Reborn in the red age

On the day when the plan to exchange canned food for airplanes was rejected, in a hotel in Moscow, Mou Qizhong and four of the company's already broken-down employees sat in the hotel room sighing.

The state of the four people at this time was that they were full of confidence before coming, but suffered a great blow after coming.

"Chairman, our plan has failed. They only want money and are not willing to barter with us."

"Yes, Chairman, why don't you give up this plan? Trading canned food for airplanes is unreliable no matter how you think about it."

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In the room, the four employees who came with him were urging Mou Zhexi to abandon the so-called canned food for airplanes plan, and honestly return to China to do his own reselling business.

Mou Qizhong, standing by the window, listened to his employees' advice expressionlessly. He did not make any comment, but just silently watched the busy Moscow Street downstairs.

After a long while, Mou Qizhong finally turned around, glanced at everyone and said calmly: "Ten years ago, Guangming Daily published an article titled: Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Do you still remember it?"

The four people didn't understand why Mou Qi Zhong asked this irrelevant question. They looked at each other and nodded to indicate that they remembered.

Looking at the four trusted generals who nodded, Mou Qizhong continued, "It's said in the newspaper that true knowledge comes from practice. We haven't even started yet, how can we easily deny it?"

The four of them looked at each other, wondering what was wrong with their boss.

Zhao Dezhu, the secretary who had been with Mou Zonghong the longest, carefully reminded him: "Chairman, we were just kicked out. This plan has failed."

"No, I have not failed. I quote a sentence from On Protracted War: Success often comes from the effort to persevere a little further."

"Today is just the first preliminary communication. The aircraft manufacturer just rejected us. We still have many opportunities to work hard. As long as we persist, there will always be a day when the fog will be cleared."

Mou Qizhong didn't know why, but he somehow felt that Li Qingfeng's assessment of Big Brother's economic situation was correct, and that he would definitely succeed by following his method.

"Then what should we do now?"

Mou Qizhong frowned and thought for a while, then decisively issued an order: "Find four international students to serve as interpreters. Each of you will lead an interpreter to go to all the stores in Moscow and investigate their supply of materials."

“Okay, we’ll do it right away.”

Soon, the four found the invited international student and asked him to help find four more classmates. They divided themselves into four groups of two and took taxis to various large stores in Moscow.

Still in the hotel a few days ago, Mou Qizhong sat on the sofa, looking at the results of the investigation in the past few days, laughing wildly.

"Chairman, although there are indeed difficulties in the supply of materials in Moscow, it is not to the point where you cannot buy materials. You can still buy them as long as you queue up." Zhao Dezhu, who didn't understand why Mou Qizhong was laughing, stepped forward cautiously to remind him.

There was another round of laughter. Mou Qizhong put down the information he had collected, pointed his index finger at Zhao Dezhu, and tapped the table meaningfully: "Where is this? Moscow, the core of Big Brother, its status is the same as our Forbidden City."

"The supply of materials in Moscow is already in trouble, and it will be even more difficult in other places. If people in Moscow have to queue for an hour to buy bread, people in other areas will have to queue for two or even three hours to buy dinner."

"Chairman, if you haven't investigated, you have no right to speak. We only investigated Moscow."

"This..." Zhao Dezhu thought about it and it seemed to be true, so he shut his mouth and stopped persuading.

Mou Qi Zhong walked around the room excitedly, his eyes rolling around, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Just as I had some thoughts in my mind, the phone on the table rang.

The two looked at each other. Who would call them in a foreign country?

Zhao Dezhu took a step forward and picked up the phone. Before he could speak, a burst of standard Mandarin came from the other end of the receiver along with the sound of electricity:

"Hello, is this Mou Qizhong?"

"Yes, are you?"

“I am Qingfeng Li”

As Zhao Dezhu went to Peking University with Mou Qizhong, he naturally knew who Li Qingfeng was.

When he heard the other party claiming to be Li Qingfeng, he didn't care why Li Qingfeng in China could make a call to Moscow, and quickly handed the microphone to Mou Qizhong who was standing beside him.

