My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 31 builds suspense, then explodes in an instant.

As night fell, the city of Yanjing was lit up with lights.

Binzi, Gangzi, and Magan, carrying the task given to them by Qin Yuan, disappeared quickly into the shadows of the alley and the hustle and bustle of the streets, like three pebbles thrown into a calm pond.

Gangzi didn't go home; he rode his bike directly to the old coal mine in the west of the city.

That was the territory of his old workplace. Although he had been laid off from the steel plant, he still had connections with the company.

In the steamy rest hall of the bathhouse, he woke up several old workers who were dozing off wrapped in towels one by one.

"Hey, Gangzi? You've struck it rich? Your face is beaming!" Old Wang, a fellow worker, teased, yawning.

Gangzi is a rough-looking man with a slippery heart.

He didn't respond, but lowered his voice mysteriously: "Old Wang, have you heard? Just a couple of days ago!"

"What did you hear?" Old Wang and the others next to him immediately woke up from their drowsiness.

"Someone ruthless!" Gangzi's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like it had a hook. "He went to Russian territory and bought a few bags of jeans and leather jackets. Guess what?"

Old Wang was surprised: "Going to the Russians? It's fine to resell goods in China, but going to the Soviet Union is too dangerous. If you're not careful, you could get robbed by highwaymen."

Another coworker was equally dismissive: "Being a middleman means taking risks. What can you do? Lose everything? Or make a few hundred bucks?"

Gangzi shook his head, held up his fingers, and made a "three" gesture, then a "ten" gesture.

"Three hundred? Three thousand?" Old Wang found this interesting.

"Bullshit!" Gangzi slapped his thigh, spitting as he spoke. "Thirty, add a 'ten thousand' to it. Three hundred thousand, RMB, and that's twenty days!"

"What the hell?!"

The lounge fell silent for a few seconds, with only the hissing of steam from the boiler room remaining.

Old Wang nearly dropped his cigarette, then sat bolt upright, not even noticing the towel slipping from his hand: "Are you kidding me? Twenty days? Three hundred thousand? You couldn't even rob a bank that fast!"

"Absolutely true!" Gangzi exclaimed, spitting as he put on a great performance: "It's all the rage in the underworld! Just by riding that train, clanging and clanging back, you can make hundreds of thousands! That market is like picking up money off the ground!"

"My God..."

The other workers nearby stared wide-eyed, their comfort in the bathtub vanished, replaced by a racing heart and an indescribable restlessness.

Binzi infiltrated the "old-timers'" stronghold in Dongzhimen.

A group of young people dressed in military green pants and loafers were playing cards together.

He squeezed in; his height of nearly two meters made him impossible to ignore.

Binzi offered a round of cigarettes, and after saying only a few words, he threw out the keywords "300,000, Moscow, 20 days".

"Really? Brother Bin, is there really such a good thing?"

"Damn! If this is really possible, include me!" Someone's eyes immediately turned red, and the cards in their hand no longer seemed so appealing.

"What a load of rubbish! He's a high-ranking official, he's got connections! How could an ordinary person possibly get close to him?"

Binzi poured cold water on the situation at the right moment, creating an air of mystery, "Just hearing about it is enough, don't go asking around! You won't find out anything anyway, they're like a dragon whose head is seen but not its tail!"

The more they said that, the more itching the group of young people became, exchanging glances and secretly plotting their next move.

The way Ma Gan'er walked was more down-to-earth.

He slipped into the courtyards of the southern part of the city, where idlers gathered—the chess and card stalls, breakfast shops, and repair shops—and casually chatted with acquaintances.

"Hey, have you heard? There's a master recently..."

"I know, it's just a matter of 300,000!"

Ma Gan'er was taken aback; he hadn't even spoken yet!
The other person got even more excited: "Hey! It's all over the place."

"The Russians are a gold mine right now, money is everywhere and nobody's picking it up, you just have to be bold and have connections!"

The skinny guy was dumbfounded. How long had it been?

