My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 127 calls on all the traders along the K3 line to come to Moscow.
Kuibyshev Aircraft Plant, Office of the Design Bureau Chief.

After several rounds of intense and meticulous negotiations, the final solution was settled:
Far East Trade exchanged 800 railcars of various daily necessities for seven of the latest Tu-154 passenger planes from the Kuibyshev Aircraft Plant!

The contract was signed, but the ink was still wet.

Alexei Tupolev put down his pen, his face not showing the expected ease, but rather a complex expression that was hard to describe.

He personally escorted Qin Yuan out of the factory gate, the cold wind along the Volga River whipping up his graying temples.

“Mr. Qin…” Alexei’s voice was low and hoarse with a hint of weariness, “You gave me a difficult problem, but you also helped me solve a difficult problem.”

He looked toward the huge assembly workshop in the distance, where several Tu-154 passenger planes that had completed final assembly and were waiting for delivery were parked, their silver-gray fuselages reflecting the cold winter sun.

"The planes are ready here. As long as China allows entry and the relevant procedures are completed, you can take both planes back directly."

He paused, then added, "We will complete the commissioning and delivery of the remaining five aircraft within three months, as stipulated in the contract."

In Kuibyshev, everything is lacking except for readily available airplanes.

The enormous production capacity, once the pride of the Soviet aviation industry, has now become a heavy burden.

These stockpiled Figure-154s have finally found buyers.

Qin Yuan extended his hand and shook hands firmly with the weathered veteran designer: "Director Tupolev, thank you for your trust and cooperation. The Far East Trade Association will strictly fulfill the contract, and the supplies will be delivered to Kuibyshev as soon as possible and in sufficient quantity."

His tone was sincere, carrying respect for this true patriot.

"Director Tupolev," Qin Yuan suddenly stopped before parting, looking directly into Alexei's deep, weary eyes, and asked a question that surprised everyone:
"Do you think the dignity of ordinary people is more important, or the rise of the nation?"

This question, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattered the atmosphere of farewell.

Not only was Alexei stunned, but even Section Chief Shemiao, who was accompanying him and had a look of joy on his face as the deal was completed, froze instantly, his smile frozen on his face.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Alexei Tupolev slowly raised his head, looked at the gray sky, and then glanced at the figures of the workers outside the factory gate, wrapped in tattered cotton-padded coats and hurrying about.

He paused for a moment, his gaze sharpening and resolute once more.
“If I had a choice…” his voice was deep and powerful, “I believe the rise of the nation is more important! Only when a nation is truly strong and stands tall among the nations of the world can it provide solid protection for its people and have the right to talk about the dignity of its common people!”

His words were resounding, carrying the idealism characteristic of the older generation of Soviets and their deep concern for the fate of the nation.

"But..." he changed the subject, his voice filled with helplessness and heaviness, "...reality..."

He didn't continue, but just sighed softly.

That sigh contained so much.

The Soviet Union today is in chaos, its industry is in decline, its brain drain is occurring, and people are living in poverty...

The nation's "rise" seems a distant dream, and the "dignity of ordinary people" is even more out of the question.

Qin Yuan looked at the stubborn old man, and then at the factory managers behind him with their various expressions.

Their eyes gleamed with a longing for resources and an urgent desire to improve their lives.

He spoke calmly:
"Director Tupolev, this issue has never been a one-way choice. As you said, only when a great power rises can ordinary people have dignity. But now..."

His gaze swept over everyone present, his voice clear and steady:
"Everyone is making choices for survival, for their family, and for their future in their own way."

"You don't need to feel guilty about your choice. The supplies you obtained by trading airplanes can feed and clothe hundreds of thousands of working families in Kuibyshev, keep this factory that once supported the backbone of the Soviet Union running, and prevent those precious aviation technologies from being completely lost."

"This in itself is preserving the spark for the future of this country."

Alexei Tupolev's body trembled slightly. He looked deeply at Qin Yuan, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything more, only slowly nodding.

On a flight to Moscow.

Outside the porthole stretched the vast, boundless Siberian snowfield, with clouds drifting slowly below.

Qin Yuan leaned back in his comfortable chair, flipping through a thick document.

This is a list of material requirements submitted over the past few days by the Soviet Aviation Administration, Tupolev Design Bureau, Kuibyshev Aircraft Plant, and various supporting factories in Kuibyshev.

