My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 16 Clearing out the inventory? Five days?
Just as Li Xiangqian walked out the door, Wang Haiyang arrived at his girlfriend Natasha's dormitory building, carrying several pairs of the most fashionable jeans and a women's sheepskin coat.

As soon as Natasha came down, she couldn't take her eyes off the clothes Wang Haiyang had brought.

"Ocean! Where did you get all these clothes? My god, these jeans are a perfect fit!"

Natasha, being a girl who loves beauty, immediately picked up the jeans and held them up against herself.

"Try it on!" Wang Haiyang smiled and, without explaining, immediately told Natasha to try it on.

"Is it for me?" Natasha's eyes lit up immediately.

Wang Haiyang nodded and then told her a series of lines of dialogue on how to answer if someone asked him where his clothes came from after he changed them.

"Thank you, darling. I've remembered everything you said."

Natasha took the coat, feeling its soft texture, and her eyes brightened.

With a thud, he stamped a mark on Wang Haiyang's face and ran straight to the dormitory building.

She hurriedly changed her clothes, much to her roommate's surprise.

When Natasha changed into those slim-fit Apple brand jeans and then put on that women's wool coat.

Her roommates stared wide-eyed.

The perfect cut accentuated Natasha's long legs, and the thick, durable denim fabric gave it a unique rugged and fashionable feel, a stark contrast to the monotonous, baggy work pants common in the Soviet Union.

The thick, snow-white wool coat accentuated Natasha's sexy and charming appearance.

Women's love of beauty is practically innate. Seeing Natasha's dramatic transformation, they immediately surrounded her, bombarding her with questions.

"Natasha! Where did you buy these pants? They're amazing!"

"This material! This design! It's much better than those in department stores!"

"Are these jeans a brand name? The coat is nice too."

Natasha proudly twirled around, basking in the envious glances of her roommates, and began her performance according to the "script" Wang Haiyang had taught her: "Yes! It's the latest model my boyfriend Haiyang brought from China!"

"Apple brand, the hottest brand in their country right now! The quality is even better than Levi's! The key is the price, only 220 rubles! Much cheaper than Levi's!"

"220 rubles?" a girl named Ekaterina exclaimed. "So cheap? A decent pair of trousers in a department store costs two or three hundred!"

"Does your boyfriend still have any? I heard that Chinese students usually bring back a few leather jackets and jeans when they go back to China."

"Me too! Natasha, are there any more at the ocean?"

Do you have any coats? Let me see some!

As Wang Haiyang achieved his first victory, Li Xiangqian, carrying samples, somewhat nervously knocked on the office door of Ander, a young lecturer he knew best.

“Professor Ander, I’m sorry to bother you,” Li Xiangqian said in fluent Russian.

"Oh, Xiangqian, come in quickly, what's the matter?" Teacher Ander was very kind.

Li Xiangqian took out jeans and a sheepskin coat, and nervously followed the "script" taught by Chen Jianhua, saying, "Teacher... it's like this, my family knew I was studying here, so they used some connections to get a batch of... um... high-end jeans and sheepskin coats from China."

"The quality is excellent, top-notch. I... I'd like to work part-time to help support my family. Do you... do you need anything? The price... the price is very reasonable."

Mr. Ander had only been looking out of politeness, but when his hand touched the thick, soft lining of the wool coat and saw the exquisite stitching and hardware of the jeans, his expression immediately changed.

He picked up the coat and examined it carefully, then looked at the cut of the jeans.

"Xiangqian, this...this quality is really excellent! Made in China?"

Ander was somewhat surprised; the Chinese products he knew were not like this.

“Yes, teacher, although this coat comes from a small factory, the materials and craftsmanship are top-notch,” Li Xiangqian quickly explained.

Teacher Ander held up the sheepskin coat to himself and it fit him perfectly.

He's going to Leningrad next month for an important academic conference and is worried about not having a coat that's both presentable and warm.

This coat, in terms of both style and material, far exceeded his expectations.

The price of 450 rubles was a considerable expense for him, but it was well within his means and offered excellent value for money!
"Xiangqian, I'll take this coat!" Teacher Ander decided decisively. "450 rubles, right? I'll get the money for you right now."

As he took out his money, he exclaimed, "I never thought China could produce such good products now. These jeans... the fit is also very good."

His gaze fell on the jeans again.

Li Xiangqian was overjoyed and quickly said, "The jeans are 220 rubles a pair, and the quality is absolutely reliable! You can try them on, teacher."

After thinking for a moment, Teacher Ander readily pulled out another 220 rubles: "Great! I'll take these jeans too! They'll go perfectly with this coat!" He patted Li Xiangqian on the shoulder, "Xiangqian, you're a hardworking and diligent student! Working part-time is a good thing, but you also need to pay attention to your studies."

"Thank you, teacher! I will definitely study hard!" Li Xiangqian excitedly accepted the money, feeling its weight.

