Chapter 30 Please Call Me William

Seryozha and Yuri were sitting in a small park of the Gorky Automobile Factory, smoking a cigarette full of anxiety, and they both looked in the same direction, where a group of Yuri's men were selling goods in full swing.

"You said that our goods are almost sold out, right?" Yuri still refused to believe his ears, he never thought that such a booming business would close soon after opening.

"Yes, we don't have any new sources of goods, and our strength is still too small. The people in Dresden don't think much of us at all." Seryozha helplessly explained to Yuri.

"But our good life has just begun, can't you think of a way?" Yuri still didn't give up, he felt that Seryozha would always find a way.

"I'm sorry Yuri, until I find a new source, there's nothing I can do." Seryozha threw the unfinished cigarette on the ground and stamped it out.

"Is there really no way? I have a big order in my hand, which is enough for us to squander for several years." Yuri frowned and said to Seryozha.

"What a big order. We still have some in stock. If you don't want to discuss it with them, even if you can't eat all of it, it's good to eat some of it." Sergey Sha was obviously moved.

"No, what we have is high-end goods. What people want is ordinary-grade vodka, cigarettes, candies, beef, pork, chicken, and even flour." Yuri explained to Sergei road.

"These things don't make much profit. These things are not expensive, and they are very laborious to transport. If they are confiscated, the loss will not be small. Who in our business would smuggle these things." Seryozha felt that Yuri was Not being tricked by anyone. Added another sentence: "Who introduced this business?"

"It's one of my inmates in the Gulag. He has just been released and is doing some small business in Tyumen." Yuri explained, taking out a piece of paper from his pocket and handing it to Seryozha, and continued Said: "You see, as long as it is these things above, he wants it."

Seryozha took it over and took a look. It was densely packed with a list of various commodities, ranging from daily necessities, to tobacco, alcohol, sugar, tea, and all kinds of meat. The more Seriosha looked at it, the more strange he felt, and he couldn't help asking: "What is the origin of that guy? Why do you buy these things?"

"Who are you talking about, my cellmate?" Yuri asked back.

"Yes! What's the matter with that guy?" Seryozha continued to ask.

"That guy was originally a high-ranking kid. He accidentally killed someone with his car and then ran away. I saved his life inside." Yuri introduced.

"Children of high-ranking cadres? How high is it? What is the level of the family? What kind of business is it in charge of?" Seryozha continued to ask.

"I don't know, I only know that he is a cadre in the oil field. I heard that he has a lot of power." Yuri tried his best to recall everything he knew.

"What is he buying these things for?" Seryozha still couldn't figure it out. What would a high-ranking boy buy these things for?

"He didn't go into details. He just said that the workers there are well-paid and rich, but these things are in short supply, and even if they have money, they can't buy them." Yuri's eyes changed when he saw Seryozha. No matter how lost, now he is full of spirits. He also began to feel that it was not so simple.

"Tell over there, take over this business, and when I come back to talk to them, I'll go to Mikhail first." As soon as he finished speaking, Seryozha rushed to the car, and after a while, no one was there. It's gone, leaving Yuri at a loss as to where Zhang Er is.

Seryozha drove the car and looked for Mikhail in several places, but he couldn't find Mikhail. Seryozha couldn't wait any longer. He found the nearest phone booth, entered a series of familiar numbers, and a waiting message came from the phone. Sound, five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty seconds. . . Until Seryozha felt that the other party would not answer his call. A familiar voice came over: "Are you finally willing to talk about the durian candy business?"

Seryozha tried to control his excitement,

Suppressing his own voice, he said, "Mr. across the way, forget about the durian candy. I want to discuss a new business with you! A business big enough to arouse your interest." each other's appetite.

"I'm not interested in your so-called 'big business', I'm only interested in durian candy. I think you didn't get that batch at all, you were just teasing me." William Peake has completely Losing his patience, the other party never followed up. Obviously, he didn't have that batch of goods in hand.

"Sir across the street, I want to ask if you are interested in the oil business?" Seryozha understood. Go To Topic.

"Don't tell me you robbed a fuel tanker and can't find a buyer, hahaha!" William Peake was still laughing at Seryozha, he didn't believe this kid's big business at all.

"No, sir, what I'm talking about is the crude oil from the Tyumen Oilfield. There is a steady stream of crude oil. I can even transport a whole train to Poland by train. Are you really not interested?" The tone is relaxed, but the heart is very anxiously waiting for the other party's reply.

William Pique seriously considered the other party's suggestion in his heart. To be honest, William Pique did not really underestimate the other party. The longer he works in this business, the more cautious he will be. So William Pique gave the other party a chance, but the other party is obviously not up to the grade. -In terms of Pique's status in the world, he will not trade with people of this level again. After all, this business is illegal, and the stall is too large, so it is easy to be infiltrated by the police, bringing danger to myself and my business partners.

But the other party claimed on the phone that they could transport the oil from the Tyumen Oilfield to Poland continuously. If the other party really has this strength, William Pique must give the other party the corresponding respect. If the other party is bragging, William Pique had nothing to lose either. Of course, Seryozha will never have the opportunity to talk to William Pique again. Moreover, since the oil crisis in 1979, oil prices have continued to rise, hitting record highs repeatedly. William Peek has recently been to the opposite side of the Berlin Wall, and the truck drivers there have gone on strike several times. So after thinking for a while, William Pique decided to give the opponent a chance, and at the same time give himself a chance.

"If you can really send oil to Poland, I will give you a fair price." William Pique replied cautiously.

"How much is that?" Seryozha demanded.

"What do you think of six dollars a barrel?" William Peake offered a low price, which was the black market price two years ago.

"Fifteen dollars!" Seryozha directly revealed the market price.

"That's impossible. How about seven dollars a barrel?" William Peake raised a dollar.

"Fourteen dollars!" Seryozha also lowered a dollar.

"Eight dollars!"

"Thirteen dollars!"

"Nine dollars!"

"Twelve dollars!"

"Ten dollars, no more, or the deal will be cancelled." William Peake was a little annoyed.

"Okay, ten dollars. I agree with this price. But you have to pay for one transaction, and you can't pay on credit." Seryozha made some concessions and agreed to the other party.

"The transaction will take effect when your train enters Warsaw, otherwise I will treat today's matter as if I didn't say it, and I will not contact you again in the future." William Pique warned the other party again.

"May I ask you, sir, what should I call you in the future?" Seryozha asked.

"Please call me William, what should I call you, you mysterious guy?" William Peake reported his family name.

"You may call me Seryozha," replied Seryozha.

"Okay, Seryozha, I hope we have a good cooperation!"

"Good cooperation, William."