My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 87: Currently in Moscow, arriving in Yanjing next week.

[I am Jingye]: I am currently in Moscow and will be arriving in Beijing next week. Those interested can follow Far East Import and Export Trading Company at that time.

A single line contains a wealth of information!

In the eyes of many players, the "Far East Import and Export Trading Company" was clearly the domestic entity behind "Master Jing's" business in the Soviet Union!
For players in Yanjing, this name is not unfamiliar.

What deserves attention is actually the first half of the sentence.

"Arriving in Yanjing next week" means that Master Jing is finally going back to China!

The message that "those who are interested can pay attention" is an open signal!
It's an opportunity! It's the call of wealth!

This message was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, and the ripples it created instantly swept through the entire player community, especially the core players in the three major metropolitan areas of Shanghai, Yanjing, and Guangzhou!

[Haidian Xiaodao]: My brother, you finally showed up! Far East Import and Export Trading Company, next week in Beijing, brothers, charge!

[Jinmen Xiaodao]: Received! Prepare to head to Yanjing immediately! The opportunity has finally arrived!
[Shenzhen Electronic Eye]: Far East Import and Export Trading Company... That's quite a grand name. It seems Lord Beijing really treats the Soviet Union as his Far East backyard. See you in Yanjing!

[Yangcheng Chaozai]: Brothers in Beijing, scout out the location beforehand! Find out where the company is! Don't end up not being able to find the door!
[Black Frozen Pear]: Waaaaah, I'm in Northeast China, will I make it in time? Jingye, wait for me!

[Changzhou Tyrannosaurus Rex]: I'm going all in! I'll sell everything I own to catch this train! Jingye, wait for me!

Countless IDs began to stir, discussing the itinerary, funding, and how to connect with this legendary "Master Jing".

The player ranked 2767th on the wealth list personally returned to China to "recruit investment," and Jingye is a player who climbed up from scratch with a blank account.

This is undoubtedly a huge opportunity that has fallen from the sky for the vast majority of players who are still struggling at the bottom.

However, not everyone's focus is on this "opportunity".

Moscow, in the shadows on the street corner opposite the Chekhov Hotel.

Inside an unassuming Volga sedan, Gadda leaned back in his seat, squinting, his fingers rhythmically tapping his thigh.

On the screen in front of him, the message "[I am Master Jing]" that ignited the group chat was displayed.

His face showed no excitement, but rather a gloomy and greedy expression.

"Far East Import & Export Trading Company? Arriving in Yanjing next week?" Jia Dai muttered to herself, a cold smile curving her lips. "Qin Yuan... my President Qin... you've finally decided to set off?"

These days, Gaddafi and his men have done nothing but keep a close watch on the Chekhov Hotel.

They witnessed firsthand the frenzy that "Far Eastern Kvass" swept through Moscow.

Trade Ministry trucks, military vehicles, department store vans—vehicles of all colors drove into the warehouse district in an endless stream, leaving fully loaded with cases of beverages.

Those Soviet men in suits, but with shrewd eyes, were constantly in and out, so busy they barely had time to breathe.

University students drove their kvass trucks, swarming through the streets and alleys of Moscow like locusts, their distinctive aroma of toasted bread almost everywhere.

This business is incredibly profitable!

It was outrageously fast! Kayo watched as the ranking of "I am Jingye" skyrocketed like a rocket, and the direct increase in wealth made him envious and his heart race.

He estimated that the cash flow in and out of that warehouse area in just a few months was an astronomical figure!
Qin Yuan had already become quite influential in the Soviet Union.

"Brother Dai!" The car door was gently pulled open, and Falcon slipped in like a ghost. His voice carried a hint of suppressed excitement. "We've found out everything! At the Chekhov Hotel, Qin Yuan's group has been making a lot of moves these past two days. They're packing their bags and have booked K3 train tickets to return to China in the early hours of the day after tomorrow!"

"Their core members—Qin Yuan, Binzi, Gangzi, Magan'er, and Weiguo—are all on the list!"

Kayo's eyes suddenly lit up, like two will-o'-the-wisps burning in the darkness: "The day after tomorrow? K3? They're all coming back? Good! Very good! Keep an eye on them!"

Falcon licked his chapped lips, his voice trembling with a hint of greed: "Brother Dai, there's something even more important!"

“I bribed a Russian woman who cleaned their rooms. She overheard that guy named Binzi or Gangzi talking on the phone in the room, mentioning that he was going to take a large amount of cash with him when he went back this time!”

"Cash?" Kayo keenly caught the key word and leaned forward. "How much?"

"I don't know the exact amount, but they said... they said it's to pay some kind of 'final payment' to the people on Hong Kong Island. It's a considerable sum, probably the rubles they earned from bringing goods over there, which they then converted into US dollars or RMB!"

"A large sum of cash? The final payment to the people of Hong Kong Island?" Kayo's heart pounded violently, and a surge of heat instantly coursed through her body.

He suddenly stood up, paced around the room, and the gloom on his face was replaced by a ferocious expression that was a mixture of ecstasy and ruthlessness.

"Heaven is on my side! It's truly heaven's help!" Kayo licked his dry lips, his eyes flashing with malice. "Qin Yuan, you're all the rage on Russian territory, and I can't do anything about you."

"But the worst thing you could have done was to brazenly take such a large sum of hard-earned money and ride the train back like that!"

"You dare to publicly announce your itinerary in the game? 'Follow Far East Import and Export Trading Company'? Ha, I'll start paying attention to your 'startup capital' right now!"

He stopped and looked at Falcon and Lynx, his voice cold and resolute: "Lynx, notify all the brothers to assemble immediately and bring their weapons!"

"Target—K3 International Train!"

"I'm going to personally 'welcome' this President Qin and give him a 'Yanjing greeting gift' that he'll never forget! I'll take the 'final payment' he gave to the people of Hong Kong Island."

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Lynx's eyes, and he nodded vigorously: "Understood! Brother Dai! Make sure he leaves both the man and the money on the road!"

"Brother Dai, where should we make our move?" He took out his dagger, played with it for a few moments, and asked.

“Mongolia!” Jia Dai’s eyes flashed with a sharp light. “In front of Erenhot, when they think we’re about to reach the border and lower their guard, we’ll make our move.”

Looking at the Chekhov Hotel and the deep night outside, Gada seemed to already see Qin Yuan's team returning with their spoils, along with the enormous sum of cash they carried that would drive anyone crazy.

He seemed to see his wealth ranking soar after he intercepted the money, and he envisioned himself becoming as influential as Qin Yuan in the Soviet Union and in China.

“Kyo-ye… 2767 in the game rankings? Ha…” Kayo let out a low, cold laugh. “In a few days, this ranking will probably be taken by someone else.”

He turned his head and looked at Lynx and Falcon with a cold gaze: "Let's go, call the brothers. They're leaving the day after tomorrow, so we'll take a car and wait for them at the border today."

(Wait, there's one more chapter, I'm writing it now. There will be five more chapters during the day, making it ten chapters today.)
(End of this chapter)