My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 149 must be cleared!

The next day, when Qin Yuan got up to say goodbye to Kadanikov.

I learned from Kadanikov that the king of thieves, Berezovsky, had driven back overnight the previous night.

"Hehe, you're really impatient, can't wait even a moment longer."

Qin Yuan shook his head and smiled.

Kadanikov leisurely sized up Qin Yuan: "And you, Qin, Berezovsky's actions, though secretive, should not have escaped your notice. Did you come to see me specifically just to say goodbye?"

Qin Yuan met his gaze and smiled frankly: "In China, it is the most basic etiquette to bid a solemn farewell to the head of the household before leaving."

"However, I do have one more small request."

“Oh?” Kadannikov was not surprised and nodded slightly. “Go ahead, my friend. I’m happy to help as long as it’s within my authority.”

"Besides the Volga and Lada cars," Qin Yuan's voice was clear and steady, "I'd also like to ask if you could get your hands on a batch of Kamaz heavy trucks? And... cranes, hoists, and other heavy construction machinery?"

"Truck? Heavy machinery and engineering vehicle?" Kadanikov was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He originally thought Qin Yuan would seek more support or convenience within the automotive alliance, but he did not expect that the other party's target would shift to larger and more "hardcore" industrial equipment.

"Getting these vehicles isn't difficult, but exchanging them for supplies will be a challenge. These vehicles all require rubles, a lot of rubles." Kadanikov looked at him. "Do you have any?"

Qin Yuan patted his sleeves: "Mr. Kadanikov, I haven't lacked rubles since 1991."

As soon as he finished speaking, the skinny guy behind him immediately stepped forward and handed Qin Yuan a document that had been prepared beforehand.

Qin Yuan took it and handed it to Kadanikov: "This is the list of car models and quantities I requested. Please take a look."

Kadanikov took the document and nodded: "Okay, leave this to me. I'll send it to you with Volgalada in two weeks."

This matter was of no importance to him.

The collective labor union covers more than 500 factories, including key enterprises that specialize in producing this heavy machinery.

With his status and connections, he could easily get things done with just a word.

Moreover, with many projects in the Soviet Union now stalled, these factories are accumulating mountains of inventory and are desperately looking for someone to take them over.

"Then thank you very much, Factory Director." Qin Yuan extended his hand and shook hands firmly with Kadanikov.

“It’s a pleasure working with you.” Kadanikov shook hands with him, his eyes deep.

Inside the Volga car on the way back to Moscow.

Outside the window was a vast expanse of white Siberian snowfield, and the car's heater was on full blast.

Qin Yuan leaned back in the comfortable back seat, closed his eyes to rest, but his mind was racing.

With a loan of 500 million rubles in hand, there is more than enough money to pay for this batch of heavy machinery.

The real challenge lies in how to transport these behemoths back to China.

Lada cars and Kamaz trucks are considered "regular" vehicles, and Prince Edward's connections should be able to handle the import paperwork.

And those cranes and hoists... Qin Yuan's lips curled up slightly.

He had already devised a plan—to utilize the "scrap steel import quota"!
These large machines were "symbolically" disassembled at the Manzhouli port, with some key components removed, and then imported as "scrap steel."

Once it arrives in China, it will be reassembled.

Although it's a bit troublesome, in this era of imperfect regulation and rampant gray areas, there's a huge amount of room for maneuver.

He even thought of Zhao Shanhe's half-joking request for a "tank".

Although absurd, it is not entirely impossible.

They have a good relationship with the military now, and Tsar Khevas is supporting them. If they really wanted a "scrapped" T-62 as a decoration... perhaps they could pull some strings.

Thinking about all this, I closed my eyes to rest and returned to Moscow around noon.

At this point, the transfer of goods was almost complete.

Gangzi had been busy all night and was resting in the backyard of the Chekhov Hotel.

When Qin Yuan, Binzi, and the others came in, he was eating mutton with gusto.

In the Soviet Union, everything was scarce, but beef and mutton were plentiful.

"Brother Yuan."

The moment he saw Qin Yuan enter, Gangzi put down the lamb leg he was holding, his eyes lit up, and he immediately rushed over.

Qin Yuan smiled and patted his sturdy shoulder, then looked past him and towards the back.

