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

There are three major businesses now: one is Sergey's lumber business, and the other two are the Black Bear Gang's steel business and fertilizer business.

The largest volume of business is the timber business. Every three days, there must be a convoy coming. Liu Qingshan really doubts that these guys will cut them all into barren mountains.

However, the logs were all dry and had apparently been cut down for some time.

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

There was no way, Liu Qingshan could only find those professional lumberjacks, and piled the large logs in the open space outside their warehouse.

This process, there is a professional term called guilleng.

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

Therefore, the local people later extended the term Guileng to make people docile and honest, also called Guileng.

The steel business and the fertilizer business are basically once a week, and the fertilizer takes time to produce; the steel also needs the black bears to collect.

In addition to these large-scale transactions, Zhang Long and the others also divided the personnel into three groups, and went to the big island to conduct scattered transactions every day.

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

The key is that Longteng Company has already made a name for itself in the opposite cloth market.

No amount of money can buy this hidden value.

The originally depressed city of cloth has become prosperous because of the border trade with the other side of the Amur River.

Not only that, but also businessmen from the surrounding cities are also moving to the cloth city.

Businessmen from places like Khabarovsk, the largest city in the Far East, called Boli in Chinese, and Komsomolsk in Amur, and Vladivostok, called Vladivostok in Chinese, have been pouring into the city.

The commercial atmosphere of the city is also getting stronger and stronger, and business opportunities are everywhere.

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On this day, Liu Qingshan led Li Tie, Li Tieniu, and Hou San, a group of four, each carrying a small bag, passed the border inspection smoothly, 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 market.

Of course, with the exception of the official negotiators, who have been there long ago.

Hou San muttered: No wonder Maozi can bring all the guns. I threw a handful of bubble gum at the security officers. They let us go without even looking at our passports.

As the saying goes, from the small to the big, there has been chaos in the Soviet Union, especially after the woodcutter came to power.

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

As for the visa on arrival and the like, that's a matter of 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.

The cloth market is on the riverside, and the group quickly entered the city.

Twenty or thirty meters in front of them, Ivanov walked slowly, and he was leading the way for Liu Qingshan and others.

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

The city of cloth is still 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 wrapped in coats and hurrying.

Many of them cast curious glances at 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 it is the first time that they have seen tourists from the other side.

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

You have to go in there and see what's in the store.

The four of them walked in, but they came out soon, all of them looked strange: most of the daily necessities and canned food sold in the store were actually produced in China.

Even the vast majority were circulated here from Liu Qingshan and the others.

It is estimated that without their products to fill the facade, 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 come to the brink of collapse.

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

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

The business seemed to be going well. Liu Qingshan stood there observing for less than ten minutes, and the guy's bag was empty.

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

Then, two Maozi came up and said something.

Tie Niu, they want to buy the down jacket you are wearing for 80 rubles. Hou San acted as an interpreter beside him.

Okay, if you give me one hundred rubles, I'll almost sell it. Li Tieniu was really tempted.

While talking, while taking off his clothes, Liu Qingshan was just about to stop it. Don't catch a cold in this cold weather. It's not worth it for 180 rubles.

As a result, I saw that Li Tie Niu's down jacket was still wearing one. No wonder he was bulging today.

One of the hairs handed over a hundred rubles, and Li Tieniu happily took it in his hand, then took off another one, and shook at the other hairy: Aren't you going to bring one?

Liu Qingshan is considered a suit, this guy is still wearing a leather jacket.

They got tourist visas and couldn't bring too much cargo. Unexpectedly, Li Tie Niu could come up with such a method.

If this is summer, put on a piece of sportswear, at least ten pieces.

A few years later, many people use this trick to sell clothing because they don't have to pay taxes.

Unexpectedly, Li Tieniu became the founder of this line.

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 went into a few different shops, and gradually found out that there is no shortage of staple food here in the cloth market.

Even the shortage of non-staple food and daily necessities shows 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 was talking, but there was really nothing to buy.

Only Li Tieniu spent ten rubles and bought a plug-in shaver. It was easy to use and easy to use, but the movement was a bit loud, and it was chaotic, and it caught up with the small four wheels.

