My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 75 Tsar Gwassein, the Caucasian Wolf King

While Chen Jianhua and Natasha were meeting with the manager of the National Department Store.

The Far Eastern kvass that the Moscow people had been longing for had just arrived at the Yaroslavl train station.

As the core hub of the empire, Moscow has a total of ten train stations, each corresponding to a different region or republic.

The Yaroslavl railway station corresponds to regions including Siberia, the Far East, China, and Mongolia.

On the platform, Qin Yuan and his group stood with their eyes fixed on the freight train that was slowly pulling into the station.

The train car was covered with a thick layer of snow, but it couldn't hide its massive size.

Liu Changhe did not come in person, but he sent someone who surprised Qin Yuan.

Ivan Petrovich, his brother-in-law who was once a heavy drinker and seemed frivolous.

Ivan was wrapped in a thick military overcoat, his face showing the fatigue of a long journey, but his eyes were much calmer than when he was in Khabarovsk, and even revealed a hint of shrewdness.

"President Qin!" As soon as Ivan got out of the car, he saw Qin Yuan and his group. He quickly walked up to them and handed them a list. "A total of ten train cars have been delivered, totaling five hundred tons."

Qin Yuan nodded. The bakery in Khabarovsk was a worthwhile investment, and bringing Zhong Zhaomin from Harbin was an even wiser move.

Without these two, production would not have been so smooth and efficient.

He looked at the list and suddenly his pupils contracted.

"Seven train cars of finished plastic-bottled kvass, and three train cars of concentrated kvass?"

When he was in Khabarovsk, he did not mention transporting concentrated concentrate.

“It’s like this,” Ivan said, looking somewhat nervous. “This is my suggestion. Based on the production situation and transportation costs in Khabarovsk, I suggested to Assistant Liu and Director Zhong that the finished product be put directly into the market, while the concentrated pulp can be diluted and bottled at a local bottling plant in Moscow.”

"This can save a lot of shipping costs and also allow us to respond to changes in market demand more quickly."

Qin Yuan's gaze lingered on Ivan's face for a few seconds, with a hint of inquiry and surprise.

Large-scale whole-train transportation (70% finished product) + concentrate Mosco filling (30%)?
This suggestion... is very professional and practical!
It seems that this once drunken "regimental commander" is not entirely useless after being trained by Liu Changhe, or rather, after being tempered by reality.

At the very least, he has a keen intuition for logistics and cost control.

"The concentrate is bottled at Moscow..." Qin Yuan pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Very good! This suggestion is adopted!"

He looked at Ivan, his tone carrying a hint of expectation: "Ivan, I remember you used to study in Moscow, so you're quite familiar with this place?"

Ivan straightened his back: "Yes, President Qin! I studied industrial management at the University of Moscow for two years, and then... I dropped out for some reason."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across his face, clearly indicating that the experience was not honorable.

Qin Yuan waved his hand dismissively: "Let's not talk about the past. Since you're familiar with Moscow, then... the task of finding a bottling plant is yours!"

His eyes were piercing: "Not only do we need to find a bottling plant, but I also need you to find the best glass bottle manufacturer so that we can use this batch of concentrated syrup to fill a batch of glass-bottled kvass!"

"Kvass in glass bottles?"

Qin Yuan nodded: "Kvas is prone to explosion if stored in glass bottles during frequent transportation due to the gas produced by yeast fermentation. However, if the transportation process is skipped and the product is directly put on the market, glass bottle packaging makes it easier to open up the market among the upper class."

"In addition, it is easy to distinguish from kvass packaged in ordinary plastic bottles."

Qin Yuan worked in sales in his previous life, so he understands consumers' psychology all too well.

Wealthy people consume not only the value of the item itself, but also the value beyond the item.

For example, brands, vanity, and privilege.
"The name..." Qin Yuan's lips curled into a meaningful smile, "Let's call it 'Far East Brand - Tsar Kvass,' and the packaging should be retro, luxurious, and high-class!"

"It should give people the feeling of...someone working for the Russian court!"

"Tsar Gwas?" Ivan's eyes lit up!
He instantly understood Qin Yuan's intention—to create a high-end brand exclusively for the privileged class and the gift market!
Glass bottle, retro packaging, Tsar's title... this is quite a gimmick!
"Understood, Mr. Qin! Mission accomplished!" Ivan's voice was filled with excitement.

He also wanted to make a name for himself.

In the past, he was just an ungraduated college student in Khabarovsk, a harsh and cold place, and without any connections, he was unable to break free from all the constraints.

