Puff, puff, puff!
Bang, plop, before Nan Yi could take action himself, gunshots rang out outside.
After a while, someone knocked rhythmically on the box door twice, then paused for a while, and then knocked rhythmically three times.
"Nansheng, three people have been anesthetized."
"Well, the school beauty knows how to deal with it." Nan Yi turned off the safety, removed the silencer, and put the pistol back into the holster under his armpit.
The school beauty opened the door a crack, nodded to Qinggertai from the Cossack Action Group, and made a throat-cutting gesture with her hand on her neck.
Qinggertai nodded in response, turned around and pointed at the team member Madonna who was standing at the door of Nan Yi's box.
The Virgin Mary understood, put away the tranquilizer gun in her hand, squatted down, and broke the necks of the three robbers lying on the ground one by one. Then, she threw the three bodies out of the windows in the corridor alone.
After finishing it, another team member, Wu Su, and Sheng Mu cooperated to climb out of the window and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
Qinggertai stood there for a while, waiting to receive the safety signal sent back by the Virgin Mary, and then he and the other team members disappeared at the end of the carriage.
After getting off the train, the Virgin Mary and Wu Su walked back along the tracks. After walking for more than twenty minutes and searching for another half an hour, all three bodies were found.
Wusu put his fingers in his mouth and whistled, and reached his other hand to his chest and pressed the receiver.
"I say, Mongol, if you don't pretend, will you die?"
"You don't understand. This is the rule of our grassland. We are the descendants of Genghis Khan..."
"Okay, okay, it's the same thing again." The Virgin interrupted Wu Su and listened carefully. "Here it comes."
In the darkness, a group of horses led by a rider were rushing towards the Virgin Mary and her companions. When they got close, the rider grabbed the reins and jumped off the horse.
"Horseman, why are you so slow?"
"Nonsense, it's late at night and it's so dark, how can I hurry? Also, don't call me a groom from now on, my code name is Zilong."
"Zilong, I'm still here with Xuande, come and move the body."
The Virgin took up a corpse, walked to a horse, and threw the body onto the horse's back. The three people took one body each, and after putting all the bodies in place, they all mounted their horses, one riding one and leading another, and ran towards the forest.
Entering the outskirts of the forest, the three men dismounted, turned on their tactical flashlights, and walked slowly forward while illuminating the way.
When the sky in the east began to turn pale, the three men stopped in front of a swamp. They searched the three bodies, one by one, and took out all the valuables. Then the bodies were thrown into the swamp bubbles and waited until they had all sunk before they got on their horses and left.
…
Over in the hard sleeper car, in a marked carriage, Zhao Jinghua, who once worked in the countryside in Northeast China and set up a stall at Xidan Baihua Market after returning to the city and was called "Second Sister", was in tears at this moment.
"Why am I so stupid? Why was I so blinded by greed? It's fine to run a stall in the market. Why would I want to go to Moscow to be a trader? If I hadn't been a trader, I wouldn't have boarded this train, and if I hadn't boarded this train, I wouldn't have encountered this shit. It's over, it's all over!"
Zhao Jinghua held the customs declaration form in her hand (the foreign exchange declaration form is required to register the amount of foreign currency on her at the Beijing Railway Station). Looking at the amount of $10,000 on it, she felt extremely regretful. "Why did I declare it? Why didn't I hide some of it secretly?"
Turning around to look at the two wrinkled bedding on the bed and the so-called travel expenses left by the robbers, Zhao Jinghua slapped herself several times.
"What should I do? What can 200 Meiko do?"
Feeling depressed, Zhao Jinghua took out a pack of white-shelled jadeite cigarettes from his pocket and lit it. Not many people smoke this kind of cigarette and it is rare in the market.
The night fades away and the light shines on the earth.
In the aisle of the hard sleeper car, the traders who were not robbed last night listened indifferently to the sad stories of the traders who were robbed, such as their beautiful wives, rubles, RMB, valuable jewelry, etc.
There were also people who used a tone of sympathy to talk about which woman in which box had been raped, describing it vividly and even making jokes. However, the so-called sympathy was probably just lip service.
During the remaining three days on the train, there were no more robbers, but petty thefts still occurred from time to time, and cases of rape were occasionally mentioned, but it was difficult to tell whether they were true or false.
On Monday of the following week, the K3 train will arrive at Moscow Station.
