My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 133 Only with absolute certainty can one feel at ease.

A secluded private café room in Moscow.

Fine snowflakes drifted outside the window; the Moscow winter night was cold and quiet.

Inside the private room, under the warm yellow light, the atmosphere carried a subtle tension and anticipation.

Ivanovich, Natasha's father, the banker who held a high position at the Moscow State Bank, was smiling as he held Elena's asset appraisal report.

“Mr. Qin,” Ivanovich said with appreciation, “with this report, getting a loan from our bank is no longer a problem.”

He picked up the coffee cup on the table, took a small sip, and looked at Qin Yuan: "Our bank manager has a very high opinion of the Kvass company... or rather, the Tsar Kvass brand."

"To be honest, he himself is a loyal consumer of Tsarist Kvass, and he always keeps several cases in his office."

He put down his cup, then subtly changed the subject: "But..."

Qin Yuan remained calm, picked up the teacup in front of him, his gaze serene as he awaited what was to come.

He knew this was the crucial point.

“Time,” Ivanovich leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice, “You want to get a cash grant of 30 million rubles immediately? That… is not very realistic.”

"The standard process involves multiple layers of approval, which would take at least half a month, or even longer."

"It's unlikely that you'll receive immediate funding."

Qin Yuan put down his teacup, a faint smile playing on his lips, and looked directly at Ivanovich: "Mr. Ivanovich, this isn't the first time we've cooperated. You are Natasha's father, so there's no need for us to beat around the bush."

"Give me a straightforward figure so that this loan will appear in Far East Trade's account by tomorrow morning?"

He knew that the Soviets' efficiency depended on their determination to get this done.

Once the higher-ups give their approval, it's a matter of each subsequent level getting faster and faster.

However, if it is submitted layer by layer from the bottom up, it requires approval.

That definitely takes time.

So the key point is whether Ivanovic and the bank manager above him will nod in agreement.

Sure enough, upon hearing Qin Yuan's words, Ivanovich no longer concealed his feelings and laughed, "If you want a loan of 25 million, I won't ask for more, just 2.5 million rubles."

Qin Yuan didn't even frown. In his view, problems that could be solved with money weren't problems at all.

Qin Yuan said directly, "How about this? I'll take out a loan of 30 million, and 5 million of that will be yours. After I buy Ochakov, when I remortgage it, I'll give you another 3 million rubles."

"But the condition is that this 30 million loan must be in the account by tomorrow morning!"

Eight million rubles!
Ivanovic's heart skipped a beat!
This far exceeded his expectations!
"Haha, Mr. Qin is indeed straightforward!" Ivanovich laughed heartily, leaning back in his chair. "No problem, absolutely no problem! With Professor Tchaikovsky's authoritative recommendation, plus his prized student Miss Elena's impeccable actuarial report, a loan of thirty million is a piece of cake!"

He added pointedly, "Moreover, the Ochakov beverage plant itself is a high-quality asset recognized by our bank."

"Let alone 30 million, even if it's 40 or 50 million, it's completely within the controllable risk range!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin, the money will definitely be in your account by tomorrow morning!"

The eight million rubles in revenue came solely from the loan approvals.

This doesn't even include the interest.

Ivanovic was overjoyed.

But Qin Yuan was also filled with excitement.

That evening, he received a call from Ivanovic.

Inform him that the matter has been completed, the formalities have been finished, and he will receive the 30 million in cash tomorrow morning.

I was thrilled to hear this good news.

A huge weight was lifted from Qin Yuan's heart, and he immediately turned to look at the people in the hotel.

Chen Jianhua, Wang Haiyang, Binzi, Wu Weiguo, Magan'er, and Ivan, who is now in charge of the production and transshipment of Far East kvass, as well as Natasha, Elena, and others were all present.

"Thirty million is in hand."

Qin Yuan's gaze fell on everyone, and then he said with a sigh of relief.

"Wow——!"

After a brief silence, the conference room erupted in suppressed cheers!
"Brother Yuan! It's done! Does that mean we can buy Ochakov right away?!"

Binzi asked impatiently, his voice trembling slightly.

Qin Yuan didn't answer immediately, but looked at Ivan. This once down-on-his-luck middle-aged man now radiated a completely new glow.

Wearing the new suit Qin Yuan gave him, he found the meaning of life.

They have their own business.

