My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 3 Tenfold Profit? No, a Hundredfold.

"Brother Yuan, who doesn't want to get rich these days? Do you have any connections?"

The stick-like one responded the most enthusiastically.

No one is born a saint; he also wants to walk the right path and make a lot of money.

Da Binzi and Gangzi didn't say anything, because they would follow Qin Yuan no matter what he wanted to do, so there was no need to say anything more.

The only person who still needs to be persuaded is Old Zhang.

He stared at Qin Yuan without saying a word, poured himself a cup of tea, and slowly drank it.

"You should have seen it on your way here: there are more and more people setting up stalls in Yanjing City. With competition, the goods have become cheaper."

"A pair of jeans and a shirt can be bought for a few dozen yuan. If you buy wholesale, the price can be even lower."

Qin Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "But do you know how much these things cost in Russia?"

"How many?"

Gangzi was a little confused, completely unaware of the price.

“Ordinary domestic jeans start at fifty yuan, while brand-name jeans like Baleno and Apple cost at least a hundred yuan. If it’s an imported brand like Levi’s, the price can be even higher.”

Qin Yuan banged on the table, his voice firm and resolute: "On the Russian side, even ordinary workers are holding large sums of rubles. Due to the limited production capacity of light industry, they have money but nowhere to spend it!"

"Thermos flasks are treasures! Down jackets are gold! Jeans and leather jackets here used to be hard currency! Profits were at least ten times the original price!"

"Ten times?!" Ma Gan'er gasped in shock.

"Ten times is nothing!" Qin Yuan said, never missing a beat. "Big Brother has plenty of good stuff over there. We'll exchange goods for rubles, then use the rubles to exchange for their steel, timber, and even... tank parts! Finally, we'll exchange them for US dollars! The profit in between will be more than a hundred times!"

Combining his historical knowledge with his understanding of future trends, Qin Yuan described this "golden road" in the most straightforward and persuasive language.

He omitted overly specific future events, but emphasized the scarcity of resources, the inevitable devaluation of the ruble, and the huge arbitrage opportunities.

Gangzi and Magan were both inspired and excited by this prospect.

Even someone as composed as Da Binzi couldn't help but rub his hands together in anticipation at this moment.

In this era where poverty is disliked but prostitution is not, who doesn't want a better life for their family, and who doesn't want to earn more money?

Of the group, only Old Zhang had not yet expressed his opinion.

He took out his pipe, took a few puffs, glanced at the group, and said casually, "The K3 international train takes six days and six nights to get there. It's a hassle to go there and a nightmare to come back."

"Once you cross the border, you'll encounter highway robbers and local gangs who are even more ruthless. Aren't you afraid of earning money but not having the life to spend it?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Gangzi, with his fiery temper, slapped his hand and said, "The bold get rich while the timid starve. Ten times or a hundred times the profit isn't worth risking our lives for."

Even the skinny guy stuck out his neck: "I'm more afraid of being poor than of dying!"

Da Binzi was even more direct; standing at 1.98 meters tall, he was like a mountain.

“Uncle Zhang, you are a senior figure in the alley. If I have to die, I will die before you.”

Upon hearing this, even the usually nonchalant Old Zhang was somewhat moved.

Seeing this, Qin Yuan knew that he was just one step away from success.

"Old Zhang, you've got the connections! We've got the men, all of us brothers! And the guts?!"

His gaze was piercing as he stared at Old Zhang, then swept over the three men: "Startup capital, everyone contribute whatever you have! Even if you have to pawn your pants, you'll have to scrape together the money! I, Qin Yuan, am telling you right here, trust me, follow me, and when you come back, everyone will be a millionaire! A hundred-thousand-yuan household! If you don't believe me, the door's over there, from now on, we'll each go our own way!" Da Binzi didn't say a word, directly pulling out dozens of ten-yuan bills from his pocket, along with some smaller bills, totaling about 1,200 yuan.

Gangzi slammed his fist on the table: "Let's do it! Brother Yuan, I'm with you! I still have five hundred yuan of my mother's savings for her funeral at home, I'll steal it!"