Nan Yi packed his things, changed into a thin shirt, and sat down on the aisle seat outside. He turned his head to look out the window. Russian-style suburban buildings kept passing by, dotted among them with red Soviet-style red brick factory buildings. Clusters of fir trees could be seen every few steps, but the birch forest mentioned in the song was not seen.
The scene of "On That Side" flashed through his mind, and the song of "Singing of Turbulent Youth" rang in his ears. The two male protagonists of the film seemed to be whispering in Nan Yi's ear.
"Victor, if you could choose your life, would you choose to live now or in the era of communism?"
"Of course it is now. Communism will come and last forever, and the current era will eventually end. Wouldn't it be great to witness the end of this era together? In 18, 19, or maybe 20 years, we will be able to stand at the gate of the era and greet the new era: Hey, hey, hey, hello!"
"Can I sit here?"
Without turning his head, Nan Yi could recognize that it was the voice of the female neighbor.
"Please feel free to do so."
Nan Yi responded and continued to look out the window. The corner of Moscow city had already appeared. The train would arrive in twenty minutes at most.
When the woman saw that Nan Yi wasn't looking at her, she hesitated for a moment and said, "Can you please not tell anyone about me?"
"I don't know you, I don't know your name, I'm not a talkative person, I don't know anything about you, so naturally I won't tell anyone else."
"Thanks."
The woman thanked him, stood up and went back to her box.
Nan Yi continued to appreciate the scenery. He waited until the train pulled into the platform and a dense crowd appeared outside the window before he stood up and got off the train.
"President."
"BOSS."
As soon as Nan Yi stepped onto the platform, Ueto Masami and Petrovsky appeared in front of him.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Nan Yi shook hands with Petrovsky and gave Ueto Masami a hug. "Are you used to it?"
"Moscow is very beautiful and the food is delicious, but many places are messy and you can't just walk around outside." Ueto Masami said with a slightly complaining tone.
"Haha, I'm here. If you're unhappy here, you can go back to Tokyo after a while." Nan Yi patted Ueto Masami on the back, let her go and said with a smile.
"President, I'm not that delicate." Ueto Masami said angrily.
"Let's go."
As soon as he took a step, Nan Yi was surrounded by guards. After the group walked out of the station, Nan Yi got into a ZIL-115 bulletproof sedan with the national flags of Delnan on both sides of the front of the car. A GAZ-24 led the way and a GAZ-24 was at the rear. As the convoy moved out, two UAZ-469 jeeps followed behind.
Zhao Jinghua saw Nan Yi's motorcade and couldn't help but sigh, "What a magnificent sight."
"Who is he?"
Similarly, Nan Yi's neighbor woman also noticed the convoy.
"President, your residence will be in the Model Worker Apartment, also known as the Artist Apartment, at the confluence of the Yauza and Moscow Rivers, in the corner unit of the podium building close to the Moscow River. The fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth floors belong to us, and your bedroom will be on the seventh floor."
"Okay, I live in the Model Worker Apartment, and Nanban lives in the Cultural Person Apartment. We are both members of the Moscow Seven Sisters. But, Yamei, you are a cultural person, so why am I a Model Worker?"
If you want to know where Moscow's politicians, scientists, business tycoons, domineering CEOs, and celebrities live, the Moscow Seven Sisters can cover most of them.
The Seven Sisters of Moscow - Moscow University, Leningrad Hotel, Cultural Apartments, Ministry of Heavy Industry Building, Ukraine Hotel, Model Workers Apartments, and Ministry of Foreign Affairs Building. These seven buildings were built during the last decade of Stalin's rule. They combine the features of Baroque, medieval European Gothic, and 1930s American skyscrapers to form their own style.
"Hehe." Ueto Masami smiled, "President, you are so hardworking that you must be a model worker."
"naughty."
Nan Yi and Ueto Masami joked for a few minutes and then looked out the window again.
We enjoyed the scenery along the way and arrived at the Model Worker Apartment. At first glance, there was nothing special about it. The entire building complex was like a very simple bird pattern, in an irregular "M" shape, symmetrical on both sides. The main building was connected in the middle, and there was a tower column on the top supporting a red five-pointed heart.
The building adheres to the pragmatism that Nan Yi likes very much, with horizontal and vertical lines and few arcs. This type of building may look ordinary on the outside, but it is very comfortable to live in, with good lighting and large space.
Take the elevator up to the seventh floor, open the door and enter the room. What you see is a very spacious living room with an area of ​​75 square meters. There is a long dining table near the door, a set of modular sofas in the middle, and a glass wool marble tea table near the large window, with four dark red chairs on the side.
