According to the agreement I made with Roman before I went to Irkusco, Roman was waiting for me at 9 o'clock in the morning at the downstairs of the youth apartment. After I got in the car, Roman asked me about the trip to Irkusko, and I talked about it in general. Roman said: "It's like this in Russia, everything you do must have a relationship and a background, otherwise it will be difficult to survive, either today this one will trouble you or tomorrow the one will find you trouble, all institutions are very **." Even though I have a Caucasian background in my restaurant, I still have to spend a lot of money every year to shop around. "I'm starting to get a feel for that. I asked Roman: "I heard that a wholesale market for Chinese is opened in Novosibirsk, do you know where?" Roman replied: "I don't know this very well, I'll help you ask later, all the markets in Novosibirsk must have the shadow of the Casses behind them." ”

While doing acupuncture for Roman's parents, he heard Roman make a phone call in Georgia in the living room, and soon heard the phone ring, and Roman picked up the phone and said a few words in Georgian. Tamaz asked me: "Peng, is there a Chinese market in Novosibirsk?" Just now I heard Roman on the phone asking about the Chinese market? I replied, "I just heard about it, so I'll ask Roman to help me ask." Tamaz said: "It's a good thing to have the Chinese market, but I'm afraid it won't last long, and the police here are very taxy, depending on the background of the market owner." So I told about my trip to Irkusko, about the suburban wholesale market in Irkusco and about Colonel Alexei, and Tamaz said: "The fate of these veterans who came back from the war in Afghanistan is very tragic, the war is questioned by the people, and the veterans come back without flowers and heroic honors. The Soviet government at that time was already in crisis, and did not make good arrangements for these veterans who came back from hell, many of them with injuries, and these people could not even find a job to make ends meet after the collapse of the Soviet Union. These veterans banded together to form their own organizations, and the government was very afraid of their troubles, so they tried to compromise with them. "I think that the organization of Afghan veterans is also similar to that of the mafia, and it is no wonder that Colonel Alexei is so good, saying that if you occupy a block, you will occupy a place.

When I was drinking tea in the living room after the acupuncture treatment, Roman told me: "Peng, I just asked, there is an Azerbaijani place where an abandoned dormitory building has been renovated and batched, there are some Chinese in it, if you are interested, I will take you to see it later." Tamaz asked: "Does this Azerbaijani have any background?" Roman replied: "I heard that the immigration and police departments were bought, and there was Caucasian support. I said, "I know that there are some such Chinese wholesale buildings in Moscow, which are markets during the day and dormitories at night."

After drinking tea, Roman drove me to the China Wholesale Building. The wholesale building is a small five-story building, located not far from the Ob River wharf, but I didn't expect it to be very close to where I live, just a few stops away. Novosibirsk is a river-heavy city, and water transportation is very developed, and the wholesale warehouse is also in a well-developed transportation position here. The wholesale building looks a little dilapidated on the outside, and it should have fallen into disrepair and been abandoned by the government or the factory. Several Soviet cars were parked in the open space at the entrance, several Russians and Chinese pulled trolleys in and out of the batch building, and two security guards in black uniforms stood at the door.

I said to Roman, "I'll go in and see for myself, you don't have to wait for me." Roman said, "I'm not busy right now, I'll go in with you and have a look." "After parking the car, we walked into the wholesale building together, and as soon as we entered the building, we smelled a familiar smell, which was the smell of Master Kong's braised beef noodles that I had not seen for a long time. The structure of the building is similar to the youth apartment where I live, the doors of some rooms are open, some rooms are closed, and the doors are written in Russian, leather jackets, down jackets, cotton jackets, cotton gloves, etc., and I look through the open door, and the walls of the open rooms are covered with rows of low-grade clothes, and there are large bags piled up on the ground. In some rooms, two or three Chinese were playing cards, in the corridor there were some Russians carrying packs or pulling carts watching from house to house, and from time to time someone in the room greeted Russians passing by the door with large bags and carts, and I thought that money and goods might be being traded in those closed rooms. We walked around the first floor, did not enter the room where the goods were sold, and no one took care of us, maybe it was all Chinese here, they were used to Chinese, so they ignored me, maybe we didn't look like we were buying goods, so no one paid attention to us. We walked to the door and asked the security guard how many floors are there for the market? The security guard replied that the first to fifth floors were all markets, and I asked if anyone lived here. The security guard replied that very few rooms were occupied. So we went up to the second floor, and the situation on the second floor was similar to the first floor, and the goods were similar to those of each house.

I decided to go into a random house to find out what was going on, so I went into a room with an open door and no Russians to buy goods, and in the room sat a dark, thin middle-aged man, the room was full of those low-grade cotton jackets and tracksuits, and there were several large bags piled up on the floor, and there was a small bed in the corner, and the bed was also covered with goods. When the middle-aged man saw us coming in, he quickly stood up, smiled at us, greeted Roman in broken Russian, and then asked me in Chinese with some Northeast Korean accent: "Are you Chinese?" I nodded and replied; Yes, I am Chinese. Then I asked him, "Are you from the Xian people of Northeast China?" The middle-aged man said: "Yes, I am a Xian from Jilin, and you are also from the Northeast, right?" I nodded, and the middle-aged man asked, "Is this black hairy man with you?" I nodded and replied yes, and the middle-aged man asked again, "Are you taking the goods?" I shook my head and replied, "No, we came to have a look, this is my friend." The middle-aged man's eyes showed a hint of disappointment, and then he said to me, "I don't look like you're dressed like you're taking goods." I was a little curious, so I asked, "Why don't we look like we want to take the goods?" The middle-aged man said: "Occasionally, Chinese students will come here to pick up goods, I know them all, and you look like you were sent by the government." This black haired man knows that he is a rich man as soon as he dresses up, and it seems that he is not one of those old hairy people who set up stalls to sell goods, and the people who come to get the goods are either carrying bags or pulling carts, looking at your empty-handed very leisurely appearance, I also know that you are not taking the goods. "No wonder he walked around and didn't pay attention to us, it seems that this Korean brother is quite observant, and he can see it at a glance.

