The initial cost for that batch was five million, and including transportation and other expenses, it shouldn't exceed six million. Yet this guy isn't satisfied with nearly a 20% profit, seems he's really gotten greedy recently...
"Is that so?" Qi Yun thought for a moment, then asked, "If I send you three thousand tons, can you sell it all?"
"Three thousand tons!?" Mendeleyev was taken aback; that's quite a number, and the entire Tuva market can't digest that much in a short time.
"Yes, three thousand tons. My friend's textile factory hasn't been doing well lately. If there's a market on your side, I'd like to help him clear some orders," Qi Yun briefly explained.
After a few seconds of silence, Mendeleyev replied slowly, "I can reach out to Nokovic and have him help sell it to the military industries of the Russians. The frontlines still consume a lot of these strategic materials."
"It's just that... the profits might not be very high."
