My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 143 The Tumultuous Journey of the Blank Player

The next day, it had been snowing all night.

Snow covered the streets, and snow-clearing teams were everywhere.

When Qin Yuan woke up, the Chekhov Hotel had already started heating water.

His place was in the backyard, which was not connected to the hotel in front, so no one would bother him.

Binzi, Magan'er, Andrei and others lived next door to him.

Qin Yuan stood by the window, soaked a towel in boiling water, and pressed it hard against his face.

The burning sensation dispelled the chill deep in his bones and instantly calmed his chaotic thoughts.

At this moment, Qin Yuan thought about many things.

He has been in this world for four or five months.

He traveled the K3 highway as a middleman, making three trips to Moscow.

Each encounter was more perilous than the last, and the assets in my hands grew larger and larger with each passing day.

He made a fortune buying Apple brand jeans.

Together with Fang Minghai, they established the Jeanswest brand and returned to Moscow.

They learned about modern factory-style kvass production in Harbin, which helped revitalize this Slavic national brand.

They truly gained a foothold in Moscow.

When they returned, they crushed Jia Dai and restored order to the chaotic K3 line.

He went to Shenzhen, uncovered the first major stock market case, and gained huge profits. He also learned about the distribution of players in this world from Da Chao in Guangzhou.

Then, the third and fourth collapses developed.

Jeanswest, along the K3 line, will expand its business scope in the Far East indefinitely.

And then it's now.
They drove out the Caucasians and intimidated Moscow.

They traded canned goods for airplanes and established contact with the Kuibyshev Aircraft Plant.

By swallowing Ochakov, they truly gained the confidence to speak in Moscow.

Holding privileges, he clashed with the king of thieves and witnessed the swallows trained by the Soviet secret agency.

Along this journey, these past scenes unfolded.

Like a revolving lantern, images flashed through his mind.

The experiences of the past few months have been more exciting and dramatic than anything he had experienced in the previous half of his life.

The people I met all had distinct personalities.

The things that happened were written in the news, in history books, and could be made into various films and television shows, or written into novels as legends.

All this seems like a dream.

Yet it feels so real, it couldn't be more real.

What kind of power, what kind of technology, could so realistically create game instances of the turbulent 1990s from his previous life, allowing him and these ten thousand players to experience them?

What kind of world is BeiDou?
Hot water splashed onto my face.

Qin Yuan looked at the clear water in the basin, and at his reflection in the water.

I felt a little dazed.

The more he played the game, the more real he felt the present moment.

The warmth and heat of blood and tears in one's hands, the sincere collision of emotions between people.

Binzi, Gangzi, Magan'er, Chen Jianhua, Natasha, and Elena from last night.

These people cannot possibly be just fake numbers.

In any case, according to the game, there are still millions of worlds to experience.

After leaving the "Business World" instance, you can go to Beidou to see what is real and what is illusory.

And now.
He scooped up a handful of hot water and splashed it on his face.

Wake up! You must wake up!
Whether it's an illusion or reality, at this moment, he is standing in the dead of winter in Moscow in 1991.

Time is flying by in the days leading up to that doomed December.

After washing his face, Qin Yuan woke up Magan'er and Binzi. When he arrived at Andrei's room, they were already up.

Binzi was getting dressed when he saw Qin Yuan come in and hurriedly asked, "Brother, are we going to the Volga Automobile Factory? Should I go pick up Miss Elena?"

He was the one who took the person back last night.

Qin Yuan shook his head: "Let's go to the train station first, there's no rush there."

"TRAIN STATION?"

Binzi was taken aback at first, then quickly realized: "Brother, has the goods shipped from China arrived?"

Based on the timeline, the second batch of jeans and leather jackets should have been produced in Guangdong within a month.

Judging by the time, it's about time.

"The goods from China have arrived, but it's not just jeans." Qin Yuan frowned and said, "Along with this shipment, there were also two hundred truckloads of canned goods, thermos flasks, and other supplies. They traveled for six days and six nights and arrived around eight o'clock this morning."

Binzi's eyes widened instantly at the mention of "two hundred truckloads of supplies," a piece of news he hadn't heard from Qin Yuan before.

But Ma Gan'er, who had gone to Kuibyshev with Qin Yuan, immediately exclaimed with delight, "Brother Yuan, are the supplies prepared in China this fast? Does that mean we can get the plane from Kuibyshev?"

