The Lada Automobile Manufacturing Plant was once the largest automobile manufacturer in the former Soviet Union, but now it is getting worse and almost fell into a semi-stop production.

This military-industrial automobile manufacturer, circled by red high walls, is no longer as beautiful as before. The doors are closed and there is no guard. The signs of wind and rain on the door posts on both sides are very obvious.

The translator hired by Chen Anjie for Luo Zhiyuan was a representative of a military-industrial enterprise in the former Soviet Union in China. He was named Sergei. He was about fifty years old and could speak fluent Mandarin.

"Mr. Luo, are you here to visit this factory?" Sergei was a little suspicious.

He is currently unemployed and is at home. It is of course a good thing for someone to hire him, but this young employer from China stood at the door of the company and looked at him for more than half an hour, but did not express his intention.

Luo Zhiyuan smiled, "Mr. Sergei, I want to meet with the owner of this factory. Can you help me think of a solution?"

Luo Zhiyuan has learned from Chen Anjie that Sergei has worked in this company and is quite familiar with the people in the company, which is a key factor in his willingness to hire at a high price.

Luo Zhiyuan said and handed over a red envelope, which contained two hundred dollars. Before coming to Moscow, he did not exchange rubles, but exchanged a more valuable part of the US dollar as activity funds. Now Russia is in inflation, and the exchange rate between rubles and US dollars is as high as about 3,000 to 1, and two hundred dollars is a considerable amount.

A hint of fanaticism flashed in Sergei's eyes. In the Russian economic crisis, the purchasing power of the ruble is getting lower and lower, but the US dollar is hard currency. In fact, let alone US dollar, even RMB is good. In the Moscow market, some merchants are willing to collect RMB.

Sergei stuffed the red envelope into his pocket and pondered for a moment, "Can Mr. Luo tell me what you want to do when you see the other party?"

"I want to talk to him about a cooperation. You can tell him directly that I intend to buy their Lada car, and the number of it will be very large." Luo Zhiyuan smiled, "Please trouble you."

Sergei was shocked. The "customer" introduced by the Embassy Counselor Chen Anjie must be some merchants from China. He guessed so. However, Luo Zhiyuan was still interested in the backlog of Lada Automobile, which was unsold in the market, which was beyond his expectations.

...

Sergei entered the Lada Automobile Manufacturing Plant and came out half an hour later to bring Luo Zhiyuan into the factory. Sergei was friends with Ayev, the "top leader" of the factory.

The dilapidated and desolate scene in the factory was even worse than Luo Zhiyuan imagined. It was empty and there were no one there. Obviously, there were not many people at work. However, Luo Zhiyuan had something to do and did not look at it. He followed Sergei's butt and entered the factory's office building. In a large and simple office on the first floor, Luo Zhiyuan saw Ayev, who was fat, fifty or sixty years old, slightly bald.

The man narrowed his eyes and had a Russian hypocritical smile on his face, but he did not get up, but sat up straight, looked at the two of them with a squint eyes, without saying a word.

Sergei quickly smiled and introduced Luo Zhiyuan in Russian, but Ayev still sat there arrogantly with his eyes disdainful.

Luo Zhiyuan then felt why many people said that "it is difficult to deal with Russians." But he came prepared, so how could he stop his actions because of Ayev's arrogance and impoliteness? He smiled calmly and took a few steps forward, but did not shake hands with Ayev, because he knew that this Russian who seemed to be in a low mood might not give him such face, so he would not make any trouble.

"Mr. Sergei, please tell Mr. Ayev that I want to reach a cooperation with their factory and order a hundred Rada cars." Luo Zhiyuan signaled to Sergei to translate.

Luo Zhiyuan has his own confidence. As a time traveler who is forward-looking in information, he knew that this factory would not really go bankrupt, and Lada Automobile would have a certain market in the future, and even went abroad to enter the Eastern European market for a while. But that was a later story, with government support and intervention. At the same time, they also upgraded and transformed the cars to cater to market demand. As for the cars whose backlog models and appearances were eliminated by the market, if they were not dealt with, they would be piled up in the warehouse as scrap.

Therefore, he believed that Ayev would be interested in the end.

But at this moment, Ayev obviously did not believe in Luo Zhiyuan's sincerity. As a shrewd businessman who had been dealing with Chinese people for more than ten years, he was familiar with and understood the rise and fall of Lada Automobile in China, and knew that Chinese people no longer welcome former Soviet brand cars, so he did not believe Luo Zhiyuan's words. Even if he did not regard Luo Zhiyuan as a transnational liar, he was full of vigilance.

...

It was not until Luo Zhiyuan asked Sergei to translate his entire barter trading plan to Ayev that his squinted eyes slowly opened wide, and there was a complex brilliance of suspicion, greed and heart-warming.

He sat there pondered for a moment, and said a few miles to Sergei.

Sergei hesitated for a moment, and still smiled and translated to Luo Zhiyuan: "Mr. Luo, Mr. Ayev said that cooperation is OK, but first, they need to pay a deposit of 100,000 US dollars; second, the price of each car is determined according to the market price last year; third, the price of the goods you supply is determined by the Lada Factory."

Even Sergei felt a little embarrassed. Ayev's attitude was not only too harsh, but also a bit of a greedy sense. They decided on the price of the vehicle, completely ignoring the fact that the Lada car depreciated indefinitely and became a pile of waste. On the other hand, the goods supplied by Luo Zhiyuan were determined by Ayev, which was equivalent to a lion's big talk, helping each other with his left and right hands, completely fooling Luo Zhiyuan as a fool.

Of course, Luo Zhiyuan is not a fool. Obviously, Ayev did this on purpose. In other words, he did not want to negotiate this cooperation, and he was not very interested in Luo Zhiyuan's plan.

Luo Zhiyuan's face became gloomy after listening to Sergei's translation.

Ayev is not talking about business and cooperation, but rather is posing as teasing and playing games.

Ayev waved to Sergei impatiently again, and then made a few miles of wows.

Sergei had no choice but to spread his hands, "Mr. Luo, sorry, Mr. Ayev said, you can leave."

Luo Zhiyuan glanced at Ayev, turned around and left.

He was a little confused about why Ayev was moved first, but then became indifferent. Logically, he had no reason to refuse himself... Luo Zhiyuan walked and pondered, just waiting to walk out of the Rada Factory, Sergei interrupted his thoughts with a chuckle: "Mr. Luo, where are you going today? Do you want me to accompany you to Moscow?"

Luo Zhiyuan took out a hundred dollars and handed it over, "No need, Mr. Sergei, this is your reward. Tomorrow, please wait for my phone number."

Luo Zhiyuan said very politely, and he did not rude because of his low mood.
Chapter completed!