My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 96 Going to Guangzhou, Heading South to Guangdong
Da da da.
Qin Yuan's right hand unconsciously tapped his thigh.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

"Binzi, I'm not going back to Yanjing."

This is a six-seater minivan, traveling on the road to Erenhot city.

Besides the driver, there were five people in the car: Qin Yuan, Binzi, Gangzi, Magan'er, and Markov.

Because of the recent intense gunfight, police in Erenhot refused entry to Andrei and his entourage.

However, since it was indeed in self-defense and Andrei and others had security authority, only one person was allowed to enter the country.

Thus, Markov, a handsome young man of only twenty-eight, was chosen to accompany Qin Yuan into the country.

Qin Yuan just said this in Russian, and everyone in the car except the driver heard it clearly.

Binzi, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly turned around, his face filled with astonishment: "Brother? Not going back to Yanjing? Where are we going then?"

He subconsciously answered in Russian as well.

Gangzi, Magan'er, and Markov, who were sitting in the back row, all looked at Qin Yuan.

Qin Yuan glanced at everyone and tried to express himself in simple and clear Russian: "It is I who am not going back to Yanjing."

"Binzi, take Gangzi and Magan back with you. Take good care of Weiguo."

He paused, turned his gaze southward, and said calmly, "I'm going south to Guangdong to visit Guangzhou."

Ma Gan'er, being the quickest-witted, immediately realized: "Brother Yuan, you want to go see that Mr. Fang from Hong Kong Island?"

Qin Yuan nodded: "That's right. The reason we came back this time was for that batch of goods that Fang Minghai had."

"This shipment is crucial, as it relates to the subsequent cash flow and the plans for the Ochakov factory."

"Now that this has happened, we can't let our schedule be disrupted or delayed."

Binzi got anxious: "Then I'll go with you! Gangzi and Magan'er can take care of things in Weiguo!"

Qin Yuan immediately shook his head, his tone leaving no room for argument: "No. We're too big a target right now! Even though Jia Dai is dead, does he have anyone backing him? What's the situation in Yanjing? We know nothing!"

"You should go straight back to Yanjing. Your objective is clear, and you'll be safer that way."

"I'll take another bus from Erenhot and head directly south to Guangdong. Markov can come with me."

Upon hearing this, Markov immediately straightened his back and said firmly, "Don't worry, President Qin! With me protecting you, nothing will go wrong!"

His eyes were full of confidence and a sense of responsibility.

As a retired CCO special forces soldier, protecting his employer's safety is his duty. Moreover, Qin Yuan brought his entire family from his hometown to Moscow, and he would do anything to repay such kindness.

Binzi frowned. He knew Qin Yuan was right, but he was still worried: "Wei Guo does need someone to take care of him, but Brother Yuan, you can't do many things by yourself with Markov!"

"For example, running errands, making contacts, handling miscellaneous tasks... how about having Magan or Gangzi accompany you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Magan'er and Gangzi looked at Qin Yuan with anticipation in their eyes.

They all wanted to follow Qin Yuan, especially after the bloody battle at the border garage, they felt more at ease only when they were by Qin Yuan's side.

Qin Yuan hesitated for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the faces of Magan'er and Gangzi.

Magan'er is meticulous and good at dealing with people, and since this trip south is mainly for business negotiations, Magan'er is more suitable.

“Alright,” Qin Yuan decided, “then let Magan’er come along.”

"Gangzi, you and Binzi go back to Yanjing together. Take good care of Weiguo and the family. Also, please tell my parents that I'll be back later."

He took a bulging brown paper bag from his money box and handed it to Binzi: "Take tens of thousands of yuan from here. Buy some new things for the house, hire the best doctor and the best medicine for Weiguo. Don't be afraid to spend the money."

Binzi and Gangzi nodded emphatically, took the money bag, their eyes filled with solemnity: "Don't worry, Brother Yuan!"

The van stopped near Erenhot Railway Station.

Qin Yuan, Magan'er, and Ma Kefu quickly got out of the car.

Qin Yuan wasn't sure if he had been targeted by any force, but alarm bells were ringing in his mind. He felt as if an invisible axe was hanging over his head, ready to fall at any moment!
We must develop rapidly and acquire more resources and power!
In some unseen corners of China, it can sometimes be more dangerous than facing a gun barrel directly in the Soviet Union!

"Magan, go buy the tickets! Three train tickets to Hohhot! The sooner the better!" Qin Yuan ordered quickly. "Once we get to Hohhot, we'll fly directly to Guangzhou!"

"Understood!" Magan replied, and immediately ran towards the ticket hall.