Andrei followed silently behind, a barely perceptible hint of seriousness flashing in the eyes of the retired officer. Two hundred train cars… such a massive torrent of supplies pouring into Moscow, in this harsh winter of scarcity and unrest, was tantamount to throwing a huge, sizzling piece of fat into a pot of boiling oil.

This commotion is huge.

Yaroslavl Railway Station, "China Station".

The snow was swept to both sides of the platform and piled up into low walls.

The platform was crowded with people, a stark contrast to the months ago when it was shrouded in the shadow of Caucasians.

The group consisted entirely of Chinese faces, wrapped in thick cotton-padded coats, some looking around anxiously, others chatting quietly in small groups.

Some people even laid out burlap sacks in the corners of the platform, displaying cheap clothing and small commodities they had brought from China, and started a temporary business.

The arrival of Qin Yuan and his group was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

"Hello, Mr. Qin."

"Hello, Mr. Qin"

"Brother Yuan."

There are many similar names.

People who knew him came forward to greet him with awe and enthusiasm.

Strangers were also watching from outside, unsure of what was going on, and whispered to their companions.

"Xiao Gu, who is this? Such a big shot! So many people are greeting him?"

The speaker was around forty years old and had a snakeskin bag on his back, filled with bags of cheap clothes.

"Uncle Liu, this is General Manager Qin of Far East Trading, the God of Wealth on the K3 line."

Gu Beiwang looked at Qin Yuan not far away and suppressed the excitement in his heart, saying, "This train station used to be very chaotic. It was Caucasian territory. Our goods were either forced to be bought by them at low prices, or we had to take expensive black cars and get ripped off by these gangs."

"It was President Qin who led his men and forcefully reclaimed this territory and established the rules, which is why we can stand here safely now!"

Uncle Liu looked at the young man who remained calm and steady despite being surrounded by people.

Looking around at the orderly scene, with some people even doing business on the spot, his cloudy eyes were filled with disbelief.

Safety is more precious than gold in this chaotic foreign land.

Gu Beiwang's heart was pounding as he stared intently at Qin Yuan's figure.

Server-wide announcement! 5,000 achievement points! Acquired overseas assets worth over 100 million!
Those booming system notification sounds still echo in his mind.

And the person in front of us is the player who created all these myths—"Master Jing"!
According to messages in the group, Jingye also started as a player with a blank account, but rose rapidly in just a few months and became a role model for countless blank account players.

In the past, those who were beginners were either from rural areas or had no skills or resources to rely on.

Many people, when they enter this game, have no idea how to play it.

But Qin Yuan's appearance changed everything.

Born in Beijing, Jingye was a hutong enthusiast and a troublemaker. He found a golden path by taking the K3 international train, which originated in Beijing, and rose from ten thousandth place to the top one hundred.

They broke into the top 50.

This achievement is truly unbelievable.

But it also inspired many people.

According to what Gu Beiwang learned from the group messages, there was a player from the south who came from a rural background and made his first fortune by catching fish and loaches in the river, going to the city, and taking advantage of the price difference.

Later, he even opened a barbecue stall in the city.

Although it's hard-earned money, things are starting to look up.

In Qingdao, there's a player who disassembled Japanese electronic products, deduced the technology behind them, bought the parts, assembled them himself, and created a Walkman.

His business is booming now. I heard that some of the top 20 business leaders have gone to him, wanting to acquire his technology and invest in him.

Not to mention the various trendy new products that are now booming, most of which are created by players and then developed in cooperation with top-ranking players who have capital.

The rankings on the wealth list change every day.

Qin Yuan used his own experience to tell every blank-board player.

There's only one basic way to play this game.

Daring to venture, daring to fight!
Under the rules, anyone with the ability and the ability to seize opportunities can stand out in this era.

Looking north, he was naturally unwilling to be lonely.

So, I took the K3 line again.

Because only those who have been to Moscow know just how vast the country beneath their feet truly is.

And this behemoth is undergoing a dramatic change at this moment.

What kind of dramatic change?
If China was thriving, then the Soviet Union was rapidly declining!
Gu Beiwang reviewed news materials about this country from the past ten years.

All of this information points to this point.

Gu Beiwang wasn't entirely certain about these things before.

But now, looking at Qin Yuan, this powerful figure, he dared to brave the heavy snow to come to this train station.

They didn't go back to China despite the sub-zero temperatures.

He knew then that his judgment was correct.

This place holds tremendous opportunities!
(End of this chapter)