My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 14 Northern Sales Network, Starting Here

The bustling atmosphere in the Cheka market reached its peak at noon.

How much are the jeans?

"This coat! It's so warm!"

Do you have my size?

Because Vasily and Ivan performed so well, people kept coming to Qin Yuan's stall to inquire about prices.

Qin Yuan was in charge of the negotiations, while Gangzi and Da Binzi were responsible for picking up the goods and collecting the money.

It's expensive, but the quality is just too good!
Apple may not be as well-known as Levi's, but its quality speaks for itself.

The Russians who inquired about the price heard that these goods were in high demand but scarce in the south, and they were also eager to buy them.

Soviet citizens, especially those with some savings or who urgently needed a decent piece of clothing, were quite willing to spend money.

Jeans and sheepskin coats were being sold at an astonishing rate.

Thick stacks of rubles were stuffed into his close-fitting satchel.

As they packed up to close in the evening, Gangzi and Dabinzi's hands trembled as they looked at the mountain of rubles in their bags.

In the evening, we returned to the hotel.

The two squatted on the ground, counting over and over again by the dim light, their eyes widening with each count!

“Brother Yuan… Brother Yuan! This… this one day… is equivalent to half a year’s work in Yanjing, right?” Gangzi’s voice trembled, as if he were dreaming.

Da Binzi muttered, "Russian money... is so easy to make!"

He had never seen so much money in his life.

Even Old Zhang, who was used to seeing all sorts of things, felt his fingers tighten slightly as he watched them count the money, his cloudy eyes gleaming with disbelief.

This immense wealth came so quickly and so fiercely!

However, Qin Yuan frowned slightly as he looked at the goods piled up in the corner, which had obviously shrunk considerably but were still a considerable amount.

“Not enough…it’s still too slow!” he said in a deep voice.

"This is slow?" Gangzi almost jumped up.

"Twenty days!" Qin Yuan tapped the table, his eyes sharp. "We promised the Southern Factory we'd pay the balance in twenty days!"

"We've only sold a small portion so far! Relying on just this one stall, how long would it take to sell a few dozen items a day?"

"Moreover, selling out is only the first step!"

Qin Yuan's gaze was calm: "We need to exchange rubles for yuan or dollars, select some items suitable to take back, and resell them in China."

"Everything here, inside and out, needs time!"

"Five days, at most five days, we must clear out all the clothes we have!"

The room fell silent instantly, the immense joy replaced by a more pressing goal.

"Then... what should we do?" Gangzi scratched his head.

"Splitting up!" Qin Yuan said decisively. "Binzi, tomorrow you take some of the goods and set up a stall at that street corner near the university area that we looked at yesterday! There are a lot of young people there, and they recognize the brands!"

"Uncle Zhang, could you please take Binzi there and help him deal with the police?"

Old Zhang nodded without saying a word.

"Gangzi, you come with me, and we'll stay focused on the Cheka market tomorrow!"

"This is our core territory; we can't lose it. We must maintain the Vasily and Ivan line!"

"Understood!" Gangzi also put away his impetuousness and nodded vigorously.

At this moment, Old Zhang exhaled a puff of smoke and slowly spoke, posing the most crucial question: "Xiao Yuan, splitting up is one option. But if Binzi goes to the university district, relying solely on him and my half-baked Russian, we might be able to manage selling some small trinkets with gestures, but selling clothes at this price point is unlikely!"

"We need to find a helper who truly understands Russian and knows how to promote it."

Qin Yuan's gaze sharpened instantly, and he understood what Uncle Zhang was referring to: "You mean... Chen Jianhua?"

Old Zhang nodded: "Yes, Jianhua. Isn't he studying in Moscow?"

"He's very familiar with the place, speaks fluent Russian, and is quick-witted. Plus, he has classmates and a social circle at university!"

"Distribute the goods to him and his classmates, and let them sell them on campus! Dormitories, classrooms, student activity centers...where can't they sell them?"

“Those Russian students and teachers have money in their pockets and love novelty, so this is much faster than setting up a stall on the street!”

