My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 144 Shaking Moscow

Just then, a deep and long whistle sounded from the distant horizon, like the panting of a giant beast, piercing through the cold wind of Moscow.

"Ugh——!"

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn over.

Gu Beiwang also turned around and looked over.

in his field of vision.

A long, black steel train, spewing thick smoke, broke through the swirling snow and slowly entered the Yaroslavl train station.

The huge searchlights on the front of the vehicle, like the open eyes of a giant beast, pierced through the grayness of winter.

Behind them stretched an endless expanse of green train cars, covered in thick snow!
One section, two sections, ten sections... fifty sections... one hundred sections!

More than two hundred train cars in total!

Gu Beiwang felt his breath catch in his throat!

He had ridden many trains and seen trains loaded with goods from smugglers, but he had never seen a train with so many carriages like this one.

Both the front and rear of the train were pulled by locomotives, and the enormous power propelled this steel behemoth forward with a series of thuds.

"We're here! We're really here!"

In the front row, the skinny guy next to Qin Yuan was the first to shout excitedly.

People around were talking a lot.

"My God! What... what has been brought here? Boss Qin is personally overseeing things, this is terrifying!"

"Last time, those truckloads of leather jeans and jackets made a lot of people rich. Today... it seems like they've brought in the inventory from dozens of factories?"

"All of these are Boss Qin's goods? How much are they worth?!"

"Wow, so many wagons! What treasures are inside?"

Amidst the gasps and speculations around him, Binzi took a deep breath of the cold air, his eyes scanning the platform and the train like the most vigilant alpha wolf.

Andrei and his men tensed up instinctively, their hands unconsciously pressing against their waists.

They knew better than anyone how much turmoil these two hundred wagons of supplies would stir up in the turbulent "quagmire" of Moscow.

Qin Yuan stood at the very front of the platform, his coat fluttering in the wind and snow.

He calmly watched the long steel train slowly come to a stop, his face expressionless.

The supplies have arrived.

The lever to unlock the Soviet Union's massive industrial capacity was already in their grasp.

The "Steel Silk Road," a vital trade route in the Far East, is about to begin its grand opening on this frozen, snow-covered land.

But the blizzards of Moscow's deep winter have only just begun.

"Brother Yuan, haha, Gangzi is back!"

The train had just come to a complete stop when a burly figure jumped down from one of the carriage doors!

Who else could it be but Gangzi?

He had already spotted Qin Yuan and the others waiting on the platform from the train.

After getting off the bus, I ran straight this way.

He hugged Binzi tightly, then hugged Magan'er, and then looked at Qin Yuan with a big smile, "Brother Yuan, I personally escorted the goods, watched them all the way, and not a single thing was missing. There were a full two hundred and ten truckloads of supplies."

He took a breath and said in a loud voice, "Besides the 'hard goods' that need to be transported to Kuibyshev to exchange for airplanes, there are also ten train cars full of brand-new jeans and leather jackets that were just rushed out from Guangdong!"

"In addition, Uncle Zhang helped you purchase some in-demand items."

Seeing Gangzi's energetic and spirited appearance, Qin Yuan finally smiled.

He stepped forward and gave him a tight hug: "You've worked hard, haven't you? You've left Uncle Zhang all alone in Yanjing to look after the house again?"

Gangzi scratched his head and chuckled, "Brother Yuan, with you, Brother Binzi, and Magan'er all gone, it's so boring being stuck here in Yanjing with Uncle Zhang, just staring at each other like that!"

"That kid Qin Ming comes to visit me every day, but Uncle Zhang is too strict. It's not as comfortable as following you around here in Moscow to do big things."

Qin Yuan patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Stop joking around, how's the thing I asked you to do?"

"You mean the renovation of that store on the first floor of the China World Trade Center?" Gangzi laughed. "Don't worry, the people at the China World Trade Center are even more concerned about the quality of the renovation than I am. They boldly gave us the largest store on the first floor, as if they were under a lot of pressure, hoping that we could make the Jeanswest brand famous in the China World Trade Center!"

Qin Yuan nodded: "What about the store in Wangfujing? Is it ready?"

"The Wangfujing side is all set. I checked on it before I left, and the progress is fine."

