My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 26 Only by Giving Up Can You Gain: Climbing the Ladder to Heaven

Cherry Alley, Qin Family Courtyard.

Zhang Guilan sat on the threshold of the main room, clutching the box wrapped in red cloth tightly in her hand, her eyes red and swollen as she stared at the courtyard gate.

Qin Jianguo paced anxiously in the courtyard, smoking pipe after pipe, leaving the ground covered in soot.

The courtyard gate creaked open.

Qin Yuan's tall figure appeared at the door, followed by Binzi, Gangzi, Magan'er, and Qin Ming, whose face was flushed with excitement.

"Dad, Mom! My brother's back!!" Qin Ming shouted, his face flushed.

Zhang Guilan suddenly stood up, her gaze fixed on Qin Yuan, and she almost dropped the box in her hand.

Qin Jianguo also stopped abruptly and looked nervously at his son.

Qin Yuan's gaze immediately fell on the familiar red cloth bag in his mother's hand, and his heart skipped a beat.

He strode into the yard, forcing a relaxed smile: "Dad, Mom, I'm back."

"It's good that you're back...it's good that you're back..." Zhang Guilan's voice choked with emotion as she looked her son up and down, as if afraid that he was missing a piece of her flesh.

Qin Yuan didn't explain much and simply placed the large and small bags he was carrying on the stone table in the courtyard.

He opened a bag, took out a heavy, well-made military binoculars with Russian markings, and handed it to Qin Ming: "Xiao Ming, this is for you. It's used by Soviet officers. It can see very far."

Then she took out a brightly colored, exquisitely crafted Russian nesting doll with seven or eight layers inside, and handed it to her younger sister Qin Fang, who had pigtails and ran out of the house upon hearing the noise: "Xiao Fang, this is for you, a Moscow doll."

Then, he took out two thick, soft, glossy black mink vests and handed them to his parents: "Dad, Mom, these are for you. They are made of Siberian mink, the warmest kind."

Finally, she took out a long box containing two excellent-quality old ginseng roots with intact roots: "And this one, an old ginseng from the Far East of Moscow, is a great tonic for vital energy."

Looking at the valuable and exotic gifts on the stone table, and then at Qin Yuan's calm and confident demeanor, so different from when he left home, Qin Jianguo and Zhang Guilan were completely stunned.

Their imagined son, returning in a sorry state, disheveled, and possibly even injured, did not appear.

Instead, Qin Yuan returned with a full load of goods, exuding an air of authority, seemingly having truly made a name for himself in the outside world!

Zhang Guilan's tears fell again, this time from joy.

She gripped her son's arm tightly, as if afraid he would disappear again.

Qin Jianguo held the warm, smooth mink vest in his hand, looked at Qin Yuan's calm eyes, his lips moved a few times, but in the end he just sighed.

What a relief!
Qin Yuan knew very well that his parents must have many questions. He smiled slightly, patted his mother's hand, and then looked at his father:
"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry to have worried you."

"This trip was unfilial of your son. However, everything was accomplished and the money was earned."

"From now on, our family's life will only get better and better."

His tone was calm, yet carried a convincing certainty.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Guilan hurriedly asked, "Son, did you really go to the Soviet Union? Where did that ten thousand yuan come from?"

Qin Yuan pointed to Binzi and the others behind him and said with a smile, "It was all raised by everyone. I partnered with others and did business honestly. I didn't borrow money from loan sharks."

Hearing this, Qin's parents were finally relieved.

The two elders looked at Qin Yuan, their eyes filled with a sense of relief at having survived a calamity.

Son, you've finally grown up!

"Guilan, hurry up and cook for the children. I'll go buy some meat."

Qin Jianguo looked at Binzi and the others who were still standing behind Qin Yuan, smiled, greeted them, and immediately went out onto the street.

The commotion they caused quickly attracted the attention of the other two families in the courtyard.

Seeing that it was Qin Yuan who had returned, and that he was carrying large bags and small packages, she was filled with surprise.

Is this still the same carefree, idle son of the Qin family?

It's like he's become a completely different person.

After having a full lunch, Qin Yuan said goodbye to his parents and told them he was going to Binzi's house.

Qin Ming insisted on going along, having gone through a series of events.

He had long regarded his elder brother as a hero and had become somewhat dependent on him.

