My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 78 McDonald's Opening, Kayo Appears
Moscow, Pushkin Square.

On a Saturday morning, the winter sun struggled to pierce through the thick clouds and shone on this square that was destined to be recorded in history.

However, the thin sunlight did nothing to cool down the immense heat emanating from the surging crowds in the square.

The first McDonald's restaurant in Soviet history is about to open here!
The enormous golden archway gleamed in the sunlight, and the brand-new glass curtain wall reflected the shadows of the crowd.

The square was already packed with people, and the winding queue stretched like an endless dragon from the restaurant entrance to the edge of the square, even turning into the adjacent street.

People wore heavy winter clothes and scarves, their faces filled with excitement, curiosity, and an indescribable anticipation.

For many people in Moscow, this is more than just the opening of a restaurant; it is a gateway to their imagined "Western Utopia"!

Nine-year-old Willix held his mother's hand tightly, his little face red from the cold, but his blue eyes sparkled with excitement.

He had been queuing with his parents for two hours.

"Mom, do they really have those hamburgers like they do on TV? And those bubbly Cokes?" He looked up, his voice full of longing.

His mother, a woman with a tired face but eyes that were also full of longing, gently patted his head: "Yes, baby, we'll be able to taste it today."

There were many more people like Willix in the crowd.

They looked around at the performers dressed as Mickey Mouse and traditional Russian musicians entertaining the crowd, their hearts filled with complex emotions.

They wanted to use McDonald's as a window to see how Americans do things better.

Let's see what a healthy society can offer.

The opening ceremony was lively and bustling.

McDonald's has 27 cash registers on standby, ready to handle an expected surge of over 30,000 orders.

However, in one corner of this square, shrouded in golden arches and Western fantasy, a completely different scene suddenly bursts forth, like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil!

A conspicuous bright yellow GAZ truck had somehow stopped at the edge of the square, right in front of the long line at the McDonald's restaurant!
On the vehicle, the huge, blood-red "KBAC" letters are dazzling in the winter sun!

On the truck bed, three gleaming stainless steel barrels stood steadily, connected to valves and liquid outlet pipes.

A row of clean stainless steel measuring cups hangs next to it.

Even more striking was the huge banner stretched above the truck, bearing the words in bold, powerful Russian:

"Far East Kvass! Our own! A cheap and delicious national beverage!"

Several young people stood under the banner.

Sergei and Anthony stood nervously beside the car, trying to maintain order.

What really caught the eye were five beautiful young Russian women with blonde hair and blue eyes, all dressed in matching blue overalls!
They wore slightly shy but hard-to-maintain smiles, holding measuring cups in their hands, ready to serve customers.

Natasha stood among the girls, took a deep breath to suppress her nervousness, and encouraged them in a low but firm voice: "Sisters, don't be nervous! Remember what President Qin said! We're not fighting to sell drinks, we're fighting for our nation! For the ruble!"

Sergei nodded vigorously and shouted into the microphone, "Far Eastern Kvass! The Slavic people's thousand-year-old drink! 1 ruble a cup! Icy and thirst-quenching! Healthy and delicious! No need to queue! Come and try it!"

His voice echoed across the square, instantly drowning out the noisy music from McDonald's!

One ruble a cup!
No need to queue!

Our own!
A national beverage!

These keywords, like a spell, instantly struck the nerves of countless people in the square!
The crowd, who were originally immersed in Western fantasies, were all immediately drawn to this!

Those who queued for hours, shivering in the cold!
Those who are short of money and hesitate when looking at McDonald's price list!

Those who have no particular preference for Western fast food and are just here for the spectacle!
Those who were already curious about "Far East Kvass" and had seen the advertisements in the newspapers!

Their gaze shifted from the golden archway to the striking yellow truck and the bright red "KBAC" sign!
Kvass? One ruble a cup?

"Far Eastern Kvass? The one mentioned in the newspaper?"

"A Slavic beverage? No need to queue?"

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted into a frenzy, like a lake rippled by a stone thrown in!
The first to get moving were the drunkards and ordinary workers who had lost patience queuing in the cold wind or were short of money.

Without hesitation, they broke away from the McDonald's line and strode towards the yellow kvass truck!
"Give me a drink!"

"I'll have one too!"

