After leaving the Central China trade, Nan Yi went to Ye Jing's house.

"When I met a bag grabbing, my sense of justice arose. I followed the bag grabbing and entered the alley. I was confused in the alley, chasing myself. I was chasing and chasing. I thought this was wrong, but it was too late. Guess what, the back road was blocked, and there were sixteen or seventeen…"

"Don't brag, how many?"

"Three."

Nan Yi leaned over to Ye Jing's head and looked, "I'm lucky. I'm shooting horizontally, not vertically, otherwise I'll be eating your mat now. Hey, how many dishes do you think your family will make?"

"Manhan banquet, do you want to eat?"

"Eat, the one who lost the bag is a woman, how do you look?"

"I look so beautiful, but my heart is not beautiful. I was knocked out by a brick. When I woke up, I was in the hospital, but I didn't see the person who lost his bag. It's so fucking nothing, so I don't say I'll look at my buddy."

"Seeing how frustrated you look, the girl must have thought you were an accomplice who grabbed the bag. She guessed she ran away from the beginning. When she sees you next time, be careful to send you to the Cannon Bureau."

"Take it down."

When the joke ends, the two of them have a serious topic.

"Have you thought about it? There are many people who are thinking about your position, but you can't turn back after you leave."

"I thought about it. Qinghe International's treatment is good, but it is not free. The business in the north is very easy to do. I want to go over and stay in charge for a while."

"Fuck, don't forget that you are not just a worker, you are also a shareholder, and this is also your business."

"Forget it, I, the shareholder, only have the share of the money and have no say. Besides, Mr. Yang manages Yaqing's company well, and the people sent in Haidian don't dare to go too far. This year, when the price breaks through, Yaqing will directly recover the cost and make a lot of profits."

"Oh, Mr. Yang, don't call him his name directly." Nan Yi teased.

Ye Jing said naturally: "Yang Kaiyan will come, I will obey her."

"Well, if you want to leave, go. What's going on in the north? Do you know what's going on?"

"Of course I have a question." Ye Jing replied, plucking up the leather sleeve of his left hand, "Look, the lottery was hung in Ulaanbaatar. Fortunately, my buddy was lucky to meet a kind-hearted Russian, otherwise he would not be able to come back."

"That Russian is called Petrovsky, right?"

Ye Jing said in surprise: "You can calculate it?"

"That's a big deal. Do you think you are the illegitimate child of God. You have taken all your good luck. He is my person. I have helped you get your life back."

"I said, you won't be able to see such a good opportunity in the north, and you have already secretly made love. It makes sense if you are yours. I said, why did the Russians be so kind? Not only did they save me, but they also helped me get the goods back.

Those robbers are so cruel. Just rob the goods, even the leather jackets on them are taken away. In such a cold weather, you can't freeze to death if you throw people in the wilderness."

"You deserve it. Just be a second-hand dealer. Why do you have to touch the terminal? It is the private land of the Mongolians. If you dare to do this next time, they will not steal the goods, but kill people directly."

"No, I knew that someone would transport the goods to Ulaanbaatar first and then sell them on the grassland. They just had to pay some protection fees, so why couldn't I do it?"

"Nonsense, they only have two or three cargoes. What about you? The first trip will have three trucks. If it is easy to do, will you prepare for chartering the bus in the second trip? Should you drive a special train for you during the third trip?"

"Fuck, I'm OK?" Ye Jing said without any hesitation.

"It's not just a choke, you're stabbing a hornet's nest. Remember, you owe me a life, just be a cow and a horse for me in this life."

"Get out of you, I'm still willing to agree to it." Ye Jing laughed and scolded, and sighed, "That place is the courageous ones, starved to death, and the timid ones are all committed to robbing the road. Some people carry their lives. When they arrive there, they just say, if they are cowardly, they will be gone."

"She is sad. No matter how chaotic you are, there are rules. If you don't abide by the rules, you must have a hard fist. You must have no chance of this. You must be brave and be careful that Katyusha will give you two rounds of firepower coverage. If you think the business in the north is easy to do, then do it and be careful."

"Just give me some words, don't you introduce me to some relationship?"

"Relationships are expensive, you may not be willing to do so."

"How many?" Ye Jing asked seriously.

"Sixty percent of the income must be handed over, 35 percent of the income must be used to manage the points, and the remaining 25 percent will belong to me."

Ye Jing hesitated for a moment and asked again: "How big can you do in business?"

"It depends on your ability."

"I promise, it will definitely be a good deal if you dare to take me benefits." Ye Jing smiled.

"Haha, when your injury is healed, go to Vladivostok." Nan Yi handed Ye Jing a piece of paper, "Call the phone number above, give whatever the other party wants, unless the other party takes the initiative to tell you the identity, otherwise don't inquire."

"So mysterious, don't you tell me?"

"It's not that I won't tell you, it's not that I don't know either. Anyway, I'm mostly public officials."

"No, the Soviet revisionists are doing so miserable, and they still have to do their own business?"

"You know, don't just ask around, be careful that people can't help but kill you to silence you."

"No one knows who the other party is. Do you have business insurance with him? You won't be hacked, right?"

"The 60% you want to take out is insurance, 30% and 5% of the guarantees will not dare to vilify you, 25% and I will protect you on the road. Damn, I don't know if I have any left. There are too many links to deal with on the road."

"Stop, it seems like you will specialize in shipping goods for me, and you are still mixed in your own goods."

"I can't fool you." Nan Yi smiled and said, "Make and lose. I only do this business with you. Don't brag when you are excited outside. You can tell clearly, others may not be the one with me. If you really want to do it as a business, you can only leave at most 10%.