The tiger cub walked to the window and observed outside for a while, then said, "Nansheng, this is a good place. There is no suitable position to snipe the window within 1.5 kilometers."
"Um."
Nan Yi responded, walked to the tea table and sat down, and Ueto Masami followed and sat opposite him.
"President, you came at the perfect time. A few days ago, there were tanks and armored vehicles on the streets of Moscow, as well as a large number of soldiers. They were just withdrawn two days ago."
"There's nothing much to say. I came here on time. It's my first day here. I won't talk about work today. Do you have any tea?"
"Yes, Ceylon black tea sent from the Sri Lankan tea plantation."
"How come I don't know that our own tea farm has already produced tea?" Nan Yi asked in surprise.
Lu Yu Tea Industry bought a tea mountain in Sri Lanka to grow top-quality Ceylon black tea. This happened only a few months ago, so it would be impossible for the tea to be produced so quickly.
"We don't grow it ourselves. We buy it from outside and process it." Ueto Masami said, taking a glass kettle and getting some water from the water dispenser on the side. "President, I found that Kanglong mineral water is effective for beauty. My skin is better now than it was five years ago."
"It may not be entirely due to the effect of water. You have not missed any of the good things from Shennong Nanliang."
Ueto Masami came to the table with an alcohol stove in one hand and a teapot in the other, lit the fire, poured water, and went to the dining table to get a box of snacks. "President, the butter sandwich biscuits here are delicious, you should try them."
Nan Yi picked up a piece from the snack box, took a bite and tasted it, then put it down again. " It's just an ordinary biscuit. It was considered a high-end snack in China in the early years, but now it's everywhere."
Ueto Masami picked up a piece, broke it in the middle, and stuffed half of it into her mouth. "There are no biscuits like this in Japan. When I was a child, I ate Dorayaki. I think it's delicious."
"oh."
The two chatted idly about topics like what's delicious to eat and where to have fun, and didn't mention work at all.
Nan Yi spent his first day in Moscow chatting.
Before going to bed at night, Nan Yi lay in bed and thought again about what he wanted to do before the Soviet revisionism completely "disintegrated", a market plan and a China Building plan. The implementation of the two plans could guarantee hundreds of millions of dollars in revenue each year, and at the same time, he could also build a network of low-level civil servants in Moscow.
After sorting out some details again, Nan Yi turned off the lights and went to sleep.
…
The next day was the second day that Nan Yi arrived in Moscow.
I got up in the morning and took the elevator downstairs to exercise. When the elevator reached the fourth floor, a woman walked in.
The woman was not very old, probably around 22 or 23 years old. From Nan Yi's perspective, she was just average-looking, but she looked familiar, especially her eyes. And since she appeared in the Model Worker Apartment, he looked at her more carefully.
Yesterday, Nan Yi had already asked Ueto Masami, and found out that those who live in the podium building are basically the ones who themselves or their parents or grandparents are active in the art field and have a certain status. If you pick any one of them, the word "artist" must be added before the title.
After thinking for a while, Nan Yi couldn't remember who the woman was. Apart from movies and songs, he didn't know much about other art fields of the Soviet revisionists. As for actors or singers, he might be able to name them a few years earlier or later, but he didn't know anything about those from the 1990s.
If you can’t remember, then don’t think about it. Nan Yi took the initiative to greet the other party, “Priete.”
"Priet."
The woman responded.
"Go down to exercise?"
"Go to class."
"My name is Adam, and I just moved here yesterday."
"Valeria."
"Actor?" Nan Yi asked again.
"No, I'm learning to sing."
"Bel canto? Opera?"
"popular."
"That's not surprising. She sings pop songs. Maybe you've seen her music video or album cover before. This woman has some special eyes. Once you see them, you'll be impressed."
Nan Yi figured out why Valeria looked familiar to him, but before he could continue the conversation, the elevator had already reached the first floor. Valeria said goodbye to him and walked out of the elevator first.
After responding politely, Nan Yi followed him out of the elevator, put on his hoodie, zipped it up to the top, trotted to a tree, did some warm-up, and then ran at a steady pace along the trail.
Chengdu, Jiuli Dike.
At Longmenzhen Restaurant, it was almost lunchtime and Luo Kun was entertaining a few guests in a private room.
"Lao Luo, is the job you mentioned real?"
"Lao Cai, what is our relationship? How could I possibly lie to you? This job is different from my previous one. I used to work as a part-time worker and got paid monthly. This time you are going to Moscow to run the kitchen. It's risky, but you can earn more. We are both cooks. Whether we do a good job or not depends on our own skills."