Markov stood warily beside Qin Yuan, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

Binzi and Gangzi sat in the car, watching Qin Yuan and the other two disappear into the crowd at the train station, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Binzi whispered, "Gangzi, let's go to the hospital first. Weiguo is waiting for us!"

The van turned around and drove onto the road leading to Erenhot People's Hospital.

The rest of the trip was intense and exhausting. Magan managed to buy a hard sleeper ticket to Hohhot that afternoon.

Crowded carriages, polluted air, and a long, bumpy journey of more than ten hours.

It was late at night when we arrived in Hohhot.

The three of them, without taking a break, went straight to the airport and bought tickets for the earliest flight to Guangzhou the next day.

It was the morning of the third day when I was transferring in Shanghai.

Qin Yuan decisively decided to rest for a day at a hotel near the airport.

The continuous travel and the bloody battle at the border garage have pushed my mental and physical limits to the limit, and I must recover.

On the afternoon of the third day, around 6 PM, at Guangzhou Baiyun International Airport.

The humid, hot air from the south is quite different from the dry, cold air from the north.

The airport was bustling with people, noisy and full of energy.

Qin Yuan, Magan'er, and Ma Kefu walked out of the gate.

Qin Yuan was wearing a simple jacket and sunglasses, giving off an unapproachable vibe.

Ma Gan'er carried his luggage. He came from a Buddhist family and knew especially how to make himself appear ordinary in a crowd.

Markov was dressed casually, but his upright posture and sharp eyes still made him stand out somewhat from the crowd.

In the open city of Guangzhou, this combination, while attracting attention, is not particularly unusual.

"Mr. Qin! Over here!"

A voice with a heavy Cantonese accent rang out.

Fang Minghai was standing not far away, waving enthusiastically.

A brand-new black Toyota Crown sedan was parked next to him; in Guangzhou in the early 90s, this was definitely a symbol of status.

Fang Minghai quickly stepped forward, a warm smile on his face: "Mr. Qin! You must be tired from your journey!"

His gaze swept over the skinny guy and Markov behind Qin Yuan, especially lingering for a moment on Markov's obviously foreign face. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up and didn't ask any further questions.

"Mr. Fang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Qin Yuan extended his hand and shook hands with Fang Minghai.

"Not at all! It's my pleasure!" Fang Minghai smiled as he opened the car door. "Please get in! The hotel has been arranged, so please get some rest! Everything's going smoothly in the Soviet Union, right?"

Qin Yuan settled into the comfortable back seat and rubbed his temples: "It's alright, there was just a minor problem on the way."

As Fang Minghai started the car, he laughed and said, "Doing business is never smooth sailing; a few setbacks are normal! It's good that you're back safe and sound!"

The Crown sedan smoothly drove out of the airport and merged into the evening traffic of Guangzhou.

Fang Minghai turned on the car radio and tuned it to a news channel, seemingly out of habit, wanting to listen to the broadcast news.

"...Now for an important news report: Recently, near the border with Mongolia, Chinese police successfully cracked a major international train robbery case..."

The announcer's clear and articulate voice rang out in the carriage.

Fang Minghai didn't pay attention at first, still thinking about how to talk to Qin Yuan about business with the Soviet Union.

"...This criminal gang has long been entrenched along the K3 international train line, committing armed robberies with brutal methods, seriously threatening the lives and property of passengers."

During the operation, police killed nine hardened criminals on the spot, arrested more than ten, and seized a large quantity of firearms and ammunition…

Fang Minghai's smile froze instantly!

His grip on the steering wheel tightened suddenly!
"...It is reported that the gang leader, Jia Dai (pseudonym), was killed in a desperate resistance...Currently, a joint task force composed of police officers from multiple locations has been established to investigate the frequent robberies along the K3 line over the past six months, resolutely safeguarding the safety and order of this international passage..."

The announcer's voice continued, but Fang Minghai could no longer hear it.

He slammed on the brakes!
The Crown sedan suddenly stopped on the side of the road!

Fang Minghai slowly turned his head, his face deathly pale, his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat, his eyes wide open as if he had seen a ghost, staring intently at Qin Yuan, who remained calm in the back seat!

“Mr. Qin…” Fang Minghai’s voice trembled uncontrollably, “This…this broadcast said…K3…Erenhot…Jada…could it be…”

He swallowed hard, unable to utter another word.

There was dead silence in the carriage.

Only the radio was still broadcasting follow-up reports on the "major international train robbery".

Qin Yuan met Fang Minghai's horrified gaze with an expressionless face, simply nodding slightly, his tone as calm as if he were discussing a trivial matter:

"Yes, it's the same train we took yesterday. We just came from there."

(End of this chapter)