Qin Yuan offered a few words of comfort, gave him a ten-yuan note, and sent him on his way.

We arrived at Binzi's house.

Qin Yuan first took out the remaining money, then scanned it one by one, finally stopping at Ma Gan'er and saying:

"We made a total of 328,000 yuan from this trip to the Soviet Union to resell goods."

"I gave Hexin Garment Factory 100,000 yuan and got more than 3,500 pieces of leftover stock." "I also gave another 100,000 yuan to Old Zhang, asking him to go to Khalobavsk to get a batch of invitation letters. He hasn't come back yet."

"There are still eight thousand left. We bought some goods from Moscow. Everyone can pick them out and send them home to their families so they can have some fun. Of course, you can also sell them yourselves."

Qin Yuan spoke logically and clearly, finally fixing his gaze on the money on the table:
"Therefore, the 120,000 in front of us is money that can be divided up."

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere became somewhat tense.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

The thought of how their initial investment had yielded returns dozens of times over was enough to excite anyone.

What's more, there's another big deal coming up.

Gangzi, being impatient, quickly asked, "Brother Yuan, how much money will I get?"

"Based on your investment of 500 yuan, you will receive 6,000 yuan."

"What about me? What about me?" Prickly asked, pointing to himself, "Brother Yuan, how much will I get?"

"You will get 9600."

Qin Yuan continued, "Binzi invested 1,200 yuan and will receive 14400 yuan. Uncle Zhang invested 2,000 yuan and will receive 24000 yuan."

"Another 10% belongs to Mr. Fong from Hong Kong Island, who also invested HK$1,000."

Upon hearing these numbers, Gangzi regretted not having stolen all the money from his home.

Ma Gan'er, on the other hand, was startled when he heard the number 9,600.

So, I've become a millionaire?
As for the fact that Qin Yuan and Old Zhang got so much money, he felt no jealousy at all.

He knew his place. For the past twenty days, he had been in Yanjing, and apart from looking at all the jeans in the room, he hadn't done anything else.

Being able to exchange 800 yuan for 9,600 yuan is already an incredible stroke of luck.

But Qin Yuan's next words startled him.

"Don't think it's too little, this is just the first dividend!"

Looking at their expressions, Qin Yuan smiled calmly and said, "Once all the jeans in this house are shipped to Moscow, another large sum of money will come in. At that time, you won't just be people with ten thousand yuan, but people with one hundred thousand yuan, or even one million yuan."

"In addition, Uncle Zhang brought back the invitation letters, and we can obtain a sum of money by selling them."

What a surprise! A huge surprise!

Upon hearing these words, Ma Gan'er felt as if his body was floating on air.

Ten thousand yuan household, one hundred thousand yuan household, one million yuan household?

He swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "Brother Yuan, the idea of ​​going to Moscow was yours, and you also found the bulk of the money. 9600 is enough for me, I don't need that much."

Binzi nodded: "That's what I think too."

Gangzi opened his mouth as if to say something, but gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Yuan, you deserve the most credit for this trip to the Soviet Union. As long as we follow you, we're not afraid of not making money. You should take the lion's share."

Qin Yuan shook his head: "Even close brothers should keep clear accounts. Why do so many good friends and brothers fall out when they do business together? It all comes down to this issue of profit."

"You think this little bit of money is nothing now, that you can earn more in the future."

"But what if I told you that the business of this K3 line is worth more than a million, more than ten million?"

"You don't mean you're willing to accept a few thousand or tens of thousands of dollars without any objection?"

More than a million, more than ten million?
These words startled not only Magan'er, but also Binzi and Gangzi.

Could it be a deal worth over 100 million?

This number is so far, so far away from them; they don't even dare to dream about it.

The three listened as Qin Yuan continued, "I plan to establish an import and export company. The shares of the company will be based on our previous investments, with me personally holding 55%."

"The goods in this room will be our company's first batch of goods."

You have to give in order to gain!
Qin Yuan remained calm and composed as he looked at the three people in front of him.

This import and export company was nothing to him.

It's just a stepping stone.

To win this game, it's impossible to succeed with just one import/export company.

Even making it into the top ten is difficult.

Therefore, he is willing to give up the company's profits and all the connections he can currently access in exchange for greater leverage!
(End of this chapter)