My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 125 We've come to Moscow? Did we come to the wrong place?
Moscow, on the surface, seems to have not changed much.

There are always long queues in front of state-run department stores. People are wrapped in heavy winter clothes, their faces are numb, and their eyes are empty as they stare at the few and expensive goods in the shop windows.

The shelves were still empty, with only the most basic necessities, carrying the sense of scarcity unique to the planned economy era.

There seemed to be fewer drunkards on the street, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that many of them were holding a brown plastic bottle.

The sign above is very eye-catching—Far East Kvass.

However, those drunkards with glazed eyes and unsteady gait were mostly drinking something other than regular kvass.

They were looking for the kind of "Tsar Kvass" that had added hops, a stronger taste, and a slightly tipsy feeling.

This beverage, originally reserved for the privileged and wealthy, has now become a source of comfort for the lower classes, a cheap substitute for alcohol.

In short supply!

The supply of Tsarist kvass in Moscow was always tight.

Huge demand spurred a black market trade, causing prices to multiply several times over.

Many ordinary workers and retired elderly people would rather save the money they would have spent on bread to buy a bottle of "Tsar" wine, just to experience a moment of false warmth and intoxication on a cold winter night.

However, the biggest changes in Moscow are not in the open, but in the shadows beneath this seemingly chaotic yet "orderly" landscape.

Gangs!

The word spread like a plague through Moscow's underworld.

The Soviet Union was teetering on the brink of collapse, with its constituent republics becoming increasingly alienated and unstable.

Countless restless people, like vultures smelling blood, flocked from the Baltic states, the Caucasus Mountains, the Central Asian states of Stanislavsky, and the turbulent lands of Ukraine to the heart of this former empire—Moscow!

They brought with them their own ambitions, ruthlessness, and survival rules.

Train stations, markets, abandoned factories, and remote streets... these places have become new "territories," divided and fought over by different gangs.

The Slavic group, leveraging its local advantages and connections, entrenched itself in the core area.

Caucasians are known for their toughness and solidarity, and they control specific markets and transportation routes.

The Stanislavs from Central Asia, with their large numbers and resilience, have established themselves in the low-end labor market and certain neighborhoods.

The chaos is no longer just the calls for independence in the Baltic states, nor is it just the turmoil in the peripheral republics.

It has penetrated deep into the heart of the Soviet Union.

However, this chaos is "invisible" to those in higher positions.

Or rather, it is "unimportant".

What they care about is the change of power, the division of the political landscape, and the power struggles on the international stage.

For the ordinary people on the platform, wrapped in tattered cotton-padded coats, with anxious or greedy eyes, politics is too distant.

Every day they face food shortages, soaring prices, struggles for survival, and... the ever-present threat of gangs and the violence that follows.

Yaroslavl Railway Station, Platform 9.

This place has become one of the most fiercely contested focal points in Moscow's underworld!

The reason is simple—K3!

This international train, which came from the far East, is no longer just a simple means of transportation.

It was given a new name – “Gold Train”!
It was loaded with in-demand goods from China: jeans, leather jackets, down jackets, candy, canned goods...

In resource-scarce Moscow, these are hard currency!

It's flowing gold!
The enormous wealth effect attracted countless greedy eyes.

Local gangs, outlaws from all over the world, and speculators who have sensed a business opportunity are all keeping a close eye on the moment this train arrives!

Baliyev, the leader of the Caucasian gang.

At this moment, he stood in the shadow of a huge stone pillar at the edge of the platform, an unlit cigar dangling from his mouth, his gaze like a cold blade, sweeping over the throng of people on the platform.

Among these people were middlemen from China, local Moscow dealers and "buyers," speculators from various places, and ordinary people who came to pick up relatives and friends.

The crowd was restless, like water about to boil.

Baliev's gaze swept past the masses and landed on the other side of the platform.

There, another group of people stood.

They were dressed in matching black tracksuits, tall and arrogant, with eyes that held the coldness and ferocity characteristic of the Slavs.

The leader was a burly man with long blond hair; he was the head of the "Tomahawk," a local Slavic gang in Moscow, in this area.

The two groups' gazes met in the air, silent yet filled with undisguised hostility and hostility.

Everyone wants to monopolize the wealth brought by the "golden train"!

Or at least get the biggest slice of the cake!
Yaroslavl Railway Station, this treasure land connecting to the wealth of the East, has long been a battleground for various gangs.

Every arrival of the K3 train could trigger a war without gunfire, or... a bloody conflict!

Baliev slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and the cold white mist dissipated in the air.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a silver lighter, and lit the cigar in his mouth with a "snap".

The orange-red flames leaped.

Suddenly, a long whistle sounded from not far away.

Woo.
Upon hearing this voice, Baliev's eyes lit up.

He extinguished the cigar he had just lit with two fingers.

The prey has arrived.

At the same time, Chen Jianhua stood at the edge of the platform, his gaze sweeping over Baliev, who was smoking a cigar in the shadow of a stone pillar, and then over the group of arrogant Slavs in black tracksuits on the other side.

