My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 19 Become a doctor, or work for me?

The atmosphere in the room instantly became heavy.

If there's no quick way to exchange rubles for yuan, then bartering is the only option.

But this route will take much longer.

They had agreed with the southerners in Yanjing that they would return in twenty days to pay off the remaining balance.

If you try to barter, not only will people not accept it, but you also can't afford to wait.

Just then, Natasha, who had been standing quietly beside Wang Haiyang, seemed to guess what they were discussing from the expressions of her boyfriend, Qin Yuan, and others, as well as the key words in Chen Jianhua's words.

She gently tugged at Wang Haiyang's sleeve and spoke a few words quickly and clearly in Russian.

Wang Haiyang's eyes lit up, and he immediately turned to Qin Yuan, his tone filled with excitement: "Brother Yuan! Natasha said that her father works in the credit department of the Moscow State Bank!"

She said that such large-scale exchanges are difficult for ordinary people, but for insiders, it's just a matter of 'a title'!

"As long as you find the right people and explain the reasonable purpose, such as... well... for example, a large scholarship or special project funding for Chinese students, you can break it down into several payments and handle it internally, and there's absolutely no problem!"

She said her dad should be able to help!

Qin Yuan's gaze instantly focused on Natasha.

Natasha met Qin Yuan's scrutinizing gaze, nodded vigorously, and added in clear but accented Chinese, "Yes, Mr. Qin."

"There's a lot of RMB in the bank, just piled up there. It's too much trouble for ordinary people to exchange it."

"My dad knows people who can make it happen. All we need is... a reason."

What a twist!

Qin Yuan felt a sense of relief and a sincere and solemn smile appeared on his face. "Natasha, thank you so much! Please also thank your father for me."

"If you can help us with this, we will definitely make sure you don't work for nothing!"

He immediately turned to Chen Jianhua and Wang Haiyang: "Jianhua, Haiyang, you two come with me to the bank! You're familiar with international student affairs, so work together to come up with a reasonable 'pretext'!"

"Uncle Zhang, please go to the train station as planned. The matter in Khabarovsk cannot be delayed!"

"Binzi, Gangzi, take the goods and head to the market immediately!"

"Understood!" The group perked up and sprang into action once more.

Moscow State Bank.

With the covert guidance and support of Natasha's father, an insider, the process went even more smoothly than expected.

Wang Haiyang and Chen Jianhua worked together seamlessly, fabricating a prepayment for a joint research project between Chinese universities and the University of Moscow.

Natasha's father used his position and connections to cleverly split the huge sum of rubles brought by Qin Yuan into several amounts that met the requirements of "non-trade remittances" and quickly processed the formalities.

Qin Yuan stood in the bank's slightly old but solemn lobby, watching the staff behind the counter collect stacks of gray-green rubles.

Then, at Natasha's father's whispered instructions, the staff at another window began counting bundles of brand-new blue 100-yuan banknotes printed with a pattern of unity among all ethnic groups!
That visual impact is far more heart-pounding than a mountain of rubles!
Qin Yuan wasn't thinking about how much money he had.

Instead, they witnessed firsthand the corruption within the Soviet Union.

When Natasha's father, that tall man, handed him all the money and even suggested that he could come to him if anything like this happened again.

Qin Yuan almost laughed.

It was precisely this kind of country, this kind of Soviet Union.

Only then can he win this game of money!

The first step was a success!

Evening, Warehouse Hotel.

The room was lit by a dim, yellowish light.

Qin Yuan sat alone at the table, with a map and a sheet of paper covered in numbers spread out in front of him, but his mind was clearly not on it.

He had just finished counting the money in the bag and sorting it into categories.

The door was pushed open, and Chen Jianhua, Zhang Wei, Wang Haiyang, and Li Xiangqian returned, their bodies radiating cold air and flushed with excitement.

Their shoulders were bare, and their faces showed the same exhaustion and immense satisfaction.

"Brother Yuan! We're back!" Chen Jianhua's voice was hoarse with excitement. "Both packages sold out! Not a single item left! Even faster than yesterday! We've even received dozens of pre-orders!"

