My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 130 Since the Soviet Union has abandoned its rules, then we shall abide by my rules, Qin Yuan's rules.

Binzi held a thick, blood-stained wooden stick in his hand, looking down at all the Caucasians below.

Wu Weiguo stood beside him, with the unconscious bald man, Ge Li, at his feet.

Behind the two, Zhang Weijun, Zhu Dayong, Pan Ge, and hundreds of Chinese black marketeers, like a silent tide, tightly surrounded the remaining dozen or so Caucasian thugs!
The ground was littered with groaning Caucasians. Andrei's security team stood guard with weapons on the perimeter, completely sealing off the scene and blocking all prying eyes.

However, voyeurs are everywhere.

In the shadows outside the train station, members of other gangs, large and small, from Moscow all came over.

Slavic "Tomahawk Gangs," Central Asian "Brotherhoods," and even some local small gangs...

Hidden in the crowd or behind pillars, they witnessed the bloody yet efficient crackdown.

Seeing this scene sent chills down my spine.

No one expected it.

Baliev, the Caucasian wolf king, was actually defeated by the Chinese.

"Victor"

A man with a ferocious battle axe tattooed on his cheek spoke in a dry voice; he was one of the leaders of the "Battle Axe Gang."

He stared at the slaughterhouse-like scene on the platform, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty. "Do you think... we can still take back this territory?"

The long-haired man was a member of the Tomahawk gang who had previously fought with Baliev for control of the train station.

His face still bore bruises and scars. He shook his head and said, "Brother, one Chinese man is a dragon, but when they gather, they become worms. But if there is a strong leader, it's a completely different story. Their cohesion and fighting power are something we can't resist."

"You mean Qin from the Far East Trade?" The tattooed man frowned, his eyes filled with intense resentment.

“I have carefully studied the rise of this group of Chinese middlemen, and it can be said that it was almost entirely dependent on the rise of Far East trade.”

The long-haired man spoke Chinese and knew far more than the tattooed man. He calmly said, "With just one phone call, Qin can summon hundreds of men who are willing to fight and kill from thousands of miles away. This kind of appeal... this kind of cohesion... this kind of fighting power is something we can't compete with!"

"And boss, don't forget, Far East Trade does all legitimate business in Moscow, much cleaner than we do."

Just then, a commotion and shouts suddenly arose from the perimeter: "The police are here! The police are here!"

The piercing sound of police sirens grew louder as several blue and white police cars, flashing their lights, came to a rough stop at the entrance to the Yaroslavl train station.

"Oh no, all these Chinese people are going to be wiped out!"

The long-haired man was startled, and alarm bells went off in his mind.

Moscow police rarely deploy, but when they do, it usually signifies a swift and decisive operation to investigate major cases!
Qin Yuan and his group caused such a commotion and injured so many people; the police couldn't possibly stand idly by!
Inside the station, Zhu Dayong, Zhang Weijun, and the others turned pale the moment they saw the police car!
These middlemen, who make a living in foreign lands, are most afraid of dealing with the local police!

Imprisoned in the Soviet Union? That would be a nightmare!

But even though Baliev was lying on the ground, barely alive, and his eyes were blurred with blood, he suddenly burst forth with the last glimmer of hope!
He struggled to lift his head, making a hoarse sound in his throat, thinking that he had finally been rescued!
After all, half of the income he earned from the train station went to the station management and the police in the surrounding area.

However, what happened next left everyone speechless!

The police, who filed in one after another, ignored the Chinese men on the platform who were holding batons and covered in blood!

Their target was very clear: the Caucasians lying on the ground.

The police acted swiftly and roughly handcuffed the Caucasians who were still able to move, dragging them out like dead dogs!
Those who were unconscious were also unceremoniously taken away!

"Officer! You...you've arrested the wrong person!" Baliev roared with his last ounce of strength, his voice broken and hoarse. "I'm Baliev! I know him..."

An older police officer leading the team walked up to him, squatted down, and swept his cold gaze across his distorted face. His voice was very low: "Kid, I warned you before, don't be too arrogant."

"You've offended...someone you can't afford to offend!"

The cold handcuffs snapped shut on Balyev's wrists with a sharp crack. The excruciating pain made his vision go black, but he finally saw clearly—

Besides the police officers, three other people got out of the police car: a tall man, a retired bodyguard, and... a young man in a sharp dark suit with a composed demeanor, who was surrounded by them!

Qin Yuan!

Baliev's blood went cold instantly!

He recognized the face!

The owner of Far East Trading Company, whom he thought was just a businessman with some money!

Qin Yuan didn't even glance at Baliev on the ground, as if he were just an eyesore of garbage.

His gaze swept calmly over the prying eyes in the shadows around the platform, especially in the direction where Victor and the long-haired man were hiding. His eyes were indifferent, yet carried an invisible pressure.

As soon as he walked in, Zhu Dayong, Zhang Weijun and the others, who had been timid and hesitant, immediately brightened up.

Binzi and Wu Weiguo also quickly stepped forward.

"elder brother"

"Brother Yuan."

Qin Yuan nodded to them, then said to Zhu Dayong and the others who were slowly approaching, "Gentlemen, the Soviets have no rules here, so from now on, this train station will only have my rules, Qin Yuan's rules."

