My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 29: From Dongzhimen to Xizhimen

Qin Yuan leaned forward, his eyes flashing with sharpness, and directly announced a number that made Fang Minghai's eyelids twitch:

"Ten thousand leather jackets!"

"Ten thousand pairs of American-style distressed washed denim jeans!"

"A total of 20,000 pieces!"

"Hiss—" Even with Fang Minghai's strong mental fortitude, he couldn't help but gasp!
Twenty thousand pieces? Not two hundred or two thousand, but a full twenty thousand!

This is already several months' worth of output for a medium-sized garment factory!
The required start-up capital, raw material procurement, production cycle, warehousing and logistics... each one is a huge challenge!

And this is just the clothing!

This does not include transportation costs and the enormous human and material resources required for customs clearance!
"Mr. Qin," Fang Minghai's voice was tinged with seriousness, "this amount... it's not that I'm underestimating you, it's just too much! Can you handle it?"

"The investment for this batch of goods alone could amount to hundreds of thousands!"

"Not to mention the sales pressure after the goods arrived in the Soviet Union! Having 20,000 units stuck in our hands would lead to a broken cash flow, which would be fatal!"

Faced with Fang Minghai's extremely realistic questioning, Qin Yuan showed no hesitation or retreat.

Qin Yuan was no longer in a hurry. He slowly took a sip of coffee and said calmly, "Mr. Fang, please rest assured."

"As for funding, I've already set aside enough working capital. Regarding sales channels..."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of composure as if he were in complete control:
“I have established a fast and efficient sales network in Moscow.”

"The core is on the university campus, managed by a reliable team of international students who are familiar with the environment, speak Russian, and are full of enthusiasm."

"In addition, in the three days before leaving the Soviet Union, we had already negotiated with distributors in seven major markets and received advance payments of more than 20,000 yuan!"

"Moreover, this is just the result of a week in Moscow! These 20,000 items are not inventory, but orders!"

Upon hearing this, Binzi's eyes flashed. The campus team was real, but where did the distributors in the seven markets come from?

He knew that Qin Yuan was starting to lie again.

But Fang Mingyuan took it seriously.

His eyes were full of surprise.

Seven days! Just seven days!
In the Soviet Union, where people and people were unfamiliar with the land, the language was not spoken, and the situation was chaotic, they actually managed to open the doors of seven markets and even received a huge advance payment equivalent to several hundred times the annual salary of an average person at the time!
What kind of pioneering spirit is this? What kind of business acumen and execution prowess?!
He thought carefully about the benefits he could gain from this collaboration, as well as the risks he would bear.

The benefits included a brand that could potentially gain fame in the Soviet Union, as well as a promising domestic market.

The only risk is the initial outsourcing costs.

Qin Yuan will also bear half of this cost.

In other words, compared to the substantial future returns, this risk is negligible.

Without further hesitation, Fang Minghai leaned forward abruptly, looked directly at Qin Yuan, and said decisively, "Twenty thousand pieces! Ten thousand leather jackets! Ten thousand jeans!"

"The American style and distressed finish that meet your requirements are all fine."

"But you...don't let me down."

Unfazed by the threat, Qin Yuanyi stretched out his hand with an air of magnanimity: "Mr. Fang, you are only giving up a small portion of your wealth, while I am giving you everything I have."

"I'm more afraid of failure than you are!"

"Therefore, this cooperation can only succeed."

"Hahaha," Fang Minghai laughed again, then reached out and shook hands with her: "Good, I'm relieved to hear you say that."

"I've agreed to the clothing brand company you mentioned." "Have you decided on a brand name yet?"

How about the name 'Jeanswest'?

"Jeanswest Levi's." Fang Minghai paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, let's call it that."

"I'll personally fly to Guangzhou in the next few days and mobilize all resources to ensure that this batch of goods is delivered to you in the shortest possible time, with guaranteed quality and quantity!"

Fang Minghai released his grip, a genuine smile spreading across his face. He even stood up and personally refilled Qin Yuan's coffee cup. "Now, let's discuss the details of this shipment."

The revolving doors of the Yanjing Hotel silently swam in and out of well-dressed crowds.

Qin Yuan and Binzi stepped out, returning to the crisp, early winter air.

Binzi held his breath the whole way until he walked out of the hotel courtyard and was far away from the oppressive feeling of the magnificent gold and jade. Only then did he exhale a long breath of white air, his expression a mixture of excitement and great unease.

"Brother Yuan!" Binzi lowered his voice, his brows furrowing, "Twenty...twenty thousand pieces! That's fucking terrifying!"

"When did we open up seven markets in Moscow? Where did those seven distributors come from?"

"And what about that 20,000 yuan advance payment? How come I didn't know anything about it?"

He recalled how Qin Yuan had spoken so confidently in front of Fang Minghai, and then thought about the short but chaotic week in Moscow. Although he trusted Qin Yuan unconditionally, he still couldn't help but feel uneasy.

He worriedly said, "With just a few college students from Jianhua University, at best they can only cause a little trouble in that university town area..."

"But now that tens of thousands of items have been sent over, can they sell them? If they can't sell them and they're stuck with them, that would be..."

"Smashed it?" Qin Yuan stopped and looked at Binzi's worried face. He shook his head and smiled. "Binzi, who said our sales channels are only Jianhua and a few other students, and that small stall in the Cheka market?"

Binzi was taken aback: "Then who else?"

When he and Gangzi returned from the Cheka market that day, they didn't hear Qin Yuan's full plan for building the sales channel network.

Qin Yuan did not answer his question, but instead cast his gaze toward the bustling street in the distance, and said calmly:

"Do you remember those wolf-like eyes in the Cheka market?"

"Do you still remember those small-time resellers who surrounded you, asking if you had any stock left?"

Binzi followed Qin Yuan's gaze and immediately understood: "Brother Yuan, you mean you want to wholesale them to them to resell?"

Qin Yuan turned to look at Binzi: "It's not just them. Believe it or not, as long as we spread the word, there will be plenty of people willing to push carts and carry big bags to buy our goods!"

"For them, being able to get 'well-connected' goods directly from us is a chance to get rich quick!"

"We can just sit at home and steadily collect the money!"

"The line of 'three-way' and 'four-way' middlemen willing to help us sell our goods and run this route can stretch from Dongzhimen to Xizhimen!"

He patted Binzi on the shoulder, his eyes sharp as knives, "These people are the real reason we can take on 20,000 pieces of goods!"

Binzi listened to Qin Yuan's words, his mind buzzing, the huge impact making it difficult for him to process.

This is no small matter, nor is it a casual trip; this is about becoming the behind-the-scenes boss!

“Then…then this news…” Binzi was still a little hesitant.

"Go find Gangzi and Magan'er!"

Qin Yuan decisively said, "The usual place, 'Old Liu's Lamb Spine Hot Pot,' tell them to come over right now!"

"Let's talk while we eat!"

(End of this chapter)