Mou Qizhong answered the phone and laughed: "Teacher Li, your call came at the right time. I was just thinking about how to contact China as soon as possible, and then you called me."

"Contact the country, is there anything?"

Listening to Mou Qizhong's voice through the microphone, which was full of energy and a little bit of joy, Li Qingfeng realized that something might have changed. He suppressed the question he wanted to ask and just continued speaking along the lines of what the other party was saying.

"It's nothing serious. I just wanted to ask someone to help me buy a carload of supplies from China and send it to Moscow. I want to use this batch of supplies to open up the gap."

When he heard the words 'open a gap', Qingfeng Li immediately understood what this guy meant. He was planning to bribe someone.

In Moscow, people won't accept the national currency if you give it to them. The US dollar is the hard currency there now, and the ruble has to take a back seat.

It is better to send supplies than money. As long as you have supplies, you can exchange them for dollars on the black market through this method.

National conditions are different, but human relationships are universal.

I have to say, this is a genius idea, I support it, I must support it.

"Good idea. If you want to open a gap, you need to send some things. What supplies do you need? I can help you solve it in Sijiu City."

"Food, clothing, anything you need is fine. Just buy a carload of unsold supplies that no one wants in China. The budget should be within 50,000. I will take them here."

"Okay, that's no problem. I'll contact you and call you when the goods are shipped."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Li. I will return the 50,000 yuan to you as soon as I return to China."

Li Qingfeng thought for a moment and said, "You don't have to give me this carload of goods. I'll find a way to send it to Moscow for $100,000. How about you use this money to help me with the automotive industry?"

"The price of building a complete automotive industrial system is too high. Even if we give them $100,000, they may not agree to barter, right?"

Mou Qizhong inquired about the value of the entire automobile industry. If he wanted to build a large automobile factory from scratch, even with Big Brother, he would not be able to do so without hundreds of millions of dollars. "One hundred thousand is just a stepping stone. When you contact them, you can tell them that if what I want can be confirmed within two months, I will send another one million dollars."

“Okay, no problem.”

After hanging up the phone with Mou Qizhong, Li Qingfeng stuffed another ten dollars into the pocket of an embassy staff member, and then drove away in style.

First, he went to the dilapidated headquarters building of Huaxin International, found Xu Yuanming, and asked him to withdraw 100,000 US dollars from Huaxin's account.

Then he walked into Ma Wenhui's shop with a bag of US dollars and found Zhang Yapeng, who had agreed to work in the car factory.

In Zhang Yapeng's shocked eyes, Li Qingfeng threw a bag of US dollars on the desk and said, "Get ready. You will need to go to Moscow in about a week. You will probably not be able to come back for the New Year. Please take care of your family matters."

"This..." Zhang Yapeng asked doubtfully, stroking the hundred-dollar bill on the table, "This one hundred thousand dollars is too much. Are you going to buy something in Moscow?"

“No purchases”

"That is?"

"Gift-giving"

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The reason why the funds had to be carried through by someone else was mainly because it was not convenient for Li Qingfeng and Lemon Company to have any contact with Big Brother.

Now that the relationship between the two countries has broken down, the United States has always disliked the Lemon Company that is active within the United States.

If it weren't for Stanford and a group of computer partners and dealers' efforts to stop it, Lemon Company would have been wiped out long ago and would not have been able to continue to operate smoothly in the international market.

At this time, everything had to be done with caution. Even Li Qingfeng himself did not dare to go to Moscow at will, for fear of being caught by the Americans, let alone the funds being transferred.

After instructing Zhang Yapeng on some precautions, Li Qingfeng left in a hurry again and called Wang Weimin who was far away in Wuxi, asking him to help contact various middlemen in Sijiu City to collect the 50,000 yuan worth of supplies as soon as possible.

After hanging up the phone with Wang Weimin, Li Qingfeng thought to himself that ever since Wang Weimin left, he had been unable to get anything done smoothly in the city. It was time to find a new agent to do odd jobs.

Wang Weimin has not been in Beijing for a long time, but his various scattered relationships are still there. It is impossible for him to do anything big, but it is still easy for him to purchase unsaleable materials from various traders.

