Tie Jun also liked dogs very much. He had one when he was a child, but it was lost when Da Zhuang led him up the mountain. After that, his grandma never allowed him to keep one again.
Seeing these two big Soviet reds being so obedient, Tie Jun liked it so much that he walked towards Dasha.
"Where did you hide them? Why didn't you see them yesterday?"
"I went out to work yesterday and just brought it back this morning. You also like dogs. Take it and feed it once, and they will get to know you."
Dasha held a bag in his hand and threw it to Tie Jun while talking. Tie Jun caught it and found it looked like bones. When he opened it, it turned out to be two stick bones.
"They can sing "I am a soldier"!"
"Come on, Tietou, sing with me, I am a soldier, I love the people, let's start!"
A stick bone was shown, and the two dogs gathered around. Tie Jun pointed at the iron head and started singing.
"Woof woof woof woof..."
Tietou immediately screamed, the rhythm was quite good, his two front paws stood up, and the scream was loud. He understood the essence of the military, as long as the voice was loud enough.
Tie Jun laughed loudly, and the bones flew out, and the iron head caught it in one bite, squatting down and chewing on it, while Mu Mu looked at it stupidly and stayed still.
"Wood, go and crawl forward!"
Tie Jun took out the remaining bone and used it for a while. Unexpectedly, the wood immediately fell down and crawled forward quickly.
"Dude, that's awesome!"
Tie Jun gave a thumbs up to Dasha, "That's right!" Dasha stopped his chest, very proud.
"Okay, come back!"
Mu Mu turned around and saw the bone thrown by Tie Jun. He accelerated, jumped up, and bit it all at once. He was really a good dog.
After playing with the two dogs for more than ten minutes, Tie Jun seemed to be the second owner. Tietou and Mumu took turns hugging Tie Jun.
After breakfast, everyone loaded up the car together. Yelena and Liuba mysteriously pulled Tie Jun aside and said they were going to do something. Tie Jun nodded.
After the two left for a while, all the goods were loaded into the car. Dasha waved his hand, and the four large trucks left the manor and drove wildly all the way to the big market.
Although Tie Jun came here for the first time, he knew this market very well. In his previous life, he had investigated cases and compiled information about this market. He especially had a very good memory.
The market was called Izmailo. Later, the Chinese adopted the homophony and it became the famous "An Ant" market.
There is a deviation from the material recorded by Tiejun. There is no "China" composed of containers, and there is no roof. It is a large open-air square.
There were also people who came earlier than Tiejun and others, and were setting up stalls, including Vietnamese, Chinese, Turks, and Estonians.
Cars kept coming in to unload and arrange goods, and the market became more and more lively. Half an hour later, all the sellers were in place and the market opened.
Dasha walked around the stalls of the hometown association and came back and said that a Chinese restaurant had opened and it was also owned by the hometown association. He had to rush to cut the ribbon.
After Dasha left, Zhang Hai reminded him that if the price was high, he would mainly wait for the big customers to come in at noon to get a quick deal, so that everyone would have peace of mind.
Jianguo asked what a big customer was, and Zhang Hai said that a public servant opened a factory, mine, or restaurant, and in short had a large number of people under his command.
Tie Jun told Sister Li and the others that he would go around casually for now. They all regarded Tie Jun as their boss and knew that he was planning a big deal, so they nodded with a smile.
After going around in a circle, Tie Jun roughly figured out the composition of the market merchants and their products.
The largest number are Chinese, occupying the most conspicuous position, mainly selling clothing, supplemented by small daily necessities, and occasionally canned food.
The Vietnamese sell cheap haberdashery, plastic flowers, slippers, plastic toys, and some clothing, all of which are foreign garbage.
The Soviet natives displayed watches, coats, razors, matryoshka dolls and other Soviet products, and many of the buyers were Chinese trespassers.
There are also Turks, who only sell leather clothing. Their styles, materials, and workmanship are not inferior to those of French and Italian leather clothing, but the prices are much lower.
There is also a long strip selling handicrafts, paintings, calligraphy, and antiques. People from all over the place sell them. These are quite fresh, and Tie Jun walked around for a long time.
At the end of 1990, the ruble had not depreciated wildly. It was about 1 yuan = 4 rubles and 1 US dollar = 20 rubles. A year later, it had depreciated 100 times.
Therefore, others don’t know the speed at which this roller coaster descends, but Tie Jun, the reborn person, knows it. How to use it depends on the method.
Prime Minister Tie Jun fell in love with those Turkish cotton jackets, which were half-length, could be cinched at the waist, and had fox collars. They became very popular in the Northeast in a few years, and each one cost 4,000 to 5,000 yuan.
Tie Jun chatted for a long time in front of a Turkish jacket stall that was the largest, most complete, and of the best quality. The fat lady sitting inside could speak Russian.
Everyone knows that the Turks are cunning and treacherous, and the Iron Army bargained hard with the idea that they did not dare to offend the Chinese bad guys.
The three thin Turkish men with thin beards quickly ignored Tie Jun, probably thinking that he was here to make trouble.
The fat lady is very enthusiastic, and most likely she feels that she is flirting with an oriental beauty. If everything goes well, they can continue to chat at night.
Soon, Tiejun set the lowest price. The price of leather clothing in Moscow was 1,500 rubles per piece, which is equivalent to less than 400 soft girls.
So, in China, such a leather garment must be sold in a large shopping mall for more than 3,000 yuan, which is more than 10,000 rubles.
The fat lady also said that the best people in the Soviet Union were the Chinese businessmen. They were so crowded with leather clothes that they had to sell them for 5,000 rubles to make money.
But Chinese tycoons sell them for as little as 3,000 rubles, and some even dare to lower the price when they get a lot of goods.
Tiejun ridiculed them for being too dark and selling for too high a price. How could the Soviets have the money to buy high-end goods now? They would have to sell them at a loss.
The fat ladies saw their men running away to smoke cigarettes, and stretched out their fat breasts to hug Tie Jun's neck. Tie Jun did not hesitate to be taken advantage of for information.
After hearing what she said, Tie Jun felt pity for them. It turned out that they had to pay two amounts of money, one for the Maozi policemen and one for the skinheads.
Tiejun endured his nausea and asked them if they could send the goods to China. The fat lady shook her head like a rattle and said it could only go here.
Tie Jun asked again what price he could give him if the quantity was large. The fat lady thought about it and said 2,000 rubles a piece.
Tie Jun knew it well, asked for her contact information, and ran away quickly. The fat lady behind him laughed with satisfaction.
While walking back, I thought about it. If I open a boutique in Bingcheng, specializing in furs and high-end underwear, the business will definitely be very good.
What needs to be solved now is transportation. First, international trade channels, and the establishment of import and export trading companies as soon as possible.
The first is to spend money on smuggling in Suifenhe. It was easy for the Soviet Union to handle it. If this is the case, it depends on whether the big brother Tie Biao in China can handle it.
When I returned to my stall, I sold 10 leather jackets for 3,200 rubles each, totaling 800, which was an absolute huge profit.
After looking at the leather jackets at other stalls, the workmanship and leather quality were much worse than his own. Tie Jun said to Jianguo: "If it's 4,000 rubles less, I won't sell it."
Jianguo was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, Tie Jun waved his hand, "Forget it, you make the decision yourself!" He raised his legs and sat on the big bag.
Tie Jun knew very well that if he wanted these four brothers to work with him wholeheartedly, he had to let them know that only by relying on him could they make big money.
This is also called making a fortune by relying on brains, and he has to let them know that what he values is their strength, not their hard work, not their wooden heads.