My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 30 is known to everyone.

'Old Liu's Lamb Scorpion' restaurant.

The familiar greasy smell and noise remained, the walls were yellowed from smoke, and the simple square tables were crowded with people.

The boss was still that same greasy-faced fat man, waving a greasy towel and scolding a waiter who had served the wrong dish.

Upon looking up and seeing Qin Yuan and the other two push open the door to enter, his eyes immediately lit up, and a warm smile spread across his chubby face: "Hey! Yuanzi! It's been quite a while since we've seen you!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, his energy and spirit are completely different now. He looks like he's destined for wealth!"

Qin Yuan just chuckled at the flattery and didn't respond. He casually said, "A few of my brothers will be here later. It'll be the same private room. We'll serve all your signature dishes first today."

"okay!!!"

The boss's voice instantly rose eight octaves, beaming from ear to ear, as he yelled at the kitchen, "Distinguished guests! Serve them with the best food and drinks! Hurry up!"

Before long, dishes and drinks were served in a continuous stream.

Steaming hot lamb spine, bubbling in red oil, exudes a rich aroma. Tender stewed pork hock gleams with an enticing sheen, while golden and crispy fried meatballs and generously portioned main dishes fill the small square table.

The owner personally served the dishes, and looking at the "luxurious" feast that was considered extravagant in his small restaurant, he couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement: "Yuanzi, no, Master Qin, you... you're really having a stroke of good luck and making a fortune?"

Qin Yuan picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of food, and frankly admitted:

"I followed a well-connected older brother and went to the Russians together, and got a small share of the money."

He's not afraid of people finding out about how he made his fortune.

On the contrary, he feared that too few people knew about it.

The boss was indeed surprised: "At this time of year, going to the Russians? Mr. Qin, who are you?!"

He gave a thumbs up and then asked, "Is business easy to do with the Russians?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yuan clearly saw that the waiters serving the food perked up their ears.

"Easy to do!" Qin Yuan saw all this and smiled faintly: "The Russians have money. Two or three hundred rubles a month. Once the exchange rate is reversed, it's four or five times ours."

"But their factories don't produce everyday items like clothes, food, or drinks. They buy whatever we send over, like crazy."

The restaurant owner was clearly engrossed in listening, and the waiters were so captivated that they couldn't even move their feet.

The boss, however, had a strange feeling about it.

These days, everyone keeps their fortune secret. Why is Qin Yuan so ostentatious, as if he's not afraid that others won't know?
Not a moment later.

Binzi rushed in with Gangzi and Magan'er, and was taken aback by the scene before them as soon as they sat down.

Gangzi grabbed a fried meatball and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling, "Brother Yuan, what's the rush? And why such a lavish banquet?"

"Big news!" Qin Yuan picked up his wine glass. "Fill it all up!"

After a few cups of spicy Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), the atmosphere quickly warmed up.

The table was a mess of cups and plates, and most of the wine had been drunk.

Looking at the brothers who had followed him through thick and thin, Qin Yuan finally dropped the bombshell.

"Hey guys," Qin Yuan put down his glass, tapped his knuckles on the greasy table, and said calmly, "I have a job to do next."

All eyes immediately focused on his face.

"I want you to spread the word," Qin Yuan said, enunciating each word clearly, "to those well-informed, influential figures, street urchins, and middlemen... tell them—"

He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the astonished faces of the crowd, before uttering a shocking statement:
"A ruthless guy from Yanjing went to Moscow!"

"Twenty days!"

"Just by reselling jeans and leather jackets..."

"I made a net profit of over 300,000 RMB!!!"

"boom!"

Gangzi had just picked up a piece of fatty intestine with his chopsticks when it fell onto the table, leaving him dumbfounded!

The wine glass in Ma Gan'er's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered into pieces!

Apart from Binzi, both of them changed their expressions.

Gangzi suddenly leaned closer, his voice cracking: "Brother Yuan! Are you crazy?! How can you shout this around like that?!"

In his panic, he even forgot his honorifics, exclaiming, "You shouldn't flaunt your wealth! This...this is just asking for trouble!"

Ma Gan'er was so frightened that his face turned pale: "Brother Yuan! If the whole city knows about this, there will be countless people eyeing us!"

"The risk is too great if we offend some big shot!"

Even Binzi, who knew the plan, felt his heart pounding when he heard Qin Yuan was going to spread the number 300,000 so publicly.

Qin Yuan picked up a towel and wiped the oil off his hands, his expression utterly calm.

