My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 24 Let's go home!

"Hey, where did you come from, you bastard?" The man in the floral shirt slapped him across the face. "Get out of my way!"

A crisp slap echoed in the yard!
Qin Ming staggered from the slap, half of his cheek instantly swelling up red. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he gritted his teeth and didn't cry out.

With eyes blazing with fury, Ma Gan'er roared and was about to pounce on the attack to fight to the death!

"Hey Cantonese, what's the rush?"

A deep, clear voice, carrying the dust of a long journey, rang out at the courtyard gate.

squeak-

The heavy wooden door of the courtyard was pushed open completely.

The first thing that catches the eye is Binzi's enormous body, which is like an iron tower and almost fills the door frame!

He was travel-worn and wearing a thick, old cotton-padded coat, but his imposing presence instantly enveloped the entire courtyard.

He carried two huge, empty woven bags on his back, his cold gaze sweeping over the chaos in the courtyard.

Next up was Gangzi, whose eyes gleamed with ferocity, looking like he was ready to pounce on a cheetah at any moment.

He was also carrying a bulging travel bag, his eyes sharp as knives, fixed on the face of the man in the floral shirt who had made the move.

Finally, Qin Yuan strolled in unhurriedly.

He was also wearing an old cotton-padded coat, his face showing the weariness of the journey, but his eyes were frighteningly calm, as if the conflict in front of him was just a trivial episode.

He had a bulging canvas bag slung over his shoulder and was carrying a heavy black faux leather travel bag in his hand.

Seeing Qin Yuan appear, Ma Gan'er instantly felt like he had found his pillar of support, and excitedly exclaimed, "Brother Yuan! Brother Bin! Gangzi! You...you're back!"

The man in the floral shirt and his entourage were stunned by the sudden appearance of the trio, especially by Binzi's terrifying physique and Qin Yuan's calm yet imposing aura. Their arrogant demeanor faltered.

The middle-aged man with the briefcase instinctively took a step back.

Qin Yuan's gaze swept over his younger brother Qin Ming's swollen cheeks, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, but his face remained expressionless.

He walked straight to the center of the courtyard and casually tossed the heavy black faux leather travel bag he was carrying onto the ground.

pat!

The bag landed with a dull thud. The zipper seemed to be loose, and the edges of several thick, brand-new "Great Unity" banknotes were sticking out, dazzling everyone's eyes!

"Count them." Qin Yuan's voice was flat and emotionless as he tapped the bag on the ground with his chin. "One hundred thousand yuan, is that enough to pay for your goods?"

"One...one hundred thousand?!" The man in the floral shirt and the few people he brought with him almost popped their eyes out!
Although they knew this batch of leftover goods was worth some money, they never expected the other party to throw out 100,000 yuan in cash!
And he had just returned from the Soviet Union, looking travel-worn!
Where did this money come from?!
Suppressing his shock and greed, the man in the floral shirt swallowed hard, squatted down suspiciously, and shakily unzipped the travel bag.

It was stuffed full, filled with stacks of "big unity" bills tied with rubber bands!
A brand-new ten-yuan banknote exudes the unique smell of ink, and its visual impact is unparalleled!
The person in the floral shirt immediately began to frantically take inventory.

Fingers flew across the paper, stacks of banknotes were quickly counted.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, leaving only the rustling sound of banknotes turning and heavy breathing.

"It's one hundred thousand,"

After finishing the final count, the man in the floral shirt looked up, his face a mixture of shock and barely perceptible greed. "Mr. Qin... Mr. Qin, our goods, at a wholesale price of 28, are only worth a little over 98,000. What about the rest of the money?!"

He hasn't finished speaking yet!

Qin Yuan's eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce light, and without warning, he kicked out and slammed his leg into the chest of the man in the floral shirt!

"boom!"

The man in the floral shirt let out a miserable scream as he flew backward like a broken sack, crashing heavily into the courtyard wall. He clutched his chest, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath in pain, unable to utter a word!
"Consider it medical expenses for you and your men!" Qin Yuan's voice was icy.

"Damn it! You dare to lay a hand on me!"

Seeing this, the thugs brought by the man in the floral shirt got carried away and started cursing as they rushed forward.

"Um?!"

Binzi snorted coldly, and his nearly two-meter-tall body suddenly took a step forward!
He simply stretched out his large, fan-like hand, grabbed the collar of the henchman at the front like an iron clamp, and lifted him off the ground with one hand!
The henchman kicked his legs in terror, his face turning red, like a chicken with its neck being squeezed!

The other henchmen were instantly stunned by this inhuman power, their steps froze on the spot, their faces turned pale, and they dared not take another step forward.

Qin Yuan didn't even glance at the terrified henchmen. He walked step by step to the man in the floral shirt huddled against the wall, raised his foot, and stomped hard on his face with the mud-covered sole of his shoe.

