Volume 5: The Age of Storms Chapter 0643 Su Fengqi
The school beauty found a place to make a phone call, and Nan Yi called Luo Qianqian.
"Captain Luo, what are you doing?"
Luo Qianqian: "It's you, what else can you do, investigate the case."
"Oh, you've worked hard. Let's get together someday when you're free."
“Wait…”
Luo Qianqian fell into a brief silence.
"There's time for dinner the day after tomorrow."
"I can't do it the day after tomorrow. Let's change another day."
"Then it will be noon on the 19th."
"Okay, it's settled."
While Nan Yi was on the phone, three people were meeting in a park called Longyuan in Huichun, a northeastern border city.
"Shennong Nanliang Group Su Ceke, Kang Xiuming."
"Scarlett Food Group R Team, Pavlyuchenko."
"The bad guys group is dispatching a special team, Park Jung-hwan."
"Comrade."
"Dawasili."
"Tomu."
As the comrades shouted, three hot right hands clasped together.
"Comrades, where are you two going?" Kang Xiuming asked.
"pioneer."
“Vladivostok.”
"I'm luckier than you. I've reached my destination. Brother Park, the place you're going to is the most dangerous. Please take care of yourself and have a safe journey."
"Yes, Dawasili, next time we meet, I will treat you to the best vodka."
Macap Island, Nan's Vault No. 109.
Scarlett and Liang Huiwen looked at each other, and Scarlett shouted the countdown, "Three, Two, One, Now!"
As Scarlett finished speaking, the two of them twisted the keys in their hands at the same time.
As the key turned, the door of the vault was powered on, with a few crackling sounds at first, followed by a click.
"Open the door."
Johnny waved his hand, and several members of the Peace Dove team came forward and pushed the door open.
As soon as the door was opened, Liang Huiwen led Scarlett into the vault, "Madam, there are a total of 520 tons of gold here. In Chinese, 520 means 'I Love You'. Nansheng asked me to tell you that this gold was deposited on May 20, 1982, but it was not actually deposited."
"Ha, what a poor way of showing affection." Scarlett chuckled and said, "Liang, are you going to betray Adam just like that?"
"Not really. Nansheng told me that Madam wouldn't fall for it," Liang Huiwen said.
"He is wise. Here is all the gold owned by the Intelligence Committee?"
"Madam, I don't know. Nansheng only told me about the existence of this batch of gold a month ago." Liang Huiwen handed a folder to Scarlett, "Madam, please sign the document after you have counted it."
"Hmm." Scarlett nodded and said, "Liang, how about calling the bank Vasily Bank?"
"Nansheng meant Caucasian Bank."
"No, I think Vasily is better. Yes, it should be called Vasily Bank."
"Since Madam thinks the name Vasily is good, then use it. I believe Nansheng will agree with it."
"Ahaha, Adam is not good at naming."
Nan Yi pressed the pager, looked at the caller ID, picked up the phone and called.
"Where?"
"It's at home. This is the public phone at the entrance of the alley. I forgot to pay the bill for the phone at home."
"Got it. Wait."
After hanging up the phone and settling the bill, Nan Yi went to Men Saner's house.
When he arrived at Men Saner's house, Nan Yi only saw Men Saner leaning against the wall with his buttocks stuck on a low stool. There was no Japanese lover beside him.
"Where's your honey fruit?"
"I'm tired of it. Give her freedom and let her fly away." Men Saner said lazily.
"You're awesome." Nan Yi gave him a thumbs up and took a bench to sit next to Men San'er. "I have a meeting tonight, so let's talk business first and talk nonsense another day."
"Okay, you go ahead."
"In 1985, Clymham Palace issued a prohibition order. As soon as the anti-alcohol campaign began, sugar began to disappear from the market. Sugar was hidden away by those who had the means.
First it was white sugar, then it spread to hard candy, and then any kind of sugar was not spared. Do you know why the Soviet revisionists are grabbing sugar?"
"This is easy. Just brew some wine secretly at home." Men Saner said casually.
"Yes, brewing wine. The Soviet revisionists lack sugar and even more so wine. But it's too late to do these two businesses. The prohibition on alcohol has already shown signs of loosening."
Scarlett Grain Group has already entered the sugar business. Although it enters through the international bulk trade channel, the profit is not very high.
Nanchen Village has already started the wine business.
Nanchen Village purchased a large amount of low-end liquor, blended it into vodka flavor, and sold it to people from the Soviet revisionists who were doing border trade. The profit was decent, but most of the profit went into the hands of the Soviet revisionists.
"Since it's too late, there's nothing to say."
