My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 80 Sweeps Through the Entire Soviet Union
The manager's office at the Mosco National Department Store.

David Kove had just finished watching the evening news and was still shocked by the street frenzy sparked by the "Far Eastern Kvas" in Pushkin Square and the television reports.

He hadn't expected Qin Yuan and his group to act so quickly and with such a great momentum!

Those three yellow trucks and the surging crowd almost stole the show from McDonald's!
However, when the news ended and the thirty-second commercial appeared on the screen without warning, David Cove felt as if he had been struck by lightning!
He suddenly jumped up from the sofa!
His body was stiff, his eyes were wide open, and he was staring intently at the television screen!
The 30-second advertisement wasn't long, but every frame that met his eyes was a shock.

He remained frozen in place until the advertisement ended.

This advertisement was created by those few Chinese people.

Unbelievable, unimaginable.

Davidoff stared at the frozen outline of the "Far East Kvass" bottle on the screen, his eyes filled with shock and excitement.

He knew that tomorrow...

No, after tonight, "Far East Kvass" will no longer be just a beverage brand!
It will become a phenomenon!
A symbol!
A colossal wave swept across the entire Soviet Union!
And his Davykov State Department Store, as the benchmark of state-owned commerce in Moscow and even the whole Soviet Union, was destined to become the center of this storm!

"Yes, we must act immediately and seize the initiative."

Davidoff lunged at the telephone on his desk, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement, and dialed number after number:
"Purchasing department? Immediately, right now!"

"Contact Far East Kvass Food Co., Ltd. and tell them that all branches of the state-owned department stores must have their plastic bottled 'Far East Kvass' on their shelves first thing tomorrow morning!"

“We will give it the best location, the largest display area, and the supply of goods must be prioritized for our state-owned department stores.”

"The logistics department? Immediately mobilize all available vehicles and pick up the goods from their warehouse tonight. Yes, tonight, as much as they have!"

"Propaganda Department, get me Afksenji. What? He's home?"

"Have him come back immediately and make a promotional poster overnight. Yes, use the footage from the TV commercials!"

"'Slavic kvass—nourishing the past, forging the future'—I want to see this phrase in every shop window of the National Department Store first thing tomorrow morning!"

He put down the phone, panting, but immediately picked it up again and dialed another number.

This was an old acquaintance of his within the Moscow state-run commercial system, the manager of St. Petersburg's largest department store.

“Ava, it’s me, Davidoff!”

"Did you see the ad in Moscow?... Yes, that's the 'Far East Kvass'!"

"Listen to me, contact this company immediately and order their goods."

"Trust me! This is absolutely a gold mine. If you wait too long, you'll miss out!"

On the other side, at the Chekhov Hotel.

The phone kept ringing!

Chen Jianhua, Natasha, Li Xiangqian, and others were so busy they barely had time to breathe, and their voices became hoarse from shouting!
"Hello! National Department Store Purchasing Department?"

"Yes! We are Far East Kvass! ... Tomorrow on the shelves? No problem! How many do you want? ... 5000 cases?! Great! The warehouse address is... Tonight's pickup? Sure! We have someone to handle it!"

"St. Petersburg Department Store?...3000 cases?...Great! Thank you for your trust! We'll arrange the logistics immediately!"

"Yekaterinburg?...2000 boxes?...Understood! Prioritize supply!"

Natasha had just hung up one phone when another rang. She picked up the receiver: "Hello? Keeve State Store? Need goods?"

"How many?... 4000 boxes?! Sorry! The supply to Kiev needs to be coordinated; we prioritize Moscow and St. Petersburg..."

"What? Your manager called personally?... Great! I've got it! We'll try our best to arrange it!"

Li Xiangqian frantically pressed buttons on his calculator, his forehead covered in sweat: "Brother Yuan! Local orders in Moscow have already exceeded 15,000 cases!"

"St. Petersburg, Yekaterinburg, and Kiev combined have exceeded 10,000 boxes!"

"At this rate, will Khabarovsk's production capacity be able to keep up?"

Qin Yuan stood by the window, looking at the Moscow night outside, his eyes becoming increasingly sharp.

The power of the advertising far exceeded his expectations! David Cove's decisiveness also impressed him!

Almost overnight, their identities were completely reversed, from "begging for help to put their products on the shelves" to "being asked to supply goods"!

The gates of the entire Moscow, and even the entire Soviet state-owned commercial system, seemed to be instantly breached by this advertisement and the frenzy of Pushkin Square!
One call after another went to the number that was specifically listed in the advertisement.

"Send a telegram to Khabarovsk!" Qin Yuan said decisively. "Order Liu Changhe and Zhong Zhaomin! The factory will operate in three shifts, 24 hours a day!"

"All concentrated kvass will be supplied to Moscow first, and the finished product will be bottled in plastic bottles. We will operate at full capacity, regardless of cost!"

"Load all inventory onto trucks and send them to Moscow immediately!"

"Also," Qin Yuan turned to Chen Jianhua, who was constantly taking notes, "Jianhua, contact Ivan!"

"Ask him if the 'Tsar Kvass' samples have come out at the Ochakov factory yet?"

"Have him send a batch over immediately. Tomorrow, the special supply counters in the state-run department stores must see our high-end products!"

"Understood!" Chen Jianhua nodded immediately.

As they were talking, Binzi walked in with a serious expression, followed by Gangzi.

"Brother Yuan," Binzi said in a low voice, "something's happened at the warehouse!"

"What's going on?" Qin Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

"A group of people just tried to storm our warehouse in the eastern suburbs!" Binzi said quickly. "About seven or eight of them, armed with weapons, tried to force their way in! They were stopped by the veterans that Weiguo and Ivan brought!"

"Brother Weiguo made a move?" Chen Jianhua asked nervously, still standing.

Binzi nodded: "Three were injured, and the rest escaped. Judging from their methods and accents, they seem to be from the Caucasus region."

"Wei Guo is still guarding the warehouse with his men."

Caucasian gang!

Those people at Yaroslavl train station!

Qin Yuan's eyes instantly turned cold!
I couldn't hold back any longer!
"Tell the brothers to be on high alert and patrol in three shifts!"

"Especially that batch of concentrated raw liquor, that's of utmost importance!"

"Furthermore," Qin Yuan said, looking at Binzi, "investigate thoroughly and see if anyone is directing these people."

“They’re already investigating!” Binzi nodded. “Those veterans Ivan introduced seem to know some people in the local gangs, and they’re making inquiries.”

The news of the warehouse attack was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing some of the euphoria brought about by the surge in orders.

The waters in Moscow are too deep!
It is difficult to guard against open and hidden attacks.

Qin Yuan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

As business expands, security measures must also be established.

Qin Yuan had Wu Weiguo try out these veterans; they were just ordinary people who had received training. They were more than capable of being warehouse security guards, but not quite at the level of elite bodyguards.

More people must be recruited.

But right now, only if sales are guaranteed and the reputation of this national beverage is fully established can we talk about other things later.

"Notify everyone," Qin Yuan looked up and glanced around, "Work overtime tonight! Do everything you can to ensure the shelves are stocked at the National Department Store and other stores tomorrow!"

"At the same time, strengthen warehouse security! Report any unusual activity immediately!"

"Yes!" the crowd responded in unison, their eyes burning with fighting spirit and a hint of tension.

The nights in Moscow are destined to be sleepless.

Meanwhile, the wave of Kvass in the Far East was sweeping across the entire Soviet Union with unstoppable momentum!
(End of this chapter)