The person who was talking to Luo Kun was called Cai Haochi. He used to work at Daijiang Caotang and was very good at cooking. He was far more skilled than Luo Kun, who was a wild fox.
"Whether you can make money by renting a kitchen depends on how good the business is. The business of a restaurant does not only depend on the chef's skills, but also on whether the owner can run the business." Cai Haochi said a little worriedly.
Luo Kun sneered and said: "I used to follow my boss in the UK. We started from a small shop on Julu Street and then expanded to branches all over the UK. Now it is the most famous Chinese restaurant in the UK.
Although the boss has a lot of businesses and certainly doesn't care too much about the restaurant, he once said that the purpose of opening a store is to make money, and now that the store is open, he has to do business well.
Lao Cai, you don't have to worry too much. Since the boss asked me to help him find someone, he must have a plan in mind. As long as you don't act too lazy when you go there, he will definitely not treat you unfairly.
Look at me, I’ve been abroad for a few years…”
Luo Kun pointed to his own shop and let Cai Haochi figure out the rest.
Cai Haochi thought for a moment, "That's right. I've known Luo Kun since he was an apprentice. I know his skills very well. I didn't expect that he would do so well after returning from abroad for a few years. I'm really jealous. Forget it, I'll go out and try my luck."
"Lao Luo, I'll go."
"Okay, once you have the team together, just give me all the IDs and the boss will help you get them."
This side of the capital.
Peng Jingchuan has already packed his things and is waiting for his documents to be issued before setting off for Moscow.
He was not going to run a solo business, but to set up a branch of Mingzhuyan in Moscow. Needless to say, this was definitely arranged by Nan Yi.
…
When Nan Yi came to Moscow, he not only brought the sissy squad, the mama-san squad, the barbecue squad, and the hamburger squad, but also an advance platoon temporarily formed by Soviet revisionist team members drawn from various security departments, which was composed of the Alpha squad, the KGB squad, and the GRU squad.
Four teams are responsible for closely protecting Nan Yi's safety. The advance platoon hides in the dark. They are responsible for finding their own bases and safe houses. They will not be deployed easily. Once they are deployed, it means there is a mess.
While Nan Yi was running, one person was selected from each of the four teams to look for shops near the Model Workers' Apartments. Although the Soviet revisionists were facing a shortage of material supplies now, that was for ordinary people. Excluding Moscow University from the seven sisters, the remaining six sisters only had a slightly lower standard of living and did not need to worry about basic supply issues.
Near the Model Worker Apartments, restaurants with rich menus are still open, but their doors are not opened. Various shops that give the illusion of being closed are still open for business, and customers come in an endless stream, but they never go through the front door.
After the morning exercise, Nan Yi went to a nearby restaurant and ordered a bottle of Friendship milk, two boiled eggs, milk and rice porridge, a sandwich with applesauce, a Lithuanian enema, and a cup of black tea with a lemon slice.
While eating breakfast and drinking black tea, Nan Yi flipped through the "Izvestia" in his hand. When he was about to finish reading a newspaper, Alexei sat down opposite him.
After reading the last bit of content, Nan Yi put away the newspaper, picked up the tea and gestured to Alexei, "Want a cup?"
"Boss, I've already had breakfast."
"What a pity! The black tea here is good. I must try it next time." Nan Yi took a sip and put down the teacup. "Tell me about the trademark and patent laws of the Soviet revisionists."
Unlike Elena who grew up in East Germany, Alexei grew up in the Soviet revisionist territory. He attended Moscow State University of Law and was very well versed in Soviet revisionist laws.
"Boss, the Soviet revisionists don't have a complete trademark law or patent law. Before that, everything was state-owned and they implemented a planned economy. The brand was just a mark used to distinguish Soviet revisionist products and didn't have much meaning."
"Hmm, suppose I want to counterfeit a foreign brand, such as a Turkish brand, what trouble will I encounter?"
Alexei said without thinking: "It will cost a little money."
Nan Yi nodded, "I understand. From today on, you will follow me while I am in Moscow."
"yes."
After breakfast, Nan Yi went back upstairs to deal with some emails, and then, led by Alexei, the group went to the Komsomolskaya Station of the Moscow Metro.
Komsomolskaya Station is located below Moscow's busiest railway hub. It is a subway station with a large passenger flow. In 1951, the station designers Pavel and Alexey won the Stalin Prize for their design of the station.