The two groups of people were like ferocious beasts facing each other. Although they did not clash directly, their cold hostility and undisguised greed pressed down on the entire platform as if they were a tangible force.

Chen Jianhua's heart sank.

These people are the biggest destabilizing factor in Far East trade in Moscow!
Yaroslavl Railway Station has never been a peaceful place, but since the K3 "Golden Train" gained fame, it has become even more unsettling.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his unease, turned around, and said in a deep voice to Zhang Wei, Wang Haiyang, Andrei, and the others who were standing guard behind him: "When you're moving and transporting goods, be quick and try not to get into any conflicts with these people!"

"If anything happens, let Andrei and his team handle it. Our goal is to get the goods back to the warehouse safely and quickly!"

Zhang Wei and Wang Haiyang exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

They were very clear about the quantity of this shipment.

The two nodded vigorously: "Jianhua, don't worry! We both know what's important!"

Andrei nodded solemnly, "Manager Chen, don't worry, with us here, these thugs won't be able to get close to the company's goods."

After saying that, he silently took a step forward with the thirty equally capable retired soldiers behind him, who exuded military aura.

This is already a platoon-sized unit, and they're all from special forces.

They wore uniform dark-colored uniforms, exuding a calm and reserved aura that inspired awe.

This security team is the core force in Moscow that Qin Yuan spared no expense in building.

Andrei used his connections in the army to recruit these veterans who had lost their way due to the turmoil in the Soviet Union.

The generous treatment and clear responsibilities offered by Far East Trade provided them with a place to settle down and make a difference.

Although there are only 32 people now, the number is still increasing.

Qin Yuan provided Chen Jianhua with the greatest support in terms of security resources.

"They're here!" Chen Jianhua's gaze sharpened as he looked towards the end of the railway tracks.

With a screeching sound of brakes and a loud metallic scraping noise, the K3 international train, like a weary beast, slowly pulled into the platform and finally came to a stop.

"Wow——!"

As soon as the train came to a stop, the crowd on the platform, who had been unable to contain themselves, surged toward the doors of each carriage like a flood bursting its banks!

Screams, shouts, and shoving erupted instantly!

Surprisingly, neither Baliev nor Vasily's group immediately joined the looting.

They remained standing in place, their eyes coldly fixed on the chaotic crowd, a hint of mockery even playing on their lips.

the reason is simple.

There is only one exit at the station!
To transport goods out, you must use a vehicle!
The transport vehicles around the train station had already been divided and controlled by the two major gangs!
This was their real purpose in vying for the "prime location" of the train station—to monopolize logistics and rake in money! Chen Jianhua, however, ignored them and, taking advantage of the chaos, his group moved swiftly!
"Brother Bin and Brother Weiguo are in carriage number one! Go pick them up first!" Chen Jianhua shouted in a low voice.

Andrei immediately led two team members to clear a path, parting the crowded people like sharp knives.

Chen Jianhua, Zhang Wei, and Wang Haiyang followed closely behind and quickly squeezed to the door of carriage number one.

The car door opened, and Wu Weiguo and Binzi, looking travel-worn, were the first to jump off the train.

Upon seeing Chen Jianhua and Andrei, both men wore relieved smiles.

"Jianhua, Andrei!" Binzi patted Chen Jianhua's shoulder hard. "Have a safe journey, all the goods are in the transport car!"

"follow me."

Chen Jianhua nodded and followed behind.

Looking at them, Wu Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief.

They were on tenterhooks the whole way.

Under the strong protection of Andrei's security team, the group moved against the surging crowd, making a difficult but determined effort towards the cargo car at the rear of the train.

The cargo area was relatively spacious, and upon seeing this, Chen Jianhua immediately ordered the truck to be brought over.

A short while later, eight trucks stopped in front of the transport vehicle.

Wu Weiguo, with his sharp eyes, noticed the "special" flags hanging on several vehicles and asked, "Jianhua, what's the origin of these vehicles?"

What does it mean to hang an axe and a hammer?

Chen Jianhua explained helplessly, "The axe is the flag of the local Slavic gang, the Battle Axe, while the hammer belongs to the Caucasians."

Wu Weiguo thought of the bald man and the blond Slavic man at the train station.

"You mean them? Now they even dare to threaten our Far East Trade?"

Chen Jianhua sighed and quickly explained to Binzi and Wu Weiguo in a low voice, "Brother Weiguo, Brother Binzi, Moscow is too chaotic right now. The train station is a battleground for gangs, and blood is shed every day!"

"To minimize trouble and avoid being harassed, we can only use a portion of their vehicles... that's the rule!"

Binzi and Wu Weiguo frowned deeply as they looked at the four trucks that clearly bore gang markings, but they understood that they were forced to do so by the circumstances.

Andrei remained expressionless, only scanning his surroundings with sharp eyes to ensure safety.

"Okay, let's move the goods!"

Binzi held down the restless Wu Weiguo and said in a deep voice.

"Move the goods!" Chen Jianhua ordered.

Part-time students from the campus team, as well as porters, got off the vehicle.

Zhang Wei and Wang Haiyang were in charge of the operation, while Andrei led his men to maintain order in the surrounding area.