"Quick! Try our own drinks!"

Immediately afterwards, some young people who looked like students also started to move.

Seeing familiar classmates in the line and hearing shouts of "National beverage" and "1 ruble," curiosity and a sense of belonging to "their own people" instantly took over. "Let's go! Let's try it!"

"Anyway, the McDonald's line is going to be long anyway!"

Like dominoes falling, more and more people began flocking to the kvass truck!
Reporters who were originally covering the grand opening of McDonald's keenly captured this dramatic scene!
The cameras in their hands instantly turned towards the yellow truck and the surging crowd!
"Quick! Take a picture over there!"

"Far East Kvass! Street Confrontation with McDonald's! Big News!"

These journalists have an extremely keen news sense.

Flashbulbs went off in a flurry as reporters excitedly pushed their way to the front, microphones pointed at Natasha and Sergei.

"Are you employees of Far East Kvass?"

Why did you choose to sell here on McDonald's opening day?

Is the price of 1 ruble per cup accurate? How do you guarantee the quality?

Natasha tried to remain calm and replied in fluent Russian, "Yes! We are Far Eastern Kvas! We chose to be here to tell everyone that we Slavs have our own healthy and delicious traditional drink!"

As she spoke, she deliberately looked at the camera and clearly stated:

"Far Eastern Kvass, 1 ruble a cup, real price! Quality guaranteed!"

Her answer spread rapidly through the microphone and camera!
The crowds surged even more!

Another long line instantly formed in front of the yellow kvass truck!
Its popularity was even showing signs of overshadowing McDonald's!

Qin Yuan stood in an inconspicuous corner at the edge of the square, calmly observing everything.

He immediately picked up the walkie-talkie: "Wang Haiyang, have the remaining two cars come over immediately and spread them out to the other two corners of the square!"

Soon, two more brightly colored yellow GAZ trucks roared into the square, stopped in two different directions, and quickly began selling!
Three yellow trucks, like three flags, were planted in the square dominated by the golden arches!

The name "Far Eastern Kvass" and its golden liquid, along with shouts of "One ruble a cup!" and "National beverage!", swept through Pushkin Square like a storm!

McDonald's grand opening ceremony seemed to have been overshadowed by this sudden, localized "street revolution"!

Across the square, in the shadow of a building.

Kayo stood there, her face filled with utter shock.

He was accompanied by several newly recruited henchmen, all of whom were ruthless thugs with fierce eyes.

He came to downtown Moscow to purchase a batch of more advanced weapons and, incidentally, to gather intelligence.

He had never ignored the name Qin Yuan; in fact, he valued it highly.

He always believed that the better Qin Yuan developed, the more smugglers he would attract to use the K3 route, and the more prosperous their robbery gang's "business" would become.

Qin Yuan makes money, and Jia Dai gets rich along with him; it's a win-win situation.

He even "received their gratitude" and let Qin Yuan's subordinates Binzi and Wu Weiguo go on the K3.

But now, looking at the surging crowd in front of the three yellow trucks in the square, watching the reporters' flashing lights, and hearing the name "Far East Kvass" resound throughout the square...

Kayo felt a chill run from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head!
He was wrong!
He is totally wrong!
He greatly underestimated Qin Yuan!

This Chinese man is not simply dealing in clothing!
He is building a brand, an empire!
He is using Slavic nationalism to counter Western consumerism!
He raised his flag openly and legitimately in the heart of Moscow!
The surging crowd in front of the three yellow trucks, the deafening shouts, the reporters' cameras chasing after them...

All of this demonstrates just how much capital, how much power, and how terrifying ambition Qin Yuan possesses!

Is this still some small-time reseller?
No, absolutely not.

This is a rising business behemoth!

Qin Yuan's rise to power far surpassed that of any other player he knew.

So bold, so unconventional!

He actually naively thought that Qin Yuan was just a "guide" for his K3 "business".
He felt like a joke!
He underestimated Qin Yuan!

We underestimated the ambition and methods of this "Master Jing"!
An unprecedented sense of crisis and intense jealousy surged into his heart, and he could not suppress it.

Why can you be so glamorous, while I have to hide in the shadows like a pitiful worm?

Kayo gritted her teeth, forgetting that she herself had chosen this path in the first place!

(End of this chapter)