I decided to have a good chat with this big Korean brother, so I said to Roman: "Roman, I'm going around here, you should go and get busy beforehand." Roman said, "Okay, do you know how to go back yourself?" I said, "Yes, it's not far from me, I'll take the subway back in a while." Roman said, "Well, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning at nine o'clock." After saying that, he shook hands with me and said goodbye, and then shook hands with my big Korean brother to say goodbye.

Seeing that the Korean eldest brother didn't show impatience with me, I first introduced myself: "My name is Dapeng, and I came here on a business trip, what do you call it, big brother?" The Korean elder brother brought me a stool for me to sit on, and when I sat down, he said, "Call me Lao Jin, are you a company engaged in border trade?" I said, "Yes, we have some customers here, and the company sent me to inspect the market." "I deliberately didn't say that we have companies on our side. Lao Jin asked with interest, "What do you all do?" I replied: "The main thing is to do some barter trade with customers, and purchase some steel and chemical raw materials here." Lao Jin asked, "Then what kind of goods are you sending here?" I replied, "It mainly depends on what the customer wants, and it's almost all clothing department stores." Lao Jin gave a thumbs up and said: "You big companies are still powerful, international bosses, we can't compare with you." I smiled and waved my hand and said, "Brother Jin, you are humble, I am just a person who works for the public and gets a salary, and you who are your own bosses can't compare, my annual salary is not as much as what you earn in a month, and I still want to come out and break through by myself." Lao Jin smiled and said: "It's very hard to pour the bag, and I am worried all day long, I am afraid of being stepped on and afraid of being checked by the police, I have no culture, and I am also farming at home, I smuggled to South Korea to work the year before last, and was caught and repatriated, and I owe a lot of money. I asked, "Brother Jin, how is business here?" Lao Jin replied: "This place has not been open for a long time, and the business is okay." I asked, "Is the monthly rent high here?" Is there any police to check? Lao Jin replied: "The rent is not cheap, it costs more than 1,000 US dollars a month, and the boss here has a relationship with the immigration police department, and there is no police to come in to check, which is very safe." I asked, "Do you live here?" Lao Jin replied: "The boss here rents a dormitory building nearby, and I also have a partner, we rent a house there, there are security guards there, and the police will not check passports, and it is inconvenient to live here, but there are also some single people who live here." I then asked, "Did you bring your goods yourself?" Lao Jin said, "I have a younger brother in Bushi, and he delivers the goods to me." I said, "That's good." So how did you find it? Lao Jin said: "I used to sell goods in the market of the cloth market, and then after the opening of this place, someone came to attract investment, I saw that the conditions were not bad, so I came here, and the profit here is much higher than that of the cloth market." ”

At this time, a Russian came in to buy goods, so I got up and said goodbye, and Lao Jin said, "Brother will come and play when he has time." I knew that Koreans liked to drink a lot, so I said, "Okay, I'll come over when I have time, and next time I'll bring wine to you for a drink." Lao Jin was very happy when he heard it: "Okay, I love to drink the most." ”

I learned afterwards that many Russian cities at that time began to have wholesale markets for Chinese, which were basically controlled by the mafia, charging high rents and buying off local police and government officials. There are basically no formal legal procedures in these markets, and some are rented by the Chinese and then subleased to Chinese masters. There are even a lot of Chinese people who are holding tourist visas in these markets for a few years and do not return to China, do not need to go out of the market for food and accommodation, and there are special underground money banks in the market responsible for remittances to the country.

Russia's domestic industrial layout is strictly unbalanced, heavy industry is developed, light industry is almost blank, a small number of domestic goods are cold in the market because of their high prices, and only some traditional goods are still favored by the people, such as felt boots and fur hats that withstand cold invasion. Since the end of the 80s, when the Sino-Russian border was gradually opened to non-governmental trade, China's cheap clothing and light industrial goods have rapidly poured into Russia along with the large army of inverted goods, and these unfortunate people have taken root and blossomed all over Russia. Many of the inverted masters in the Moscow market are the inverted masters of international trains, first mainly Beijingers, and later Fujianese and Zhejiang people replaced Beijing. And the Chinese dumpers in the Chinese wholesale markets in the Far East cities are all slowly infiltrated by those who are at the border crossings, like Wang Fatzi from Irkusco and Lao Jin, a Xian man he met today. These unfortunate men are basically peasants, who know nothing about international trade, and bring in goods of very poor quality. However, at that time, China was still just starting the small workshop processing plant to produce counterfeit and shoddy goods, there is no perfect quality supervision mechanism at all, the guide zhì Chinese goods in Russia from the beginning with the label of inferior quality and low price, although in the Russian market supply order chaos and commodity shortage to fill the market gap, but also make Chinese manufacturing in Russia has been hovering in the low-end market.