Gangzi, as he spoke, seemed to remember something and added, "Oh, right, Brother Yuan, there's something else. After you left, a vice president from the Scitech Shopping Center came to our door in person, saying he wanted to invite our Jeanswest to open a store there, and the terms he offered were quite generous. Uncle Zhang couldn't make up his mind and said he'd wait for you to go back and decide for yourself." "Scitech Shopping Center?" Qin Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

He remembered that behind this newly emerging high-end shopping mall in Beijing stood Zhou Tianhao, the unfathomable figure ranked fourth on the list.

Was the invitation to join the company at Saite the idea of ​​the vice president, or Zhou Tianhao?
He suppressed his thoughts for the moment; now was not the time to consider this.

He turned to look at Binzi: "How much longer until Ivan arrives? When will Haiyang and Xiangqian's convoy arrive?"

These two hundred-plus wagons of supplies need to be transferred immediately!
The shipments destined for Kuibyshev to be transferred to another plane needed to be reorganized and dispatched, while the remaining clothing and scarce items needed to be transported back to the warehouse.

More importantly, Qin Yuan also had Ivan prepare a full 100 train cars of kvass!
Three hundred wagons of supplies will form a massive "trade fleet" that will head straight for Kuibyshev!

Binzi glanced at his watch: "Almost there. We agreed on eight o'clock. The train has arrived, they should be here soon..."

Before the words were even finished, the huge side door of the train station was slowly pushed open.

The roar of the engine grew louder as it approached.

One, two, ten... a whole dozen heavy trucks lined up in a long queue, like a steel torrent, driving into the platform through the dedicated channel and coming to a steady stop in front of everyone.

One truck after another opened, revealing boxes of kvass.

The car door opened, and Zhang Haiyang, Li Xiangqian, and others jumped out.

They directed the workers to act swiftly.

Boxes of brown glass bottles bearing the logos "Far East Kvass" and "Tsar Kvass" were carefully unloaded from trucks and loaded onto empty train cars.

Meanwhile, the supplies from China on the train were quickly unloaded, loaded onto trucks, and prepared to be transported to Far East Trade's warehouse in Moscow.

The entire platform instantly transformed into a huge and efficient transfer hub.

Goods from China and kvass produced in the Soviet Union converge and circulate here.

The sheer scale of over two hundred railcars starkly demonstrates the terrifying logistical capabilities and resource allocation power currently under the control of Far East Trade.

This scene was incredibly impactful!
On the platform, whether it was ordinary traders like Gu Beiwang and Uncle Liu, or other merchants who rushed over upon hearing the news, they were all dumbfounded, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief!
The pupils of those "sentries" hidden in the corners of the crowd and the shadows contracted sharply.

They quickly relayed this shocking scene through clandestine channels.

The underworld of Moscow was instantly thrown into turmoil by the arrival and transfer of these supplies.

The Volga Automobile Plant, the plant manager's office.

At this moment, the factory director, the future head of the Russian government—Kadanikov—was reviewing the number of cars produced by the Volga Automobile Plant over the past year, as well as the production data compiled by the Labor Collective Union.

These circumstances served as a wake-up call for Kadanikov.

Gorbachev's economic reforms are making things increasingly chaotic.

With political instability, the extravagance and debauchery of the privileged class were exposed to the ordinary poor people, and the major republics, incited by Western powers, were eager to take action.

The workers were not focused on production, and the cadres at all levels were restless. The entire alliance was filled with confusion, anxiety, and greed for wealth.

And what about him?
What path should he choose?

Kadannikov tapped on the desk.

An invitation was placed on it, sent by Berezovsky, that audacious and ambitious secondhand dealer.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly, knowing that the other party had already given in.

Then we'll have something to talk about.

However, he did not intend to see him immediately.

This was partly to curb Berezovsky's arrogance.

Also, I wanted to see what made this Chinese man so extraordinary that he could revitalize the dying Ochakov beverage factory in such a short time and even make it to the front page of Izvestia.

He couldn't refuse the request of the governor of the Moscow State Bank.

He was also very interested in Qin Yuan.

Therefore, before meeting him, he wanted to learn more about this Chinese man.

Know yourself and the enemy, a hundred battles will never end.

This is the wisdom he learned from a Chinese friend.

Just as he was pondering...

There was a knock on his office.

"Come in," Kadannikov replied curtly.

(End of this chapter)