Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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Compared to the average person's salary of just over 30 yuan in the capital, the price of canned food, which can be sold for more than 7 cents, is still acceptable and relatively cheap.

The main difference is the exchange rate. 0.9 rubles can be exchanged for one US dollar, which is equivalent to 2.4 yuan.

In other words, a bottle of canned fruit costs 40 cents to produce, but can only be sold for 70 cents in the capital. However, it can be sold for 2.4 yuan in Moscow.

Of course, the transportation costs were quite high, and shipping fees had to be deducted, but even so, He Yuzhu still made a lot of money this time.

He Yuzhu was still not used to being stared at by foreigners on the street. He hailed a taxi and gave them the address of the Chinese Mutual Aid Association in fluent Russian.

The taxi driver was quite surprised to hear fluent Russian, but he could still tell that there was something wrong with the accent. It was obvious that He Yuzhu was not a Chinese person who had lived in Moscow for a long time. However, he didn't say anything, stepped on the gas, and the car drove around the city of Moscow.

This often happens: when taxi drivers pick up customers from out of town, they take advantage of the customers' unfamiliarity with the roads and deliberately take longer routes.

Although a year had passed, He Yuzhu was still very familiar with the city's roads, having already visited the area last year.

They soon came to an intersection, and seeing that the driver was about to turn, He Yuzhu reminded him in Russian, "Just go straight."

The driver was clearly taken aback for a moment, but he was very experienced and said, "There's road construction ahead, that's why we're taking a detour."

He Yuzhu thought to himself, "Who are you trying to fool? How could that be?" and said, "I did walk through there yesterday, and the road construction is complete."

"Really? I didn't expect it to be fixed so quickly." The driver said awkwardly, then turned the steering wheel and, instead of turning, chose to go straight as He Yuzhu had instructed.

He Yuzhu was somewhat smug. He had seen through the driver's attempt to overcharge him, which would save him a lot of money.

Just as I was feeling happy, the taxi suddenly turned and entered a small alley, where its speed actually increased significantly.

"What are you doing?" He Yuzhu asked repeatedly.

With a clatter, the car came to a stop. Sometime during the journey, the driver had pulled out a pistol and was pointing it at He Yuzhu.

"What did you say I did?"

He Yuzhu was startled at first, as it was the first time he had ever been robbed. Fortunately, he remained calm and immediately used his mental power to retrieve the six bullets from the pistol. This made the other party feel like a toothless tiger.

He calmly said, "Don't do anything reckless. You want money, don't you? I'll give it to you."

This is all my fault for being so talkative. When you're traveling, the most important thing is to stay safe and sound. Taking a longer route just costs a few more rubles.

That made things worse; the other party became enraged and immediately started robbing them.

Otherwise, given my special circumstances, if it were someone else, they would have been robbed immediately.

The other party was also stubborn; failing to rip off customers secretly, they resorted to outright robbery.

Seeing that He Yuzhu was very calm, the driver shouted, "Don't move, hands up!"

As he spoke, he stretched out the pistol and pressed the cold muzzle against He Yuzhu's forehead.

He Yuzhu laughed and said, "I bet there are no bullets in your gun. You're just trying to scare me."

The driver was stunned by He Yuzhu's words, then his expression turned ferocious as he said viciously, "You're really bold, but you made a mistake. I even maintained the pistol this morning and loaded the bullets myself."

"Hahaha, I'll send you to meet God right now."

After the driver finished speaking, he pulled the trigger, the revolver spun once, and then made a crisp sound.

The imagined scenario of He Yuzhu's head exploding into pieces did not occur; he remained alive and showed no abnormalities.

The driver was completely dumbfounded; he had clearly loaded all the bullets that morning.

He Yuzhu laughed and said, "I told you, I bet your gun is empty. See, I've won now."

"This is impossible!" the driver shouted, sweat beading on his forehead, before pulling the trigger repeatedly.

The crisp sound rang out six or seven times, but He Yuzhu was still alive. It was a ghost. Why were there no bullets in the pistol?

He Yuzhu's smile was more terrifying than a devil in the driver's eyes. Although he didn't know what had happened to the gun, the current situation was very awkward.

Just as he was about to throw a punch and engage in hand-to-hand combat, he saw He Yuzhu also pull out a pistol with a silencer, and then ask with a smile, "Guess if my pistol is loaded?"

"B-Big brother, let's talk this out." The driver was so scared he almost peed his pants; his face turned deathly pale.

However, white people's skin is naturally white, so it's hard to tell if they were scared.

"Now open the car door and slowly get out," He Yuzhu said.

"Don't kill me, I'll give you the money. This is a residential area, if you shoot, it will alert the police."

"Stop talking nonsense, do as I say, put your hands behind your head and slowly go down."

