Chapter 1339 This is not making money, this is picking up money

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The sound of wheels and rails colliding underfoot was heard, and the carriage swayed gently, making it feel like riding a boat when turning corners.

The smell in the carriage is not pleasant, including the pungent smell of cigarette smoke, the choking smell of spicy cabbage, the musty smell of clothes that have not been washed for a few days, the sour smell of sweaty feet, and the body odor that can make people faint due to the squeaking of fur.

...In short, staying here is just looking for trouble for yourself.

In this environment, people in the corridor outside the box were chatting enthusiastically.

"Brother, where are you from?"

"Beijing Changping."

"Beijing is so far away from our Nagada."

"Where are you from?"

"Jiamusi, Heilongjiang."

"It's far enough, so you're also going to Russia on this train?"

"Well, I heard you can make a lot of money there."

Passengers around looked at each other and smiled.

"You can make money, but it depends on what's in short supply there. Just last month, those people who were selling sandals and fans made a lot of money. I heard that each of them made at least this amount on that trip.

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The man from Changping, Beijing, held out two fingers.

On this train to Moscow, two fingers represent not two hundred, not two thousand, but twenty thousand.

"What's this? I know a friend who sells instant noodles for trains and makes hundreds of thousands or millions of profits every time." Someone boasted.

"Packaging train leather? This thing is not something that ordinary people can handle. Your friend...has an unusual background, right?"

The man said proudly: "That's right."

"Since you have such great friends, why are you still crowding into this carriage with us, which is like entering a vegetable market?"

One sentence stopped the person who was bragging just now.

Fortunately, a voice came from the front to help him out.

"The train has arrived, Ulan-Ude."

"Ulan-Ude has arrived."

As soon as they heard the name of Ulan-Ude, those who were chatting, eating melon seeds, eating bread, and playing cards... all of these people put down their things, found their own packages, and took out various things from it.

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There are jeans and shirts imported from Guangzhou, tapes and recorders purchased in Shenzhen, porcelain from Jiangxi, expensive leather jackets and cheap keychains, toothbrushes, batteries...

As soon as the train stopped, the windows rolled down, and local businessmen swarmed in, bargaining in Chinese mixed with Russian while handing over wads of rubles.

Clothes and food are the best-selling items, but because there are more people reselling these things, the profit margin is also reduced, but no matter what, it is much better than setting up stalls in China.

That's right, dumping light industrial products to the north is basically picking up money.

And this group of people had a name in the early 1990s - International Bankers.

Reselling electronic equipment, clothing, leather goods, etc. from Shenzhen and Guangzhou to the mainland is a good income in the eyes of ordinary working-class people, but for these international businessmen who go to Russia to do business, it is just a small effort, let alone making money.

Yes, there are still people who exchange daily necessities for weapons and equipment.

"Qiqi, help me get the cargo, which is the red suitcase under the seat, hurry up."

Outside the car window, He Jiangsheng shouted loudly inside.

Qiao Qiqi forced out half of her face and pointed at herself to the people outside.

"What are you still doing? Come on, by the way, tell your brother to take good care of our things." He Jiangsheng became anxious when he saw that he was lingering and not moving.

Qiao Qiqi looked back at Lin Yue and saw that he was silent. She bent down and pulled out the large suitcase from under the bed. She walked out of the train carriage carrying it with both hands and came to the platform outside. At this time, several locals were holding cigarettes in their mouths.

People came over from the side.

He Jiangsheng roared and spoke a few words in Russian.

The bearded man in the middle winked at his companion, turned around and went elsewhere.

Qiao Qiqi pulled the suitcase and walked to He Jiangsheng: "Uncle He, this is you..."

"Open, open, hurry up."

"oh."

Qiao Qiqi found the zipper puller and pulled it, then lifted the lid. What appeared in front of her eyes were large bundles of lighters. A rough estimate showed that there were thousands of lighters.

"Just a little bit." He Jiangsheng said to the white man with tall cheekbones opposite him.

"No, Mr. He's credit is fine." After saying that, he winked at the young man standing behind him, took the red suitcase away, and then took out a wad of banknotes and handed them to He Jiangsheng.

Qiao Qiqi recognized that they were U.S. dollars, not rubles.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate." He Jiangsheng stretched out his hand and shook the white man's hand, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Qiao Qiqi was in a daze because he was still thinking about what just happened. There should be ten 100 dollar bills. More than 1,000 US dollars would be 6,000 yuan when converted into RMB. This is still the official price. If you get it on the black market...

