Chapter 550
is all garbage.
Chapter 550 is all garbage.
This market research trip left everyone feeling frustrated and sullen, with a lump in their throats, unsure of who to vent their anger on.
Why do Russians look down on East Asian products and have prejudices against East Asians?
But the black marketeers in the East were a disappointment; they did indeed commit so many disgraceful acts and were not wrongly accused.
Is it the fault of these Eastern speculators?
To be honest, given the current situation in East Asia and Russia, every day is like sweeping up money with a broom. In the face of such a crazy market, companies like Changhong that stay true to their original aspirations and insist on high quality are extremely rare.
A group of people silently returned to the Ant Hotel.
As they passed by several traders from the East, the crowd overheard their whispers.
"Lao Cheng sold out his entire train carload of Erguotou? Sold it for $3 a bottle? Tsk tsk tsk, he made a killing, didn't he? The wholesale price in Dongguo is less than $2. What about Lao Cheng?"
Another person scoffed, "He ran away. He got incredibly lucky, somehow managed to hook up with a complete idiot, trading liquor for a used car. That black-hearted bastard Lao Cheng diluted most of the Erguotou with water before even delivering the goods. Now, he's afraid of getting into trouble, so he's already run away."
Several East Asian traders called Lao Cheng's actions heartless, but their tone was full of envy.
In the end, it was a man with a mole on his lip who spoke the truth: "Damn it, God didn't give me that chance. If it were me, I could be even more ruthless!"
He said with admiration and longing, "When will we be able to do what Boss Mou did, making a fortune by getting four airplanes out of nothing using everyday items and earning over 100 million?!"
Others said, "It's not easy. The Russians have become cunning; sometimes they don't even pay the final payment, and the customs officials are incredibly corrupt."
Mu Qizhong can be considered an idol of many East Asian traders. In 1989, he took the barter memorandum with him and sent a train carload of thermos flask liners to Russia.
After receiving the goods, the Russian Empire sent a plane to Chengdu.
Mu Qizhong used the plane as collateral to obtain 6000 million yuan from the bank, and then used the funds to purchase more than 500 train cars of daily necessities such as canned goods and leather clothing. By 1992, he had earned 1.6 million yuan.
This allowed Mu Qizhong to rank fourth on the Forbes list of richest people in Eastern China in 1994.
In some ways, Mu Qizhong is much more famous than Lin Xiaohe in the world of resellers.
Xiao Dong from the International Sales Department couldn't hold back any longer and stopped, saying angrily, "The reputation of Dongguo products is ruined by people like you!"
Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell silent, as if the atmosphere had frozen.
Xiao Ye and his companion, who had just taken the elevator downstairs, stopped in their tracks, intending to turn back into the elevator, only to find that it had already begun to ascend.
Xiao Ye slammed her eyes shut, a wave of despair washing over her. What terrible things had she done?! She'd finally managed to sell the down jacket and leather coat, and was just looking for something good to eat when she ran into this group of killers!
Xiao Ye didn't dare look at Lin Xiaohe, and could only turn her gaze to the few Dongguo traders with ugly faces and unfriendly eyes.
They were experienced traders who had been operating in Moscow for two or three years and had formed a small group.
There are people in China who are responsible for receiving the goods, while the rest of us are responsible for selling them here.
He was considered a prominent figure in the black market trading circle, and it was said that his backer was Mu Qizhong.
Xiao Ye lowered his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. When a dragon from outside the river meets a local snake, who will prevail?
The man with the mole pulled a lighter from his pocket, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, squinted, and said, "Brother, new here?"
Xiao Dong puffed out his chest: "Yes."
"Oh, what kind of goods are you selling? Tell me about it."
Xiao Ye frowned in the corner. It was an unwritten rule that middlemen wouldn't ask about the goods among themselves.
Xiao Dong raised her chin slightly: "Color TV."
Eh?
A look of astonishment crossed everyone's faces. The man with the long mole took the cigarette from his mouth, straightened up, and asked with a hint of caution, "Japanese color TV or Samsung color TV?"
Could they be distributors of these large companies stationed in Russia?
Even if someone is just a distributor, being able to connect with these large corporations proves that the person in front of them has the ability.
Xiao Dong rolled her eyes and said matter-of-factly, "I'm from the East, so of course I sell East Korean color TVs!"
ha? !
The lobby erupted in laughter.
"What the heck? A Dongguo color TV? Young man, are you underestimating the job of a reseller? Do you think just anyone can make money this way?"
"Hey, if you want to sell Dongguo color TVs here, you'll lose everything, down to your underwear."
A kind-hearted reseller advised, "Don't bother, you won't be able to sell them. People here only recognize Japanese TVs; even Korean ones are considered inferior."
The man with the mole covered his face with his hands, feeling like a complete idiot. He thought the other person was playing a game of pretending to be a pig to eat a mouse, but he never expected that the other person really was a pig.
"Alright, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Kid, let me give you a piece of advice: this is Russia, not China. Watch your mouth, or you'll get yourself into trouble."
Tsk tsk, I'm so kind.
Xiao Dong was only in his early twenties, young and impetuous. He was so angry at the laughter of the crowd that his face turned red. He raised his voice and said, "What are you laughing at? So what if it's a Dongguo color TV? Our Panshi color TV is no worse than Japanese products!"
Xiao Ye suddenly looked up, and in a flash, she recognized her. It turned out that the young woman was Lin Xiaohe, the factory director of Changhong Factory, who had been featured in the news!
Her breathing quickened suddenly, her heart pounded, and her sixth sense told her that perhaps a tremendous opportunity was about to be presented to her.
The man with the mole laughed loudly, then his face turned cold as he sneered, "What Rock TV? I've never heard of it, and I don't know where this piece of junk TV came from, yet it dares to..."
"Cough cough cough." His companion behind him winked and frantically hinted, "One color TV can be passed down for three generations."
The man with the mole coughed violently from the choking.
What? Oh, it's this Rockstar TV.
Even though they had been staying in Moscow, they had heard of the great reputation of Pan-Shi TVs.
I never expected that PanShi TV would actually plan to expand its market in Russia!
The man with the mole had a blank look in his eyes, his mind a complete mess.
Isn't PanShi TV currently locked in a fierce battle with the Japan Color TV Association?
Didn't the newspaper say that Panshi TV's color picture tubes were cut off and they were in dire straits?
"You said you came to Moscow to sell color TVs? Are you sure? Shouldn't you be here to buy CRT tubes?"
Even if they do manage to secure the order, the key question is whether they'll actually have the goods.
Xiao Dong: "What is the Japan Color TV Association? It's just a defeated opponent of our Changhong factory."
The foreign traders in the lobby moved their lips, but ultimately remained silent.
Oh well, he's just starting out abroad and he's always so confident. Let him run into a wall and he'll face reality.
The Japanese traders in the East didn't want to go against the state-owned factory, but the Japanese customers in the lobby retorted.
"Your Changhong factory is nothing but a grasshopper in autumn, it won't last long. Panasonic has already applied for multiple plasma technologies, and the factory's infrastructure is nearing completion. The future of the television industry ultimately depends on Panasonic! We are the true nation with craftsmanship, while you, from the East, produce nothing but garbage!"