When Feng Yu learned that Feng Yu had sold all thirty cars in less than a month, Kirilenko was also very surprised. The second batch of cars was still being acquired, and there weren't that many luxury British cars around Moscow.
According to Kirilenko, there would be no more than a hundred or so cars at most, and that was only by using the pretext of military procurement. Otherwise, it would be hard to get so many.
Feng Yu felt a bit regretful, as he had hoped to make a hundred million or so from this. Now, it seemed that after deducting costs and taxes, making over ten million would be considered good.
If others knew about Feng Yu's thoughts, they would probably be furious. Ten million and he still thinks it's too little? There aren't even many millionaires in the country now!
There was also some good news. Kirilenko and his team were definitely making a lot of money this time. They were planning to purchase a million rubles worth of goods this month, and Feng Yu had already arranged for someone to contact the suppliers. With Li Shiqiang handling it, Feng Yu could now act as a hands-off boss.
His good mood didn't last long before trouble came knocking, and it was still about the used cars.
At first, Feng Yu thought it was someone from the government, wondering if they were going to stop him from doing the used car business. After listening carefully, he realized that someone wanted to buy a car, but all their cars were already sold.
Why would such a small matter bother him? He should just tell the buyer that the cars are sold out and they can wait another month. What kind of training have they been given?
Although he was complaining in his heart, Feng Yu still drove to the company to see who was being so disrespectful. He wanted to demonstrate his "Thirty-six Styles of Arrogance" in front of the company employees again.
When he arrived at the company, he realized something was wrong. Why were there so many people, and why did the company employees seem scared?
That's odd. These guys are all children of the electric motor factory workers, who have been fighting since they were young. Today, the other side wasn't particularly numerous, so why were they so timid?
"Wu Zhigang, what's going on here?"
"You're Mr. Feng?" a arrogant voice chimed in.
Feng Yu looked over and saw that the speaker was actually sitting in a chair!
Damn, how arrogant! My people are all standing, and you're sitting? This is a case of the guest overshadowing the host!
"Don't you know who Young Master Song is, and you still dare to do business in Bingcheng?" A lackey behind the chair said loudly, his face full of pride. From his tone, it seemed that everyone in Bingcheng knew Young Master Song.
Feng Yu really didn't know who this Young Master Song was. He had specifically inquired about the leaders in Bingcheng and the province, but he hadn't heard of anyone surnamed Song. Who is this guy?
Wu Zhigang leaned in and whispered, "Mr. Feng, this is Song Xiaofeng, the nephew of Song Lao Si, known as the First Young Master of Heilongjiang. You must have heard of Song Lao Si, right?"
Feng Yu was greatly shocked!
Song Lao Si was a formidable figure, known for his power in Bingcheng. In the history of the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was ranked among the top ten gang leaders. Even years after his execution, his legend still lived on in China.
Song Lao Si, originally just an ordinary bricklayer, later specialized in demolition work. Through violent demolition, he quickly gathered a group of followers and now monopolizes all demolition projects in Bingcheng. Without his approval, no building can be constructed!
The most famous story about Song Lao Si is that when he first started demolition work, the residents were unwilling to move. Song Lao Si gathered the residents and, in front of everyone, chopped off his little finger with a kitchen knife! He then told the residents that if anyone could do the same, they wouldn't have to move. The crowd was terrified, and no one dared to speak up. The demolition project was quickly completed.
Song Lao Si's reputation spread rapidly. With his large group and ruthlessness, he drove away many other demolition companies. In the early days, Song Lao Si always led the charge, and he was detained several times for fighting. Each time he was released, his arrogance grew. Later, he even connected with city leaders, making him even more untouchable.
After becoming wealthy, Song Lao Si gained a second legend.
"Demolishing old houses every day, and marrying new brides every night!"
It was rumored that Song Lao Si was extremely lustful. If he saw a woman he liked on the street, he would stop his car, pull her in, and have his way with her in the car, then throw a wad of money at her and toss her out.
Many women dared to be angry but not to speak, swallowing their anger. Some did report him to the police, but due to lack of evidence or someone taking the blame, Song Lao Si was never held accountable. The families of those who reported him were often brutally beaten, and their homes destroyed.
There were even rumors that Song Lao Si had several ruthless henchmen who not only dared to use knives but also guns! Some said he had over a hundred hunting rifles, and during a conflict with another demolition group, he killed over a dozen people!
While some of these stories might be exaggerated, it is undeniable that Song Lao Si was the top boss in Bingcheng, Heilongjiang, and even the largest boss in Northeast China.
Song Xiaofeng, being the nephew of Song Lao Si, and with Song Lao Si having no sons, would inherit Song Lao Si's territory. No wonder he was so arrogant!
Feng Yu suddenly put on a smile and warmly walked up to Song Xiaofeng, shaking his hand. "Oh, it's Young Master Song! What a great honor! If you need anything, just let us know. There's no need for you to come in person, right?"
It wasn't that Feng Yu was being flexible. From his memory, in about two months, another gang in Bingcheng would go to war with Song Lao Si. They didn't kill Song Lao Si, but they did kill his nephew. Feng Yu didn't want to get angry with someone who was going to die.
Song Xiaofeng nodded in satisfaction. In Bingcheng, who wouldn't give him some respect? He came to this small, shabby company today and had to wait for so long. This kid seems to understand, otherwise, he would have smashed the place up!
"I heard your company sells sports cars? The one with the leopard logo."
"Jaguar, also known as the American Jaguar. It's made in Britain and is very popular with the British royal family. So, Young Master Song likes it too? But I'm selling used cars!" Feng Yu deliberately emphasized "used cars." With Song Lao Si's wealth, would Song Xiaofeng need to buy a used car?
"What's the difference between new and used? I don't care about that. New cars take months to arrive. Just get me a used one to play with. I won't shortchange you!" Song Xiaofeng extended his hand, and a lackey promptly lit a cigarette for him.
"Can't Young Master Song wait? But all my cars are sold out. The earliest I can get a car for you is in about two weeks."
Selling the car to anyone is the same. If Feng Yu had a car, he would definitely sell it to this soon-to-be-dead guy. Feng Yu wasn't planning to confront Song Lao Si directly; there were people who would deal with him. Song Lao Si only had two more years to live before he would be executed. It was better for Feng Yu to quietly make a fortune.
But he didn't have any cars left. If Song Xiaofeng had mentioned it earlier, he would have definitely kept one for him.
Song Xiaofeng blew a puff of smoke at Feng Yu. "I ask you for it, and you must have it!"
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