My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 117 The Mountains and Rivers Are Safe and Sound, The Mountains and Rivers Ripple

In the southern suburbs of Yanjing, a scene of utter devastation unfolded.

The massive excavator roared, its steel bucket like the fangs of a giant beast, brutally pushing down a crumbling earthen wall.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and bricks and tiles flew everywhere.

In front of the collapsed, dangerous building, a mother and daughter slumped to the ground, crying out in despair, their voices shrill and powerless.

There were more than thirty people standing on the site, including workers in overalls, vigilant security guards, and supervisors holding blueprints...

Everyone remained expressionless, seemingly oblivious to the human tragedy unfolding before them, as if the weeping mother and daughter were merely background noise.

"Boom——!"

The last load-bearing wall was completely demolished, and the dilapidated building was reduced to ruins.

The excavator was turned off, the cab door opened, and a middle-aged man with a shiny bald head and wearing oil-stained work clothes jumped out.

He was burly, wore a large gold chain around his neck, and had triangular eyes; you could tell at a glance he was not someone to be trifled with.

"So, what happened in the end?" The bald man spat out a mouthful of phlegm, looking at Zhang Weijun, who had appeared in the West City courtyard before, standing in front of him.

This young man from a high-ranking family, who was usually quite a figure in the local hooligans, was now slightly hunched over, his face showing obvious respect and restraint.

Zhang Weijun quickly replied, "Wang Laizi and Pang Ge are paper tigers. As soon as that Boss Qin showed up and his Russian bodyguard stood in front of them, those two went limp and didn't dare to utter a single word!"

He swallowed hard, adding with lingering fear, "That bodyguard... he was so menacing, he looked like someone who had actually killed people. His waist was bulging, I suspect... he might have been carrying a gun!"

"A gun?" The bald man scoffed, his face full of disdain.

He casually pulled a black star pistol from his back waist and slapped it onto the cold bucket of the excavator!

"What's a gun? Don't I have one? These days, who the hell doesn't have something on their belt?"

"Tell me what happened next and how it was resolved, and stop giving me this bullshit."

"Yes, yes." Zhang Weijun lowered his head even further, not daring to look at the gun anymore. "After Boss Qin showed up, five first-level distributors and thirty-three second-level distributors were officially confirmed. I was listed as a first-level distributor and was responsible for the Mongolia region."

"Mongolia?" The bald man pondered for a moment. "Alright, it's a godforsaken place. The market isn't big, but it'll be enough for you to make a living."

"Keep talking."

"Yes!" Zhang Weijun perked up and continued, "Those two cowards, Wang Laizi and Pang Ge, didn't dare to stay any longer and slunk away with their men. But before they left, they said they would find their own way to do business, so it seems... they don't intend to give up on the K3 line."

"Hmph!" The bald man snorted coldly, his eyes filled with contempt. "Two clowns, no need to pay them any mind. Selling their own goods? With Qin Yuan's 'Jeanswest' leading the way, any clothing business on the K3 line has no chance of survival!"

"Yes, that's what I think too!" Zhang Weijun quickly chimed in. "Boss Qin held a meeting with all thirty-eight of us and set three ironclad rules!"

"Three rules?" The bald man raised an eyebrow, showing some interest.

“That’s right!” Zhang Weijun counted on his fingers. “First, each distributor is responsible for their own territory and cannot cross over. All 38 of us can get goods from them.”

"Secondly, there is no limit to the selling price of 'Jeanswest'. How much money one can make depends entirely on their own abilities. He only supplies the goods and does not interfere with the operation."

"But! Absolutely no counterfeiting of brands or selling inferior goods as superior ones. Anyone found doing so will be immediately expelled and blacklisted from the entire reseller circle!"

"Third," Zhang Weijun paused, emphasizing his words, "the 'Jeanswest' products we wholesale can only be sold in designated overseas regions—Mongolia, the Soviet Union, Eastern Europe, etc.! But absolutely, absolutely, they are not allowed to be sold in mainland China!"

"Can't be sold in China?" The bald man's eyes suddenly narrowed, like a beast that had spotted its prey.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhang Weijun: "Xiaojun, what do you think... what does that mean?"

Zhang Weijun felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze and cautiously said, "I'm thinking... this probably means that Boss Qin wants to keep the domestic market for himself and sell it personally?"

"Slap!" The bald man slapped Zhang Weijun's shoulder hard, making him stagger.

"Smart!" The bald man grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "This Qin Yuan has quite the ambition!"

"Even the huge Soviet market couldn't satisfy his appetite; he still had his eyes on this lucrative domestic market!"

"Interesting, fucking interesting!"

He stroked his chin, seemingly pondering something.

