My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 123 Eighty Tons of Goods, Dumped in the Soviet Union (Bonus Chapter for 1000 Monthly Tickets)
Yanjing Railway Station, late at night.

The platform was brightly lit, with huge searchlights illuminating the tracks as if it were daytime.

A K3 international train, about to depart for Moscow, lies quietly on the tracks like a giant steel dragon.

The workers were sweating profusely as they busily loaded the last batch of heavy goods into the train carriages.

Qin Yuan, along with Magan and Markov, walked through the noisy crowd and headed deeper into the platform.

There, Wu Weiguo and Binzi were directing the final loading work.

"Brother Yuan!" Wu Weiguo saw Qin Yuan, wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face showing a mix of fatigue and excitement. "Almost done loading! But... the amount of goods shipped from Guangdong exceeded expectations!"

"We have over 60,000 pairs of jeans, 3,000 leather jackets, plus the 4,000 leather jackets we had stockpiled in our warehouse... The three train cars we bought before are simply not enough to hold them all!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Yuan understood.

They're definitely operating at full capacity and expanding production in Guangdong!
It seems that the "muscle" displayed in Shenzhen and the subsequent orders have generated considerable effect.

Fang Minghai really put in a lot of effort.

"How was it resolved later?" Qin Yuan asked.

"We asked the station dispatcher to add an extra carriage!" Binzi answered calmly, his voice slightly hoarse. "At first, the station was unwilling, saying it was too much trouble. We had to spend money to get it done!"

"Okay, four railcars it is." Qin Yuan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the fully loaded railcars. "The forty-odd tons here, plus the thirty or forty tons that were previously wholesaled to those scalpers... the total weight must be eighty tons, right?"

Binzi, who was supervising the whole process, immediately nodded: "Yes, Brother Yuan, that's about right."

"How do those middlemen load the goods onto the trucks?" Qin Yuan asked again.

"There are mainly two methods," Binzi explained. "One is chartering a car, where several big traders pool their resources to charter an entire freight car and ship the goods directly."

"Another method is to learn from our old ways, buy a large number of sleeper tickets, and then cram the goods into the compartments and aisles, mixing people and goods together."

"I heard from the station dispatcher that this K3 train carried the most people and supplies they had ever transported; the carriages were almost bursting at the seams!"

Qin Yuan nodded, looking at the bloodshot eyes and tired expressions of his two capable subordinates, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart: "You've worked hard today. Go back and rest first, you have to catch a train to Moscow early tomorrow morning."

Binzi and Wu Weiguo shook their heads almost simultaneously: "Brother Yuan, it's already eleven or twelve o'clock, and there are only six or seven hours left before departure."

"We can just take a nap at the station and sleep again when we get on the train. It'll be six days and six nights on the train, enough time for us to rest."

This shipment is extremely critical and of immense value, and must be escorted personally by the most reliable and trusted person.

In Qin Yuan's team, only Binzi and Wu Weiguo are capable of this task.

Gangzi was left in Yanjing this time to handle the procedures and decoration of the new store.

Qin Yuan plans to officially open around the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, which is a very tight schedule.

Uncle Zhang is getting old, and Qin Yuan couldn't bear to let him travel through the icy and snowy landscape of Moscow any longer.

Moreover, as the company expands, Uncle Zhang needs to be present to oversee the warehouse management, daily operations, and the large quantities of goods shipped from Guangdong every month in Yanjing.

The problem of insufficient manpower has become increasingly prominent with the explosive growth of business.

Qin Yuan stopped insisting and, along with Magan'er and Markfu, entered the station's simple rest room with Binzi and Wu Weiguo.

The group found a hard bed and lay down. Qin Yuan then gave them a few more instructions on precautions for the journey and arrangements for coordination upon arrival in Moscow.

Before long, the exhausted Wu Weiguo and Binzi began to snore softly.

Hearing the familiar snoring, Qin Yuan knew they were truly exhausted. He also prepared to close his eyes and rest.

at this time--

Drop drop drop!

The system screen in my mind suddenly started flashing and emitted a notification sound.

Qin Yuan immediately opened his eyes, and with a thought, opened the private chat interface.

It really was a message from the Crown Prince of Yanjing!

[Prince of Yanjing]: Master Jing, sorry to bother you. I just came from Xiamen Airlines; the matter has been settled.

Qin Yuan was shocked!
The clothing business generates a steady stream of cash flow, but "trading canned goods for airplanes" is the super leverage that can unlock huge amounts of capital!

[I am Jingye]: So, how many planes do Sichuan Airlines and Xiamen Airlines need?
At this moment, the prince, far away in Xiamen, was equally excited.

A mega-deal involving hundreds of millions of dollars is about to be completed in his hands!
[Yanjing Prince]: Sichuan Airlines has four, Xiamen Airlines has three, for a total of seven! The prices offered are all about the same, $1800 million per aircraft! As long as this price is guaranteed, the Tu-154 is no problem!
Seven!

$1800 million! The total price is a whopping $1.26 million! That's nearly 7 million RMB!
Even though Qin Yuan was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but feel his heart racing at this moment!
But he immediately raised a crucial question:
[I am Jingye]: What if we don't accept US dollars and require them to settle in RMB?
The crown prince was clearly taken aback when he saw the message.

They wouldn't accept US dollars? Would the Soviet Union really refuse to accept US dollars?

[Yanjing Prince]: If it's settled in RMB... I think Sichuan Airlines and Xiamen Airlines would be willing to pay 100 million RMB per aircraft!

One hundred million RMB per aircraft!
This number was almost exactly what Qin Yuan had estimated!
Moreover, the profit margin is huge!
Because the cost of purchasing the Tu-154 in the Soviet Union was much lower than that!
Qin Yuan no longer hesitated and made a decisive decision:
[I am Jingye]: Okay! Negotiate with them! One hundred million RMB per aircraft! After I finish dealing with things in Yanjing, I'll head to Moscow immediately! Then I'll have Sichuan Airlines and Xiamen Airlines prepare the customs clearance permits and route approval documents!
After sending this message, Qin Yuan breathed a long sigh of relief.

Seven planes!

A potential profit of 200 million RMB!

Once this money is received, it will provide unimaginable financial support for his subsequent strategic plans!
Whether it's the expansion of the Jeanswest brand or investments in other areas, they will have unprecedented confidence!
Just as Qin Yuan and the Crown Prince were having their final discussions on the details of the transaction, a commotion began to break out outside the station.

As dawn broke and the sky began to lighten, the first light of day appeared.

Countless figures, like ants, surged from every corner of the city toward the train station.

On each face was a radiant expression of hope for the future, a desire for wealth, and boundless anticipation for the K3 "golden road."

The goods have all been loaded onto the truck.

The K3 train, carrying 80 tons of cargo, is about to depart.

It will travel along the long railway, traversing the Mongolian Plateau, and heading towards the heart of Siberia.

Each stop marks the beginning of a middleman's path to wealth.

Eighty tons of goods, like a flood bursting its banks, will surge along this steel artery and be dumped into the vast and thirsty markets of Mongolia and the Soviet Union!

Qin Yuan stood at the eye of the storm, quietly watching everything unfold.

His gaze has already turned to Moscow, and to the enormous sum of seven hundred million that is about to be unlocked!

The canned goods were traded for an airplane; the airplane problem has been solved.

Now all that's left is "canned food".

(Thank you everyone for the 1518 monthly tickets! We've surpassed 200 monthly tickets, so there will be an extra chapter that day.)
(End of this chapter)