stunned.

This is so deceptive, the degree of distortion is incredible, but the one in the Yellow River who is more like Mao Mei's daughter is quite smart.

Well, bad bamboo shoots are good.

At the dinner table, Xu Maohe munched on dry black bread and asked Li Xian vaguely: "Brother, you are mysterious and secretive, and you don't bring goods here, what kind of business do you want to do?"

At this moment, a rather formal announcement came from the radio next to the dining table. Hearing the content of the radio, Huang He cursed in Russian.

His wife and daughter were helpless.

Li Xian was curious, so he asked, "Brother Huang, what are you talking about?"

"Hey, Gaidar is a moth again. It is said that it is to issue some subscription coupons to no residents, and to buy some factory shares with the coupons. Now that those factories are gone, what's the use of those subscription coupons?"

Hearing this, Li Xian's spirits perked up!

He only knows the general events of the economic shock plan, but he does not know the specific date and process. Hearing this broadcast now, he knows...... The timing of my own arrival is just right!