After a moment, he looked at Zhang Weijun and said, "Xiaojun, I'll give you 500,000 yuan. Put all of this money into 'Jeanswest.' Buy as much as you can get in bulk and test the waters in the Mongolian market."

He took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and immediately a henchman came over to light it.

He took a drag, and through the swirling smoke, continued, "My old man has a distant relative in Ulaanbaatar named Batu, who has some influence there."

"Go find him, mention my name, and he'll help you get back on your feet!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Weijun was overjoyed: "Yes, don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations and revitalize this land in Mongolia for you!" The bald man nodded and waved for him to leave.

"This 'Master Jing' is really playing big... He turned a single clothing business into a game that swept across half of Yanjing City."

“Those arrogant gangsters and leaders who usually looked down on others all became pawns on his chessboard, willingly paving the way for him.”

"They want to swallow up all the cities along the entire K3 line in one go...tsk tsk, what ambition..."

He exhaled a smoke ring and gazed at the sky.

A huge Boeing passenger plane roared across the city, leaving a long white contrail that tore through the gray sky.

Zhao Shanhe's gaze followed the plane as he muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it:

"I just don't know... whether the 'aircraft deal' he discussed with the Crown Prince was for civilian aircraft or military aircraft?"

His name is Zhao Shanhe.

The largest infrastructure contractor in Yanjing.

Whether it's municipal engineering contracting, concrete monopoly, or control over construction waste truck fleets.

He is involved in all upstream industries related to real estate.

He is the kind of person who loves to tackle tough challenges, specializing in municipal projects such as demolishing dilapidated houses, river dredging, and relocating high-voltage power lines—projects that "no one dares to touch."

He has a construction team of nearly a thousand people under his command.

Normally, these construction teams are skilled workers on various projects.

But at his command, these "good workers" could instantly turn into thugs who ransack homes.

The reason he can be so arrogant and thrive in his environment is...

The key lies in his control of the sand and gravel yards and concrete truck fleets in the Delta, with dump trucks monopolizing the removal of construction waste within the Third Ring Road.

In these three locations in the Delta, developers, no matter how powerful their background or how large their projects, all have to pay Zhao Shanhe a hefty "toll" before they can start construction, transport materials, or dump construction waste!
Otherwise, if the sand and gravel can't get in, concrete trucks will block the road, there will be nowhere to dump the construction waste, and the project will have to be suspended indefinitely!
Oh, right, he also has superiors.

His game ID is his real name, Zhao Shanhe, and he never hides his identity as a player.

Ranked 21st, he wields astonishing power in both the legitimate and criminal worlds.

"call"

After taking the last drag of his cigarette, Zhao Shanhe stubbed it out hard on the cold shovel bucket.

A hot female secretary next to him, wearing a business suit that couldn't hide her wasp waist and curvy hips, immediately held a purple clay teapot in both hands and carefully offered it to his lips.

Zhao Shanhe didn't even look at her. He casually took the teapot, gulped down a few mouthfuls of hot tea, and then spat the tea leaves from his mouth onto the ground with a "pui" sound!

"Damn it!" Zhao Shanhe's face darkened, and he slapped the beautiful secretary across the face!

"Slap!" A crisp slap rang out!
"You can't even brew a proper tea! My fine West Lake Longjing tea, you've turned it into broken leaves and dregs! You're useless!"

Still not satisfied, he raised his foot, clad in heavy work boots, and kicked the secretary hard in the slender waist!

"Ah!" The secretary screamed as she was kicked and rolled to the ground. Her carefully styled hair was disheveled, her face instantly swelled up, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

But she didn't even dare to cry out in pain. She endured the excruciating pain and humiliation, struggled to get up from the ground, ignored the dust and filth, and knelt down in front of Zhao Shanhe again, her hands trembling as she raised them high, as if she were about to catch the purple clay teapot at any moment.

They buried their heads deep, not daring to utter the slightest complaint.

Zhao Shanhe didn't even glance at her, as if he had just kicked away an eyesore.

His gaze, like an icicle, pierced the mother and daughter who were still sobbing softly in front of the ruins.

"Stop crying, stop crying! Did I not give you compensation for the demolition? Why don't you go buy an apartment in the city instead of crying for your father here?"

He waved his hand: "Dog, get rid of these two jinxes. This land is going to be used for a department store, you know?"

"We can't let them ruin the feng shui."

After saying that, he casually tossed the purple clay teapot into the hands of his beautiful secretary who was kneeling on the ground.

He stepped onto the running board, got into his modified off-road vehicle, and roared away.

In the car, he turned on the system screen.

A message was sent to [Crown Prince of Yanjing].

[Zhao Shanhe]: Your Highness, include me in your business dealings with Master Jing. I'm also very interested in the Soviet Union!
It wasn't a request, it was more like a command!
(End of this chapter)