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Chapter 679 Someone robbed the goods

Yang Geyong was woken up by Aijiang's crying. The little girl was woken up in the morning, and after Xiao Jie wanted to go to her father's bed for a while. This was also her habit, but she suddenly realized that she couldn't get along, and there were more people on the bed.
She thought her father didn't want him anymore, so she burst into tears. When Yang Geyong opened his eyes, he found something strange inside the quilt. He quickly pushed Xuelian to wake her up and told her to go back to sleep.
Xuelian wanted to act coquettishly, but she found that Yang Geyong's eyes were very cold. How could he dare to make a fool of himself? He put on his clothes and went back to his house.
He carried Aijiang to bed and coaxed him for a long time before he could coax him. The little girl lay in her father's arms and slept again.
At this time, Rose had already gotten up to milk and make milk tea. She had learned how to live in the village. The most important thing for Kazakhs to get married is diligence.
The whole family got up to help her clean up the mess of yesterday's cup and plate. It took her a long time to clean up. Yang Geyong gave them three days off, but Rose didn't want to rest, so she told Jiang Buer and went to the company.
Jiang Buer was stunned for a while before he realized that he married a Han girl. Their salary was higher than that of him, so he could not serve the whole family all day long. He had to shake his head and go to the company after eating something.
Today, Sokolov came to pick up the goods again and took his plastic particles to exchange them. This guy has tasted the sweetness, and his products are basically out of stock in China.
But when transported here, you can exchange flour and various daily necessities. If you transport these things back, they not only ensure the basic life of the employees, but also make some money. They are even more useful than rubles.
So, he had to come in person every time, because no one knew the needs of Moscow better than him. In this way, Sokolov changed from the director of a state-owned factory to a professional tyrant.
Seeing Yang Geyong, Sokolov ran over from a distance with his arms wide open: "Yang, my friend. I haven't seen you for a long time. Should you convert the money for entertaining me into goods?"
Yang Geyong curled his lips disdainfully. Why is this guy so shameless? But he doesn't care about him, after all, he has treated him.
"Brother, someone is snatching us scrap iron." Xuelian hurriedly ran back from the market with an anxious look.
Yang Geyong was stunned. Who would compete for scrap iron with him? He has a place to process it, so why did he get it back? Is it also processing it?
Yang Geyong didn't care about greeting Sokolov anymore, so he drove the car and Xuelian to the market. When he arrived at the market door, he saw several trucks parked outside, and Vasily and several others were directing people to load the car.
Seeing Yang Geyong, Vasily looked elsewhere and didn't dare to look at him. This guy was too strong to beat him!
Yang Geyong did not ask him for advice. He could not interfere with the market behavior. Now everyone in the market knows that Yang Geyong collects scrap iron and plastic. So this has become one of the most prosperous trading goods on the market. After all, these things are not money, just pick them up by yourself.
The scrap iron they pulled was basically placed directly on Yang Geyong's stall, and a car would come to pull it. When Yang Geyong walked to his stall, he saw that there was no iron at all. It was all plastic. Another stall not far away was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside.
There were constant sounds coming from the stall, which were shouting in Russian: "Scrap iron is exchanged for supplies, the price is high and the quality is good, and it will be gone if it is too late!"
Yang Geyong squeezed in and saw that there were three people he didn't know, all of them Russians. But even if he didn't know him, he knew that this was Lao Wang's person.
"My RMB is one cent per kilogram. If you want to change things, hurry up and go there. If it is too late, it will be gone!"
Yang Geyong stood outside the crowd and shouted, "If you do the first day of the lunar month, I will do the fifteenth day of the lunar month. I don't believe that you can be better than me when fighting a price war."
Sure enough, this voice immediately worked. Merchants seek profit. Especially this kind of cross-border trade, which does not even have feelings, and whoever gives the price is given to them.
Everyone returned to Yang Geyong's stall. There were not many retail investors, and they were lazy there, so they just picked up some things to buy and transported them to exchange for some daily necessities. If this was in China, it would definitely spread to the public within a week. Even the sewer cover would be locked down and reversed the market.
Yang Geyong is actually not angry because he is so angry. It is because the price of steel in the market is getting higher and higher. The current price of steel ingots has reached 2,000 per ton.
Scrap iron smelting actually does not suffer much, because infrastructure blast furnaces are better and have purification procedures. Therefore, there will be some losses. If it is a soil refining furnace, there will be basically no loss.
Since the price of finished products is high, it is also necessary to increase the price of raw materials. After all, the scrap iron nearby has been almost picked up, and now people from neighboring countries have to go farther places to pick up these. The cost of driving a ox cart or driving a truck will definitely be higher.
Seeing that the person returned to his stall, Yang Geyong nodded with satisfaction. He had to tell Akkelie about this, after all, he was still his largest supplier. The price he gave him had to rise.
When Yang Geyong walked out of the market, Lao Wang stared at him with a sad expression. The grudges between the two of them have been a day or two, and Yang Geyong is too lazy to pay attention to him.
"Aren't you afraid of no profit when you raise prices like this?" He was too lazy to pay attention to Lao Wang, but he didn't expect that Lao Wang would question him instead.
Yang Geyong smiled slightly: "Damn it, you can raise the price, why can't I do it? If you have the ability, please continue to raise the price and see which of us can waste it?"
Yang Geyong is really not a big deal. He has 2,000-ton steel ingots, and scrap iron has increased to only 200-ton. How could he not dare to raise the price of such a difference?
Moreover, the infrastructure company has its own power station or a water conservancy power station. This kind of power station has almost no cost. Who is afraid of whom when fighting a price war?
"You..., don't regret it!" Lao Wang gritted his teeth and turned around and left.
Yang Geyong shouted from behind: "If you have the ability, just be troubled. Just knowing that threats are useless."
When he returned to the company, since he had decided to raise the price, Yang Geyong decided to go to Akkelie once. This time, Lao Wang's appearance sounded the alarm for him.
There is currently a serious shortage of steel in China. Today, Lao Wang appears, and there will naturally be Lao Zhang and Lao Li in the future. If you want to monopolize this industry, the most important factor is price.
So, this time I need to go over and have a good talk with Akkre and comfort him. After all, Akkre is the largest scrap iron supplier in Kazakhstan.
Although Akkelie was supported by himself, he was not his slave after all. It is impossible for a customer who had high prices to sell it, so he must sell it to himself with a low price.
Chapter completed!
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