My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 116 So, who has a problem with this?
In the afternoon, Binzi's prediction came true.

The old wooden door of the courtyard, which was not very sturdy to begin with, was almost worn down by the constant flow of people.

Nearly a hundred traders rushed over after hearing the news, crowding the courtyard.

Among them, there were more than twenty big-time traders who had the strength and ambition to compete for the five first-level general wholesaler positions!

Qin Yuan sat in the inner room, holding a list in his hand, which contained the names of these "powerful figures":

Wang Laizi of Xicheng started his business as a loan shark and is ruthless and heartless.

Pang Ge from Nancheng smuggled electrical appliances from the south by trading foreign exchange; he had a shady way of doing things.

Zhu Dayong from Haidian was one of the earliest people to engage in border trade and was familiar with the Russians.

Zhang Weijun, a stubborn young man from a privileged background, has a powerful family and a deep network of connections.

Li Guangzheng, who came from Northeast China with a group of brothers, was daring, aggressive, and had a fierce style...

Behind each name is a background introduction marked by Uncle Zhang.

These former local tyrants and ruthless individuals have now sensed the immense wealth potential of the K3 online platform and want to leverage Qin Yuan's influence to expand and strengthen their businesses.

As for the thirty-three slots for secondary distributors and wholesalers, the selection process is relatively easy.

Qin Yuan directly selected several people who had performed outstandingly in the last operation, and who were courageous and well-connected. Among them were several relatively reliable players who were somewhat well-known in the Beijing black market.

He then entrusted the specific selection authority for the first- and second-tier distributors to the experienced Old Zhang and the steady Binzi.

Seeing the bustling crowd outside, Qin Yuan folded up the densely packed list and put it away, deciding to go home first.

He needed a moment of peace and quiet, and he also needed to reassure his family.

Not far from the courtyard, I ran into Aunt Bian, who lived in the same courtyard, in Cherry Alley.

Grandma Bian stared at the well-dressed, distinguished young man for a long while before hesitantly asking, "Yuanzi? It's you? You're Yuanzi?"

"Auntie, it's me." Qin Yuan smiled slightly and took out a delicate pastry gift box he had brought back from Shenzhen from Markov's hand. "Auntie, this is what I brought from Shenzhen. Thank you for taking care of our family before."

Aunt Bian took the gift box, her eyes crinkling with laughter: "Oh my, Yuanzi has really made something of himself, dressed so smartly!"

"We're all neighbors, it's only right that we look after each other!"

She stroked the smooth gift box packaging, then looked at Qin Yuan, becoming more and more satisfied. "Yuanzi, you don't have a girlfriend yet, do you? Auntie will help you find one. You wait here, I'll go find you a few nice girls to meet!"

Qin Yuan was overwhelmed by the overwhelming enthusiasm of the old Yanjing residents, and quickly waved his hand and said with a smile, "Auntie, you've gone to so much trouble! This isn't urgent, I'll go home and see my parents first!"

After saying his goodbyes, he hurried towards his own yard, leaving Aunt Bian calling out enthusiastically behind him, "Hey, Yuanzi, don't go! Listen to what your auntie has to say..."

Pushing open the gate to her own yard, Qin Fang, who was playing hopscotch at the entrance, looked up and saw Qin Yuan. She immediately rushed over.

"Big brother—!" The little girl, like a cheerful little bird, rushed into Qin Yuan's arms.

Qin Yuan laughed and picked her up high, then spun her around, making Qin Fang giggle.

Qin Jianguo and Zhang Guilan came out of the house when they heard the noise. When they saw their son wearing a brand-new suit and looking completely different, they were both stunned and their eyes were filled with surprise and a sense of disbelief.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back." Qin Yuan put down his sister and greeted them with a smile.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!" Zhang Guilan's eyes were slightly red. She quickly stepped forward, took her son's hand, and looked him up and down. "You've lost weight, but...you look more energetic! This outfit really makes you look good!"

Qin Jianguo was not good with words, but he patted his son's shoulder hard, his eyes full of satisfaction and pride.

Once inside, Qin Jianguo asked, "Yuanzi, judging from your demeanor, you've really become a boss? Are you going out again this time you're back?"

"Yes, the company is up and running." Qin Yuan nodded, not hiding anything. "I have to go to Moscow in a few days. We've just started operations there, and there are many things I need to oversee personally, especially the newly established distribution channels, which I need to ensure run smoothly."

When Zhang Guilan heard that her son was leaving again, and to such a far and dangerous place, her smile immediately turned into worry: "Sigh! I heard from Binzi that Weiguo almost lost his life to protect you. He's been in the hospital for so long, and I've been so worried about him!"

"Moscow...that place is so chaotic, I've heard there are gangs there too? If you go there and something happens..."

As she spoke, her voice choked with emotion.

Qin Yuan felt a warmth in his heart and put his arm around his mother's shoulder to comfort her, "Mom, don't worry. Look, I'm not alone anymore."

He pointed to Makov, who stood quietly at the door like an iron tower, "This is Makov, my bodyguard, a Soviet, formerly from the elite troops, very skilled! With him around, you're perfectly safe."

Zhang Guilan and Qin Jianguo then noticed the tall, burly, and serious-looking foreign man at the door.

Markov straightened his back obediently and said in broken Chinese, "Boss, safety, I'll protect you!"

This situation certainly puts people at ease.

Zhang Guilan breathed a slight sigh of relief, but as a mother, she always had endless worries.

She looked at her handsome and dashing son, and then brought the topic back: "Son, Mom knows your career is important right now. But a man should always settle down and start a family. You see, you've started your company now, which means you've established yourself, so shouldn't you start thinking about starting a family?"

"Settle down first, then build your career. With someone at home who cares about you, Mom will feel more at ease when you're out there making your way in the world, right?"