More than forty tons of goods, enough to move for a long time.

However, Binzi and Wu Weiguo did not leave. Instead, they found a place to sit down and chatted while asking, "Jianhua, how many days has it been since my brother and the others arrived?"

Binzi was asking about Qin Yuan.

Although Qin Yuan was two days later, he was traveling by plane, which was much faster than their six-day, six-night train journey.

"He arrived the day before yesterday," Chen Jianhua said, his tense face finally relaxing a little when Qin Yuan was mentioned.

“While you were gone, our campus team mainly sold kvass. After Yuan Ge arrived in Moscow, he told us to stop selling kvass in small quantities and let others do it.”

"We then began looking for channels, shops, department stores, and retail outlets to prepare for large-scale sales of Jeanswest."

"Because Jeanswest had promoted the products in advance, everything went very smoothly. Once the goods arrived, they could be bought and sold immediately."

Binzi nodded repeatedly as he listened. They had brought forty tons of goods this time, and they certainly couldn't sell them in the same scattered way as before.

Now we have to sell them wholesale, like in Yanjing, to distributors and dealers of all sizes.

However, Moscow and the surrounding areas do not require such complexity.

One is that there is a huge market, with department stores and various shops urgently needing to replenish their stock.

Another factor is the proliferation of campus networks, where students, their families, and their networks can act as distributors.

The fact that Qin Yuan entrusted Chen Jianhua with these tasks demonstrates his trust in him.

"Where's Brother Yuan?" Wu Weiguo asked instinctively. "Where did Brother Yuan go? I haven't seen him."

Chen Jianhua glanced around and whispered, "Brother Yuan went to Kubyshev, saying he's going to discuss a big business deal."

As they were talking, bags of clothing bearing the "Jeanswest" logo were loaded onto the truck.

Baliev and Vasily watched this scene from afar, their eyes burning with fervor.

They learned from the truck driver they had sent that Far East Trade had delivered nothing but high-end jeans and leather jackets this time!
Extremely valuable!
Those piles of bags were like a moving gold mine to them!

But they refrained from making a move.

Far East trade is not something that can be easily manipulated by small-time traders. Andrei's well-equipped and imposing security team is the best deterrent!

More importantly, Far East Trade is their "major customer" and a source of stable income!

For the sake of long-term interests, they can temporarily suppress their greed and maintain a facade of "cooperation".

However, this does not mean they will let other "easy targets" go!
Baliev's gaze immediately turned like that of a hungry wolf to the other traders who were stuck in the crowd on the platform, looking panicked and helpless!
Chaos escalated instantly!
"Everyone, everyone, listen up."

"Want to get out? You'll have to ride in one of our Caucasian cars!"

"Everyone wants to get rich. If you are good and I am good, then everyone will be good."

Baliev was only after money, making money by shipping goods at high prices.

But the Tomahawk fighters on the other side were quite fierce.

They want more than just money; they want the goods too.

They didn't just rob us directly; instead, they used coercion and enticement to drive down the price.

If it's really sold, then the middleman who came all this way won't make much money.

In an instant, conflict arose.

There aren't many honest people among those who come to Moscow to work as traders.

Wang Laizi and Pang Ge were among this group of black marketeers.

They were very resentful that they hadn't obtained the qualifications of first- or second-tier distributors for Far East Trade.

I thought it was just a trip on the K3.
Other dealers can only operate in specific regions, so they buy a batch of goods directly, head straight to Moscow, and make a big profit.

The idea is good, but the reality is cruel.

Wang Laizi and Pang Ge stared blankly at the two menacing local bandits before them.

Such blatant forced buying and selling makes no sense at all; they're forcing people to take unlicensed taxis.

If this happened in Yanjing (Beijing), he would have been taught a lesson long ago.

But now.
Is nobody going to do anything about it?
“Brothers, we’re all just trying to make a living,” Wang Laizi said, sending one of his men, who could speak Russian, to try to negotiate.

Before the subordinate could finish speaking, he was struck on the head with a club, immediately bleeding profusely from his head.

moment.

Cries, pleas for mercy, angry shouts, and sounds of fighting mingled together on the platform!
And under the incredulous gazes of Wang Laizi, Pang Ge, and the others.

The uniformed train station staff just watched from a distance, some even turning away indifferently, while others simply hid in the duty room, seemingly ignoring the chaos before them.

What the hell? This is the Soviet Union, this is Moscow?

They didn't come to the wrong place?
Wang Laizi and Pang Ge exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock.

Pang Ge pointed in the direction of Binzi and the others and shouted, "Why? Why are you only stopping us? Why aren't you taking care of them?"

He was very indignant. They were all from Yenching, so why were they being treated differently by these Soviets?

Even if they are being extorted, it would be reasonable for all of them to be extorted, and only then could they feel at peace with themselves.
But to everyone's surprise, the long-haired guy with a battle axe tattooed on his chest slapped him across the face.

"You scum, how dare you compare yourselves to Far East trade?"

This blond-haired Russian was actually speaking Chinese.

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(End of this chapter)