Zhang Wei and Wang Haiyang chimed in, adding to the lively scene on campus.

Li Xiangqian silently placed a bulging cloth bag containing the day's sales proceeds on the table.

Qin Yuan looked at them with a pleased smile: "Good! Well done! You guys have really impressed me!" He gestured for them to sit down and rest, and poured them a few cups of hot water.

Binzi and Gangzi hadn't returned yet, leaving only Qin Yuan and the four young people in the hotel, their faces filled with excitement yet barely concealing their exhaustion.

The atmosphere relaxed.

Qin Yuan's gaze fell on Chen Jianhua, a medical student with glasses and a refined demeanor who had displayed astonishing business acumen in the past two days.

He pondered for a moment, then asked, "Jianhua, now that this business deal is done, you should all go back to school and focus on your studies."

"What are your plans for the future? Do you intend to return to China after graduation and become a doctor dedicated to saving lives? Or..."

He didn't finish speaking, but his meaning was clear.

Should we work for him?

Qin Yuan needs an answer.

The excitement on Chen Jianhua's face slowly subsided. He picked up his water glass but didn't drink it immediately, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the inside of the glass.

The room fell silent, and Zhang Wei, Wang Haiyang, and Li Xiangqian all looked at him.

This question had been on their minds as well.

Chen Jianhua kept his head down.

Become a doctor?
That was his goal since childhood, his family's expectation, and the dignity of society.

He loves medicine and the feeling of acquiring knowledge and helping others.

But he was fed up with being poor!
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so diligent in studying trade knowledge even on the train.

They won't get excited when they hear that a classmate earned an entire semester's tuition by reselling a few leather jackets.

The experiences of the past two days were like a boulder thrown into his calm lake.

The feeling of running around the campus selling goods, communicating and dealing with different people, watching the goods quickly turn into rubles, and personally receiving a generous commission.

That thrill of a racing heart, a surge of adrenaline, and a sense of challenge and uncertainty.

There was also the vast blueprint Qin Yuan had drawn up for a trade network connecting the two countries.

All of this attracted him like a magnet.

He hesitated for a long time before finally raising his head. Behind his glasses, his eyes held a hint of confusion, but more so, a sense of inquiry and longing.

He looked at Qin Yuan and asked in a low but clear voice, "Brother Yuan... do you think we can't have both paths at the same time? Or... is there a compromise?"

Qin Yuan looked at the struggle and ambition flashing in Chen Jianhua's eyes and understood.

He smiled slightly, patted his shoulder, and said:
"Jianhua, I understand your thoughts."

"Studying medicine is your foundation, your means of making a living, which is good. Don't give up easily."

"However, doing business, especially trade on the K3 route that we are developing, requires people who are rooted in the local area, familiar with the environment, and trustworthy."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the four people before finally settling on Chen Jianhua:
“Through this collaboration, you have proven your capabilities and shown me your value. My plan is to expand this line. In the future, there will be a steady stream of goods shipped from China, including jeans, leather jackets, daily necessities… and even more.”

"The Moscow campus market, and indeed the entire Soviet Union's campus market, is a huge pie that needs a reliable, efficient, and environmentally-savvy core team to operate it."

Qin Yuan's voice carried a power that depicted the future:

"If you're willing, after graduation, or even while you're still studying, you can dedicate your energy to truly 'going into business' and working with me."

"Then, I can entrust you with the overall coordination of goods distribution in Moscow, campus network construction, and even connecting with some local Soviet resources."

“You are our ‘general agent’ in Moscow, a crucial link in this chain. The profits you earn are far greater and more exciting than if you were a campus ‘middleman’ or an ordinary doctor.”

He changed the subject, his tone still calm, but with a hint of realistic consideration:

"Of course, if you ultimately choose to return to medicine and focus on becoming a doctor."

“I fully understand and respect that.”

"However, at that time, our cooperation may only be limited to what we did this time, where you do wholesale business on campus and earn some pocket money."

"And I will seek out and cultivate other long-term agents in Moscow."

This is a harsh statement, but it reflects the decisions of people in society.

(The plot involving smuggling freight cars has been altered; things are moving too hastily now.)

(End of this chapter)