But his trip to the ice city with Qin Yuan made him realize...

My opportunity may have arrived.

Qin Yuan's ability to maneuver among various levels of interests and quickly obtain the greatest benefit left him speechless.

Following this person will definitely make things different. So, during the days Qin Yuan was away, he took the initiative to work at the Far East Kvass Food Factory, where he put his talent and ability in industrial management to good use.

Liu Changhe has witnessed all these changes.

So after discussing it with Zhong Zhaomin, they decided to send his brother-in-law, Ivan, to Moscow.

By the way, let Qin Yuan also give his opinion and decide whether to use this person.

Qin Yuan was not opposed to Liu Changyuan's decision to recommend talented individuals regardless of personal relationships.

On the contrary, in special times, nepotism can actually be a driving force for rapid development.

Moreover, he is currently in the Soviet Union and needs trustworthy and capable people.

Ivan from Khabarovsk has clearly demonstrated some of his abilities.

"Binzi, Weiguo, you two take charge of receiving and unloading the goods!" Qin Yuan patted Ivan on the shoulder and then began to direct the scene. "Transport all the finished plastic bottles and concentrated pulp to the warehouse we rented!"

"Yes, Brother Yuan!" Binzi and Wu Weiguo responded immediately.

The group quickly sprang into action.

However, at the edge of this bustling scene, several cold, sinister gazes, like venomous snakes, were firmly fixed on Qin Yuan and his goods.

At the far end of the platform, behind the window of an inconspicuous freight office, stood several burly, fierce-looking men.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a thick beard and a sinister look in his eyes. He was none other than Baliev, the head of the Caucasian gang that controlled the freight "business" at the Yaroslavl railway station. His nickname was "Big Beard".

With a cheap cigarette dangling from his mouth, Baliev's wolf-like eyes were fixed on the mountain of cardboard boxes and metal barrels piled up on the platform, enveloped in smoke.

“Boss,” a bald-headed henchman with a scar on his face leaned closer and whispered, “this group of Chinese is the same Qin guy who’s been making a killing in the clothing business in Moscow lately.”

"The jeans and sheepskin coats that were popular in Moscow recently almost all came from his hands."

"Clothing?" Balyaev snorted a thick cloud of smoke from his nostrils, his voice hoarse and low. "Gri, can you smell it?"

The bald henchman, nicknamed Gerry, sniffed the air hard, but could smell nothing but coal smoke and cold air. He shook his head in confusion.

Baliev gave a cold laugh, pointing with his rough fingers at the metal barrels being loaded onto the truck: "Not the contents of those plastic bottles... it's those barrels!"

"I smell... alcohol! A strong, fermented smell!"

"Liquor?!" Gerry and his other men were taken aback. "Boss, liquor can't be transported so openly, can it? And so many wagons..."

"Idiot!" Baliev muttered. "Not vodka! It's kvass! Far Eastern kvass!"

"Far Eastern Kvass?!" Gerry and the others' eyes widened instantly, their faces filled with disbelief and shock!
They were all too familiar with that name!
These past few days, almost every major newspaper in Moscow has been plastered with this name!

That golden liquid, those two stirring advertising slogans... caused a huge uproar!
"Could it be... that all of this was orchestrated by this Chinese man?" Gerry gasped. "The 'millennial Slavic beverage' that's been touted so highly in the newspapers, was it he who brought it in?"

Baliev did not answer immediately; his greedy eyes swept over the goods like a hungry wolf eyeing a plump lamb.

He licked his slightly chapped lips, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness and greed: "Investigate! Keep investigating!"

"Find out exactly who this Qin is!"

"What powerful backers does he have in Moscow?"

"Where will this batch of goods ultimately be shipped to? And who will it be sold to?"

“Most importantly…” a fierce glint flashed in Baliev’s eyes, “who exactly is standing behind him?!”

He knew perfectly well that anyone who could build such a large clothing business in Moscow, create such a massive advertising campaign, and even ship goods to the Yaroslavl train station could not possibly be without connections!
Taking action rashly might backfire!

But... that golden liquid, the momentum described in the newspapers as "sweeping through Moscow," and the enormous wealth it implied...

All of this made his heart feel like it had been scratched by a cat's claws, both itchy and painful!

“Far Eastern Kvass…” Grigory muttered to himself, “This is a real piece of meat…”

He needs more information to decide whether to get a share or... take the whole pot.

"Ah, I can't wait!"

(End of this chapter)