At the 1958 Brussels Expo, the Komsomol station was awarded the Grand Prize.
The lobby of Komsomolskaya Station has a large mosaic mural painted on the Baroque dome. In addition, these mosaic murals are inlaid with gilded dark blue stones, depicting the combat weapons of this nation since ancient times. Portraits of leaders and medals of victory can also be seen everywhere in the station, engraving the historical peak of the Stalin era.
Nan Yi just took a quick look at the decoration of the station. After a while, he and the school beauties came to the subway line diagram hanging on the wall and studied the city of Moscow from the perspective of a traffic map.
After some discussion, the group boarded the subway.
On the second, third and fourth days in Moscow, Nan Yi and his group spent all the time on the subway. They rode every line and explored every station. Everyone drew their own underground transportation map of Moscow.
On the morning of the fifth day, a group of people got together and communicated their findings and experiences with others, and finally, they put together an optimal underground transportation map.
After the underground run, the group spent another eight days walking every street in Moscow, marking every building and inconspicuous path along the way.
Then, Nan Yi spent two days driving around Moscow again. After deepening his memory, he took a day off and then focused on his real business.
On September 18, more than half a month after Nan Yi arrived in Moscow, he called Vasily to the Model Worker Apartment.
After pouring a cup of tea for Vasily, Nan Yi asked, "How is the search for a place going?"
"Sir, Smolensky found a good place in the southeast of Moscow, not far from the suburban railway station, where there is a Modan barracks belonging to the 358th Regiment of the 3rd Guards Division.
There are two five-story dormitory buildings in the barracks, and each building is built to accommodate a regiment of people..."
"Wait a minute." Nan Yi interrupted Vasily and asked, "The 3rd Guards Division is a motorized infantry division?"
"Yes."
"What is the 358th Regiment?"
"Infantry Fighting Vehicle Regiment."
"Does that mean each building can accommodate about 2,400 people?"
“It’s about the standard of 2,600 people.”
"Oh, go on."
"Okay." Vasily nodded and continued, "There are garages and warehouses in the Modan Barracks for trucks, armored vehicles, tanks, anti-aircraft guns, and anti-aircraft missiles. These places can be used to store goods.
In addition, there are 17 office buildings of various sizes, training grounds, shooting ranges, etc. The two dormitories and all warehouses and office buildings can be rented out, but the training grounds and shooting ranges cannot be rented out. The 358th Regiment must keep them for routine training. "
Nan Yi thought for a moment and asked, "Should we discuss the lease with the 3rd Guards Division or the 358th Regiment?"
"Due to the extremely tight logistics supply of the 3rd Guards Division, not only are the soldiers' allowances not guaranteed, but their food supply is also discounted, so the 3rd Guards Division headquarters ordered its regiments to solve their own supply problems. The right to dispose of the Modan Barracks is in the hands of the 358th Regiment."
"Let's go and take a look."
Nan Yi was very interested in the Modan Barracks. After listening to Vasily's description, he felt that this place was very suitable for transformation into a cargo station combining living and storage.
According to the accommodation standards of the Soviet revisionist army, the two dormitory buildings have nearly 900 rooms, and the monthly rent for each room can be 2,000 US dollars, which is close to 20 million US dollars a year. The rent and benefits are almost enough, and the rest of the income can be put into his own pocket.
After getting in the car and heading southeast, they arrived at the Modan Barracks that Vasily mentioned in about fifty minutes. Nan Yi took a look at the wide road surrounded by green trees outside the barracks, and the armed soldiers at the sentry post at the entrance of the barracks' iron gate. He asked the school beauty to drive the car to the small train station first.
When we arrived at the small train station and walked onto the platform, we saw that this train station was not small. It had three tracks, and a freight train was parked on one of the tracks. The uncovered cargo box was pitch black, and coal slag could be seen everywhere. Needless to say, it was a coal truck.
He climbed up the truck bed and looked inside. The truck bed was full of black coal. He jumped off the truck, brushed off the dirt on his body, and walked back to Vasily and asked, "Does this station belong to the army?"
“Dual-use military and civilian use.”
“Is it connected to the rail network?”
"Connected, you can go anywhere." Vasily replied.
"very good."
The distance from Modan Barracks to the railway station is less than 1 km, which makes it convenient to transport goods. This 1 km distance is very good and can create many jobs.
After leaving the small train station, the group returned to the gate of Modan Barracks.
After observing the gate for a while, Nan Yi asked casually, "What's the name of the captain of the Seventh Company?"
