My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 124 The Greedy Dragon Devours the Flood of Goods from the East
Bang! Bang! Bang!

The steel behemoth crushed the cold rails, producing a monotonous and heavy rhythm.

The train had been traveling for a full twenty-nine hours, and the scenery outside the window gradually transitioned from the bleakness of the North China Plain to the vastness and expanse of the Mongolian Plateau.

The carriage was filled with a mixture of smells: sweat, smoke, leather, and instant noodle seasoning packets.

Back then, there were no public announcements; the train conductors in each carriage had to shout them out.

"Ulaanbaatar is here! Ulaanbaatar is here!"

"Passengers who are about to disembark, please prepare to get off the train."

"Attention passengers, the train will be stopping in Ulaanbaatar for one hour. Those who need to buy food or go out for a rest should prepare accordingly."

"This is the last time, we've arrived in Ulaanbaatar."

Carriage No. 3, hard sleeper compartment.

Hearing the shout, Zhang Weijun raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was already 2:30 p.m. the next day.

Ulaanbaatar was his destination.

As one of the five first-tier distributors handpicked by Qin Yuan and responsible for the Mongolian region, Zhang Weijun can be considered a major player in the reselling business.

But to be honest, he was a little apprehensive.

Mongolia, this piece of meat is too small!
Not to mention that the population is only a few million, the people are also poor.

Although it hasn't been affected by the later "Korean Wave" yet, and there aren't Korean buildings and Korean cars everywhere.

At that time, Mongolia was completely a vassal state of the Soviet Union.

Economy, military, technology, aid... everything depended on the Soviet Union.

For the past two or three decades, Mongolia, as the Soviet Union's junior partner, was able to enjoy a life of luxury thanks to its elder brother.

In recent years, however, the Soviet Union has been struggling to take care of itself, let alone have the resources to look after its smaller allies.
Therefore, Mongolia is poor, with vast mineral resources lying idle and undeveloped.

As a result, workers' wages have decreased.

But no matter how poor Mongolia was, the privileged class did not miss out on any of the enjoyment.

There will always be a small group of people who have money in their hands, or who can get money.

Zhang Weijun did his homework before setting off.

Therefore, he did not take much goods on his first trip to Ulaanbaatar.

They only wholesaled two thousand pairs of jeans and four hundred leather jackets from Far East Trade.

Of the 500,000 yuan Zhao Shanhe gave him to test the waters, 480,000 yuan was spent here.

The remaining 20,000 yuan was spent on train tickets and currency exchange, and most of it was gone.

Fortunately, he had some family wealth and five trustworthy brothers by his side, so he wasn't exactly poor.

"Brothers, wake up! Get ready to get off the bus!" Zhang Weijun patted the few people next to him who were still dozing off.

Several young men rubbed their sleepy eyes and sat up, yawning.

"Brother Jun, have we arrived?" a stocky young man asked.

"Yes, Ulaanbaatar," Zhang Weijun said in a deep voice. "When we get off the bus, everyone be on your guard, keep a close eye on your belongings, and be careful. There are plenty of petty thieves out there, so don't let anyone steal your things!"

"Brother Jun, don't worry. In Yanjing, who are we men afraid of? These Mongols were just Outer Khalkha people a hundred years ago, occupying the northern desert. Now they claim to be the rightful heirs of the Mongols. It's laughable. We are the genuine descendants of the Golden Family."

The speaker, who clearly had Mongolian features, was named Bao Ri.

He is of Mongolian ethnicity, but he grew up in Beijing and speaks with a strong Beijing accent; he has long been Sinicized.

Not only him, but there are actually quite a few Mongolians in Yanjing. Zhang Weijun grew up in a compound and came into contact with all sorts of people from all walks of life, following his elder brothers. Bao Ri is his childhood friend with whom he grew up.

I brought him along on this trip to Mongolia specifically because of his language advantage.

Just then, the train blew its horn, followed by the sound of brakes, and slowly came to a stop at the platform with a clatter.

Zhang Weijun turned around and looked at Bao Ri and the other four, telling them to get ready.

But to their surprise, the peaceful disembarkation did not occur.

Instead, as soon as they arrived at the station, a huge crowd of people pushed forward on the platform.

These people completely blocked the train car doors near the platform!
"Are you in stock? Are you in stock?"

"Jeans! Overcoats! Down jackets! Leather jackets!"

"Canned food! Candy! Chocolate!"

"Buy at a high price! Buy them all at a high price!"

Various languages ​​are mixed together.

Mongolian, Mandarin, and even Russian with a heavy accent!
Countless hands reached out of the car windows, and countless eyes greedily scanned the luggage racks and packages inside the carriage!

Zhang Weijun and his five brothers behind him were all stunned!
What... what's going on?!

Last time they took the K3 to Moscow, they didn't get off in Ulaanbaatar, but they did see the platform through the train window.

It was deserted back then; there weren't that many people. Why was it so crazy?
What they didn't know was that the shocking crime committed by Gade's gang on the K3 highway a while back had not only been widely reported in China, but also reprinted in newspapers in cities along the K3 highway, including Mongolia and the Soviet Union! These reports, in addition to exaggerating the viciousness of Gade's gang, also emphasized the popularity of the K3 "golden road"!