Hou San's voice was louder, maybe Ivanov in front heard it too, he turned in front of him, turned for a while, and came to a pedestrian street.

It turns out that they also have an antique market here.

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

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

Li Tie Niu looked around in front of his big eyes: Are the old coats and broken boots also antiques?

Liu Qingshan smiled: To be precise, this place should be called a flea market. Let's take a stroll, maybe we will come across something we like.

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

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

On a piece of flannel, there are medals of different shapes, twenty or thirty pieces.

The stall owner said enthusiastically and enthusiastically, probably introducing the origin of these medals.

He said it was all left by grandpa. Hou San translated from the side.

You should keep it as a souvenir, these all represent glory. Li Tie said to the stall owner seriously.

The guy smiled hehe: The glory has passed, so I can only use these rubbish to exchange for Daliba. Of course, it is even more wonderful to exchange for Wotgar.

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

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

When the guy saw the white wine, his eyes lit up immediately, he bit off the bottle cap, took a sip, and then stretched out his hand to Liu Qingshan, mumbling something in his mouth.

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

Now, the most popular way to eat is this: soak a bowl of instant noodles, take a bite of ham, and drink a mouthful of Laobaigan.

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

So much so that in the current cloth market, more and more people are learning to drive.

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

The guy immediately looked like a monkey in a hurry, and fumbled for a while in his coat pocket. This time he took out a relatively large medal and shouted:

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

Hearing that this guy actually started to open his mouth, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but look at the medal more, the more he looked, the more familiar he felt.

So he waved to Hou San: Give it to him.

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

Aren't we being deceived? Hou San had also been in the market and knew some of the ways inside.

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

With such unworthy descendants, his ancestors might really lift the coffin and jump out and shoot him down.

Is this thing very valuable? Hou San also understood.

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

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

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

However, Liu Qingshan and the others are not very interested in those second-hand goods.

Gentlemen, you must like this, natural amber, formed billions of years ago, has mysterious powers.

A man who was as thin as Hou San's, 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 a honey-like color and a smooth surface like wax. It's just beeswax.

Of course, on the other side, there is no name for beeswax, which is collectively referred to as amber.

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

Although he really wanted it, Liu Qingshan still shook his head: Friend, your amber is not transparent, and there is no ancient creature in it, so it is of little value.

He said this mainly to test whether the guy on the opposite side knows how to do it.

It turns out that the guy himself is indeed a stick, and after blinking his small eyes twice: Can I change a bottle of vodka?

If you want, be a friend.

Liu Qingshan was overjoyed, and asked Li Tie Niu to hand him a bottle of white wine and two ham sausages, and wrapped the 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 Bhutan, but the result was greatly unexpected.

After thinking about it, Liu Qingshan also understood: 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 with them.

It's just that most of these gangsters are rough, they don't know the goods at all, and all the good things have been ruined by them.

The skinny monkey-like trader also took a sip of wine, and then said to Liu Qingshan and the others: I have a lot of this amber in my house, do you still want it?

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 home is a little far from here, let's go there together.

Unfamiliar with the place, Hou San hesitated, so he looked at Liu Qingshan and waited for the boss to make up his mind.

Liu Qingshan looked at the thin monkey, and then secretly looked at Ivanov who was not far in front of him. Seeing that he waved his hands again and again, he also understood that there was something tricky in it, and he couldn't go.

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

No other good things were found, but Li Tieniu had two picture frames under his arms, which contained two oil paintings.

Liu Qingshan doesn’t know what’s good or bad. Anyway, it’s cheap. Two paintings can be exchanged with a bottle of wine and ten ham sausages. Just like the ones picked up by Bai, they can be hung in the company’s office and can also be used as a facade.

Out of the pedestrian street, I am 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, as well as the skinny monkey who had just sold them beeswax, gestured towards Liu Qingshan and the others and said something.

Mummy, this guy really has a problem.

Hou San cursed in his mouth, and then saw the big men all around, all clenching their fists and looking at them maliciously.

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

What a coward.

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