Far away in Moscow

Chapter 163 Daily life in the market

"After being banned? Hurry up and find a way to find someone, pay the fine and go out to redeem it." Fu Jiahui shook his head disapprovingly: "If you pay late, the goods will be gone."

"It's gone? What should I do?"

"What else can I do? If it's gone, it's gone. If you have the capital, continue to buy goods, if you don't have the capital, just spread the stalls and pull them down."

"It's not easy." Hu Yi sighed, frowned and said with a smile: "I don't think the Russian government wants to crack down on gray customs clearance, otherwise it will just do it at the customs and destroy those customs clearance companies. Why bother to develop the market What about the businessman? This matter is intriguing."

"Of course! There are too many important people involved in the customs clearance company, and it would be troublesome to touch anyone. Only businessmen like us are the most suitable. It is convenient, worry-free, and can make a lot of money." Fu Jiahui laughed: "You Don't look at the old man who is usually stupid, but he is smart when it comes to interests. The thing is obvious. They put the goods on the market first to meet the needs of the people, and let the merchants earn some money by the way. When they are fattened, they will look at the right time But it won't kill us every time, and we will continue to raise after the slaughter."

"Yes." Hu Yi nodded silently: "In this way, the risk of doing business here is quite high."

"Brother, how can there be no risk in doing business? The greater the risk, the greater the reward, otherwise, why would so many people come here from China?" Fu Jiahui patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Let's not talk about this .Let's go and eat something."

After filling my stomach and returning to the box, there was nothing to do in the afternoon, only one customer came and took away two packages.Hu Yi sat at the door of the box with everyone basking in the sun, listening to Fu Jiahui chatting with other bosses in his native dialect with a dazed expression.

I sat there until four o'clock, and it was getting dark.Someone yelled something in the distance, Fu Jiahui and the others patted their buttocks and stood up, beckoning to Hu Yi: "Go, the goods have arrived, go to the parking lot."

There is more than one parking lot in the container market, but the parking lot in Astay District is the largest, so the goods from several nearby districts are generally gathered here for unloading, and then transported to each district and each booth by human-powered carts.

The Astair parking lot is not too far from the New Sun area, it only takes less than 10 minutes to walk.This parking lot, which is said to be able to park thousands of trucks, is now a bustling time. Large trucks that look like Optimus Prime in "Transformers" lined up and slowly drove in. After unloading, they drove slowly one after another. The situation is like the entrance ceremony of the athletes at the opening ceremony of the sports meeting.

The people who came to pick up the goods did not go directly to the truck, but first walked towards a lighted room next to the parking lot.Hu Yi followed Fu Jiahui, and when he got closer, he realized that this was a bank that was often seen in the streets and alleys of Moscow.

"Is there no bank near our new sun?" Hu Yi felt a little puzzled: "Why do everyone come here to save money?"

"It's not saving money, it's here to pay the shipping fee, and the goods can only be taken away after payment." Fu Jiahui pushed open the door, turned around and smiled at Hu Yi: "Our money will find a way to get back to the country, and it will not be deposited in the bank unless it is absolutely necessary. Yes, even if there is very little.”

Hu Yi didn't ask any more questions, and went to the truck with Fu Jiahui to pick up the goods after paying the freight.The car has been unloaded, and the large bags of clothes are piled up on the ground, and a group of porters are fighting for delivery opportunities.

"A pallet truck pays the workers one hundred rubles per package. These people are responsible for loading the goods, delivering them to the designated place, and then unloading them. They will be responsible for any problems in the middle." Fu Jiahui found his goods and greeted the people next to him The porter came to work, and then followed the cart and told Hu Yi: "There are security guards at the exit of the parking lot. Remember to give some tea money every time you take the goods out."

"Okay, how much?"

"You don't need too much, it depends on your mood. Twenty is not too little, and fifty is not too much." Fu Jiahui thought for a while, and then urged: "There is a small pavilion between Astair and New Sun, and there is a An old man who collects tolls. People can pass freely, and if the goods cross the district, he must be paid according to the quantity."

"Damn?" Hu Yi was surprised: "Buying road money? Empty glove white wolf! There are still such people in the market?"

"Who knows what kind of background they have, the money they took away must not be in his own pocket. Anyway, everyone has to give it, and if you don't give it, you won't be able to get through." Fu Jiahui took out a handful of rubles from his pocket and handed it to Hu Yi: " I usually put some change in the box, and you can use it directly when you pick up the goods in the future. If you don’t have enough money, you can fill it up first and ask me for reimbursement later.”

"I see." Hu Yi finished packing along the road according to his instructions, and returned to the booth to direct the porters to move the big bags into boxes and stack them neatly one by one, then clapped his hands and asked, "Is this all right?"

"Okay. There's nothing else to do today." Fu Jiahui closed the box door: "You go back, pay attention to safety on the road."

"Okay, what are you going to do tomorrow?" Hu Yi looked at his watch, it was not yet five o'clock, and he felt that this job seemed easier than he imagined.