"I think we can sell off the rest of the goods in two or three days!"

Qin Yuan pondered for a moment; this was indeed a good idea.

Wandering around outside the university town, it's easier to find target customers inside. Besides, the rupee's exchange rate is currently unstable.

Although the exchange rate remains unchanged in the market, the ruble's exchange rate on the black market is falling almost every month.

The sooner the better, and it would be even better to exchange the rubles for a telescope or fur.

These items were not expensive in the Soviet Union.

However, they are rare items in the country as well.

As if hearing Qin Yuan's thoughts, at noon the next day...

Chen Jianhua excitedly led three young students to Qin Yuan's stall in the Cheka market.

"Brother Qin! I've brought the person to you!"

Chen Jianhua pointed to three boys with different temperaments but all with bright eyes and introduced them one by one: "This is Zhang Wei, a senior majoring in Russian. He has the best spoken Russian and is the most knowledgeable local among us international students!"

Zhang Wei pushed up his glasses and gave Qin Yuan a slightly refined smile.

Qin Yuan looked at him and nodded.

Chen Jianhua pointed to a long-haired boy and continued his introduction:

"This is Wang Haiyang, from the Economics Department. He's quick-witted and the only one around here with a foreign girlfriend!"

Everyone laughed when this was mentioned.

Qin Yuan laughed too. Being able to pick up Russian girls in the 1990s was indeed quite an achievement.

His gaze fell on the last person, who was stocky and had an ordinary demeanor, but whose eyes held a hint of wildness that was hard to detect.

"he is?"

Chen Jianhua introduced, "This is Li Xiangqian, my roommate, and also from our medical school."

"When they heard that they could earn extra money, they were all willing to help!"

The three students were a little shy, but their eyes were full of anticipation and enthusiasm.

Qin Yuan looked at them and sized them up one by one: "If I give you a batch of goods, priced at 220 rubles for a pair of jeans and 450 rubles for a wool coat, and I give you a 5% commission for every piece of clothing sold, would you do it?"

What is 5% commission?

All three, including Chen Jianhua, immediately understood the answer in their hearts.

A pair of jeans costs 220 rubles, so 5% is 11 rubles!

A wool coat costs 450 rubles, so 5% is 22.5 rubles!

What do these 11 rubles and 22.5 rubles mean to them?
That means it's equivalent to 55 yuan and 112.5 yuan in RMB!
This is almost equivalent to, or even exceeds, the monthly living allowance given to them by their government-sponsored organizations!

Li Xiangqian felt his breathing become heavy.

He was from the countryside, and his family relied on his meager subsidies to make ends meet.

This money was a real lifesaver for him!

He barely hesitated, his voice trembling with excitement: "I do, Brother Yuan!"

"I'm willing too!" Zhang Wei quickly followed up, his eyes gleaming.

His fluent Russian was his weapon, and now he finally had a chance to use it and even make money from it, so why not?
Wang Haiyang grinned, his mind working quickly. He immediately thought of his girlfriend Natasha and her friends: "Brother Yuan, this job has potential! Count me in!"

Seeing that his companions had all agreed, Chen Jianhua felt a weight lifted from his heart, but looking at Qin Yuan, he rubbed his hands somewhat embarrassedly: "Brother Yuan... um... could I... help you sell some too?"

He also wanted to contribute more to the family's finances.

Qin Yuan laughed heartily and patted Chen Jianhua's shoulder forcefully: "Jianhua, how could I forget you!"

"From now on, you'll be their team leader, and you'll get a commission on every item they sell!"

"The four of you are a team!"

When Old Zhang mentioned selling goods on campus yesterday, he had already come up with a complete plan.

I need to seize this opportunity to establish a sales network rooted in the local area.

Although Chen Jianhua and Li Xiangqian are still college students.

But don't forget, they are all Chinese people who speak Russian.

It is naturally suitable for quickly establishing a local sales network.

And the goods he has won't be a one-time purchase.

In the future, jeans, leather jackets, sheepskin coats, and all kinds of products will be shipped from China to this northern land!
(End of this chapter)