Siheyuan starts from a better life

Chapter 1122 Astai Market

The next morning, Astai Market.

Jiang Yan strolled in the narrow streets of Astai Market, with Huang Yang and Zhao Hongqi accompanying him cautiously like two generals. As for Sun Xiaoguang, he went to inform the leaders of the dealers to discuss the meeting.

Xu Damao and Lao Wei also looked on curiously.

The Astai Market looked similar to the last time he came here. The environment was still as simple, but it seemed more prosperous. People were shoulder to shoulder and crowded. At a glance, it was full of people. It was really crowded.

What is quite clear is that those who come to buy are the Mao people, and those who sell goods are basically our flower-growing people.

The road, which was not wide to begin with, was filled with stalls on both sides, squeezing the middle so tightly that only four or five people could barely stand side by side. It was simply a narrow narrow path. With such a huge flow of people in the Astai Market, it would become a landslide in a matter of minutes, making it impossible to pass through.

If Jiang Yan and his companions did not have bodyguards like Lao Wei to lead the way, they probably would not be able to stroll leisurely and leisurely like they are now.

Jiang Yan looked at the stall owner with curiosity. This kind of dealer was probably only slightly more advanced than the dealers who carried a bag on the road to sell goods. He was considered a small wholesaler. The goods inside were also varied, and basically the most common ones were various small commodities and alcoholic beverages.

"Boss, all the goods on the stalls here are just for display. If someone is interested in them and wants to purchase a large quantity, the stall owners will have someone take the Russians to their residence to take a closer look at the goods." Huang Yang introduced in a low voice beside Jiang Yan.

Now in Moscow, traders are also divided into levels. The lowest level are the backpackers, who work hard for some pocket money. Above them are the small stall owners here. They don't earn much, but they are much better off than the backpackers. Above the stall owners are the shop owners who own stores. They generally have their own purchasing channels. As for Jiang Yan, they are basically the top ones.

However, the so-called shops here are actually just simple small houses built on top of two old containers. They are shabby and small, but for these small vendors and backpackers, their ultimate dream in life is to do business in them.

But these are mostly luxuries. The rent is too expensive. The average rent of a shop in Jiang Yan's store is about 400,000 Chinese yuan, and this is the price after Mr. Jiang came. In the past, an additional protection fee and benefit fee had to be paid, which was almost 100,000 yuan. After Mr. Jiang came, this money was waived. No Russian dared to collect protection fees on Mr. Jiang's territory.

Jiang Yan and his group stood out among the crowd, so many people looked at them with awe. Most people here didn't know Jiang Yan, but they knew Huang Yang and Sun Xiaoguang. Many shop owners here got their goods from them, and some shop owners knew Jiang Yan because they had bought goods from Jiang Yan before.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang." This is the way northern traders greet each other.

"Hello, Boss Jiang."

"Hello, Mr. Jiang."

There were all kinds of ways of greeting and all kinds of dialects, which made Jiang Yan feel overwhelmed. However, since you shouldn't hit someone who smiles at you, Jiang Yan still greeted them one by one.

Of course, there were also some short-sighted people, basically all of them were big-haired people, who relied on their tall and strong bodies to try to punch Jiang Yan, but they were also caught by Jiang Yan's bodyguards.

Of course, these people either left in disgrace or waited on the roadside for the arrival of an ambulance. Given the low efficiency of ambulances in Moscow, it is estimated that these people would have to wait until sunset. But who made them wave their fists at Mr. Jiang's bodyguards? However, for most traders, Sun Xiaoguang, the general manager of the Astai Market, is already a big shot.

Although the shops under Zhao Hongqi's jurisdiction only account for one third, everyone knows that he is the one who makes the decisions in the entire Astai market, and the order and rules of the entire Astai market are set by him.

Who can blame him for having Mr. Jiang standing behind him? The three words "Mr. Jiang" are enough to force the owners of the other two-thirds of the shops to bow their heads.

As for Huang Yang, he is also a person they cannot afford to offend. The amount of goods he delivers to Moscow every month is as high as 4,000 tons. There are as many as 1,000 to 2,000 small traders in Moscow who depend on him for their livelihood. Having goods is the kingly thing.

As for Jiang Yan, who was surrounded by people, everyone had only heard of his name but had never seen him. Many people had been in the Astai Market for such a long time but had never met Mr. Jiang, so everyone wanted to meet this man who had connections and influence, as it would be so prestigious.

Sometimes when these shop owners chat, meeting Mr. Jiang is something worth bragging about, because meeting Mr. Jiang means they have been in the Astai market longer and have more qualifications, and they may even have connections with Sun Xiaoguang and Huang Yang.

Jiang Yan strolled around the Astai Market in a hurry and left.

Back in his room, Huang Yang diligently made a cup of tea for Jiang Yan, and then stood aside respectfully. The others also stood there, only the three of them were nervous.

"Okay, this is not your problem."

The three people breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, especially Zhao Hongqi. As the person in charge of the profiteering business, he was not able to shirk his responsibility for the huge flaws in the business. Not to mention that it was Lukav who specifically reminded Jiang Yan about this.

This means that the matter is actually very serious and has a great impact.

"Since we are going to manage it, let's do it thoroughly. I plan to tear down Astai and then build a department store in Chinatown. If you want to do business in the future, you can do it in this department store." Jiang Yan said lightly.

Everyone couldn't help but gasp when they heard Jiang Yan's words. To rip off the entire Astai Market was truly a big deal.

In fact, Jiang Yan had been thinking about it all night last night. Since he was going to take charge, he would do it thoroughly. The places where the Flower Growers could ship their goods were limited, and the Astai Market accounted for more than 70% of the total. He should bring it under his jurisdiction, and make these traders regulate themselves and understand what the rules were.

What he has to do now is to break the old order, establish new rules, and let everyone know who has the final say.

Jiang Yan also did some calculations. Although it cost a lot to rebuild the Astai Market, it was nothing compared to the subsequent business. Not to mention the goods he delivered, the rent alone was a considerable amount. Of course, the rent Jiang Yan set could not be as high as before.
Furthermore, the Astai Market is too dilapidated, too crowded, and too unmodern. It is so difficult to maintain the current scale of trade, let alone expand the trade volume in the future. The department store after completion will have to be at least three times larger than the current actual usable area.

However, Jiang Yan still wants to expand it a little more, strive to make it five times as big as here, and strive to have 90% of the transactions of flower-growing products here. He is planning to build the Astai Market into Russia's Yiwu Small Commodities Market, and turn the furtive business of profiteering into open international trade.

(End of this chapter)