"You said twenty days, so it's twenty days." Qin Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling sense of oppression. "Why can't you keep your promise?"

"What? How much did that fat guy over there pay you to steal my goods?"

Qin Yuan's gaze was fixed on the face of the middle-aged, fat man carrying a briefcase.

The fat man was so frightened that he took three or four steps back.

At the same time, Qin Yuan's pressure on his feet increased. The mud from his shoes splattered onto his greasy face in the floral shirt, a truly humiliating sight.

"Yes...yes...it was my fault...Mr. Qin...please spare me..."

The man in the floral shirt, his face being stepped on, struggled to breathe and pleaded in terror, "I...I was blinded by greed...I was just thinking of clearing out my stock...Boss Qin...we'll have plenty of opportunities to work together in the future..."

"Cooperation?" Qin Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile. "Cooperation my ass!"

In reality, compromises are often made in order to secure future supplies and earn more money.

But this is all just a game, why the hell do we have to compromise? Compromise my ass.

There are plenty of goods in the south; he's determined to get revenge.

He ignored the people on the ground, turned to look at the still-shaken Qin Ming, and his eyes softened: "Xiao Ming, come here."

Qin Ming looked at the imposing older brother in front of him, who seemed to have undergone a complete transformation. He felt a sense of unfamiliarity and awe, but he still walked over as instructed.

Qin Yuan pointed to the floral shirt lying on the ground, its owner groaning and covering his face: "How did he just hit you?"

"Call back."

Qin Ming looked at the fierce eyes of the man in the floral shirt and felt a little scared, hesitating to make a move.

Gangzi walked over, patted Qin Ming on the shoulder, suppressed his fiery temper, and said fiercely, "Xiao Ming, remember what Brother Gangzi said: you have to be even more ruthless than those who bullied you!"

"Make them remember the pain, so they won't dare to bully you again!"

Looking at Gangzi's encouraging eyes and then at his elder brother's calm yet unquestionable gaze, Qin Ming felt a surge of courage welling up from the bottom of his heart.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and with all his might, aimed at the greasy face in the floral shirt.

Snapped!
The crisp, loud sound of a slap rang out again!
This slap knocked away Qin Ming's cowardice and left the man in the floral shirt completely stunned. His face stung with pain, but he felt an even greater sense of disbelief and humiliation.

"Good!" Gangzi cheered.

Qin Yuan released his foot and said calmly, "Get lost!"

The man in the floral shirt quickly got up, covered his swollen face, picked up the money from the ground, and ran outside.

His underlings quickly followed.

Once they reached the door, the man in the floral shirt finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and said fiercely, "You, surnamed Qin, remember this."

"From now on, we will not sell you a single item of our factory's goods."

"Don't think you can get cocky just because you've made some money now. You're nothing but speculators and profiteers."

After saying that, he didn't dare to look at Qin Yuan again and immediately ran away.

"A reseller?" Qin Yuan withdrew his gaze and gave a cold smile.

Can resellers monopolize the K3 line?

He had many options, and this clothing agency was just one of his backup options!
He glanced around, looked at the thin, skinny man, walked up to him, and patted him on the shoulder: "You've had a tough time these past few days."

Ma Gan'er's eyes stung with tears, and the grievances she had suppressed for so long burst forth. With a sob in her voice, she said, "Brother Yuan, it's good that you're back."

"I know you will definitely be able to come back successfully."

Qin Ming, having recovered from his shock, looked at his older brother's tall, straight back and couldn't help but whisper, "Brother...brother, you really made that much money this time? Ten thousand yuan...you just threw it away without even blinking..."

Before Qin Yuan could speak, Gangzi interjected, "It's not just 100,000. We made a net profit of over 300,000 this time."

"Three...three hundred thousand?!"

Qin Ming gasped, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. He couldn't even count how many zeros were on his fingers!
He suddenly remembered the situation at home and said urgently, "Brother, hurry! Come home quickly! Everyone at home is frantic. They all think you borrowed 10,000 yuan at high interest rates, and Dad is borrowing money everywhere."

"Mom...Mom is even going to sell the jade ruyi that Grandma passed down, saying...saying she's afraid you'll owe loan sharks and won't be able to pay it back..."

Qin Yuan suddenly stopped in his tracks!
A soul in its thirties, having weathered the ups and downs of the business world, thought its heart was already as hard as iron.

Not to mention, he knew very well that he was just playing an urban fantasy game.

But upon hearing the words "Jade Ruyi," and hearing that the game character's mother, thinking she might be in debt to loan sharks, was willing to offer up her family heirloom, which she cherished as her life and would rather eat tree bark than sell, to save her...

A complex mix of emotions, both bittersweet and warm, still left his feelings fluctuating.

He took a deep breath of the crisp winter air of Yanjing, suppressing his surging emotions, his voice slightly hoarse:

"walk home!"

(End of this chapter)