"Okay, my buddy knows it. I'm not a purg, so I'll throw everything out when I get excited."

"Just have a number."

The current situation of the Soviet revisionist seems to be able to operate normally, but many domestic supplies are starting to be in short supply. It is okay to eat enough and food can still be supplied. However, it is not easy to eat well. Many things have begun to be supplied in limited quantities.

For the diversity of goods and to improve people's lives, people with insight naturally thought of the black market. So black markets rose one by one in the city, where you can buy scarce goods that cannot be bought in state-owned stores. The people's physical and mental nutrition can be supplemented, and what they have to pay is just rubles that are about to turn into waste paper.

"Do you eat here at noon?"

"No, I'll have some food outside later at 1:00 in the afternoon."

"Don't let it go, eat as much as I do, and don't drink."

"Okay, then you can make do with it. What foods are there at home? Let's do it together."

"Many of them are kept in the refrigerator. Several of them cannot be frozen. The smell will be wrong once they are frozen." Ye Jing said, and took Nanyi to his kitchen.

"After you arrived in Ulaanbaatar, you didn't continue to move forward?"

"Yes, I went to the Jewish Autonomous Prefecture. It was a nice place. It was vast and sparsely populated. Every household in the countryside had cars and tractors, and lived a good life. It was said that the situation was similar to ours, but why was the difference between life so big?"

"We can't envy people. They have a lot of land and wealth. We are not bad either. Life is getting better and better day by day. The people have hope."

"Yes, fifteen years ago, I couldn't eat a few dumplings a month. At that time, I thought that the rich and strong noodles with egg fillings were the best food in the world. Unlike now, if you want to eat dumplings, you can eat noodles, and if you want to eat noodles, you can go to the restaurant if you don't want to make them."

"Don't you like Lao Mo's borsch the most?"

"It's different. Old Mori's things can only be considered snacks. I can adjust them occasionally. If you want to fill your stomach, it's our own food. As I talk, I want to eat dumplings. Why don't we do some?"

"Okay, I'll make the stuffing, you roll the dough, I won't work."

"become."

Ye Jing ran to get a little flour, poured it into the basin and mixed it.

"Eat leaves or poles?" Nan Yi said to a cabbage with a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Come on, there are more poles, I like to eat."

Hearing this, Nan Yi cut a little leaves from the head of the cabbage, cut a piece from the root, cut the cabbage into foam on the cutting board and set aside for later use, knocked two more eggs, stir-fry in the pan for two times, and took it out as if it was still white and tender...

"I heard someone saying something about rights, thoughts, equality, etc., do you know what's going on?" Ye Jing said while making dumplings.

"I can't tell, you can still speak Russian?"

"Bad, I won't bring anyone who speaks Russian. I dare to break over there."

"Who heard?"

"What I heard in a restaurant, the Russians seemed to call them Ukrainians."

"Oh, that's neoliberalism. Liberalism was proposed a long time ago, a little earlier than Marx and Nemesis. He was criticized by Marx and Nemesis. A man named Hayek proposed neoliberalism in the 1930s, basically changing the soup but not the medicine, and old wine in new bottles.

Just look at the newspaper and you will know that some people in China are talking about this thing, and they want to raise it infinitely. Look, they can do it. I just had a few days of full meals and I don’t know what my surname is.”

"That's right, it's easy for our country to get to the present. If I ask me, it's the most serious way to do things less."

"Forget it, it's not our turn to worry about this kind of thing. We should just worry about ourselves. The Russians have been paying attention to heavy industry for the past few decades and neglecting light industry. It's easy to sell light industry products, whether it's towels, toothbrushes, washbasins, chamber pots, spittoons, toilet brushes, you won't have to worry about selling them."

"I can understand the rest. What can the Russians use this spittoon? Don't Russians use toilets?"

Nan Yi put down the kitchen knife and said, "The bottom of the spittoon is white enamel with red edges on it, and the mandarin ducks play in the water are painted. The big word "Happy" looks festive. The Russians like us, and they also like red. If you get the spittoon over, just change it to a Vasi Inner Bag or Ula Fruit Basin, it will be sold well."

Ye Jing laughed and scolded: "Turn."

"This is not a story. Thousands of years ago, pork is something that only inferior people can eat. After a hundred years, who would touch the water except for the boatmen and the coolies? Do you eat beef offal or the pig intestine?

Why do you eat something you didn’t eat before? Are these things poisonous in the past?

No, this is a cognitive problem. In fact, you can always eat it when you go into the water. However, people in the past thought they couldn’t eat it, so their descendants did not eat it.

The same goes for spittoons. We have known since childhood that this thing is used to pretend to be a burial thing. This is because our previous generation and the previous generation used it as a burial thing.

But the Russians are different. For them, the spittoon is a utensil that looks pretty and fresh. If it is used to hold it, it is a can and a basin. If it is used to hold gold, it is a can of gold."

"It makes sense for you to say that, but there are so many things that can be sold. Why should I sell spittoons? If the Russians know the truth, I'm afraid they will tear me up."

"Of course it's because it's cheaper. Now fewer people use spittoons, but more manufacturers have produced it. Many manufacturers have been unsold. You went to buy goods and you could get the goods at a very cheap price. If you don't calculate how much money you make, are you still afraid of being torn by the Russians now?"

"Hey, Nan Batian, no wonder you get rich. Why do you have such a tricky angle? You can think of it. Not to mention, you will definitely make a fortune every time you go back and forth. As long as you have money, you will be worth it to be beaten."
To be continued...