Turning the pages one by one, I felt very happy.

He certainly wouldn't buy everything; he would focus on canned goods, kvass, Jeanswest, candy, leather shoes, thermos flasks, and major light industrial products.

In his previous life, Mu Qizhong traded 500 train cars of supplies for four airplanes, earning nearly 100 million RMB and becoming a legend.

But Qin Yuan's operation this time is on an even larger scale!

Eight hundred railcars of supplies were exchanged for seven Tu-154 aircraft! More importantly, most of the core supplies were products owned by Far East Trade or products that it deeply controlled in the supply chain, with profit margins far exceeding those of the Mu Qizhong era!
Qin Yuan roughly estimated that, after deducting all costs, the net profit of this transaction would conservatively be no less than 200 million RMB!

It could even be higher!

The exact figures will only be available after the final list of materials to be procured and the transportation costs to be calculated.

In any case, this was a super profit that was enough to leverage the strategic layout of Far East trade in the Soviet Union and even the whole of Eastern Europe!
"The most urgent task is to immediately start the procurement and transportation of the first batch of supplies!" Qin Yuan thought to himself.

Thinking of this, Qin Yuan immediately turned on the light screen and contacted the Crown Prince.

[I am Jingye]: The seven planes in Moscow have been arranged. You need to notify Sichuan Airlines to obtain the air permits, and two planes will arrive at Chengdu Airport first.

Moscow and Yanjing are five hours apart in time.

It was one o'clock in the afternoon in Qin Yuan's area, and the sun was shining brightly.

It was only 8 a.m. in Yanjing.

The crown prince, who was not in the habit of waking up early, was in bed at the moment, but upon seeing this message, he suddenly jumped out of bed.

"Seven planes, and the deal was reached so quickly?"

A look of immense shock flashed in his eyes.

He was able to quickly secure aircraft orders from Sichuan Airlines and Xiamen Airlines thanks to the two airlines' demand for aircraft and his family connections.

But how exactly did "Master Jing" manage to do it so quickly?

He's only been in Moscow for a short time.

But the next message Qin Yuan sent startled him even more.

[I am Jingye]: I've already reached an agreement with the Soviet Civil Aviation Authority; all seven aircraft will be purchased through a barter system. Your Highness, I'd like to request that you purchase 500 truckloads of canned meat, canned fruit, and various light industrial products domestically and send them to the Soviet Union. Is that possible? I'll send you the product catalog later.

Gulu!

The prince looked at the text and swallowed hard.

He was certainly aware of the huge interest rate difference between the two payment methods: direct purchase with currency and barter.

The only difference with currency purchases is the exchange rate; the returns are clear, but the profits are limited.

But there are so many profit margins that can be made by bartering.

The wholesale price from the factory is one price, and the retail price is another.

It had one price in China, but a different price when it was sold to the Soviet Union.

No wonder, Mr. Jing said before that he didn't need to use US dollars to pay, RMB was fine.

An airplane costs 100 million RMB. If purchased through barter, and handled properly, the profit per airplane would be at least 30 to 40 million RMB.

If you own your own source of goods, the profit will be even greater.

Ironically, the crown prince himself owned his own cannery.

He has the ability to obtain special permits and acquire other light industrial products at internal prices.

Although the dual-track pricing system was gradually abolished by the late 1980s, some state-owned factories still operate under a dual-track system of market and planned pricing even now.

This has no impact on other people.

However, for someone like the Crown Prince, who comes from a privileged background, there are far more options available.

He was fully capable of obtaining large quantities of supplies at internal prices and then exporting them to the Soviet Union.

Would Qin Yuan not know these things?

Would Master Jing not know?
No, I definitely know.

The prince was deeply moved and quickly typed out a line of text.

[Prince of Yanjing]: Master Jing, there's nothing to say. Don't worry, I'll take care of the 500 truckloads of supplies. They'll be at the best prices. I have connections with canneries, candy factories, and thermos flask factories. I'll make sure you don't lose out.

Five hundred truckloads of supplies, a business worth hundreds of millions.

Since he, the crown prince, came to this game, he has never done such a large business.

Why would I need a profit share? This is the maximum profit share Qin Yuan can give me.

On the plane, Qin Yuan could imagine just how excited the Crown Prince was, just by looking at the text the Crown Prince had sent on the screen.

Indeed, such a large deal could cause anyone's ranking to rise rapidly.