Qin Jianguo immediately looked at his son.

For any parent, their child's marriage is the most important thing, and it is also their lifelong task.

Another big wedding?

Qin Yuan suddenly felt his head was about to explode.

In his previous life, he suffered greatly from being pressured to get married. He never expected that after transmigrating to this game world, he would have a completely different life trajectory, yet he still couldn't escape the "arranged marriage" of his parents. It wasn't that he was impatient with his parents' concern; he just found it somewhat absurd and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

"Dad, Mom," Qin Yuan said with a wry smile, "I know about this. Once the company stabilizes and the market expands, I will definitely resolve it and put your minds at ease."

He could only resort to stalling tactics.

Afterwards, Qin Yuan talked to his family about Qin Ming and Qin Fang's studies, saying that he would arrange for them to attend some key schools.

Qin Jianguo and Zhang Guilan were gratified to hear that their eldest son was still concerned about his younger siblings.

As they were talking, the courtyard gate was suddenly pushed open, and Ma Gan'er rushed in, panting and looking anxious.
"Brother! Something terrible has happened! There's a commotion at the West City Courtyard with Brother Binzi and the others!"

Qin Yuan frowned: "What's going on?"

Ma Gan'er hurriedly said, "Those bosses who failed to be selected as first-level distributors, Wang Laizi, Pang Ge, and their men are causing trouble at the entrance!"

"They said our selection process was unfair, and they're demanding an explanation. Judging from their posture, it looks like they're about to start a fight!"

"Where are Wei Guo and Gang Zi?"

"Brother Weiguo and the others went to the warehouse, and there's no one guarding it now."

Qin Yuan nodded upon hearing this:
"Let's go and have a look!"
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At this moment, the atmosphere in the small courtyard in Xicheng that Binzi's family rented to serve as a temporary "office" was tense.

In the courtyard, the five selected first-tier wholesalers and some second-tier distributors stood to one side, their faces filled with wariness and anger. On the other side, there were seven or eight unsuccessful candidates, led by Wang Laizi and Pang Ge, followed by more than twenty menacing henchmen, completely blocking the courtyard.

"Why?! Why can Zhu Dayong be a first-class official? What's wrong with me, Wang Laizi from Xicheng?" Wang Laizi shouted, pointing at Zhu Dayong and spitting as he retorted.

“That’s right! I’m Pang Ge from Nancheng. Who in the underworld doesn’t give me some face? You haven’t even gotten a second-level prize? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?” Pang Ge’s face was also ashen, and he glared at Binzi and Old Zhang with hostility.

"That's unfair! We must elect again!"

"Yes! Choose again! Otherwise, this isn't over!"

Others joined in the commotion, and the scene became chaotic.

Binzi stood on the steps, his face gloomy, but he did not panic.

He looked coldly at the clamoring Wang Laizi:

"Boss Pang, you may be tough in the South City, but let me ask you, how many times have you driven the K3? How many influential people do you know in the Soviet Union? Do you even know the rules there?"

"Boss Zhu was among the first to follow us there. He has connections in Irkutsk and Novosibirsk and is familiar with the local situation. Is there a problem with choosing him as a primary distributor to be in charge of the eastern front?"

Binzi turned his gaze to Wang Laizi, his tone equally sharp: "Boss Wang, we admire your skill in lending money at high interest rates. But being a loan shark isn't something you can do just by being ruthless and tough!"

"The Soviet Union is a very complicated place! You've never even driven a K3, and you can't speak a word of Russian, yet you're thinking of becoming a primary distributor? Do you really think this money grows on trees, or do you think our Far East Trade is a sucker?"

Binzi's gaze swept over all the troublemakers, his voice suddenly rising, carrying an undeniable authority:
"As for who is qualified to be a first-level distributor, second-level distributor..."

"Our Far East trade adheres to one principle: the capable rise, the mediocre fall!"

"The Soviet Union was so vast, with such a wide market, that it didn't just have the K3 line!"

"Vladivostok and Khabarovsk in the Far East, Almaty and Tashkent in Central Asia, Budapest and Warsaw in Eastern Europe... as long as you have the courage, the ability, and the connections, go for it!"

"As long as you dare to run, we dare to supply goods! How much you earn depends on your own ability!"

"Instead of throwing a tantrum like a woman and questioning fairness!"

Binzi's words were forceful, reasonable, and well-founded, and they carried a sense of grandeur and authority, leaving many troublemakers speechless for a moment, and making the selected distributors nod in approval and submit.

During this brief stalemate, a series of steady and powerful footsteps came from the courtyard gate.

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

Qin Yuan walked in slowly, accompanied by Markov and Magan'er.

All three were dressed in sharp dark suits and shiny leather shoes, creating a stark contrast with the crowd in the courtyard wearing bulky cotton-padded coats and leather jackets.

Qin Yuan, in particular, naturally exudes the air of someone in a position of power.

As that cold gaze fell, an invisible pressure instantly spread out.

The once noisy and bustling courtyard suddenly became completely silent.

All eyes were on Qin Yuan, filled with a complex mix of emotions including awe, curiosity, jealousy, and fear.

Qin Yuan heard Binzi's resounding words clearly from the doorway.

He looked at his brother, who had always silently followed him and was now capable of standing on his own, and a hint of relief and appreciation flashed in his eyes.

He stepped into the courtyard, and the crowd automatically parted to make way for him.

He walked straight up the steps and stood side by side with Binzi. Then he slowly turned around, his gaze indifferent, with a condescending scrutiny, as he slowly swept over the faces of Wang Laizi, Pang Ge, and the other troublemakers.

The only sound was heavy breathing.

Qin Yuan's gaze finally settled on Wang Laizi's face. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears:

"So, who has a problem with this?"

(End of this chapter)