"Same as today, these things happen almost every day." Fu Jiahui locked the door of the box and patted him heavily on the shoulder: "Don't come so early tomorrow. It's freezing cold, I've never seen you so self-abuse people."

"Okay, I'll come later." Hu Yi nodded and smiled, and left the market to take the subway home.

I called Natasha on the way, and her promotion work is about to end, and she plans to go to the supermarket to buy some things and have dinner with Hu Yi.

An hour later, the two returned to the dormitory one after another.Natasha bought a large pizza, first asked Hu Yi to send two pieces to the cauliflower, and then snuggled up with him while eating and chatting.

"Ah! The taste of this cheese is awesome, I like it so much." Natasha ate two pieces one after another, sucking her fingers and smiling at Hu Yi: "Is today's work going well?"

"Successful, not bad." Hu Yi stuffed the small half of the pizza in his hand into his mouth, opened the Coke and took a sip: "The market is a good place, very...remarkable."

"Amazing? How amazing is it?"

"There's too much money in the market. Too much, Natasha. More than you can imagine."

Natasha rolled her eyes in doubt: "Can't imagine? How much is that?"

"My boss sells trousers. Here, they are the trousers you wear." Hu Yi patted her thigh, then pointed to the pizza on the table: "The money he received today can buy 1 this kind of pizza."

"1? 1?!" Natasha pursed her lips and smiled: "I don't believe it, this pizza costs [-] rubles a piece. Can you make that much money selling pants? Are you bragging?"

Hu Yi smiled without much explanation, bent his fingers and scraped gently on Natasha's face: "It doesn't matter, anyway, we can't eat 1 pizzas in our lifetime. I just need to earn enough money to let You can eat it every day."

"Eating pizza every day? No." Natasha frowned, "You'll get tired of eating that soon."

"Haha! You are so cute." Hu Yi pinched her nose and shook it lightly: "Let's change it if we get tired of eating it!"

In the following days, Hu Yi still went to work in the market every day.The Spring Festival is coming soon, and the Chinese businessmen are still busy, but the business is slightly slower than usual.

Fu Jiahui stared here for a few days, and saw that Hu Yi was serious about his work and was quite clever in handling things, so he stopped guarding the stall all day and only came over when needed, and let Hu Yi take care of various chores.

Now Hu Yi arrives at the market at nine o'clock every morning, and usually returns home at six or seven o'clock in the evening.All I need to do during the day is wait for the customer to pick up the goods, go to the parking lot to pick up the goods, occasionally go to the warehouse to transfer the goods, or go out to collect the bills, and I feel that the work is quite leisurely.

After a week, he gradually became familiar with the bosses around the booth.Fu Jiahui is young here, and his seniority is small, and most of the others are called uncles, so Hu Yi followed his Uncle Fu and Uncle Cai's barking.

The owner of the box next door was surnamed Yu, who also sold pants. He was thin and dry, and Hu Yi called him Uncle Yu.Uncle Yu doesn't speak Mandarin well, but he loves to talk. He often sits outside the box and chats with Hu Yila.

Hu Yi had a hard time listening to him, and sometimes he would inevitably feel bored, but out of politeness, he patiently chatted with him to relieve boredom.

"You Shandong people are all tall." Uncle Yu squatted on the chair with his knees hugged, and praised with his tongue: "The people in our place are very short. Jiahui is already considered tall in our hometown, you go It's a giant."

"It's not easy to say that." Hu Yi imitated his accent intentionally or unintentionally: "Yao Ming is very tall, he is from Shanghai, not far from where you are?"

"Far, far away!" Uncle Yu stretched out his hands and gestured in the air: "Shanghai is in the north, close to Jiangsu. We are in the south, closer to Fujian."

Hu Yi said "oh", but didn't answer.Uncle Yu continued: "Shandong people love to drink very much. The Shandong people I've seen drink very much. Do you drink a lot?"

"So-so, you can only drink one bottle of vodka."

"It's very good." Uncle Yu nodded again and again: "Vodka is terrible. I don't like it, and I'm not used to it."

Hu Yi yawned for a long time: "I don't like it either."

"I've seen Shandong people who drink a lot. They drink high-grade liquor and eat garlic." Uncle Yu's expression became a little dignified: "Raw garlic, you can eat it as soon as you peel it off. You are not afraid of spicy. You can also eat raw garlic ?"

"Eat, it's usually eaten with steamed buns or dumplings to relieve the tiredness." Hu Yi explained with a smile: "Shandong produces garlic, so we eat more of it there."

"Wow! Terrible." Uncle Yu showed a smile full of rejection: "There are also green onions, you will eat green onions raw, right?"

"Yes. But I don't eat much. The old people in my family like to eat pancakes wrapped with scallions." Hu Yi lazily turned his head to look at him: "You know us Shandong people quite well."

"Of course, there are quite a lot of Shandong people in the market, and they often deal with each other." Uncle Yu turned his head slightly, and pointed behind Hu Yi: "Here, that person is your fellow villager."

(End of this chapter)