But Qin Yuan didn't actually mind letting the Crown Prince get a larger share of the profits.

There are two main reasons. The first is the Crown Prince's own network of connections.

They contributed significantly to this "canned food for airplanes" project.

Secondly, by utilizing the Crown Prince's official connections, supplies could be delivered to the Soviet Union quickly, saving him a lot of trouble.

But the most important point is actually the third one.

The lion's share of the profits definitely went to Qin Yuan himself.

He received 700 million yuan in cash from Sichuan Airlines and Xiamen Airlines, and then he paid the prince money to buy canned goods.

The money he spent was definitely less than the money he would have spent on supplies in the market.

Because he couldn't possibly get a lower price than the Crown Prince.

But the most crucial thing is not actually the wealth acquired.

Rather, it's an achievement point.

Achievement points earned by completing the "Canned Food for an Airplane" epic achievement.

This was Qin Yuan's greatest gain.

As I was thinking about these things, the plane had already arrived in Moscow.

"Brother Yuan, we've arrived."

Ma Gan'er cautiously reminded them from behind that Ma Gan'er and Makov would be accompanying them on this trip as usual, but they wouldn't be doing much work on the Kuibyshev trip.

Qin Yuan opened his eyes, looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, and nodded.

Binzi, Wu Weiguo, Chen Jianhua, and others had already received a phone call informing them of the flight time.

So they were already waiting at the terminal, and when they saw Qin Yuan and his group come out, they immediately waved to them.

"Brother Yuan, over here."

Chen Jianhua was the most enthusiastic, with a bright smile on his face.

But Binzi and Wu Weiguo's faces were etched with an indelible layer of sorrow and suppressed anger.

Even from a distance, Qin Yuan could see the thoughts hidden on their faces.

"elder brother"

"Brother Yuan."

When Binzi and Wu Weiguo saw Qin Yuan, they finally smiled and took the luggage from Magan'er.

"So, did the business deal in Kuibyshev go through?"

"Yes, I heard from Jianhua that you were talking about a big deal. How big is it?"

The two asked the question one after the other.

Before Qin Yuan could speak, Ma Gan'er laughed and said, "Hehe, Brother Bin, Brother Weiguo, you would never guess that this time our Brother Yuan bought airplanes from the Soviets."

Upon hearing the word "airplane," Binzi and Wu Weiguo's eyes widened instantly.

Although Chen Jianhua had some guesses, Qin Yuan's purpose in going to Kuibyshev was most likely related to heavy machinery.

But I never expected it to be for buying a plane!
His eyes widened as well: "Brother Yuanyuan, you bought a plane?"

Qin Yuan didn't answer their questions, but instead looked at Binzi: "What happened? Has something gone wrong in Moscow while I was away?"

Upon hearing Qin Yuan's question, the surprise and joy on the faces of the three people faded considerably.

Binzi frowned and said, "Brother Yuan, you know those Caucasians at the train station, right?"

"Recently, this group of Caucasians drove the Tomahawk truck out of the Yaroslavl railway station and now they have monopolized this prime location. They have given all Chinese people in Moscow a strict order that all goods must be transported by their trucks, and they will take a cut of every shipment. Even our Far East Trade Center has received this notice."

After hearing this, Qin Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at Chen Jianhua: "How many of those Caucasians are there?"

“There are three or four hundred people, and more than ten vehicles, including trucks and taxis. They are very united. They used to be somewhat wary of us and treated us differently.”

"But ever since they defeated the local Slavic gangs, they've become increasingly arrogant, trying to extract even more profits from the train station."

“I think… the commission is still within my acceptable range. If we confront them head-on, it will only disrupt business. Perhaps it’s better to settle things peacefully…” he tried to explain his compromise.

Qin Yuan suddenly laughed after hearing this: "Jianhua, you've always been studying and have never been out in the world. You don't know how these scum who exploit the lower class are so ruthless."

"You can't back down from these people. If you back down, you'll fall into an abyss! The more you back down, the more they'll see you as easy prey!"

“The people I’ve paid to support, like Andrei, are not just for show. So many of us Chinese are now walking around Moscow, and we’re not just cattle to be slaughtered.”

He abruptly turned to Binzi, his voice decisive: "Go, make the calls, send the telegrams! Notify all the middlemen on the K3 line—"

"Tell me, Qin Yuan, to summon them to Moscow!"

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(End of this chapter)