In just three days, a carload of supplies worth 50,000 yuan was collected and piled up in a warehouse.

Standing on the freight train bound for Moscow, Qingfeng Li looked at a carriage that had already been loaded and nodded.

Upon receiving the signal, the staff immediately closed and locked the carriage and would not reopen it until Moscow.

Li Qingfeng's action of moving the goods did not attract anyone's attention.

All the people who can come here are international traders. Although there are a lot of goods in one carriage, you can often see them.

"Then I'll go first."

Standing on the platform of the station, Zhang Yapeng, who was about to get on the train, waved to several people who came to see him off.

Ma Wenhui has a carefree personality and is usually very tough, but when it comes to parting before the Spring Festival, she still behaves like a little woman, wiping away her tears as she said goodbye to Zhang Yapeng.

Hu Jiabao, who came to see her off, saw Ma Wenhui's tears and quickly put his arm around her shoulders to comfort her.

Li Qingfeng, who knew that it was a bit unkind to send someone on a business trip at this time, touched his nose awkwardly and said, "Don't worry, I will assign four bodyguards to Yapeng. They are all good fighters from the Vietnam War and can protect Yapeng's safety."

"Okay, stop talking. Come with me and let the couple talk in private." Hu Jiabao glared at Li Qingfeng fiercely and pulled Li Qingfeng to the side.

Standing nearby where Ma Wenhui couldn't see, Hu Jiabao scolded Li Qingfeng: "Look at what you did. It's Chinese New Year, and their child was just born this year, and you sent them on a business trip to Moscow. If it was a short time, it would be fine, but this business trip lasts for several months."

"Yes, yes, it's my fault, my fault. I didn't think it through." Facing Hu Jiabao's criticism, Li Qingfeng nodded repeatedly and admitted his mistake.

There was no way, time was tight and Qingfeng Li couldn't go there in person.

Big Brother will disintegrate in two years. If you don't quickly finalize the automobile factory project now, when the situation over there becomes completely chaotic, even if the top management is willing to sell you a full set of equipment and technology, where will you find a factory to produce for you?

When it comes to the production of a complete production line, it is not something that can be resolved in a short period of time. Let alone production, even dismantling a complete automobile factory in production will take at least a year or two.

After returning from the train station, Hu Jiabao kept finding topics to chat about, but Ma Wenhui was not in a good mood and looked listless all the way in the car.

Ma Wenhui was not allowed to go back home at night. Hu Jiabao cleaned up the guest room in his home and let the mother and son stay there.

Emotions come and go quickly, and Ma Wenhui recovered overnight.

He started teasing Chuyi early in the morning at the dinner table, which made the little girl Chuyi so angry that she took the initiative to carry her schoolbag and urged Li Qingfeng to take her to school quickly, as she didn't want to stay at home.

This scene made everyone laugh.

His daughter was in a hurry to go to school, so Li Qingfeng, who had not finished his meal, had to get up from the table, hold a fried dough stick in his hand, and go downstairs to drive.

While everyone was having fun here, the international train officially crossed the border and arrived in Mongolia after traveling for more than ten hours.

Sun Aidang and others who were sent by Li Qingfeng to protect Zhang Yapeng in the sleeper car began to take things out from every corner of the luggage after crossing the border.

Soon, to Zhang Yapeng's astonishment, they assembled a miniature pistol of unidentifiable model.

After stuffing the only two bullets into the magazine, Sun Aidang grinned at Zhang Yapeng and said, "Brother Zhang, don't be afraid. After we leave the border, there will be no police on this car. In order to avoid any accidents, we have come up with a way to send a weapon up for self-defense."

Zhang Yapeng was about to ask them to throw away the guns when he suddenly remembered the incident in which a trader was robbed abroad. He touched the luggage full of money under the bed and shut his mouth.

The train passed through the Mongolian border smoothly. After arriving at the first checkpoint on the big brother's side, a dozen fierce-looking Russians boarded the train in the name of checking contraband.

"Come out and check"

Soon, poor Chinese was heard outside the carriage where Zhang Yapeng and others were. (End of this chapter)