"Vatutin," said Vasily.
"Tiger cub, give me the box." Nan Yi took the box from Tiger cub and handed it to Alexi who was sitting on his right. "It contains the activity funds for you, 200,000 US dollars and 200,000 rubles each. Go into the barracks and look around.
Before coming to Moscow, I came up with two plans based on the information you reported - the China Building Plan and the Market Plan.
Starting from Binondo in the Binondo District of the Philippines, Chinese have established many Chinatowns outside their homeland. From the perspective of the overall Chinese environment, there are no cultural barriers, language barriers, or religious barriers, which makes the Chinese like comfort and are accustomed to living in groups.
Overseas Chinese have gone from being a majority to being a minority. When a Chinese person is in China, he or she is surrounded by people of the same origin and origin as him or her. It is natural and safe for the individual to be one of the majority.
When they go abroad, they themselves become a minority, which makes them feel very uneasy.
Chinese people are extremely lacking in experience in getting along with people from different backgrounds. Take Australia as an example. Australia is an immigrant country and people from all countries, with all skin colors and speaking all languages ​​can be seen there. Most people are very accustomed to getting along with people from diverse backgrounds.
But a Chinese person is always surrounded by many Chinese people, most of whom are Han people, and there are very few other ethnic minorities. Chinese people lack experience in communicating with different people.
The information between Chinese and the rest of the world is not smooth. Most Chinese are not used to reading English, and they are not exposed to the popular perspectives and opinions in the English-speaking world. Moreover, in China, most people do not need to master English and can still live well in China.
Blindly immersing oneself in the Chinese environment and lacking channels for communication and contact with the outside world results in the Chinese people's cognition being shaped only by the Chinese people, and knowing very little about the real overseas world. Ignorance is precisely the source of anxiety and fear.
Therefore, the Chinese are more inclined to look for similar people in other places and rely on each other in exchange for a sense of security.
When they arrived in Moscow, the difficulties encountered by China's traders were, first, language barriers and, second, being bullied and exploited, whether by the Soviet revisionists or China's own people.
The Chinese are very interesting. There is a type of people who can boil a frog in warm water, adding layer by layer, and exploit them at will as long as their bottom line for survival is not touched.
There is a kind of people who want to live a clear life. They want to know clearly where their money comes from and where it will go. Those who go to Moscow to be dealers are usually such clear-headed people.
The Market Plan and the China Building Plan are designed to allow these clear-headed people to run their business clearly.”
Nan Yi pointed to the gate of Modan Barracks and said, “After listening to what Vasily said, I think this place can be transformed into a leather city, Friendship Leather City, which integrates accommodation, catering, cargo storage, cargo transportation, translation, contract negotiation, and security defense.
As long as they do business here, we will absolutely guarantee their safety, so, in cooperation with the 358th Regiment, I hope there will always be a company stationed here.
The annual profit here is 100 million US dollars. 15% goes to individuals and 5% goes to the military account, a total of 20% of the profit, which means that 20 million US dollars can be distributed to them every year.
This is my bottom line, try to keep it as low as possible to give ourselves some room to maneuver."
"BOSS, 20 million US dollars is a lot. You don't need that much. You only need 1/4 of it to solve the problem." Alexei said.
"Five million dollars is a little too little. If possible, there will be other cooperation between us and the 3rd Guards Division. We can't be too stingy."
"clear."
Nan Yi left Alexei at the gate of Modan Barracks and left him a car and two people, then left.
"Vassily, Chinese traders should not be underestimated. More and more people will come here. They will not trust Moscow banks and will not deposit their money in banks here. We can open a business similar to Western Union at the Varisi Bank and provide them with convenient currency exchange services."
"Sir, if it is rubles, the difference between the official exchange rate and the black market exchange rate is too large. The official exchange rate is close to 1:1. Everyone is willing to exchange rubles for dollars, but no one is willing to exchange dollars for rubles. If our bank provides currency exchange services, we need to follow the official exchange rate."
Nan Yi nodded: "I understand. Western Union's remittance business is carried out in Vasily Bank. Currency exchange can be carried out quietly outside the bank. The exchange rate will be based on the black market, leaving us enough profit space."
“Will this business be carried out only in Moscow, or will it be promoted to other cities as branches are established?”
"Look, any city with a large number of profiteers can carry out this business." Nan Yi said, looking at a building outside the window, "Vasily, you don't need to participate in the market plan and the China Building plan anymore. Just focus on your bank affairs from now on."
"OK."