My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 37 Moscow, I'm definitely going!

The train arrived at Tianjin Station in the evening.

As expected, Wu Weiguo kept his word. As soon as he got out of the car, he offered to help Qin Yuan carry the heavy snakeskin bag: "Brother Qin, let me do it! Your hands are not in good condition!"

Qin Yuan didn't refuse, and the two followed the flow of people out of the station.

The autumn nights in Tianjin, damp with the scent of the Haihe River, felt even colder and more gloomy than those in Yanjing.

Wu Weiguo led Qin Yuan through several old streets, and soon they arrived at the "Red Star Fur Factory" located on the edge of the old town.

The factory was quite large, with high walls and a large compound, and a sign hanging at the entrance.

Wu Weiguo stepped forward and spoke a few words in Tianjin dialect to the gatekeeper, then pointed to Qin Yuan. Soon the gatekeeper let him through and even enthusiastically pointed in the direction of the factory director's office.

"Brother Qin, this way!"

Wu Weiguo carried the bag and walked through the factory area with ease, just as he had said, he was indeed very familiar with the place.

The door to the factory manager's office was ajar.

Wu Weiguo knocked on the door, and a slightly hoarse voice came from inside: "Come in."

Pushing open the door, I saw an elderly man in a blue Zhongshan suit, with gray hair, a lean face, but sharp eyes, sitting behind his desk reading documents.

Seeing Wu Weiguo and Qin Yuan enter, he looked up, his gaze lingering on Qin Yuan for a moment before landing on Wu Weiguo, a smile appearing on his face: "Little Wu? What brings you here? And who is this?"

"Good morning, Director Zhao!" Wu Weiguo quickly put down the bag, greeted him respectfully, and then introduced, "This is Mr. Qin Yuan, who came from Yanjing. He said he wants to discuss a business deal with our factory."

"Oh! Mr. Qin! Please have a seat!"

Factory Director Zhao Guanglin immediately stood up, smiled, and walked around the table to greet Qin Yuan, shaking his hand proactively. "Brother Zhang, you called me this morning! You said one of your nephews is coming to discuss a big business deal with me. I apologize for the delay!"

As he gestured for Qin Yuan to sit down, he said to Wu Weiguo, "Xiao Wu, you sit down too! Go and pour two cups of tea!"

The way he greeted her was exactly the same as how he would treat his own family.

Wu Weiguo didn't stand on ceremony, responded, and quickly went to pour water.

Qin Yuan was curious about this scene and asked, "Director Zhao, is Wei Guo from our factory?"

Zhao Guanglin shook his head and laughed, "No, but his parents are both factory workers. This child grew up in this factory. In my eyes, he is like my grandson."

"Let's not talk about him anymore, Mr. Qin. What business do you want to discuss with me?"

Qin Yuan sat down, nodded, and got straight to the point: "Uncle Zhang should have mentioned to you that I'm in the foreign trade business."

"Therefore, the purpose of this visit is to discuss a long-term, large-scale order for sheepskin coats with your factory."

Zhao Guanglin's eyes lit up, but as a seasoned veteran, he remained calm: "Boss Qin is young and promising! Old Zhang praised you to the skies on the phone! Tell me, how much is the quantity? What are the requirements?"

Qin Yuan didn't answer immediately, but instead opened the snakeskin bag at his feet: "Director Zhao, if it's convenient, would you like to take a look at the samples first?"

"Of course!" Zhao Guanglin nodded.

Qin Yuan untied the hemp rope, opened the bag, and took out several neatly folded, glossy, and sturdy sheepskin coats, carefully spreading them out on the open floor of the office.

This is one of the best-selling and fastest-selling sheepskin coats in Moscow.

Zhao Guanglin stepped forward, picked up a piece, and skillfully examined the leather, stitching, lining, and zipper. He also felt the thickness and softness, a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

The materials and workmanship of these coats are indeed top-quality products from his factory.

"Hmm, not bad." Zhao Guanglin put down his coat and looked at Qin Yuan. "Boss Qin, these are all our factory's old models, the quality is excellent."

How many do you want? What's the price?

Qin Yuan leaned forward slightly, looking directly at Zhao Guanglin: "Director Zhao, to be honest, this batch of goods is destined for the Soviet Union."

"The market over there has high requirements for quality, but the prices are also affordable."

"For the first batch, I want this number." Qin Yuan gestured. "The style should be this classic, but all coats must have thick linings to ensure they stay warm even in temperatures as low as minus thirty or forty degrees Celsius!"

"Replace all the hardware, such as buttons and zippers, with the most fashionable styles right now!"

"As for the price," Qin Yuan said calmly, yet with an undeniable authority, "it's 50% higher than the price you gave Uncle Zhang last time as a favor."

Previously, the price was a favor, around ninety yuan per piece.

It's 50% more expensive, and the price is around 140 yuan.

