My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 41 This is strength, this is power!
Just as everyone caught their breath and wiped the sweat from their brows, there was a gentle knock on the door of carriage number six.

Gangzi cautiously opened a crack.

There were three people standing outside the door.

The leader was a man in his early thirties. He wasn't particularly tall, but he had a well-proportioned frame. He wore a well-tailored black leather jacket over a crisp white shirt, and his hair was neatly combed.

He wasn't exactly handsome, but his features were strong, his eyes were steady, and he exuded a kind of iron-bloodedness and a hidden murderous aura.

What's most striking is the faint scar on his left eyebrow bone, which, far from disfiguring him, adds a touch of fierceness and intrigue.

Behind him were two equally capable young men, with sharp eyes and upright postures, clearly skilled in martial arts.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Boss Qin."

The man in the lead spoke, his voice not loud, but very penetrating, and he spoke with a pure Beijing accent.

Upon hearing the sound, Qin Yuan emerged from the dimly lit "pile of goods" and calmly looked toward the doorway.

The man's gaze passed over Gangzi and landed on Qin Yuan, looking him up and down. Then, he looked over Qin Yuan's shoulder and saw the mountain of goods piled up inside the carriage, a sight that made his scalp crawl. Even though he was a man of many experiences, a hint of horror couldn't help but flash across his eyes!
The entire train car was filled with cargo!

They're all his?!
This thought struck him like a heavy hammer, slamming into his understanding.

He had previously purchased an invitation letter from the Far East Trading Company at a high price through special channels and had also heard of Qin Yuan's reputation.

But when he saw this real and ruthless way of "transporting goods" with his own eyes, he truly realized how terrifying the young fellow villager's strength was!
This is not just about money; it's also about tactics, courage, and the ability to pull strings!

This model of chartering entire train carriages for centralized cargo transport...

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and he even began to consider whether he could learn from this next time...

On the surface, however, he quickly concealed his surprise, revealing a perfectly timed, slightly roguish smile, and extended his hand: "Boss Qin? I've heard so much about you! I'm Jia Dai, just trying to make a living in Yanjing."

"Thanks to Boss Qin, I'll be able to go up north and broaden my horizons this time."

"From now on in Moscow, we'll all be from the same hometown, and since we're all new to the area, we hope Mr. Qin will take good care of us!"

They adopted a very humble attitude, completely behaving like they were "paying homage to the powerful."

Qin Yuan leaned against the lower bunk, having just wiped the dust off his hands with a white handkerchief.

The bandage on his left hand had been removed, leaving only a faint mark.

His eyes flickered when he heard the name "Kayo".

It is said that this person had served in the military and, through excellent training and his own hard work, had developed superb skills.

After being discharged from the military, his family hoped that he could settle down and work in a public institution.

However, Kayo's outgoing personality made her completely unsuited to the nine-to-five lifestyle.

So he chose to stay in Yanjing, drinking with his old comrades in nightclubs, showcasing his extraordinary skills and loyal character.

Coupled with his handsome appearance and charming demeanor, he quickly accumulated many friends in the industry and rose to fame.

His most famous battle was when he stood up for his friend, taking on five opponents single-handedly and crippling two of them.

This battle made him famous.

I never imagined that he would become a middleman.

It seems I've really caused quite a stir in this world.

Qin Yuan looked at this ruthless man without arrogance, simply nodding calmly.

"You're too kind, Kayo-san."

Qin Yuan's voice was not loud as he said calmly, "We are guests from afar, and it is only right that we help each other on the way. If you need anything when we arrive in Moscow, you can come and find me."

His words were concise yet weighty.

But that's exactly what Kayo wanted—his words and his attitude at that moment!

His smile widened: "With Boss Qin's words, I feel at ease!"

"We've disturbed Mr. Qin's rest, we'll be leaving now!"

He clasped his hands in a fist salute again, and wisely turned and left with his men without lingering.

Not long after Kayo and her group left, several more faces appeared at the carriage door.

