On the New Village Street in Moscow, there is a solitary two-story building with only trees and grass and no other buildings within forty or fifty meters around it. In front of the building there is a twenty-meter-long cement road, at the end of which there is an iron gate.
This small building was originally an office building of a unit. Last year, it was rented by a businessman from Bingcheng and converted into a hotel. The businessman's surname is Yi, Yi Hongxuan, Nan Yi's cheap cousin.
"March 8th Restaurant, aren't you afraid of being sued?" Nan Yi got out of the car, looked up at the sign, and couldn't help but complain.
I walked through the gate and into the building. In the lobby on the first floor and the wide corridor on the second floor, several people were holding wine glasses and singing "Let's Raise Our Glasses", a front-line dining song that was sung very cheerfully.
Suddenly, a bottle of Erguotou flew towards Nan Yi, spinning. There was only half a bottle of liquor left in the bottle, shaking and surging, and then it calmed down in Nan Yi's hand.
Holding the bottle, Nan Yi joined the chorus and walked up the stairs.
"Friends, we haven't seen each other for a long time, but now we have the opportunity to reminisce about the past years. Let's drink a toast, just like we used to in Ross..."
"Why are you in Moscow?" Yi Hongxuan asked with a cup in his hand after the chorus paused.
"I'm on a business trip, and my mom asked me to come see you."
"I'm fine here, but you have to be careful. Moscow is quite chaotic. Call me if you encounter any problems." Yi Hongxuan said, handing Nan Yi a business card.
Nan Yi took the business card, glanced at it and put it in his pocket. "That's good. I have something else to do today. I just came to see you. I'm leaving first and will come back another day."
"No, come over for dinner next time."
Nan Yi waved his hand, walked downstairs, brushed past a young man and walked out the door.
The young man walked into the gate, stopped and looked outside for a while, then went straight to the second floor and stood by Yi Hongxuan. "Brother, who was that man just now? When I first walked into the iron gate, I thought something happened. There were more than ten people standing at the door, and they looked like they were not easy to deal with. So I took another look and found that they were all brought by the man just now. They should be bodyguards."
"Ah, a relative, but not very close."
The two families had never been in close contact, and Yi Hongxuan knew that his cousin Nan Yi's identity was not very reliable. He also owed Nan Yi a favor. With so many factors combined, Yi Hongxuan didn't want to mention Nan Yi much.
"Relative, brother, we live next door to each other, how come I didn't know you have such a relative?"
The young man's name is Ren Qiaoer. His parents both teach at the Forestry University and are colleagues of Yi Haohan. The two families have a good relationship. Ren Qiaoer is Yi Hongxuan's younger brother and has been following Yi Hongxuan around since he was a child.
"Hey, Joel, you've been talking too much nonsense today. Go to Room 207. The faucet is broken. Fix it."
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away."
The next day after leaving the March 8th Hotel, Nan Yi called Chen Yuxiu.
The head of Ganfeng Technology has not been recruited, but some work must be done in advance, such as purchasing the technology of Hanxian text encoding and entrusting the production of Hanxian pagers to Erdong Electronics.
“Have you finished the work?”
Chen Yuxiu: "The test product has been made, and there are no problems with the test."
“When will it be finalized?”
Chen Yuxiu: "No more than two months at most."
"Okay, let me know when it's finalized."
Not long after ending the call with Chen Yuxiu, Vasily called Nan Yi. He had already found out about the situation of the land. The state-owned land was owned by the municipality, which meant that the management rights were in the hands of the Moscow Municipal Government.
This situation made Nan Yi feel a little relieved. It wasn't that the federation would lose a few people who would benefit from the shares.
After receiving the news, Nan Yi began to wait. Yepisov did not send him the list or account list. In terms of government public relations, he could not take any other actions for the time being.
Without the KGB's intelligence as a reference, it would be impossible to distinguish who were on Gorbachev's side and who were on Boris' side. If you deal with Gorbachev's people at this time, it would be like buying tickets from scalpers at a high price to get on the Titanic. The result would be as ugly as death can be.
While waiting, Elena had already reached a preliminary agreement with Moscow Tangal State University, and could temporarily send 3,000 international students to the school every year. The cost of studying abroad is US$4,500 per year, US$2,000 of which will be deposited into the school's public account, and Nan Yi can keep US$1,600. The remaining US$900 is a reasonable loss.
Banknotes are made of paper. As more people handle them, the paper will become thinner and thinner. A 20% loss is completely acceptable.
"Principal Xian, are you busy?"
Xian Zilin: "Brother Nan Yi, it's weird for you to call me like that."
"Haha, let me ask you something. Are there any of your college classmates from Northeast China? Preferably from Bingcheng."
Xian Zilin: "Yes, a very good female classmate of mine is from Bingcheng."
"Has it been assigned back?"
Xian Zilin: "Yes, I'm a teacher at the Third Middle School in Bingcheng."
"Oh, then please help me find out how many schools there are in Bingcheng that are related to Su. I want to know whether they are government-run or private. Also, how many people study abroad and which city they go to most. I need to find out more carefully. Don't let your classmate help you in vain. Please help me first. After I find out the news, I may need her to introduce a business partner."
Xian Zilin: "Brother Nan Yi, why are you still doing the study abroad business?"
"International long distance. I'll explain it to you next time I get back."
Xian Zilin: "Okay, I'll contact my classmates."
"Well, that's it for now. I'm hanging up now."
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"Huang Saner, two things for you. First, help me recruit 20 paging girls. They must have a junior high school degree or above, speak standard Mandarin, and have a nice voice. The job location is Moscow. The salary is $200 a month, and double the salary at the end of the year. Housing and three meals are provided. Once you are hired, you can work for at least two years before you can leave. Otherwise, you will have to pay a penalty of $50,000..."
