My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 55 Becoming Your Own Boss, Expanding Your Sales Network Across the Soviet Union

Chen Jianhua's gaze swept over them, and he knew what they were thinking.

"Don't you guys think this is too exaggerated?"

"How many people are there in Moscow? How...how could they possibly sell out?"

Chen Jianhua shook his head, his gaze cold: "Sergei, and a few of your new brothers."

"You underestimate this land!"

He pointed to the ground and said, "Moscow is just a stepping stone for us. How many cities are there along our route from China to Moscow?"

"How many densely populated and bustling cities did the Soviet Union have?"

"Let's not talk about far away, just take Kyiv, the heart of Ukraine. How many workers and students are there?"

"And then there's Minsk, the heart of Belarus, where so many young people yearn for the latest fashions?"

"Novosibirsk! An industrial hub east of the Ural Mountains, don't the people there need warm sheepskin coats and stylish jeans?"

"And Leningrad, Kharkiv, Gorky... the vast world, comrades!"

Chen Jianhua had truly had a breakthrough; his eyes, like burning embers, swept over every face in the carriage, whether Chinese students or newly arrived Soviet students.

The voices all seemed to have an inflammatory quality.

"Just imagine, by then, our 'Jeanswest' will no longer be just a small stall outside Moscow State University!"

"It will appear in front of university dormitories in Kyiv, at stalls in the central market in Minsk, and next to the workers' club in the Novosibirsk factory district!"

"What a sight it would be if the 'Jeanswest' logo could be seen everywhere on the map of the entire Soviet Union!!"

Everyone's breathing became heavier.

They couldn't even imagine this scenario.

Chen Jianhua patted the car door, attracting everyone's attention: "Everyone, we are not low-level smugglers, nor are we part-time workers trying to make ends meet."

"We are the core members of Brother Yuan's branch in the Soviet Union; we are the veterans!"

"Elders! Do you understand?" he said, his gaze intense. "Do you know what this means?"

"This means that every network we lay now, every person we connect with, is laying the foundation for our own future territory!"

He pushed up his glasses that had slipped down to the tip of his nose and said in a low voice, "We can't just focus on the city of Moscow."

"Think of your high school classmates, university alumni, relatives, and friends who studied in other cities!"

"Industrial cities and university towns around Moscow, and even further afield!"

"Let's see if we can contact a reliable person and establish an initial relationship!"

Even just knowing a friend studying at that university, or having some connections in the area, would be fine!

"We need to cast our net early! We need to replicate our experience selling goods at Moscow State University in Kyiv! In Minsk! In Novosibirsk!"

He paused for a moment, then offered the most tempting reward: "Once our network is established and our supply is plentiful, those people you've contacted will become our 'first-level agents' in their respective regions!"

"And what about yourselves?"

Chen Jianhua's gaze swept over the people in the carriage, whose breathing had become rapid, and he said, word by word, "You can get the goods from the company at the lowest wholesale price!"

"Then, send the goods to your local agents to sell!"

“You yourselves are the bosses of that area; you can sit in Moscow and collect money!”

"What you'll earn then is the profit from wholesale, the money from managing an entire market!"

"This will earn you much more money and be much easier than you're working so hard to sell them one by one!"

"Boss?" Sergei murmured to himself, the word seeming to possess a magical power.

He was one of the few Soviets in the campus team, and his family was poor, unlike those privileged kids.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have joined Chen Jianhua and the others to work as a street vendor.

"Jianhua, are you serious?" Sergei asked incredulously. "We can really be bosses in the future?"

"What?" Chen Jianhua laughed, "You don't believe me, but don't you believe Brother Yuan?" "These are all things he said to me personally."

"In the future, the Hong Kong side and the company will handle the first and second transfers, transporting goods from China. We will also have our agents handling the third and fourth transfers, responsible for selling these goods."

"You guys think that once we have enough capital, we can buy goods wholesale from the company, right? That's what a boss should do, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, the other students' eyes lit up instantly!

From a clandestine campus vendor to a local "boss"?
This leap in status brings not only money, but also an indescribable sense of accomplishment!
Li Xiangqian nodded vigorously and added, "Brother Jianhua is right. Just think about those middlemen who came with Brother Yuan at the Chekhov Hotel!"

"If they can sell jeans now, they'll definitely be able to sell 'Jeanswest' jeans in the future!"

"These people will definitely be our competitors in the future!"

"We are now helping Brother Yuan sell his goods, which is to gain experience and build our own channels!"

"Once our online store is up and running, they'll have to be mindful of our attitude if they want to get in!"

"At that time, we'll be the 'landlords' who collect rent on the spot! They'll be the ones working for us!"

These words completely ignited the ambition of everyone in the carriage!
Especially those Soviet students, who may have originally just wanted to make some quick money, are now deeply attracted by the prospect of "being a boss" and "collecting rent on the spot"!

This is not just about money, but also about elevating one's social status and gaining a sense of control!

“But…” a Chinese girl named Ye Qian muttered softly, with the reserve of an intellectual, “We came to Moscow to learn knowledge, so that we can build our motherland in the future…”

"Building the motherland?" Chen Jianhua interrupted her directly, his voice firm and decisive, without any hesitation. "Ye Qian, and all the other students who hold this kind of idea, listen up!"

"What do we rely on to build our motherland? Slogans? Passion? No!"

His eyes were piercing, and his voice boomed: "It's based on strength! It's based on wealth!"

"It's a real ability to improve the lives of my family and make my hometown a better place!"

"We're following Brother Yuan now to build up that kind of strength!"

"Make money so your parents no longer have to worry about food!"

"Make money so that the dilapidated school in your hometown can get new windows!"

"Only by making money can you have the power to truly change things!"

"This is the most genuine way to serve one's country!"

He looked around at the crowd, his tone carrying an undeniable authority: "Why did we endure all that hardship, braving the bitter cold, to leave our homes and come to Moscow?"

"Is it so that we can just rot in the library? Or so that we can just talk about ideals in the dorm?"

"No! We're here to make money! Make money! And fucking make money!"

"Only when we make money can we talk about giving back! Only then can we have the ability to build! Only then can your families live in heated houses and not have to suffer from the cold in winter! Only then can your younger siblings have better conditions to go to school!"

"We now have this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Brother Yuan has set the stage and paved the way for us! If we don't cherish it and seize this opportunity, we will only regret it later!"

Chen Jianhua stood up in the car and looked at everyone: "So, don't hesitate!"

"Starting today, starting this moment! Mobilize all your connections! Cities around Moscow, your hometowns, your classmates! Cast a wide net! Cast a huge net!"

"Two days! Just these two days! Clearing out all the goods in Moscow is just a small goal! We need to pave the way for the future! To pave the way for ourselves to be our own bosses!"

"Will you do it or not?!"

"Damn it!" Wang Haiyang was the first to roar, his face turning bright red.

"Fuck him!" Zhang Wei shouted excitedly, waving his fist.

"Dry!"

Sergei, Ye Qian... all the students were completely ignited by the naked prospect of wealth and the allure of the "boss" status.

Natasha, witnessing this scene, was more shocked than anything else.

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