"Hehe, it seems that you haven't made any progress in the past few years. You are simply unable to draw inferences from one instance. Have you ever thought about why the prohibition of alcohol came into being?" Nan Yi said with a chuckle.
"Food?" Men Saner asked tentatively.
"It should be said that there is a shortage of food and light industrial products." Nan Yi was too lazy to keep Men San'er in suspense, so he explained himself: "Now the lives of ordinary people in the Soviet revisionist countries are no longer as good as before. Now they can only eat coarse flour porridge in the morning and drink instant soup at noon and in the evening.
The only time you can buy expensive goods like sausages and cheese is during New Year and Christmas.
The Soviet revisionists have always attached importance to heavy industry, but not to light industry. Originally, the Soviet revisionists had a vast territory and abundant resources, so there was definitely enough food. Even if they did not attach importance to light industry, there was enough clothing.
But the bad thing lies in the four words "vast land and abundant resources". The Soviet revisionists started to set up collective farms in the late 1920s, and our original people's canteens were learned from them. I don't need to say more about whether it works or not.
In the 1950s, the Soviet revisionists realized that there were many problems with the collective farms, so they gradually transformed some of the collective farms into state-owned farms. By the early 1980s, the number of state-owned farms and collective farms was almost the same.
But will state-owned enterprises work? "
Nan Yi asked himself, and immediately answered himself, "It seems to work. At least in the 1960s and 1970s, the Soviet revisionists lived a luxurious life . Their lives were so comfortable. Many workers could afford cars, travel around the country, and go to sanatoriums.
By the way, there shouldn’t be too many Soviet revisionist sanatoriums. Except for the farmers on the collective farms, almost everyone in the country should have the opportunity to go out for recuperation.
After this convalescence, everyone has become lazy and just does things in a sloppy manner. No matter how much they work, their lives will be just fine.
It was with this idea in mind that the Soviet revisionists from top to bottom began to slack off on their work, especially in transportation, which was almost in a semi-paralyzed state.
I have a general understanding of the output of Soviet revisionist grain and light industrial products. If the transportation and allocation are guaranteed, Soviet revisionism can still ensure sufficient supply of materials. But in reality, Soviet revisionism has begun to import large quantities of grain from outside. The root of this problem lies in the allocation of materials.
The word "adjustment" sounds simple, but it actually involves many aspects and reflects many problems. In my opinion, the Soviet revisionists are rotten to the core. As for the issue of adjustment, they simply cannot handle it in the short term. "
"Nan Yi, according to what you said, the Soviet revisionists will be short of food and light industrial products for at least several years?"
Nan Yi nodded, "Yes, as long as there is a way to transport food, clothing, and cigarettes into the Soviet Union, there will be no problem selling them, and they can be sold at a high price. You have experience in organizing and deploying personnel, so I want you to organize a group of people to register hundreds of trading companies and go to factories across the country to place orders."
"People are easy to deal with, but where is the money?" Men Saner asked.
"I have already discussed this with Weimin, and he agreed to transfer funds from Yama no Mi to domestic banks to mortgage Japanese yen and borrow RMB."
"That's no problem. Withdrawing 17 or 18 billion from the company will not affect normal business operations." Men Saner clapped his hands and said.
"That's enough. You can borrow 500 million RMB. With this money, you can start your business. I'll have someone send you the product catalog tomorrow. You have to read it carefully. There are subtle differences between the sizes of Soviet revisionist clothing and food packaging and ours. Don't make a fool of yourself."
"I say, please don't treat me as a country bumpkin. I knew that when I was at the Materials Bureau." Men Saner said without hesitation.
"Okay, I won't waste my words then." Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "Let's get started quickly. This business should allow us to make a lot of money."
"Okay, I understand."
After finishing his talk, Nan Yi left Men Saner's house.
Nan Yi felt that Men San'er's temper was getting worse and worse, and he was already showing a tendency to become stubborn and self-righteous, while his ability was not growing very obviously. If this continued, bad things might happen.
"Forget it. This is the last time we partner up anyway. From now on we'll just be friends. Apart from the existing common interests, there won't be any new ones." Nan Yi sighed, thinking helplessly.
Time passed quickly as he worked non-stop. Nan Yi just dozed off in the car for a while when his pager rang.
Nan Yi rushed to the restaurant where they had agreed to meet, and walked into the private room, where he saw three people already sitting: Zhou Xiaobing, Li Jin, and another one he had never seen before.
After looking at the person, Nan Yi looked at the table.
There were a total of 12 bottles of Erguotou on the table, just 3 bottles for each person.