He scoffed, "What's there to be afraid of?"

"We spread rumors, we spread gossip! We talked about 'a ruthless person from Yanjing'! Did we mention us even once?"

“No!” He swept his gaze intently over the crowd. “All they’ll know is that someone made a fortune after a trip to Russian territory!”

"They earned astronomical sums that they couldn't earn in several lifetimes!"

"Just think about it, how would those people who set up stalls in the alleys, run around for permits, and are always looking for ways to make money react when they hear this news?"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying a cold, insightful wisdom: "They'll go crazy like sharks that smell blood!"

"They'll inquire, they'll envy, they'll be jealous, but more than anything, they want to emulate it! They want to get rich by following this path!"

"They will do everything in their power to find this person! To find this road to Gold Mountain!"

"And who holds the permit for this road?"

Who has the goods?

Who controls the information gap?

Qin Yuan leaned forward, tapping the table hard with his fingers, each word striking a chord in the hearts of the group!
"It's in our hands!"

“At that time,” Qin Yuan’s eyes flashed with a cold light, as if he could already see the surging crowd, “we will be the ones sitting right at the source! We won’t need to hawk our goods one by one, nor will we need to carry our merchandise around!”

“Countless ‘third-party sellers’ and ‘fourth-party sellers’ will rush up to us! Begging us to buy goods from us at high prices!”

"They will organize their own people, carry their own bags and loads, board the K3 train, and venture into the lion's den in Moscow!"

"They will help us distribute our goods to every market corner we can and can't even imagine!"

"We just need to sit here!"

Qin Yuan slammed his fist heavily on the table, making the bowls and plates bounce.
"Take their money!"

"Charge them for their information!"

"Charge them for admission!"

"Let them mitigate the risks and help us expand our territory!"

"This is the real deal!"

"This is the kind of business that preys on people without spitting out the bones!"

There was dead silence in the room.

All that remained were the sounds of heavy breathing and a rapidly pounding heart.

Gangzi, Magan'er, and Binzi were frozen in place as if they had been struck on pressure points.

Looking into Qin Yuan's eyes, which burned with ambition and were filled with coldness, they felt a chill run from their tailbone straight to the top of their head!

ruthless! Too cruel!
This is no ordinary business strategy; this is playing with fire!

It is exploiting human nature and greed to weave an invisible net that can drive people like moths to a flame!

"I suppose Binzi told you about my conversation with Mr. Fang from Hong Kong on the way, right?"

Qin Yuan's gaze was intense.

"Now, in addition to the 3,500 pairs of jeans at Binzi's house, there are 20,000 pieces of clothing that are being made overtime."

"We no longer lack supplies."

"There's only one thing we're missing, and that's people to help us sell our goods."

He looked at the three of them and said, "Now, what you need to do is to make this '300,000' fire burn brightly enough!"

"Let the whole of Beijing know that trading goods in the Soviet Union is a more profitable way to make money than staying in China!"

In my past life, smuggling goods to the Soviet Union was a hot topic for a full decade.

However, in the past decade, small-time traders who only care about making money and disregard long-term interests have been cheating and deceiving, ruining the reputation of "Made in China".

Now, Qin Yuan aims to reverse this situation at its source.

Sell ​​goods, sell quality goods, sell brand-name goods.

Try to distinguish yourself from those small-time traders and capture the largest share of the Soviet Far East market.

At this moment, inside the restaurant.

Binzi and the other two were unaware that Qin Yuan had such a long-term plan.

But because they trusted Qin Yuan, they still gave him their unwavering support.

The three exchanged glances, and Binzi spoke first.

"Brother, just tell me what to do!"

Gangzi gritted his teeth and nodded, saying, "I understand, Brother Yuan, we'll work with you!"

With his neck stiff, Ma Gan'er said, "Brother Yuan, I told you long ago, if you tell me to go east, I will never go west!"

"Even if I die, I will follow you!"

"Ha, this path will only make you money, you won't die."

Qin Yuan clapped his hands and smiled, but then immediately suppressed his smile and said coldly, "Now you only have one task."

“Use all your connections to spread the word about this.”

"Before sunset tomorrow, I want everyone in the entire Beijing black market circle to know about the legend of 'getting rich 300,000 in the Soviet Union'!"

Outside the window, the deep twilight of autumn descends upon Yanjing.

Meanwhile, inside the small restaurant, a storm sweeping through the entire underworld of scalpers had already quietly begun under Qin Yuan's ruthless planning.

(End of this chapter)