After strolling around the county town for two days, Li Feng finally found a good market.
Now that the Japanese forces were on the rise, the British and American forces were suppressed, and the property of many British and American merchants was seized, causing the United States and Britain to hate the Japanese.
There were three countries that the Japanese did not dare to offend. Two of them were the Axis countries, Germany and Italy, and the other was the Russians in the north.
The Japanese would not dare to encroach on the interests of the Russians in China.
In Ping 'an County, there was an old Russian who was in the match business. He also opened several restaurants and grain stores. It could be said that his business was very big.
However, according to Li Feng's investigation over the past two days, he felt that this person was not simple. Those grain stores were not small, but the grain they received was never sold again. Instead, they were transported away in batches.
Li Feng had also found out the whereabouts of the grain transported in batches. They were all traded in Outer Mongolia and sold to the nobles of Outer Mongolia at a high price. They were also sold to Russia. Russia was currently at war with Germany and lacked everything. Food was an important strategic resource.
The Spitto Club had a western style of decoration.
Li Feng entered the place. Under the darkness, there were all kinds of unique lights shining. There were western carpets and sofas inside. It was very luxurious.
Spithoff was an expert in brewing and storing wine. The upper class of Ping An County gathered here, and these people wanted to drink Spithoff's good wine.
Looking at the men and women dancing under the lights, Li Feng realized that more than half of them were Japanese, and there were also some big businessmen from Pingan County.
One of them was even the captain of the garrison in Pingan County.
"Mr. Spetford, your wine is really good. Can I buy some at a high price?”
A traitor was extremely respectful to Spithoff.
Spithoff was lying on the sofa, feeling very comfortable.
The captain of the garrison, Kojima, liked white wine. The Volga white wine that Spithoff had collected for decades was Kojima's favorite.
Kojima did not hesitate to lower his status as a junior officer. He bowed to Spithoff and wanted a bottle of vodka to taste.
However, Spithoff still did not agree. Even though there was a lot of wine, he had carefully prepared it himself. He was prepared to enjoy it himself unless he met someone he liked.
Of course, if it was Russia's supreme leader, Comrade Dalin, Spitto could still give some.
When Li Feng saw this, he didn't speak to Spithoff. He sat directly opposite Spithoff, opened a bottle of Volga wine that Spithoff had collected, and drank it in big gulps.
"The alcohol content is not high, but the taste is not bad!”
Li Feng was a good drinker, so he drank more than half of the bottle.
Li Feng's actions shocked not only the Japanese and Chinese higher-ups, but also Spithoff.
Everyone was stunned for a moment before they came back to their senses. They looked at Li Feng as if he was a dead man.
The Japanese were about to call the soldiers in, but when Li Feng took out a pair of stockings, Spithoff's attention was immediately attracted.
He had a wife, sister, and mother in Russia. Spitto knew the value of these stockings. They were very expensive.
Furthermore, it was highly respected by women. Not only did it protect their skin, but it also kept them warm and beautiful. In this era, it had a very high market in various countries.
Li Feng was very comfortable with Spithoff's attitude. Xiao Dao, who was glaring at him, was also a little embarrassed at this moment. He did not expect Spithoff to treat Li Feng so well. As a soldier, he knew nothing about the business market.
Li Feng glanced at the island, and Spithoff understood what Li Feng meant.
"All of you, leave. I'm not feeling well today!”
Spithoff ordered him to leave.
Kojima was also unhappy, but he couldn't say anything. He wasn't stupid. This Russian wasn't just Russian, his background wasn't weak either.
After Xiao Dao and the others were kicked out, only Li Feng, Spithoff, and the servants who served Spithoff were left in the clubhouse.
"Sir, we're still on the same topic. I want as many of these goods as you have. I want to be your agent!”
Spithoff was agitated. He opened a bottle of French wine of excellent quality and poured a large glass for Li Feng.
"About this, it's fine. Everything is negotiable!”
Li Feng was not anxious. The more polite you were to these foreigners, the less respect they would have. Instead, you ignored them. Only then would they feel that you were extraordinary.
"How about 20 yuan for a pair!"
“30！”
“40！”
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Li Feng smiled when Spithoff said the price.
In the end, both parties agreed to the price of 60 yuan. This made Spithoff a little worried. He was not even sure how much he could earn. This Chinese person's ability to make birthdays was so awesome that it almost made him cry.
Since he wanted to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle, Spithoff decided to give it a try. He then treated Li Feng politely with good wine.
The two of them had a good chat. They talked about the stockings business market and then turned to other business economics. Li Feng handed 50 pairs of stockings to this guy.
He immediately picked up the phone and started talking to an American friend.
"My God, Tofu, you have stockings, are you sure it's true?”
The other party's breathing was heavy. This person was a big businessman in Chongqing.
"I am sure, my friend, that I would rather deceive God than you!“
Spithoff was not a believer and did not have much faith in God.
"Okay, I'll give you at least 20 dollars.”
The big American businessman was extremely excited. Now, the high-level ladies of China and the high-level ladies of the United States liked stockings very much. This was a huge market.
This price made Spithoff suck in a breath of cold air. According to the current exchange value of the ocean and US dollars, Spithoff had earned more than double the net profit.
Spithoff's breathing became heavier. After he put down the phone, he looked at Li Feng again. He was even more excited than when he saw his father.
"My respected sir, give me as much as you have in the future. I'm willing to be your most sincere friend!”
Spithoff was very excited and drank another big glass of wine with Li Feng.
Li Feng's alcohol tolerance was very high. This old Russian was not Li Feng's match at all. His physique was far from what ordinary people could compare to.
Li Feng saw Spithoff's expression when he made the call. This guy must have made a lot of money. Li Feng didn't mind making him spit out some benefits.
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