My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 142 Berezovsky was deeply ashamed and embarrassed.
Western suburbs of Moscow.

Berezovsky stayed in his villa, looking out at the heavy snow, feeling inexplicably heavy-hearted.

Winter is the off-season for car sales, and his work came to a standstill.

However, the threat they face has not diminished in the slightest.

At the end of last month, gangsters planted explosives in his car, which not only destroyed his beloved vehicle but also destroyed his sense of security.

The shadow of death, like the thick snow outside the window, weighed heavily on his heart.

From that day on, he was like a frightened bird, never daring to step out of that fortress-like villa again.

Car sales? Business?

Faced with a threat to life, everything else seems pale and powerless.

“Uncle,” a young voice broke the silence in the room.

It was his nephew and assistant, Roman.

He came in carrying a carefully prepared lunch and placed it on a small round table to the side.

"Your lunch is ready. Also... your student Ivan has sent another invitation. His boss still wants to meet with you."

Berezovsky didn't turn around, his voice tinged with weariness and annoyance: "No, no."

“I have taught countless students. What good could come from them at this time? They just want a share of the profits or seek so-called ‘cooperation’.”

Roman took a few steps closer and whispered, "Uncle, Ivan said his boss might be able to help you solve the 'Tomahawk' problem."

"And I've checked, this Qin Yuan is no ordinary person. He acquired the Ochakov beverage factory and made the front page of Izvestia!"

"And those arrogant Caucasians and Chechens at the Yaroslavl train station were completely wiped out by his men!"

"I heard that those people were either sent back to their hometowns and never dared to set foot in Moscow again, or they were thrown into prison and are waiting to be sent to Siberia to grow potatoes."

"Siberia..."

Berezovsky's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

For him, a descendant of Jews, this word carried a chilling and terrifying feeling that ran deep in his bones.

It was a frozen wasteland that devoured life, the source of countless nightmares.

But he quickly forced himself to calm down, turned around, and said with an almost cynical clarity: "Take care of 'Tomahawk' for me? Ha, Roman, you're too naive."

"If it were just a 'battle axe,' why would I be in this situation?"

He walked to the table, sat down, picked up his knife and fork, but didn't touch the food.

"Roman, your father made you work for me, so today I will teach you the first principle."

Berezovsky's voice was low and serious: "In this country, you can't judge things by appearances alone. Without the protection of privilege, any achievement is like a rootless plant, which can be crushed at any time."

"Since we don't have special privileges, we need to find people with special privileges to solve our problems."

"That Chinese man, like us, is just a pathetic creature dependent on privileged figures."

"Instead of cooperating with him, we should find a privileged person who can provide us with protection."

"Then... Uncle, who should we look for?" Roman asked humbly.

Berezovsky put down his knife and fork, and instead of answering directly, he posed a question: "Whose interests do you think are most hurt by our large-scale import and sale of German used cars?"

"This..." Roman thought for a moment, then hesitated, "is it a state-run car dealership?"

"What state-run car dealerships are these? What are they?" Berezovsky, short in stature, flashed a hint of disdain and coldness in his eyes: "What truly stings us are the behemoths of the Soviet automobile industry, the Volga Automobile Plant (GAZ), CTK, and the massive 'labor collective alliance' standing behind them!"

“Wait, Uncle, I can understand the connection to the Volga plant.” Roman was a little confused: “But isn’t CTK a tank manufacturing plant? And what about that ‘Labor Collective Union’? Isn’t that a workers’ organization?”

CTK stands for the Kirov Plant Workers' Committee, a major Soviet military-industrial enterprise specializing in the production of tanks and armored vehicles.

Along with the Volga Automobile Plant, it was one of the most representative heavy industrial enterprises in the entire Soviet Union.

The two families initiated and established a collective labor alliance.

The participants included workers from more than 500 industrial, transportation, trade and service companies in various member countries.

The founders of CTK advocated for the development of self-management by labor collectives in order to counterbalance the dominance of the "registered elite administrative body".

The aim was to protect workers' rights during the Soviet economic reforms and the privatization of enterprises.

