If you want to go to the trading area to mix money, you have to have something in your hand, and you can't go to the bag with empty gloves and white wolves.

I don't know if the people on the Chinese side are good or not? If they are caught, it will be a shame and they will be thrown into a foreign country.

Let's try our luck with something.

Shamilov sighed as he took all his savings and went to the market to buy some items.

The things in the market are really barren, and there are basically not many items.

Shamilov bought a dozen boxes of cigarettes of different brands and didn't know what to buy, because there really wasn't much to buy.

The mall was almost empty, not even for alcohol.

Shamilov put a fake mustache on his face in disappointment, and ran to the trading area.

He was dumbfounded when he entered the trading area, the cigarettes he brought were almost impossible to trade, although the varieties of goods of the Chinese people were not very many, but compared to their side, they were dazzling, but no one went to change the cigarettes.

One is that Soviet cigarettes are really difficult to smoke, and the other is that tobacco is not among the commodities traded, and it is useless to exchange less cigarettes, and it is impossible to get it back at all.

Shamilov was still afraid of being seen by Baburev's people, so he had to huddle in a corner and tremble, and today it is estimated that he came in vain.

Just when he was a little overwhelmed and didn't know what he was going to do next, several people stopped in front of him.

A young man from China looked at him with blazing eyes.

Wan Feng had been walking around the market for a long time, but he didn't see the person he hoped to find.

The people he was looking for couldn't be ordinary citizens, they didn't necessarily know too much.

They can't be gang members, they don't necessarily tell you something they know, after all, these Soviets have been hostile to China for a long time, and their loyalty to the gang doesn't allow them to say too much to strangers.

The ideal person he was looking for was a little guy between a bastard and a burgher, who knew something black and white, and who didn't have a gang or was not taken seriously at the bottom.

As long as he gives a few dollars, he can pull out everything he knows in his stomach.

But it's really hard to find people like this market, most of them are citizens or small businessmen on the other side, small businessmen know some but only know a little, and businessmen are cunning, who knows whether what he says is true or false.

Wan Feng took a turn in the market, and at the corner from this trip to the next, he saw Shamilov hiding in the corner at a loss, and stopped in front of him.

"What's your name?" Wan Feng asked in his broken Russian.

Shamilov raised his eyes to see Wan Feng, and then looked at the three men and one woman behind him.

He didn't know the life of the Chinese people, he didn't know what the young man in front of him was doing, but the two men behind him seemed to make him feel pressure.

Without figuring out the details of the other party, Shamilov decided that not speaking was the best option.

Wan Feng took out ten yuan from his pocket and shook it in front of Shamilov: "What's your name? ”

Shamilov had no impression of the size of Huaguo's money, but it was not a disadvantage to tell the other party his name to get a piece of money.

"Shamilov!"

Shabilov? And the name?

Wan Feng slapped the money on Shamilov's hand.

"Shabilov, I have something to ask you, and if you answer truthfully, I can give you a lot of money. ”

As he spoke, Wan Feng took out a stack of money from his pocket and shook it in front of Shamilov.

"What do you want to know?"

"Follow me!"

Wan Feng turned away from the trading area and took Shamilov to a secluded place.

The next scene was more festive.

Wan Feng squatted on the ground with a stack of money in his hand, and asked a question through Liang Bingyu, Shamilov answered a question, and Wan Feng took a banknote and gave it to the other party.

Through Shamilov's introduction, Wan Feng learned that the city of Blagoveshchensk is divided into five regions, and there is a long list of names that twist around the mouth.

He couldn't remember these names, so he divided the city into the eastern, northern, western, and southeastern districts according to their directions.

Anyway, that's how the city was divided, he just changed the name to the direction.

The most powerful person on the white road in Buenos is naturally the chief of police, even the mayor of Buenos Aires is not necessarily as powerful as him, and he has the most powerful armed force in Buenos Buenos except for the army: armed special police.

Underworld is everywhere in Buenos Aires, and almost every district has the largest gang, and there are a dozen or even dozens of small and medium-sized gangs below, and these small and medium-sized gangs are in charge of some neighborhoods and engage in some illegal business.

In addition, Wan Feng also asked some about the industrial situation of Buenos Aires.

Shamilov is not too clear about these circumstances.

By the time the questioning was over, Shamilov had already received a hundred or a few dozen yuan of Chinese dollars from Wanfeng.

In the end, Wan Feng gave Shamilov a task, which was to figure out the industrial structure of the city.

Shamilov asked warily: "What are you asking all this for?"

"In a few days I will go to the cloth market to do business, of course I must know what industries you have in the cloth market, what is worthy of my trade exchange, if you don't do it, I can find someone else, I will give you a good reward. ”

Shamilov hesitated for a moment and agreed to Wan Feng's request.

Shamilov exchanged all the Chinese coins in his hand for materials from the Chinese merchants, and it was useless to take the money back to the cloth market, so it was better to exchange it for materials and bring it back.

I didn't expect that these 100 yuan of Huaguo coins would buy a lot of things.

Holding grass, these things can be sold for thousands of rubles when they are brought back to the cloth market.

In '86, the ruble was a currency unit that was more valuable than a meter, and a meter dollar could not be exchanged for one ruble.

Shamilov then discovered that Chinese coins were also good things.

Back in Blagoveshchensk, Shamilov was in trouble, there were so many industries in the city, and he didn't know how long he would have to investigate if he went to investigate one by one.

After worrying for a long time, he suddenly remembered that he had a friend's father who was in charge of the industry of the city, so he exchanged one of the down jackets he had bought for a copy of the industrial distribution book of the city of Blagoveshchensk.

He was going to give this to the Chinese youth.

"We need an agent of Bu City, how about we support this Shabilov as the boss of the underground world of Bu City?" In the base, Wan Feng asked Han Guangjia and Yang Jianguo.

Li Mingdou should not be involved in such a thing.

In China, he did everything possible to make those people who mixed with society go the right way, but on the other side of the river, he didn't have such lofty ideas, he had to have a person or gang who listened to his own words and did things for himself and could also influence the pattern of the market.

"Is this possible in someone else's country? Won't it break the other party's laws?"

"We don't come forward, we just hide in the back, just support it when the time is right, and it's up to him to decide whether he can break out or not. ”

"Are you optimistic about him?" asked Han Guangjia, who hadn't spoken for a long time.

Wan Feng nodded.