"Damn, it's really a huge amount." Nan Yi muttered, then walked over to Li Jin and sat down.
"Brother Zhou, I'm sorry, I'm late."
"It's okay, it's okay. We just got here a while ago." Zhou Xiaobing waved his hand and said cheerfully, "Let me introduce you. This is Li Geng, my vice president. He's nicknamed Little Zhuge. I forgot to introduce him to you in detail yesterday. Actually, I'm the president of Qianguang Industry, a subsidiary of Jinggang."
Nan Yi looked at Li Geng carefully. He should be older than Zhou Xiaobing. He was of medium height, with dark skin, and his face was a little rough, but not bumpy.
"Hello, Vice President Li, I'm Nan Yi."
"Hello, President Nan. I've had the honor of hearing your name before. It's well-known to me."
After shaking hands with Li Geng, Nan Yi felt the cracks, calluses and strength. These were a pair of hands that had been rolling steel bars for many years. Li Geng must have climbed up from the grassroots level of the workshop.
"Vice President Li, you're too polite. I'm not a president right now. I'm just a freeloader at home taking care of the kids. It's more appropriate to call me the director's husband."
"Haha, Nan Yi, you are so funny." Zhou Xiaobing laughed and said, "Now that everyone is here, let's get started. There's no rush for white wine. Let's rinse our mouths with beer first. Waiter, bring two boxes of beer over."
After a while, two waiters came in, each carrying a case of beer.
"Open them all."
Zhou Xiaobing gave the order in a domineering tone.
Boo, boo, boo.
After the waiter opened all the beers, Zhou Xiaobing waved his hand to let them go out, then picked up a bottle of beer and a glass.
Tilt the cup, place the bottle mouth close to the rim of the cup and let the wine slowly flow down the wall of the cup. When the cup is almost full, continue pouring the wine while slowly putting the cup straight.
By pouring beer in this way, you can fill the cup completely. Because of the tension, even if it bulges out, it can't flow out, and there is almost no foam.
This is just a very simple beer pouring technique that anyone who drinks a few times will learn.
But even with this ordinary skill, Zhou Xiaobing started talking about the wine, "Do you know what I meant by this move just now?"
"Brother Zhou's first move was called crooked and evil, the second move was called mean and vulgar, and this last move is called turning over a new leaf."
Li Geng should be a professional supporting actor. As soon as Zhou Xiaobing started singing, he immediately sang along.
"Little Zhuge is Little Zhuge, not bad at all." Zhou Xiaobing praised Li Geng and picked up the bottle, "Nan Yi, I'll fill it up for you."
"Brother Zhou, I can do it myself."
Nan Yi held his cup and put it aside.
"Don't worry, I'll pour it if I say so. Put the cup over here." Zhou Xiaobing stiffened his neck and said in a rough voice.
"Okay, okay, I'll trouble you, Brother Zhou."
Nan Yi moved the cup towards Zhou Xiaobing, and Zhou Xiaobing repeated the same three moves.
After pouring the wine for Nan Yi, Zhou Xiaobing sat down and said, "Xiao Li, Xiao Zhuge, fill your glasses up. Let's rinse our mouths first."
When everyone's cups were filled with beer, Zhou Xiaobing said one word: "Drink".
One cup, then another, and then another, and another. By the time the appetizers came, the four of them had each finished twelve cups.
Three cups to a bottle, four bottles per person.
Looking at the thirty-six bottles of beer on the table that had not been drunk yet, and then at the twelve bottles of Erguotou, Nan Yi felt a little scalp-tingling, "Damn it, I'm not going to be evaluated for the title of hostess, do I have to drink so hard? Oh, drink two more bottles and then give up and crawl under the table."
"Nan Yi, eat some food."
"Brother Zhou, please go first."
"Okay, I'll do it." Zhou Xiaobing responded and picked up his chopsticks first.
Nan Yi followed closely behind, casually picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly.
He was now 100% sure that Zhou Xiaobing had something to ask of him, but he was not quite sure what it was. However, being able to make a man who was used to being a big brother lower himself to beg for help must be a big deal.
Nan Yi was considering whether he should avoid Zhou Xiaobing and not give him the chance to speak.
Zhou Xiaobing took a few bites of the food, then took out a cigarette and gave one to Li Jin and Li Geng. He lit up the cigarettes, and the smoke curled up. Zhou Xiaobing's bluff was in vain again.
"I was born in a bad time and have not read many books, but I dare say that few people can compare with my brain and memory. No matter what book it is, as long as I read it once, I can remember the important parts immediately."
"Oh, Brother Zhou also has this magical power?" Nan Yi asked in surprise.
