My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 49 My heart is boiling. Is money really this easy to make?
Seeing the genuine ecstasy and certainty in Ivan's eyes, Qin Yuan's smile deepened.

This kvass business can be a success!

He said, half-jokingly yet with a hint of solemn promise, "Okay! If that day ever comes,"

He pointed to the empty bottles in their hands, "I'll buy you both your kvass! Drink as much as you want!"

These words were like honey with magical power, instantly melting the hearts of Ivan and Vasily.

It's warmer than giving them a stack of rubles.

"Qin! Good brother!" Ivan slapped Qin Yuan's shoulder hard, the force showing his excitement. "That's a true friend!"

Vasily grinned憨厚ly, his eyes filled with trust and affection.

At this moment, in their hearts, Qin Yuan had been upgraded from a "shrewd Chinese business partner" to a trustworthy "one of their own".

Taking advantage of the moment, Qin Yuan pulled over Wu Weiguo, who had been standing quietly to the side.

"Come here, Uncle Ivan, Vasily, this is Brother Wu Weiguo, one of our own. He brought a lot of fine sheepskin coats this time and wants to set up a stall in this market to make a living."

Qin Yuan's introduction was simple and direct, clearly stating the relationship.

Wu Weiguo was surprised that Qin Yuan would still remember his needs as an "outsider" while discussing the important matter of kvass, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He was deeply shocked to see the two burly Russian men, who clearly wielded considerable influence in the local market, treating Qin Yuan with utmost respect and brotherly affection.

The appearance of kvass, a seemingly insignificant beverage, allowed him to glimpse a deeper scheme within Qin Yuan's vast business empire.

This is definitely not just a simple middleman!

Clothing, beverages, and possibly even food... a complete product category penetration!
No wonder he's been soaring on the wealth list like a rocket!

Wu Weiguo looked at Qin Yuan's back with an extremely complicated expression.

He has encountered many players, among all the players he has ever met.

Qin Yuan has the most thorough understanding of business calculations and the deepest understanding of the world.

Moreover... he had a vague feeling that Qin Yuan wasn't just "playing a game," but was truly treating himself as "Qin Yuan," experiencing, fighting, and building a real life!

This level of dedication even made him, a "player" who was also fully immersed in the game, feel a sense of awe and inferiority.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Ivan turned his gaze to Wu Weiguo and sized him up.

Wu Weiguo's capable demeanor and humble yet confident attitude made him nod.

Of course, the most important thing is Qin Yuan's phrase "our own people," which carries immense weight.

His gaze towards Wu Weiguo then held a hint of acceptance after scrutiny: "Sure! A friend of a friend!"

He gripped Wu Weiguo's hand tightly with his rough, large hand and shook it twice.

Vasily was more direct, his gaze quickly scanning the crowded market before suddenly pointing to a stall in a slightly off-the-edge location but of decent size: "Hey, that spot, that kid tried to stay there without paying his management fees? Ivan, didn't I tell you to get rid of him a couple of days ago?"

Ivan followed Vasily's finger, frowned, and nodded.

Without saying a word, he strode over.

There was indeed a local man standing in front of the stall, wearing an old cotton-padded coat and looking somewhat timid.

Ivan then growled a few words in Russian, his tone firm and unquestionable, carrying the oppressive air characteristic of a market manager.

The man's face turned deathly pale. He hurriedly tried to explain himself while frantically packing up the few remaining old items he had. His movements were chaotic, and he just wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

The whole process was incredibly fast, almost brutal.

In just a minute or two, the unfortunate vendor had completely disappeared into a corner of the market.

"Alright!" Ivan walked back and clapped his hands. The fierce look on his face instantly turned into a friendly smile for Qin Yuan and the others, as if the little conflict had never happened.

“Brother Wu, your territory is all cleared out!” He pointed to the empty stall.

Qin Yuan simply nodded indifferently, while Binzi and Gangzi were secretly astonished.

The way the Russians manage this territory is truly simple and brutal, their methods are so straightforward they're astonishing.

Vasily enthusiastically pushed over a thick wooden plank for Wu Weiguo, though it was still usable and had some paint chips: "Here, use it as a work surface!"