The first battle was a victory!

Li Xiangqian's confidence soared, and he immediately went to find two other young lecturers with whom he had a good relationship.

Zhang Wei has completely transformed into a "party prince" and a "trendsetter".

He carefully selected a pair of jeans that best fit his figure and showed off his physique, put on a stylish jacket, carried a few samples, and strode confidently into a sizable mixed party for international and local students that evening.

His fluent Russian with a perfectly accented foreign accent, coupled with his naturally cheerful and talkative personality and trendy attire, quickly made him one of the focal points of the party.

As he casually chatted with a few local students about the weather and music in Moscow while holding his drink, someone finally noticed his unusual trousers.

“Hey Zhang! Your pants are really cool! Where did you buy them? They're not Soviet imports, are they?” asked a local student named Igor.

Zhang Wei was secretly delighted, but on the surface he remained calm and composed: "Oh, you mean this? 'Apple Brand,' from China, the hottest denim brand in our country right now."

He deliberately pulled up the crease of his pants to show off the excellent fit. "The material is thick and comfortable to wear. The key is... the price is much cheaper than Levi's, only 220 rubles."

"220 rubles? The quality looks really good!" Igor reached out and touched it. "Made in China? The quality is this good now?"

"Of course!" Zhang Wei exclaimed with a hint of national pride. "Made in southern China, the craftsmanship is no worse than that of the United States! Moreover,"

He lowered his voice, with a hint of mystery, "This brand just entered the Soviet Union, and the quantity is very limited. I only got it through a friend's connections. It's purely a campus perk; the outside market is going crazy for it!"

"Really?" Igor and his friend next to him were intrigued. "Are there more? I want to get one too!"

"Yes, it looks really good! Do you have my size?"

Zhang Wei laughed and said, "Everyone gets one, don't fight over it, everyone gets one."

The concepts of "scarcity," "campus exclusive," and "China's latest trendy brand" were amplified through alcohol, music, and word of mouth.

Before the party was even over, the samples Zhang Wei brought were all pre-ordered, and some people even paid a deposit on the spot, asking him to reserve some for them.

Zhang Wei felt that he wasn't selling clothes, but spreading a trend. He deeply understood the meaning of the saying "social interaction is sales".

Chen Jianhua remained in his dormitory, his base camp, throughout the entire process.

His dormitory door was almost never closed, as his recruited "downlines" constantly returned to restock and pay, and Soviet students and teachers who were attracted to the area also came directly to his door to inspect and purchase the goods.

While collecting money, keeping accounts, and distributing goods, he also coordinated Wang Haiyang's urgent replenishment needs and received feedback and orders from Li Xiangqian and Zhang Wei.

Money poured in like water.

His drawers were overflowing with rubles, and his schoolbag was stuffed full.

For the first time, he felt the weight and speed of money were astonishing.

Looking at the empty dormitory floor with only a few scattered samples left, and listening to the excited reports from his "downline" members about the booming sales in various places, Chen Jianhua's heart pounded. A huge sense of accomplishment and deep admiration for Qin Yuan welled up in his heart.

Just one afternoon and one evening!
He and his partners, along with the temporary "downlines," managed to sell out the two large packages of goods they were allocated!
This speed is more than ten times faster than setting up a stall in the Cheka market!
In the early hours of the morning, Chen Jianhua, Wang Haiyang, Li Xiangqian, and Zhang Wei, exhausted, met up again in their dormitory.

The four of them, looking at the thick wads of rubles they had each brought back—enough to fill backpacks and bags—were all speechless with awe at this enormous achievement.

"My God..." Wang Haiyang murmured, looking at the mountain of banknotes piled on the table, "This...this is more than my dad earns in a year at home!"

Zhang Wei slammed his fist on the table excitedly: "Brother Yuan, this approach is too wild! The campus market is a gold mine!"

He turned to look at Chen Jianhua, eagerly saying, "Jianhua, this business is a good one. We must build a good relationship with Brother Yuan. If Brother Yuan and his men come to Moscow more often, we can all make a fortune!"

Li Xiangqian carefully sorted through his share of money, his hands still trembling slightly, already calculating in his mind how much he could send home and what he could buy for his younger sister.

Chen Jianhua took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and quickly counted the total amount, his voice trembling slightly: "Brothers, don't get excited!"

"This is just the beginning; it's normal for sales to be good on the first day!"

"We're going to get more goods from Brother Yuan tomorrow!"

"At this rate, we can finish all the remaining stock by tomorrow! We've only just begun at the dozen or so universities in Moscow!"

The immense wealth and the joy of success overwhelmed the four young men like strong liquor.

For the first time, they truly felt that Qin Yuan had opened up not just a door to making money for them, but a new world full of infinite possibilities!
Clear out inventory? Five days?
They have already seen the light at the end of the tunnel!

(End of this chapter)