The driver sighed, slowly opened the car door as instructed, then put his hands on his head and slowly got out of the car.

He Yuzhu then moved from the passenger seat to the driver's seat and had the driver squat down against the wall.

The other party chose this spot, which was surrounded by high walls on both sides, and no one was passing by at the time. The driver resigned himself to his fate and squatted down in the corner. Just as he squatted down, he was hit on the head with a brick and then passed out.

He Yuzhu put the bricks into his spatial storage, then closed the car door, drove the GAZ taxi, and left the alley.

Staying at home is always good, but going out is always difficult.

If it weren't for my own abilities, I would have been robbed.

If it's just money that's stolen, that's fine, but if all sorts of documents are also stolen, then there will be too much trouble.

They might not even kidnap people and sell them directly to illegal factories, where they could never escape.

When the other party pulled out a gun, He Yuzhu decided to rob them back. He figured that if they brought the GAZ truck back to the capital, they could sell it for more than 1 yuan.

GAZ is a code name, a transliteration of the English word GAZ. Later, because this series of cars became widely known in China, the "Gorky" automobile factory was also called the "GAZ" factory by the Chinese.

To be precise, this is Gorky's automobile.

There are many such cars in China right now, and a new one would sell for around 20,000 yuan. However, this taxi is only about 70-80% new. Once it returns to China, it can sell for at least 10,000 yuan.

He Yuzhu was in a great mood. He had easily made another 1 yuan in net profit without needing any capital.

He stored the car in his spatial storage in the alley, then hailed another taxi on the main street. This time, there were no surprises, and he dropped He Yuzhu off at the entrance of the Chinese Mutual Aid Association.

After the announcement, He Yuzhu was led to Chairman Qi's office carrying a package.

Upon seeing He Yuzhu enter the office, Chairman Qi immediately stood up, walked over, and gave He Yuzhu a warm hug:

"Ah, my friend, I am so happy to see you again."

"I'm also very happy to see you again."

He Yuzhu was also very moved, saying that it was really not easy to meet Chairman Qi.

After exchanging pleasantries, Chairman Qi took out his treasured tea to entertain them, first inquiring about their journey and then discussing the changes in Moscow.

Then he asked, "Is it still silk this time? But it's still winter now, and the peak sales season won't be until next summer."

He Yuzhu said, "This time it's not silk fabric. The government has imposed controls on this sector. You can only buy it in small quantities; you can't do wholesale."

"So what goods did you bring this time?"

"It's canned fruit."

"Is it canned fruit?"

President Qi was very surprised, and then watched as He Yuzhu took out twelve cans of food from his bag.

He Yuzhu explained, "Last time we got a glass bottle production line from you, and then we produced our own canning jars. Eventually, we set up a cannery and produced six kinds of fruits: grapes, peaches, apricots, hawthorns, apples, and white pears. This time, we brought over the entire autumn production capacity."

There are many varieties among them, with hawthorn being the least common, mainly because it can be stored for a long time, so only a small amount was processed.

"It's such a surprise, you guys actually managed to do it."

Chairman Qi picked up the can of food in front of him, examined it carefully, and then asked someone to bring him a knife and a bowl and chopsticks.

Chairman Qi personally opened six cans, tasted each one to confirm there were no problems, and then instructed the staff to take the cans out so everyone could have a taste.

"Mr. He really knows how to do business. There's a shortage of fruit here in Moscow, so I'll take all of this batch of canned fruit."

He Yuzhu smiled with satisfaction; now things were perfect.

The last sales pitch was quite a hassle, but this time it was much easier; I went straight to the distributor.

"It took a lot of effort to get this shipment here."

"Mr. He is joking. For you, it's a piece of cake."

The two exchanged words for a while, and then began to discuss the wholesale price.

He Yuzhu wanted 0.7 rubles per bottle, but Chairman Qi was naturally unwilling and was only willing to give 0.5 rubles.

After some back and forth, the two finally agreed on 0.6 rubles, and agreed to trade at this price after the goods arrived.

"Happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!"

Both parties were satisfied with the price, and in the end, they held hands tightly.

He Yuzhu said, "I don't want rubles. It would be better to settle in goods, such as radios, watches, electronic parts, Dacron products, as well as some production equipment and white sugar and rock sugar."

Chairman Qi smiled and said, "Okay, these are no problem. If you want money, I can't provide that much cash."

"Comrade He, it's almost noon. Shall I treat you to a simple meal?"

"No need to be so polite. I just got off the train today. I'll go back and rest first, and then come to visit again in a couple of days."

"Alright, you should rest first. I'll see you out."

Chairman Qi did not insist, and it was clear that He Yuzhu's mental state was not very good.

He Yuzhu was the same. Although he was physically strong, the long journey of more than half a month had taken its toll, and even a good night's sleep could not relieve his fatigue.