Qin Yuan's tiger-like eyes swept across the room, and no one dared to disbelieve him.

"The first rule is that compatriots must not harm each other."

He looked around at everyone: "You've all traveled thousands of miles, leaving your homes and families, to come to this frozen Soviet Union. What are you here for? To make money! And nothing but making money!"

"You cheat me today, I'll stab you in the back tomorrow. Fighting to the death over petty gains—this kind of thing never ends!"

"With this energy and ruthlessness, why not make more trips to pick up goods! Get more good products from China and from our Far East trade! What kind of money can't we make?!" The group had already witnessed Qin Yuan's influence in the Soviet Union and in Moscow.

There was, of course, no rebuttal to this statement.

Moreover, they each had a clear account of how much money they could make from importing goods from the Far East and selling them, based on the shipments made recently.

"Boss Qin!" Zhu Dayong mustered his courage and asked loudly in the crowd, "Then... then what should we do if there are bound to be some bumps and disputes among us Chinese middlemen in doing business?"

“Then come find me.” Qin Yuan said disdainfully, “Our Far East Trading Company has branches in Beijing and Moscow, and I’m sure you all know where they are.”

"I only have one request: don't cause me any trouble and ruin everyone's business."

“If something goes wrong, it won’t just ruin my livelihood, Qin Yuan’s, but the K3 line, the Far East, Moscow, and the livelihoods of all the Chinese traders in the Soviet Union.”

"So, this second point," Qin Yuan said coldly, "I don't expect everyone to be a saint, or to operate with integrity and treat everyone the young and old honestly."

"But if it's poorly made, if you take a few dollars' worth of junk and pass it off as a high-end item worth hundreds or thousands, or even counterfeit our Far East Trade brand, it will ruin the reputation of 'Made in China' and Chinese businessmen."

"Every one counts!"

"To leave the Soviet Union unscathed and unharmed, I'll consider you all commendable!"

"But even if you manage to escape back to China by chance, I have ways to find you!"

These words were cold and stern, immediately intimidating everyone present.

They had witnessed Qin Yuan's easygoing nature, but at this moment they also truly witnessed his cruel and cold-blooded side.

Sometimes that's how it is; official rules can restrict some legitimate and compliant businessmen.

However, official rules are useless for international middlemen who operate along the border and engage in gray trade.

What's truly useful are iron and blood, and countless bloody examples.

Qin Yuan doesn't want the K3 line to continue bleeding.

But right now, the blood of the Caucasians scattered all over the Yaroslavl train station is just what Qin Yuan used to sacrifice to intimidate these people.

The scene was eerily silent.

However, the moment it landed on the ground, it felt like a gentle spring breeze, making everyone present breathe a sigh of relief and smile.

"Of course, I also want to thank everyone."

"Thank you, brothers, for traveling thousands of miles to answer the call and come to Moscow from all over the country to support our Far East trade!"

"I, Qin Yuan, will remember this kindness!"

Qin Yuan's gaze swept over the faces that were still shaken but filled with anticipation: "Therefore, next month I will select five first-level distributors and ten second-level distributors again. Those of you who are interested can register at Magan'er."

"Furthermore," Qin Yuan raised his voice, offering a real incentive, "to thank everyone for their help, I have forty tons of goods in Moscow, and I will give you half of them at the Moscow wholesale price, with priority given to you."

"In addition to these leather jackets and jeans, there is also kvass."

Qin Yuan paused and said, "Some of you may know that Far East Kvass, currently the largest beverage producer in the Soviet Union, is a brand of our Far East Trade."

"Anyone interested in retailing or wholesaling kvass can contact me for wholesale orders."

"No eligibility restrictions! Anyone interested, register with Magan'er now!"

"First come, first served! Quick get yours, or you'll miss out!"

The fear and tension on the faces of Zhu Dayong, Zhang Weijun, Pan Ge, and others were instantly replaced by ecstasy!

They rushed towards the stalk!

The wholesale price in Moscow is indeed higher than the wholesale price in Yanjing, resulting in a decrease in profit margin.

However, after this period of time, they resold goods in various places.

Everyone knows it too.

Goods from Far East trade were highly sought after in the Soviet Union.

This is Qin Yuan giving them money; it's a real return for them!

Use both carrot and stick! Give a slap followed by a sweet treat!

Qin Yuan was well-versed in this.

He established his authority with the blood of Caucasians, demonstrated his power with the endorsement of the police, and drew a red line with two ironclad rules.

Finally, by offering tangible benefits, everyone was firmly bound to the great ship of Far East trade!

At this moment, the Yaroslavl Railway Station truly became the "China Station"!
Qin Yuan is the undisputed rule-maker of this station, and even the entire circle of Chinese traders in Moscow!
In the shadows outside the platform, Victor watched the dramatic scene unfold before him.

The resentment on his face completely turned into bitterness and a hint of awe.

"Let's go..."

He spoke in a hoarse voice to the long-haired man beside him.

The two exchanged a glance, then silently retreated into the deeper shadows and disappeared.

Not only him, but everyone around him dispersed one by one.

Yaroslavl Railway Station has been completely rebranded!
(End of this chapter)