This price is indeed profitable, but it still falls short of his expectations.

“Boss Qin, this price…” Zhao Guanglin looked troubled. “Last time I gave it to Brother Zhang, that was a special case, a personal favor.”

"Although the quantity you requested is large, at this price, our factory doesn't even cover the cost..."

Qin Yuan interrupted him, his tone still calm: "Director Zhao, you know more about cost accounting than I do." "The price of sheepskin and wool, labor, losses... we both know the figures in our minds."

"At this price, you will definitely make a profit; it's just a matter of how much."

He changed the subject, his gaze sharpening: "But I can guarantee two things: First, this is a long-term order, and as long as the quality remains stable, the subsequent orders will only increase!"

"Secondly, payment will be made in cash! Payment will be made immediately upon receipt and acceptance of the goods!"

"We will never delay payment!"

"Cash settlement?!" Zhao Guanglin's eyes lit up!
In an era rife with triangular debt and where even state-owned factories were frequently owed money, cash settlement was practically a golden ticket!

This means that funds are quickly recovered, with no risk of bad debts!

The hesitation on his face lessened considerably in an instant, but he still habitually tried to bargain: "Boss Qin is so generous! But this price... could you raise it a little? Even just half a percent would be fine? Our factory has hundreds of workers who need to eat..."

Qin Yuan picked up the hot tea that Wu Weiguo had just poured, blew on it gently, and did not answer immediately.

For a moment, only his tea-brewing and Zhao Guanglin's slightly tense breathing filled the office.

A few seconds later, Qin Yuan put down his teacup and slowly said, "Director Zhao, the price will be as I said. However..."

He glanced at Wu Weiguo, who was standing beside him, dumbfounded, and said to Zhao Guanglin, "This brother Wu Weiguo is from your Red Star Factory and is also a friend I met on the road. From now on, I plan to entrust him with the errands of connecting us in Yanjing with your factory, such as inspection and escort."

"What do you think?"

Zhao Guanglin was stunned for a moment, then realized that Qin Yuan was giving him a way out, and also making arrangements for his own people.

He glanced at Wu Weiguo, a stocky man with bright eyes, and nodded: "No problem! I know Wu. He grew up near the factory and is reliable!"

"If he needs anything in the future, he can just come to me directly!"

Wu Weiguo was completely dumbfounded!
He didn't expect Qin Yuan to suddenly mention him, and he certainly didn't expect Qin Yuan to assign him a job that sounded very important with just a few words!

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say. He could only look at Qin Yuan with gratitude and excitement.

Qin Yuan then looked at Zhao Guanglin and smiled slightly: "Alright, let's set the price as we just agreed."

"We'll discuss the contract details tomorrow. I want to see the first batch of goods within two weeks."

"No problem! Don't worry, Mr. Qin! We guarantee on-time and high-quality delivery!"

Zhao Guanglin was completely relieved, and a genuine smile appeared on his face.

Although the price didn't reach the highest expected amount, the long-term, large-amount, cash settlement, and the arrangement of a local contact person made it a worthwhile deal!
As Wu Weiguo walked back to the factory gate after leaving the factory director's office, he was still deeply shocked.

Looking at the Beijing guy next to him, who was only a few years older than him but had casually finalized an astronomical deal, he felt like he was dreaming.

“Brother Qin…” Wu Weiguo’s voice was a little dry, “You…you’ve got a huge business! How many coats are those? If you ship them to Russia, you’ll make a fortune, right?”

Qin Yuan continued walking, his gaze fixed on the street under the dim streetlights ahead, his tone flat: "Want to get rich?"

Wu Weiguo nodded vigorously, his eyes burning with desire: "I want to! I dream about it!"

Qin Yuan stopped and took out a brand-new, exquisitely printed invitation from his pocket, handing it over casually.

Wu Weiguo caught it instinctively, and when he looked down, he was instantly struck dumb!

Invitation!

That "sky-high price ticket" worth 1800 yuan made him hesitate!
"Brother Qin! This...this is too valuable! I..." He was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently.

"Take it." Qin Yuan's voice remained calm. "When you get to Moscow, if you really want to do this kind of work, take some capital and go to the Cheka market."

He paused, his gaze falling on Wu Weiguo's shocked face, and uttered a name: "Find a Russian named 'Ivan'."

“Just say that it was ‘Qin’ from Yanjing who sent you.”

"Once you return from Moscow, I'll entrust the task of coordinating the delivery with the Red Star Factory to you."

After saying that, Qin Yuan said no more, turned around and strode towards the dimly lit streets of Tianjin, his figure quickly disappearing into the night.

Wu Weiguo stood there, clutching the invitation card that still smelled of ink tightly in his hand, his heart pounding wildly.

Cheka market? Ivan?
Back from Moscow...

He suddenly looked up in the direction where Qin Yuan had disappeared.

Moscow, he's definitely going!

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