He was a die-hard fan of Qin Yuan.

Ma Gan hesitated for a moment, then, seeing the almost insane confidence in Qin Yuan's eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it! I'm going all in! Count me in! I've saved up eight hundred for my wedding!"

Old Zhang, who was fifty-three years old, looked at Qin Yuan, whose eyes were full of ambition, then at Da Bin, whose gaze was as deep as a mountain, and then swept his eyes over Gangzi and Ma Gan'er.

He tapped his pipe: "I have connections. I made a few trips there years ago and know a few 'friends' on the Russian side. As for money... I still have two thousand in my savings for my funeral! But I have one condition: I have to take a big cut of this deal!"

"Alright!" Qin Yuan slammed his hand on the table. "Old Zhang, you're in charge of contacting the buyers when we get there! Da Binzi, Gangzi, and Magan'er, the three of you are responsible for escorting the goods, providing the labor, and dealing with any troubles along the way!"

"I'll put up another five thousand yuan, take the lion's share, and be responsible for the entire operation and the most important information! After this shipment is completed, we'll split the profits according to who contributed money and effort. Any objections?"

Seeing Qin Yuan's commanding presence and the blueprint he outlined, no one objected anymore.

“I have another question.” Old Zhang tapped his pipe: “Going to Moscow requires a visa from the embassy. We don’t have any relatives or business invitations there. If we want to go there, we’ll probably have to spend a fifth of our 10,000 yuan on the visa.”

These days, if you want to go to Russia, you have to spend a lot of money to buy a "family visit invitation letter" from some intermediary companies or individuals, and then apply for an entry visa at the Russian embassy or consulate in China.

This is quite an expense.

"It's not that complicated, I have connections." Qin Yuan smiled faintly: "You guys go back and get your passports sorted out first, leave the visa stuff to me."

He kept it a secret, and although Old Zhang was curious, he didn't ask any more questions.

This is a good opportunity to probe Qin Yuan's background.

"What about the goods? What are we taking with us this time?" Old Zhang asked again.

Although items like thermos flasks, jeans, and leather jackets are in high demand in Russia, the amount of things they can bring is limited, so naturally they bring whatever has the highest profit margin.

"We're only bringing two things on this trip." Qin Yuan had already planned ahead: "One is jeans. These sell quickly in Russia, so there's no worry about finding a market for them. The other is a wool coat. It's autumn now, and winter is just around the corner. It's colder there than here, so we need warm clothes even more."

The jeans were marketed through word of mouth, but the real money-making product was this wool coat.

The price of this thing fluctuates too much.

Some brands of wool coats may cost between several hundred and several thousand yuan, while some high-end brands or classic styles of wool coats may cost tens of thousands of yuan.

When they went to Russia, the profits doubled.

Ma Gan'er's expression shifted. "Brother Yuan, I know a few 'rats' from the south who have a batch of leftover jeans. The price won't be too high. Shall I go talk to them?"

Qin Yuan nodded: "Remember one thing: jeans should be thick and durable. Style doesn't matter. What the bear cares about is the material!"

He pointed to the jeans Gangzi was wearing and said, "These won't do, they'll tear easily! Find some workwear material that can withstand freezing temperatures."

Old Zhang then spoke up, "You can leave the wool coat to me; I know a few people I know."

Qin Yuan naturally trusted him and instructed him: "A sheepskin coat, not a fancy fake collar, not a thin 'wool' that's as thin as paper, it has to be real wool, thick! Heavy! And windproof!"

"Colors: navy blue, military green, black, the more dirt-resistant the better."

Old Zhang's cloudy eyes flashed with a sharp light as he stroked his sparse beard: "This old man knows. Moscow is a freezing hellhole, so warmth is the most important thing. Don't worry, I know the way, and the price will satisfy you."

"Alright." Qin Yuan made the decision. "Ma Gan'er, Lao Zhangtou, the goods are in your hands. Gangzi, Binzi, you two go to Yanjing Station and keep an eye on the ticket windows. If there are any K3 tickets available, buy five immediately."

(End of this chapter)