Besides Gangzi, three other veterans, Wang Haiyang, Li Xiangqian, and Zhang Wei, were also present.

Natasha and Elena also arrived.

And then there were Wu Weiguo and Chen Jianhua, who had just returned from Harbin, looking travel-worn.

"Brother Yuan."

"President Qin." "Brother Yuan, you're back."

Several voices sounded one after another.

"Wow, everyone's here today."

Qin Yuan smiled and looked at everyone before turning his gaze to Wu Weiguo and Chen Jianhua.

"You two must be tired. When did you get back?"

Wu Weiguo smiled and said, "This morning, after several days of train travel, I have successfully brought over Qiulin's production equipment and bacterial strains."

Having experienced the Harbin trip, Chen Jianhua gained valuable social experience and clearly became more composed.

He adjusted his glasses and said, "Brother Yuan, with this equipment, we can expand kvass production capacity. What should we do next?"

They brought back Qiulin's production equipment and microbial strains, but as soon as these things landed, Ivan took them to the Ochakov beverage factory.

Far East Foods is now widely known and highly regarded.

The kvass supply in Khabarovsk is clearly insufficient, and Ochakov must increase the production capacity of kvass slurry as soon as possible.

With this raw material, we can establish bottling plants in places like Kyiv and Minsk, and extend our influence to even more distant areas.

The return of Chen Jianhua and his team has been a lifesaver.

"Everyone sit down."

Qin Yuan didn't answer immediately, but called to the others, "Gangzi, go get the hot pot base you brought from China. Everyone's here today, let's have hot pot."

"Okay!" Gangzi replied excitedly and immediately ran back to his room to search.

The hotel owner, Chekov, also enthusiastically set out, bringing out a large copper pot, slicing fresh beef and mutton, and setting out bread and pickles, which gave it a unique flavor.

Soon, a steaming hot pot was set up in the center of the courtyard, with red oil bubbling and a fragrant aroma filling the air.

The group sat in a circle, drinking ice-cold Tsarist kvass and enjoying piping hot beef and mutton. The warmth seemed to dispel the fatigue of the past few days.

Natasha and Elena, the two Soviet girls, found this novel and lively way of eating very interesting. They followed everyone else's example, dipping meat in the sauce and eating until their noses were sweating and their cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Thank you all for your hard work over the past few months!" Qin Yuan raised a glass of kvass and toasted everyone. "Without your efforts, there would be no Far East Trade today!"

Everyone raised their glasses in response, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Jianhua just asked me what we should do next?"

Qin Yuan paused for a moment and then said, "Next, it's time to divide the money, so everyone can go back and have a prosperous New Year."

Split the money?

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes widened, revealing expressions of surprise and delight.

Looking at them, Qin Yuan smiled slightly: "Jianhua, you guys don't need to take the train back to China. Come with me to Kuibyshev tomorrow. After delivering this batch of supplies, we'll take a plane back to China together, flying directly to Chengdu, and then each of us will go home from Chengdu."

"Go back by plane?" Chen Jianhua's eyes widened.

Zhang Wei laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Jianhua, you don't know yet, do you? Brother Yuan traded hundreds of train cars of supplies for seven Tu-154 passenger planes from the Soviets!"

"Our trip to Kuibyshev is to 'pick up the goods,' and then we'll take the plane we traded for home!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jianhua was speechless.

Wu Weiguo's eyes also widened in astonishment.

"Supplies for airplanes?"

As a player, he was very clear that if this deal were to be completed...

This will be a groundbreaking achievement.

How many achievement points will the system reward Brother Yuan with then?
He was horrified.

It's worth noting that acquiring the Ochakov system rewarded you with 5,000 achievement points.

The "canned food for airplanes" trade is of greater value and has never occurred before in the game's history.

This is the kind of move that will propel us into the top ten!
His horrified gaze immediately fell on Qin Yuan.

Qin Yuan nodded to him, "Wei Guo, you will escort this batch of supplies with me, and then return to the country with me."

"Ah I?"

Wu Weiguo was somewhat at a loss.

If we let him escort us, wouldn't the system give him some achievement points?

He knew that Qin Yuan was taking special care of him.

We must pass this level!

He was determined to continue following Qin Yuan in the next instance!

(End of this chapter)