Countless middlemen from Yanjing, carrying a dazzling array of goods, would disembark at stations along the way and resell them for several times or even dozens of times the original price!

These reports, like sparks, instantly ignited the get-rich-quick dreams of locals in Ulaanbaatar, overseas Chinese, and even those passing through the Soviet Union!
They keenly realized that this train was a flowing gold mine!

As long as you can snag the goods, you can make a fortune by reselling them!

Zhang Weijun watched the frenzied buying scene before him and listened to the rising and falling prices around him.

He was stunned.

Countless traders on the K3 train looked at the enthusiastic Mongolians, Chinese, and Russians on the platform.

Senseless.

Everyone was confused.

Everyone had only one thought in their minds:
Damn it! I brought way too little!

The market here is much larger than they imagined.

At that moment, Wu Weiguo and Binzi, who were in carriage number one, were also disturbed by the commotion on the platform.

They squeezed to the car window, looking at the huge crowds outside, the scene of people rushing to buy things. The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise.

"Binzi, this...this is a much bigger event than the last time we came!" Wu Weiguo exclaimed in amazement.

Binzi frowned slightly, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd on the platform: "Yes, the case of Jia Dai has had a huge impact. It's probably all over now. People along the line probably all know that this K3 line is speeding along with gold!"

Wu Weiguo nodded, a solemn look on his face: "From now on... it's likely to become more and more lively, and also more and more turbulent."

Binzi didn't speak, but his eyes revealed the same worry.

As the earliest traders on the K3 line, they were all too aware of the risks and opportunities along this route.

However, what shocked them even more was yet to come.

Ulaanbaatar is just the beginning!
For the rest of the journey, the K3 train felt like a mobile supermarket!

Naushki, this is the border station between the Soviet Union and Mongolia.

As soon as the train came to a stop, the Soviet border vendors and local residents who had been waiting swarmed onto it!

They traded rubles, vodka, and even furs for Chinese-made jeans, leather jackets, and candy!
Language barrier? No problem! Gestures and a calculator are the best communication tools!

Irkutsk, a city on the shores of Lake Baikal.

As a major city in Siberia, it has a relatively dense population. At this moment, the platform is crowded with local residents wearing thick cotton-padded coats and middlemen with a keen sense of smell.

Their goal was clear: to directly target middlemen carrying large quantities of goods and buy them up in bulk!

The price is significantly higher than in Ulaanbaatar!
Even at a small station like Taishet, the enthusiasm remains undiminished.

Several local bigwigs, along with their henchmen, went directly to Zhang Weijun, a primary distributor, in an attempt to negotiate large-scale wholesale deals!

Not to mention Novosibirsk, the largest city in Siberia, where the platforms are even larger and the crowds are even more massive.

In addition to ordinary citizens and middlemen, there were even people dressed in uniforms who appeared to be official procurement personnel!

They had a list in hand and negotiated directly with the middlemen; the demand was astonishing!

In Yekaterinburg, the central city of the Ural region, the scene on the platform reached a new climax!
The crowd almost completely surrounded the train, and the shouts of vendors and the sounds of bargaining were deafening!
Goods are decreasing at a visible rate!
Many small-time traders didn't even need to get off the train; they would sell all the goods they were carrying right there on the platform, clutching thick rubles and beaming with joy!

As the K3 traveled from Kirov into the European part of the country, its purchasing power increased.

More well-dressed men who looked like "bosses" appeared on the platform. They were generous spenders and particularly interested in leather jackets and high-end clothing.

Every stop was packed with people! Every stop was bustling with activity!
The speculators were like they'd been injected with adrenaline!

Some people, eager to get things done, dump their goods on the platform and are content with the cash.

Some people are driven by profit. First-tier distributors like Zhang Weijun, or ambitious second-tier distributors, get off their vehicles carrying large bags and set up temporary stalls in the local area, trying to sell at higher prices.

Some people, seeing this lively scene, were envious and eager, with only one thought in their minds:
Make money! Make even more money! I must buy more goods when I get back!
Wu Weiguo and Binzi watched all of this in silence.

They watched as the middlemen, their faces flushed with excitement, counted their money.

Watching those distributors carrying large bags of goods disappear into the crowds at the foreign train station;
Looking at those greedy, anxious, and longing faces on the platform...

An unprecedented feeling rose within them.

Eighty tons of goods, if left in the Yanjing market, might take a week or even a month to be sold.

But on this K3 line that runs through Eurasia, with more than thirty thirsty stations, it only took six days and six nights!
This train, like a greedy dragon, is devouring the torrent of goods from China at an astonishing speed!
Wherever it goes, it leaves behind a mountain of wealth and ever-expanding desires!
“Clang…Clang…”

The train slowed down again.

Binzi looked up at the bus stop sign flashing past the window—Vladimir.

He took a deep breath and said to Wu Weiguo beside him:
"Wei Guo, get ready."

"Next stop, Moscow."

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