Huang Saner: "Master Nan, you're not planning to trick people into doing that, are you?"
"Nonsense, it's easy to make money as a profiteer here, I'm afraid people will come here and work for two months and then run away to be profiteers. Okay, no more nonsense, if you can speak Russian, your salary can be doubled, and for other benefits, you can refer to what I did before, don't make it too low, and don't make it too high."
Huang Saner: "Okay, what about the second thing?"
"The second thing is, go find out about studying abroad in the Soviet Union, including enrollment, passports, and so on. I want to do business with international students, so you can discuss with Dongfang whether to connect with Xin Guangyin.
If Dongfang doesn't want to, then you can do it yourself, no matter how much, it's no problem to make a few million dollars a year."
Huang Saner exclaimed: "Meizi? Still millions?"
"What the hell, you've seen money before. Go to the telegraph office tomorrow and call me. I'll send you a fax. You can read the fax yourself. I won't say more over the phone."
Huang Saner: "I know."
Xian Zilin quickly contacted her Bingcheng classmate Zhang Wei, who had a husband named Song Yong.
Song Yong is considered a half-trader and he often stays in Suifenhe area all year round. Opposite Suifenhe is the town of Pogranichny, which traders usually call Gecheng. One can directly reach Gecheng by taking the ferry on Suifenhe River.
This road is the main channel for Northeast traders to enter the Soviet revisionist areas. Both legitimate trade and smuggling mainly take place on Suifenhe.
It is said that Song Yong is not a peaceful person. He is very close to the "stepping bag" oil city people in Suifenhe area.
Stepping on the bag is a sport. Athletes wait by the Suifenhe River. When they see someone bringing goods from Gecheng , they immediately jump over and step on the bag, which means "I bought it." If they say they buy it, they will give the cost price if they are polite, but not a penny if they are impolite.
As for Song Yong, he wholesaled the bags he had stepped on from people in Oil City and then took them back to Ice City to sell. This was considered selling stolen goods. Although he made a lot of money, Zhang Wei was worried and kept persuading Song Yong to stop.
Now, after receiving Xian Zilin's call, Zhang Wei felt that the opportunity had come.
Zhang Wei and Xian Zilin were very good friends in college. Zhang Wei had heard some information from Xian Zilin. She knew that Xian Zilin's family had been doing business for a long time. Today, she suddenly contacted her and asked her to get some information, saying that it was related to the business.
The business of international students sounded more reliable than selling stolen goods, so she quickly called Song Yong who was setting up a stall and asked him to go and inquire.
As for Huang Saner, although she seems a little confused, she is very decisive in doing things, she is not stingy, she got rich early, and she has a wide network of contacts in Beijing. When Nan Yi asked her to hire a paging girl, she immediately called a paging girl out for a chat.
On the north bank of Shichahai, there is a long corridor of tea stalls, half of which are floating on the water and half lying on the shore.
As the sun sets, the breeze blows gently, and the green leaves and red lotus on the water surface nod in the wind. Huang Saner, a tea guest sitting on the north side of the Little West Lake Teahouse, can touch the lotus with his hand. When he raises his cup to sip tea, the fragrance of flowers and tea blends into one, and he can't tell east from west on the water or on the shore.
The mat stalls on the south side sell fresh and local snacks. The newly picked lotus pods, water chestnuts, and white lotus roots are still moist and tender and delicious. The snacks include Suzhou meat, kidney bean cake, pea yellow, fried sweet potatoes, tea soup, almond tea, almond tofu, etc.
These snacks are not only specialties of the capital, but also follow the cooking methods of the Qing imperial court, which makes people want to taste them even more. These tea stalls have gradually developed, gradually changing from temporary to permanent, and moved into gardens with many tourists.
Huang Saner was dressed in a punk style, twisting a kidney bean cake in his hand, opening and closing his mouth, and eating two pieces in one go. His efficiency was so high and his manners were so cool.
As I took a sip of the fragrant tea, a woman in a pink sleeveless dress came towards me. She had a very pretty face, with a cool feeling, smooth facial contours, a narrow diamond-shaped face, and a well-balanced proportion of three parts and five eyes. Her face was three-dimensional and looked wise, mature, and full of laziness all over her body.
This woman looks classy.
The woman walked to the opposite side of Huang Saner, threw her purse on the table, and took Huang Saner's cigarette box from the table as soon as she sat down. She took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff and blew out the smoke ring, "Third sister, why did you ask me to be here? It would be great if we could find a place to drink some beer and clean our stomachs."
"Xia Lin, you little slut, you've always wanted to go abroad, now's your chance. Moscow is looking for a pager, 200 US dollars a month, with food and lodging provided. If you want to go, quit your job at 126 and help me recruit people. Once we have enough people, I'll send you to Moscow."
"Third sister, are you serious ?" Xia Lin exclaimed.
"Is what I said true?" Huang Saner glanced at Xia Lin, "Think about it quickly, because if you miss this opportunity, you will miss it forever."
"Think about it for nothing. Go, of course. I almost slept with a man to go abroad. How could I not go if I got the chance?" Xia Lin said quickly, "It's just that, Third Sister, you have to know Russian to be a paging girl in Moscow, right?"
"It's enough if you know Chinese. If you know Russian, you can get an extra 200 US dollars a month." Huang Saner raised his hips, took out a wad of money from his jeans pocket, and threw it to Xia Lin without counting. "This is your labor fee. In addition to you, we will hire 19 more people. You have to be decent people. Don't fucking look for stinky circles."
"Third sister, don't worry. I can recruit seven or eight people from the company. They have work experience and can get started right away when they get to the post." Xia Lin vowed.
"Okay, I'll leave this to you. Do it as soon as possible."