When He Jiangsheng went to get the goods, he was forced by Qiao Yicheng to go with him. He knew very well that the price of a lighter was only a few cents, but when he came to Russia, the price of a lighter increased more than ten times.

"Qiqi, don't stand there stupidly. Let's go. If you don't move, the car will leave."

He Jiangsheng took out a hundred-denomination note from the pile of money and stuffed it into his pocket.

Qiao Qiqi suddenly woke up and quickly refused.

"Uncle He, this is too much, I can't have it, I can't have it..."

He is simple, not stupid, and he also knows that this banknote is equivalent to a month's income of a working-class family. For a child like him who is still in school, it can be regarded as a huge sum of money.

"Take it, if it weren't for your elder brother, I would still be a beggar in Youfang Lane that attracts people's attention."

Although He Jiangsheng today does not have a suit or a brand-name suit, from his temperament to his conversation, no one would think that he is an ordinary person. At least he is a successful boss.

Qiao Qiqi blinked, not sure what this meant. Didn't the eldest brother bring him to see the world? They were obviously fooling around with He Jiangsheng. How could it be that without the eldest brother, there would be no He Jiangsheng?

"Don't run, stop, stop...my wallet, my goods..."

Just when he was thinking about the above problem, almost a hundred meters away from his position, a man in long sleeves was chasing two white men. Qiao Qiqi recognized them at a glance as the men who had been killed by He Jiangsheng before.

Scared away locals speaking in Russian.

The key is that the conductors on the platform were indifferent to the robbery under their noses, and neither helped arrest the people nor called the police.

Just as Qiao Qiqi was about to shout to catch the thief, a man wearing sunglasses walking behind him on his right touched his arm: "Don't meddle in other people's business."

"But……"

He was just beginning to speak when he suddenly heard a man with a scar on his hand less than a meter away on the left say: "It's better to rely on Brother He. None of those guys dare to come over and cause trouble."

Another person echoed: "That is, who dares to disturb Tai Sui's head, for fear that they will lose their lives and lose their lives."

Qiao Qiqi glanced at Uncle He who was walking in front with confusion, wondering what was going on.

The man who had just advised him not to meddle in other people's business said, "Little brother, is this your first time going north with Boss He?"

Qiao Qiqi nodded.

"No wonder." The man said with a clear look: "I heard from people that half a year ago, Boss He went north to sell goods for the first time, and the site at his feet was robbed by a few locals. As a result, the locals the next day

Their heads were beheaded and thrown into the ice and snow, and everyone in their family was also killed. A note was left on the spot, which said, 'Death to the robbers.' Afterwards, the locals refused to accept it and suspected that the Chinese hired the gangsters here.

In order to take revenge on the gangsters on the train, three days later, more than 200 people in that village died overnight. They were all assassinated. Only a northeastern woman who married a local and her child survived.

The local police searched and searched but couldn't find any clues. In the end, they had no choice but to let it go. Since then, no one dared to take advantage of Boss He, and our business has become much easier.

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Qiao Qiqi glanced at He Jiangsheng, with a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

The male protagonist in the story seemed to notice the conversation between the two, and turned around and glared: "Little Baotou, what are you making up? You didn't realize that Qiqi is still young. What should I do if I scare him?"

"Hahaha, just kidding."

The man in sunglasses laughed and followed his companion onto the train.

Qiao Qiqi and He Jiangsheng returned to the box where the sleepers were.

Lin Yue folded the newspaper in his hand and glanced at the two of them: "Back?"

He Jiangsheng nodded, walked to the opposite side and sat down, picked up the small tin can on the dining table, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of wine.

Qiao Qiqi dug into his pocket and took out the one hundred dollars He Jiangsheng gave him: "Brother, this is from Uncle He."

Lin Yue said: "If he gives it to you, just keep it."

"But...but this..."

Lin Yue understood what he meant. One hundred dollars was definitely a huge amount of money in the hands of a minor: "Didn't you help him carry his luggage? There is no free lunch in this world."

Qiao Qiqi looked at He Jiangsheng, then at Lin Yue, and found that neither of them took the money in his hand seriously. She could only put the money back into her pocket with worry, and carefully sat down at the end of the bed.

Lin Yue ignored him, looked at He Jiangsheng and said, "Uncle He, do you know what we are here for this time? Look at these big and small bags, the whole box is almost full."
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