My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 18: Sixty to seventy thousand rubles came in in a flash.

As the four were nervously planning their day's actions, a series of hurried and noisy footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, accompanied by the young people's barely suppressed excitement as they talked.

"Brother Yuan! Brother Yuan must be up!"

"Quick! Open the door!"

With a loud bang, the hotel's flimsy door was pushed open forcefully.

Chen Jianhua, Zhang Wei, Wang Haiyang, and Li Xiangqian rushed in like a whirlwind. Each of them had the fatigue of staying up all night, but their eyes shone brightly, sparkling with great excitement and a sense of accomplishment!
What's even more eye-catching is that Wang Haiyang was accompanied by a tall, blonde, blue-eyed Soviet girl named Natasha, who was wearing brand-new Apple brand jeans and a wool coat.

Natasha's face also showed curiosity and excitement.

As soon as the five of them entered, their eyes were immediately drawn to the pile of goods in the corner, and then they all turned to Qin Yuan.

"Brother Yuan!" Chen Jianhua was the first to speak.

Looking at them, Qin Yuan felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. "How's it going? How are the sales?"

Gangzi and Binzi, who had been silent, also looked up instantly.

"Sold out! All the goods we brought were sold out yesterday afternoon and last night! Not a single item left!"

Chen Jianhua said excitedly, his voice trembling.

"Yes! It's all gone!" Wang Haiyang waved his arms excitedly, pointing at Natasha. "Thanks to Natasha and her friends! It was insane! It was like a robbery!"

Zhang Wei excitedly added, "The party was a huge success! So many people paid deposits! Everyone's asking if there are any left!"

Although Li Xiangqian didn't speak, he nodded vigorously, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

"Good, well done! I knew you guys could do it!" Qin Yuan stood up abruptly. Even though he had anticipated the vastness of the campus market, he still managed to sell out both bags of clothes in just one afternoon and one night.

This efficiency still surprised him.

Gangzi and Dabinzi were even more dumbfounded.

Gangzi's initial criticism of being "skinny" now seems somewhat laughable.

Chen Jianhua pointed eagerly to the four remaining packages in the corner: "Brother Yuan! Give us the rest of the goods!"

"We guarantee we'll sell all four packages today!"

"The campus market is huge! We've only visited a few schools, but once word gets out, the demand will only increase!"

Qin Yuan looked at their spirited eyes, shook his head, walked to the corner, and picked up only two packs: "Jianhua, you can take these two packs today."

"Binzi and Gangzi still need to take the remaining two packs to the Cheka market to sell."

"Huh?" Chen Jianhua and Wang Haiyang were both stunned. "Brother Yuan, why? We sell them even faster over there!"

Qin Yuan's gaze was deep as he explained, "This stall in the Cheka market cannot be lost! Nor can it be completely abandoned. It's not just a sales point, but also a 'front shop,' a 'signal'!"

"We want everyone who comes to the Cheka market, especially those shrewd 'scalpers,' to see that there is a group of Chinese people here who are selling good products steadily and consistently!"

"In that case, when we come again next time, or if Jianhua and you want to do some small business outside of campus in the future, this stall will be a ready-made channel and a reliable source of support!"

"Moreover, it's also your confidence in selling goods at school. If any students question the authenticity of your goods, you can say, 'Our headquarters is at the Cheka market, and you can come and verify the goods anytime!'"

"This is called combining the real and the virtual, complementing each other!"

Chen Jianhua suddenly realized, and a look of admiration appeared in his eyes.

Wang Haiyang and Zhang Wei also seemed to be deep in thought.

Brother Yuan's thoughts were indeed farther and deeper than theirs! "Understood, Brother Yuan!" Chen Jianhua stopped insisting, took the two packages, and felt their substantial weight.

Qin Yuan then turned to Chen Jianhua: "Jianhua, give me yesterday's payment."

Chen Jianhua immediately signaled, and Zhang Wei, Wang Haiyang, and Li Xiangqian quickly pulled out several thick stacks of rubles tied with rubber bands from their bulging backpacks. Natasha also looked on curiously.

Chen Jianhua also took out a heavy cloth bag.

The four of them piled all the rubles onto the small table in the center of the room, instantly creating a mountain of money even more spectacular than the one from the night before!
Gangzi and Dabinzi both held their breath.

Qin Yuan remained expressionless, quickly did some mental calculations, then precisely counted out the corresponding portions from the pile of money, divided them into four parts, and pushed them to Chen Jianhua, Zhang Wei, Wang Haiyang, and Li Xiangqian respectively.

"This is your commission, 5%, not a penny less. Count it."

Looking at the thick wad of rubles that belonged to them, all four men, including the usually composed Li Xiangqian, trembled slightly.

This is the first pot of gold they earned in a foreign land through their own abilities! It's of great significance!
Because Chen Jianhua was the team leader, he received more commission than others.

But no one objected; Chen Jianhua deserved it, and he proved it with his abilities.

Natasha stood beside Wang Haiyang, looking at the thick stacks of rubles, her blue eyes filled with shock and undisguised envy.

She came from a well-off family, but the impact of having so much cash piled up in front of her was still enormous.

Her gaze toward Wang Haiyang became even more fervent.

Qin Yuan quickly gathered the remaining rubles and put them into a sturdy canvas bag, which was quite heavy.

He looked at Old Zhang and said, "Uncle Zhang, there's no time to lose. Take the money you need and head to Khabarovsk immediately! Do as we've agreed!"

Old Zhang nodded emphatically: "Don't worry, I'll leave this afternoon. Leave the invitation to me!"

He then looked at Chen Jianhua and the other three, especially Wang Haiyang and Natasha, his tone carrying a subtle, unspoken meaning: "You've done a great job at school, keep it up!"

"But remember, safety first, don't be too flashy."

"After you've sold all the goods, get some rest. We have important business to attend to when I get back!"

Just as Qin Yuan picked up the heavy canvas bag, preparing to split up with Old Zhang, Chen Jianhua hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"Brother Yuan, are you... going to the National Bank to exchange RMB?"

Qin Yuan paused, then nodded: "Yes, while the exchange rate is stable now, official channels are the safest."

Chen Jianhua pushed up his glasses, a hint of worry on his face: "Brother Yuan, the situation might not be that simple. Because I'm an international student, I need to exchange currency regularly to pay for tuition and living expenses, so I'm quite familiar with the bank's rules."

"The banks in Moscow do have RMB reserves, but those are used for large-scale trade settlements between the two countries."

He paused, lowering his voice slightly: "For individuals like us, especially when exchanging such a large amount of rubles at once, banks require detailed procedures and supporting documents for 'non-trade remittances,' such as proof of tuition payment for studying abroad, proof of remittance from relatives, etc. The procedures are very complicated, and the limits are very strict."

“Our 60,000 to 70,000 rubles are equivalent to several hundred thousand yuan. If we go directly to the counter, let alone whether we can exchange them, we will probably attract attention and be questioned immediately.”

Qin Yuan's brows furrowed instantly, his eyes sharpening: "Non-trade remittance procedures? And there are limits on the amount?"

He had only considered the benefits of the official exchange rate, but overlooked the practical operational obstacles under the rigid bureaucratic system of the Soviet Union.

Sixty or seventy thousand rubles piled up on the bank counter is indeed too conspicuous!

If this money gets stuck or causes unnecessary trouble, the consequences could be dire.

(End of this chapter)