"Ivan," Qin Yuan's voice was steady and powerful, "did you meet that leader from the Industry Bureau?"

"I saw him!" Ivan immediately straightened his back and said in a loud voice, "President Qin, he really liked the top-quality suit you asked me to deliver. He tried it on right there and praised it highly!"

Qin Yuan entrusted Fang Minghai to purchase two suits at that time.

One set was given to Ivan, while the other was given to the leader of the Industrial Bureau as a greeting gift.

"What's his opinion on the 100 million acquisition price being paid in two installments?"

Qin Yuan nodded and continued to ask questions.

“He has no objections!” Ivan’s face showed a subtle expression. “Moreover… he seems to have heard about what happened at the Yaroslavl train station and is… very interested in you.”

He said he would like to meet you in person if he has the chance.

"See me?" Qin Yuan raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly understood.

Punish the Caucasian gangs, swiftly clear the area, and establish the rules for the "China Station"...

These events have stirred up a storm in the lower echelons of Moscow, and it seems that the ripples of this storm have already reached higher levels.

The Ministry of Trade, the Bureau of Industry... and even those higher up may have already taken notice of Far East Trade, and of Qin Yuan.

High-profile? Low-profile?
Qin Yuan's mind raced.

Since we can't hide it anymore, we might as well be even more high-profile!
Transform your influence into tangible protection and bargaining chips!

“Ivan,” Qin Yuan ordered decisively, “you immediately tell that leader: he will see me, Qin Yuan, at the signing ceremony for the acquisition of the Ochakov Beverage Factory!”

Upon hearing this, the meeting room fell silent once again!
Everyone stared at Qin Yuan in surprise.

They knew that, according to the original plan, Qin Yuan intended to remain behind the scenes, with Ivan acting as the legal representative of Far East Kvass to sign the contract, thus downplaying the influence of Chinese capital and avoiding unnecessary political sensitivities and potential hostility.

But now, Qin Yuan is actually going to attend the signing ceremony in person?!

A hint of appreciation flashed in Elena Shaik's azure eyes, and she spoke first: "Mr. Qin, this decision is very wise!"

Facing the puzzled looks of the crowd, she analyzed clearly and logically: "In the current wave of economic reforms in the Soviet Union, the acquisition and revitalization of an ordinary old state-owned factory is just an ordinary financial news story."

“However,” she changed the subject, her gaze fixed intently on Qin Yuan, “if you—a young entrepreneur from China who has created a business miracle in Moscow—were to personally stand on the signing table and shake hands with the leaders of the Soviet Industrial Bureau to sign the contract…”

"This will immediately become a political and economic news story with significant symbolic meaning!"

"It will be a groundbreaking event and a milestone in the history of Sino-Soviet trade!"

"Its influence will far exceed the acquisition itself! It will declare to everyone that Far East trade has a solid foundation and an unshakeable position in Moscow!"

“More importantly,” Elena’s voice carried a deeper meaning, “it will form an invisible protective umbrella. From now on, any force that wants to target Far East trade or you personally will have to consider its enormous social and political impact!”

"Concerned about the impact..." Qin Yuan repeated these four words in a low voice. Elena's words coincided with his own thoughts.

In the Soviet Union, sometimes influence was more powerful than money!

“Miss Shayk,” Qin Yuan looked at Elena, his gaze thoughtful, “how likely do you think this acquisition is to succeed?”

Elena Shayk met Qin Yuan's gaze and smiled confidently: "Nine points!"

Her voice was firm and resolute: "The funds are in place, the bank has given the green light, the leaders of the Industrial Bureau have approved it, and there is also high-level attention!"

"Plus, there's the endorsement from my teacher, Professor Tchaikovsky, and the sensational effect of your personal involvement!"

"Mr. Qin, the Ochakov Beverage Factory is already yours!"

In the conference room, everyone's breathing became heavy!

Nine out of ten chances!

It's almost a done deal!

Qin Yuan was not infected by this enthusiasm. He turned his gaze to Ivan and said calmly, "Ivan, go to the Trade Bureau again tomorrow morning and find Director Motolov. Tell him that I have prepared the money to acquire Ovtcharov and that Tsarist Kvass will be supplied to the Ministry of Trade in unlimited quantities from now on."

Nine out of ten chances?
That's not enough; he can only feel at ease when he's 100% certain.

(besides)
(End of this chapter)