The news spread like a plague, aided by countless "Old Wangs," "youngsters," and "acquaintances," and proliferated wildly within the intricate network of relationships in Yanjing City.

There was no need for the three of them to do anything more; the enormous number itself possessed unparalleled magic.

"Twenty days," "three hundred thousand," "Moscow speculators"... these words combined are like a virus, devouring people's hearts.

Those idle Buddhist monks, brokers who smuggle permits, and street thugs obsessed with getting rich...

Even ordinary people who usually run stable small businesses but harbor dreams of making a fortune were instantly ignited.

Greed is like weeds, growing wildly.

Among these people, there were some "players" mixed in.

When they matched the ID on the wealth ranking list that was rapidly rising, everything became clear instantly.

No wonder, no wonder, "Master Jing's" ranking has risen so much!
With just 10,000 yuan, he earned more than 300,000 yuan.

This is incredible! With a profit of 32 times, it would be a miracle if the system didn't classify it as an S-level track.

But how did this news get out?
Could it be that some bigwig from the top ten of the rankings got involved and uncovered "Master Jing's" true identity?

Otherwise, why would this news be circulating throughout the entire city of Yanjing?

The player couldn't understand it, so he directly tagged Qin Yuan in the chat group.

[Tianjin Martial God]: Shocking news! I just heard from a friend in Beijing that someone took the K3 train and brought back more than thirty in less than a month!!
[User 9527]: ? ? ? Thirty what? Thirty yuan?
[Jinmen Martial God]: Damn! It's 300,000. @I'm Jingye, bro, is this you? I can't think of anyone else but you.

[Haidian Xiaodao]: I can confirm that this news has indeed gone viral in our Yanjing city. The first thing I thought of when I heard this news was 'Master Jing' in the group.

[Shanghai Young Master]: @Haidian Xiaodao, is the source reliable? How exactly was it done?

[Jinmen Wushen]: Reliable! Absolutely reliable! It's said to be jeans and leather jackets that are going crazy for the Russians. Jingye used an initial investment of 10,000 yuan and leveraged it to generate more than 30 times the profit!

【Grassland Eagle】: K3? We have railcars there! If it's really that profitable...

[Northeast Tiger Bro]: Holy crap, finally someone exposed Jingye! Over thirty times the profit! I just wish winter would come quickly so I can go make money and become an international middleman!

[Sichuan-Chongqing Hot Girl]: @Everyone, I need Jingye's contact information! I'll take one of you with me! I'll go through fire and water for you!
【Changzhou Tyrannosaurus Rex】: @I am Jingye @I am Jingye @I am Jingye, a true master! Please take me with you! I'm begging you!
……

The information spread at an astonishing speed, and the name "Jing Ye" was mentioned by countless people, shrouded in a huge aura of mystery.

The details about "Moscow being a land of gold" and "the myth of getting rich overnight" became more and more fantastical and tempting as they were told.

This is especially true for these players.

They had more courage than wealth to venture into Moscow.

After all, "dying" is just the end of the game; at worst, you can just create a new account and start over.

Compared to a way to quickly accumulate initial capital, these players are willing to take any risks.

Qin Yuan sat in his chair, coldly watching the words on the screen that were filled with longing, doubt, madness, and even flattery.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly replied:
[I am Master Jing]: "I have ways to make money. But whether you have the fate to do so depends on yourselves."

"Starting from Yanjing, the starting station, three to five thousand yuan is enough. Just bring some goods and try running a K3 train yourself."

"You can sell your goods on the train along the way, or you can go directly to Moscow and check out the largest market there."

"To be able to sell the goods completely intact, and bring back the money alive without losing a single penny..."

He paused, then, under the watchful eyes of countless expectant people, typed the decisive second half of the sentence:
【I am Master Jing】: "Return to Beijing in a month, and I will give you a chance to make a fortune."

"We only recognize those who return safely."

The chat box exploded the moment that message was sent!

(End of this chapter)