The leader was none other than Lei Zebing, known as "Old Black of the West City," a figure equally renowned for his ferocity in the western suburbs of Beijing. Behind him followed three or four equally menacing men.

However, when Old Black's gaze fell into the only passageway of carriage number six and saw the suffocating cargo fortress inside, he was shocked.

The arrogance and fierceness that he usually displayed in Yanjing City instantly froze on his face!
It felt like an invisible hand was gripping my throat.

The expressions on his and his brothers' faces quickly changed from "I'm the coolest" to a bewildered mix of shock and awe.

Their originally prepared, imposing opening remarks for paying homage to the leader seemed to be stuck in their throats.

Lei Zebing opened his mouth, his throat bobbed, and finally he swallowed hard, stammering, "Boss Qin... Boss Qin? I'm Lei Zebing, from the West City... When I get to Moscow, please take good care of me."

The subsequent process was almost a carbon copy of Jia Dai's, but with an even stronger sense of awe.

They quickly exchanged polite words with clasped hands, as if afraid that staying even a second longer would hinder Qin Yuan, and then almost ran away from the doorway.

And this is just the beginning.

The visits from Jia Dai and Lao Hei, representing two groups of prominent figures from different regions and levels, seemed to have opened a floodgate.

Over the next ten minutes or so, the door to carriage number six was knocked on several times.

Several more groups of people, some alone and some with one or two trusted confidants, came in different ways, but without exception, they all came with respect or caution to "report" or "pay their respects" to Qin Yuan.

"Boss Qin, I'm Gap-toothed Li from the East District..."

"Boss Qin, my brothers in the Xizhimen area asked me to give you their regards..."

"Boss Qin, it's Sun Erbazi from Nanyuan..."

Haidian

Greetings and registration numbers rose and fell in a continuous stream.

Most of these people were "clients" who obtained invitation letters in Beijing through the Far East Trading Company, while others obtained visas through their own channels.

Many of them were on Old Zhang's second-tier list, people who brought a group of brothers to eat with them. Others were first-time solo operators who had a sharp eye and wanted to get acquainted with the boss in advance.

They came from different backgrounds and had different personalities. Some were eager and obsequious, while others were tentative and cautious, and some even harbored unknown ambitions deep in their eyes.

But everyone who entered or approached the door of carriage number six, when their eyes fell upon the entire carriage filled with goods in woven bags, nylon bags, and burlap sacks...

Regardless of their original intentions, the expressions in their eyes instantly and uniformly transformed into intense shock and disbelief!
The bags of goods, stacked layer upon layer, like silent hills, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

That silent power, built from pure material resources, solemnly and brutally proclaimed a fact.

The owners of this carriage are no longer on the same level as these traders who carry a few scattered packages of goods and squeeze into ordinary carriages like scattered soldiers!

Qin Yuan remained calm and composed in the face of their attitude.

Neither humble nor arrogant, neither overly enthusiastic nor deliberately distant, but simply nodding slightly and saying "Let's take care of each other".

He knew very well that these people were the "potential stocks" selected by Old Zhang, and also the forces that might be useful or needed to be guarded against in Moscow in the future.

Today's "paying homage to the patrons" is both a test and, in a sense, a "choosing sides."

When the last visitor left, the carriage door finally closed completely.

Binzi, Gangzi, Magan'er, Wu Weiguo, and others stood to the side the whole time.

I witnessed waves of diverse faces entering with different expressions, and leaving with a unified sense of awe.

An indescribable sense of pride and fulfillment surged within me.

Especially Wu Weiguo.

He truly experienced it.

What the hell do you mean by strength?
What the hell is real power?!
Not with swords, guns, or clubs, but with hard currency piled up all over the train!

The second northward steel torrent of the K3 began with a thunderous roar in such a unique atmosphere.

It was loaded with far more goods than the last time, and it also carried countless expanding ambitions and the vaguely emerging class divisions.

Piercing through the thick autumn fog of the north, it resolutely heads towards that snow-covered land, full of unknowns and opportunities.

At the same time, Qin Yuan's ranking on the wealth list is rising rapidly!
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(End of this chapter)