Suppressing his shock, Wu Weiguo quickly thanked them, "Thank you! Thank you so much!" Qin Yuan patted him on the shoulder as well, "Weiguo, the crowds here are complicated. Just follow what I taught you before: keep the prices stable and protect your goods. Call us if you need anything; we're right next door."

"Don't worry, Brother Qin!" Wu Weiguo nodded vigorously. With this temporary stall and the tacit approval of Ivan and Vasily, he felt much more at ease and immediately set up his sheepskin coat stall.

Looking at this small battlefield that belonged to him and had been hard-won, his admiration for Qin Yuan's methods deepened.

After settling Wu Weiguo in, Qin Yuan's team's booth had already been quickly set up by the efficient Gangzi and Binzi.

A large sign, prepared beforehand and written in both Chinese and Russian, was erected, with neat and eye-catching lettering:

Apple brand jeans (last batch)! European style sheepskin coat! Quality guaranteed! Returns and exchanges accepted!

In a Cheka market where counterfeit and substandard products are almost commonplace, the words "Quality Guaranteed! Returns and Exchanges Available!" are truly astounding!

"Come on over! New arrivals! Authentic Apple brand jeans, original American style! The latest washed blue, wide flare!"

Gangzi stood in front of the stall and shouted at the top of his lungs, completely ignoring the various stares from those around him. His skin looked particularly thick in the cold wind.

Binzi wasn't to be outdone, pointing to the spread-out fine sheepskin coat: "Genuine European goods! Exported and then sold domestically! High-quality materials, warm and durable! Stylish design, you'll look great wearing it out!"

These two had long since honed their resilience and sharp tongues through the trials of the market, and their shouts were full of confidence and had a powerful impact.

In the chaotic Cheka market, reputation is like gold sifted from sand.

Although Qin Yuan's stall's "high quality, high price" strategy wasn't affordable for everyone, those who gritted their teeth and bought the pants all praised the crispness of the trousers and the richness of the sheepskin.

Word spread quickly, and with the resurgence of "Made in China" products on university campuses, Qin Yuan's stall has quietly gained a place in the minds of some quality-conscious customers.

Once the sign is put up and people start shouting, the attraction is like a magnet.

"Apple brand jeans? How much? Do you have size 52?"

"A sheepskin coat! The European style, I want! How much?"

Inquiries about prices rose and fell in waves.

When Qin Yuan announced the price of the jeans—twenty rubles lower than last time, while the price of the sheepskin coat had risen to five hundred rubles due to the colder weather and its superior quality—the eyes of the onlookers in Moscow lit up!

Worth it! Absolutely worth it!
Apple brand jeans: good quality, great style, and the price has even dropped!

Although the sheepskin coat is a bit pricey, its thick, warm wool, exquisite workmanship, and the prestige of being "exported to Europe" make it particularly alluring in the cold of Moscow.

Most importantly, they promise a "money-back guarantee if damaged"!
This is a unique and reassuring guarantee in the Cheka market!

"I want these jeans!"

"This sheepskin coat is mine!"

Excited voices rang out, instantly igniting the passion to buy.

Customers pulled out their colorful rubles one after another, afraid that if they were too slow, they would miss out on the good deals.

At the stall, Gangzi and Magan were so busy they barely had time to breathe, collecting money, giving change, and handing out goods.

Binzi was responsible for maintaining order and preventing looting.

On the other side, Wu Weiguo watched as customers quickly gathered around his stall, and following Qin Yuan's example, he laid out the dozens of sheepskin coats and a few jeans he had brought.

I tried my best to quote a price using the few Russian words I had recently learned.

Watching the Moscow residents readily hand over their money, rubles falling like snowflakes into the simple cloth bag in his hand, his heart pounded faster and faster.

An unprecedented excitement and disbelief filled my heart.

Making money... can be this easy?!

His rough fingers twirled the rubles, still smelling of ink, feeling their heavy, real weight.

This is not just about the fluctuating wealth points in a game; this is real, tangible wealth that you can touch with your own hands!

And this is just the beginning, just the first step taken by Qin Yuan, this incredible "player"!
His gaze involuntarily drifted back to the stall next door, which was surrounded by a surging crowd.

Looking at the young figure calmly directing the crowd, seemingly in complete control, he swallowed hard.

At this moment, what was churning in his heart was no longer just shock, but a strong determination to follow to the end.

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