It is a self-protection mechanism of the working class during the transition period, reflecting the workers' pursuit of democratic participation and fair distribution.

Ironically, this agency failed to protect the workers' legal rights.

Instead, they became accomplices in the privatization of factories and enterprises.

The workers blindly believed that privatization was a form of resistance against bureaucracy.

But in the end, they were exploited and lost everything. This made the upper echelons of this labor collective alliance, and large capitalists like Berezovsky, the ultimate winners.

He became the owner of the factory.

Berezovsky was one of the most intelligent people in the Soviet Union at that time.

He deeply recognized the power of this labor collective alliance.

His used car business, which involved importing large numbers of German cars and selling them to newly emerging elites who benefited from economic reforms, naturally made him a fortune.

But for the Volga River, and for the stakeholders in the entire labor collective alliance.

This is taking their jobs away from them.

He didn't explain these complex interests in detail to his nephew, but instead asked:

"Roman, how's the appointment with the Volga plant manager that I asked you to make? What did he say?"

Berezovsky then realized with a clear understanding.

I can no longer operate a used car resale business in isolation.

They either have to withdraw from the market completely, or they have to become entangled with the entire alliance of interests.

The Volga plant needs to thoroughly feed certain people at CTK.

“Uncle.” Roman’s face turned somewhat embarrassed and hesitant when he heard Berezovsky’s question: “Director Kadanikov replied that… there is no time tomorrow and it needs to be postponed.”

"No time tomorrow?" Berezovsky put down his fork and turned his head. "I think tomorrow is Sunday. Why wouldn't you have time?"

"The plant manager, Kadanikov, said that he would be meeting a very important guest tomorrow."

"Who is it?!" Berezovsky's voice suddenly rose, tinged with disbelief.

In Moscow's business community, especially in the automotive sector, who is more deserving of a priority meeting with Kadanikov on Sunday than Berezovsky?

"It's...it's Qin Yuan."

Roman cautiously uttered the name, "The Chinese man who acquired the Ochakov beverage factory and brought it back to life."

“Wait.” Berezovsky raised his hand, interrupting Roman.

"It's Chinese people again."

He looked up at Roman, his expression filled with surprise and uncertainty, and said, "This Chinese man named Qin Yuan, could he be my student's boss?"

Roman swallowed hard. "Uncle, they are the same person."

"How could that be?" Berezovsky couldn't understand: "How could a Chinese person be more important than me?"

"Kaddankov would rather see him first and then me?"

Previously, it was Kadanikov who had made things difficult for him at every turn, forcing him to submit.

Now that he has finally decided to humble himself and take the initiative to see the other party, the other party actually...

They actually ranked him after a Chinese person who had just arrived?!

This made him feel a little embarrassed and annoyed.

“Uncle,” Roman hesitated for a moment, looking at Berezovsky’s ashen face, before adding, “I’ve heard that… the reason why Director Kadanikov was willing to meet with Qin Yuan is because the head of the Moscow State Bank personally arranged it.”

"Moreover, this Chinese man, Qin Yuan, just received a loan of 500 million rubles from the Moscow State Bank!"

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Five hundred million rubles?

Berezovsky's eyes widened instantly, and he gasped.

Five hundred million rubles!

In this turbulent time of ever-depreciating ruble, this is an astronomical sum!
How could a Chinese businessman, who had acquired a beverage factory, obtain such a huge loan from the Soviet state bank?!

Kadanikov's change of attitude...the bank president personally brokered the deal...a 500 million ruble loan...

These messages were like thunderclaps, constantly exploding in his mind.

His previous underestimation and judgment of Qin Yuan were completely overturned at this moment.

This Qin Yuan... is far more than just a "pathetic wretch" dependent on privilege.

He himself may be part of the privilege!

Or... he possesses power and resources that even the privileged class cannot ignore!
The overwhelming shame and embarrassment receded like the tide, replaced by a chill that seeped into the bones and... a trace of indescribable fear.

For the first time, he truly took this adversary from the East seriously.

(End of this chapter)