After hanging up the phone, Fang Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Duan Yongping probably thought he had gotten a huge advantage.

In fact, Fangchen originally planned to give the money to Little Overlord. After all, it would be useless to keep the money in his hand now, but Little Overlord is in a period of rapid development and needs money.

But in this way, he was hollowed out again.

The money earned from the first batch of goods was given to Kadenikov half a million rubles, and after paying the price of ten trains of goods, it was gone.

The money earned from the second batch of goods was not enough to pay for one-third of the down payment for 5,000 Zhiguli cars and 200 boxes of container spare parts. Fang Chen exchanged the Chinese currency in his hand for another 300,000

Only when the rubles go out can it be considered as enough.

As for Berezovsky's acquisition of the company and recruitment of personnel, he basically came up empty handed. The money for the acquisition has not yet been paid, and the employees have not been working for a month, so what salary do they need?

Of the 8 million earned from this third batch of ten trains of leather, Fang Chen first left four million rubles as payment for the twenty trains of leather goods, and the remaining four million rubles, if converted into Chinese currency, would be about

More than thirty million, maybe.

After giving Duan Yongping 20 million, the money in Fang Chen's hands was basically restored to the original state when he came out of Xiangshan. It was really a busy two months and he was back before liberation.

But it doesn't matter. Recently, under his supervision, Berezovsky has gone crazy. According to estimates, he can sell almost 2,500 cars, which is nearly 10,000 rubles.

As for the 200 boxes of spare parts, fifty or sixty boxes were sold, which can be worth about two million. Although the total profit is not as high as that from selling cars, the profit margin is terrifyingly high. These fifty or sixty boxes

Fang Chen paid over 200,000 rubles for a box of spare parts, with a profit margin of almost ten times.

Fang Chen calculated that he could get five million rubles from the money, but if the cost of the next batch of goods was subtracted and the one million rubles were allocated to Fang Chen, he could earn about four million rubles.

If Berezovsky can sell out these 5,000 vehicles and 200 containers every month, his basic net profit per month can reach about 10 million rubles.

If you include the profit of the bad guy, Fang Chen can really earn 20 million rubles a month, which is basically 150 to 60 million rubles in Chinese currency.

Thinking of this, Fang Chen felt a little better. If he could earn this amount for a year, he would be the richest man in the country.

But if this is the case, am I still committing the crime of reselling airplanes?

He remembered that Mou Qizhong worked for so long in his previous life and seemed to have only earned more than 100 million, maybe not even his own profit for a month.

Fang Chen himself was a little dumbfounded. The game seemed to be too big, and the original goal suddenly became dispensable.

Standing up and walking around the room, Fang Chen gritted his teeth and said, "Earn it! Why don't you make it? You can't disdain more than 100 million yuan. No matter how small a fly's legs are, they are still meat."

If he doesn't make this money, wouldn't he be taking advantage of Mou Qizhong, an old bastard?

But using the words "fly legs" to describe more than 100 million yuan, Fang Chen felt that he was too inflated.

At this time, Mou Qizhong, who was drinking with General Varian and had a stomach churning, blushing and thick neck, held up another glass of wine and poured it into his mouth with a look of death, "General Varian, I respect you.

you!"

After spending one hundred thousand rubles, he finally met with General Varian. Mou Qizhong insisted on taking down General Varian in one go!

Half a month later, Moscow Airport.

Chen Mingyong just got off the plane and couldn't help but tremble. It's almost April now, and you can almost wear short-sleeves in Xiangshan, but in Moscow it's still biting by the cold wind.

If he hadn't just stayed in Ice City for a few days, he might really not be able to stand the weather.

To be honest, when he went from Xiangshan, where the spring flowers were blooming, and the sun was shining brightly, to Moscow, which was nearly 10,000 kilometers away, where the spring was cold and the cold wind was biting his skin, he resisted in his heart.

But thinking about the first time, Fang Chen stood up for him and gave him great trust later on, handing the original Lianhua into his hands.

You must know that Lianhua was the largest game console manufacturer in Lingnan before, with a total of 500 employees, which was more than the number of employees at the Xiaobawang headquarters, including the entire Xiangshan and Xiangzhou cities.

It can be said that, being able to preside over the work in the Yangcheng branch, he can basically be determined to be the third person in charge of the little bully.

Therefore, after hearing Fang Chen's order, he came without hesitation.

As soon as he walked to the exit, Chen Mingyong saw a luxury car parked carelessly at the main entrance of the airport, and then there was a big sign on the windshield with his name written on it.

As soon as he got in the car and looked at the decoration inside the car, Duan Yongping finally believed him when he said that President Fang was already rich in Russia. This car looked even more imposing than the Hutou Ben that President Fang had in China.

"Mingyong, do you have any objection if I transfer you to Russia?" Fang Chen looked at Chen Mingyong and said with a smile.

"I have no objection, Mr. Fang, and I will obey your arrangement." Chen Mingyong said quickly.

Fang Chen nodded slightly, "Let me tell you in advance, you will not be able to go back if you stay in Russia for a short period of time, one or two years."

Chen Mingyong's heart skipped a beat, it took longer than he thought.

"I'm not going to hide it from you, the property I own in Russia is just as big as that of the little bully, and in terms of earning power, it's far ahead of the little bully."

"I know this. You gave the company 20 million, and Mr. Duan couldn't close his mouth with laughter." Chen Mingyong said.

"But China is my foundation, and I can't give up the little bully, so I need to find someone to help me take care of this Russian thing, and I have thought about this person a lot, and Mingyong, you are the most suitable one.

"Fang Chen stared at Chen Mingyong motionless and said slowly.

Indeed, although he makes money in Russia, his roots, his future, and his dreams still lie in China.

As for Russia, all matters were left to Berezovsky, and Fang Chen was not at ease. He needed a supervisor who was of the same mind as him, and there were other things that he needed someone he could trust to do it.

And this person must have considerable abilities, so after much thought, Fang Chen still felt that Chen Mingyong was the most suitable.

Chen Mingyong lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head and said solemnly: "Mr. Fang, I will obey your arrangement."

Isn't it just to stay in Russia for two years? He doesn't have a wife or children, so why can't he stay in Russia?

But Chen Mingyong still showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, "I'm afraid I've betrayed your trust."

"It's okay. You don't have to be afraid. As long as you know how to check accounts, it's fine. And I'm not just leaving and not coming to Russia at all." Fang Chen said.

After hearing this, Chen Mingyong breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!