Since 1979 I have been in the tide of the times

Chapter 632 Killing the Chicken and Taking the Egg is Stupid

"I used to come here every once in a while, but this time they asked for too much. This may be related to the current economic situation in the big northern country." He Bisheng said.

"Where are these goods now?" Wang Weidong asked him.

"Even the goods and the car were sent to an abandoned arsenal warehouse. If the problem cannot be solved in a short time, they will burn all the shoes and clothing!" He Bisheng replied.

From the 80s to the early 90s, many inferior products were shipped from China, but it has to be said that the quality of goods shipped from China to the big northern countries has been much better in recent years.

The quality is not the reason, and the failure to pay taxes is not the reason. There is only one reason, that is, they don't want to cut the leeks but want to uproot the leeks.

This is a lose-lose approach.

"What's your bottom line?" Wang Weidong asked.

"I don't care about others. I have made some money in the big northern countries over the years. At worst, I will go to the Chinese market in other regions to do business again. However, if other people's goods are burned, they may go bankrupt." He Bisheng said.

I'm going to see Pantsev tomorrow, hoping to convince him. "Wang Weidong said.

In the evening, Wang Weidong took a taxi alone to Arbat Street, stopped in front of a residential building and rang the doorbell.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came from far to near to the door.

"Comrade Pantselovna, it's me Verton!" Wang Weidong said loudly.

The door opened, and a gray-haired old lady appeared at the door.

"Verton, you are here at last!" said Panzerovna.

Wang Weidong first hugged the old lady warmly, and then the two walked inside together.

Although the elderly lady in her 70s is physically handicapped, she still lives here alone.

There is a picture hanging on the wall of the living room, a middle-aged man in his 40s looking at Wang Weidong seriously.

This man is Pantselovna's husband, who died on the Baiknur launch site in the 60s.

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Weidong held the old lady's hand and said: "My dear Comrade Pantselovna, I am here to pick you up this time! In another year, my university in China will start enrolling students. You can Go give lectures to children and pass on the knowledge you have studied over the years to them."

"Look at the current big northern country. What they teach their children is the decadent and degenerate ideas of the West. Their goal is to target you! Only in this way will the world you dream of be impossible to realize! Now I will give you a chance Let you go to China and continue to realize your dream of going there!" Wang Weidong said.

Hearing Wang Weidong's words, Panzerovna shook Wang Weidong's hand excitedly.

"Verton, you did a very correct thing! I must go, not only with myself, but also with other comrades!" Pantselovna said.

Pantselovna and her husband were born in the 20s and watched thousands of soldiers parade on Red Square and stride to the battlefield and never return.

This is very different from her son Pantsev. Born in the 50s, Pantsev grew up hearing whispers describing the good life in the Western world.

Before [-], a large number of meritorious scientists like Pantselovna enjoyed the generous life promoted by the government, but now the pitiful pension is only enough to buy bread and potatoes for a living.

"I'm building a house for you. When you arrive in China, you don't have to worry about everything. There are special people to take care of your life." Wang Weidong said.

The next day, Wang Weidong first called Pantsev to tell him that he had arrived in Moscow and agreed on a meeting place.

"Verton, I heard that Andrei's kid is actually the mayor of Vladivostok!" He said with emotion when he met Pantsev.

"Now he is in his 30s and is no longer a child. He and I are partnering in the second-hand car business, and the results are not bad," Wang Weidong said.

"You nasty guy, why don't you ask me to cooperate if you have a chance to make money?" Pantsev asked unhappily.

"The driver's seat of the second-hand cars shipped from Xiaobenzi country is on the right side. This kind of car can be sold in the Far East, but it is difficult to sell in Moscow." Wang Weidong replied.

"But now I want to invest in building a canning factory in Magadan, and use the inexhaustible fish resources in the Sea of ​​Okhotsk to make canned food for export. You know Miss Goncharova is my good friend. She is now from Magadan State. Governor, if you are interested, you can participate in the investment." Wang Weidong said.

"Of course I'm interested, I'm investing $100 million!" Pantsev said.

Wang Weidong looked at Pantsev, who now looks like a mountain of meat. It seems that he has been doing well these years, and it is so easy to get 100 million US dollars.

"Pantsev, I came here this time for the 39th market. What you did was wrong. I have already met those Chinese businessmen. I heard them mean that I will go to the Chinese market in other Moscow districts in the future. If you do business, you won’t be able to see them in the future, let alone receive their money!” Wang Weidong said.

"Damn it, if they do this I will order all the goods to be burned!" Pantsev said angrily.

"You are going further and further down the wrong path! By doing so, you will become famous. All Chinese businessmen in Moscow will know your name, and they will avoid the area under your jurisdiction when doing business in the future. In this way, who will you collect money from in the future? ?” Wang Weidong asked.

Pointing to the grilled chicken on the plate, he said: "It's so stupid to kill a chicken and take the egg out of the chicken's belly just to get one egg! If the chicken lays two eggs, you take it." Go one and leave one for the chicken, and you will get more eggs if you go on like this! Don’t you understand such a simple truth?”

Pantsev looked at the roast chicken and imagined that the chicken lays the egg, and the egg lays the chicken, and the descendants of the chicken will feed endlessly.

"If you kill this chicken, all the chickens will stop coming!" Wang Weidong said.

"You think I should return the goods to them?" Pantsev asked.

"Those goods are worthless in your hands! Of course, you can't give them for free, you have to charge a certain fee, but it can't be too much, Mr. Pantsev, you are only in your 40s now, and you can still work for many years!" Wang Weidong Said meaningfully.

The matter in the No. 39 market was settled satisfactorily, and each container was [-] US dollars, and Pantsev hinted to He Bisheng that he would not check the market again within three months.

"I'm sorry for this inspection. I really can't do anything about the order above. As a good friend of the Chinese, I hope that as many Chinese people come here to do business as possible, I will protect them as much as possible! Please convey my message to them. My apologies!" Pantsev said to He Bisheng.

(End of this chapter)