My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 15 Strong Organizational and Planning Skills

"Okay!" Qin Yuan didn't delay any longer. After having Gangzi distribute two full packs of jeans to them, he quickly said, "Take one of these items back with you each. Jianhua, you'll be in charge of coordinating the rest."

"After we get back to school, we'll go straight to your university dorms and the student activity center!"

"The target is your school's students and young teachers!"

"When the time comes, you can say that these are all genuine 'Apple brand' jeans, the latest model from China, top quality! And the price is 20% cheaper than Levi's."

"If anyone asks, just say that the goods are limited and it's first come, first served."

Chen Jianhua and the others nodded in agreement. They were all college students and understood these things.

"Furthermore," Qin Yuan paused, then said seriously:
"You can also get your classmates to help you sell the goods. Tell them that you will get a commission for every item they sell for you. As for how much money to give them, you can decide for yourselves."

“You are my downlines, but you can also develop your own downlines. I believe there will definitely be people willing to help you sell.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei and Wang Haiyang, both social butterflies, clearly showed signs of interest.

The strategy involves recruiting downlines and helping them sell goods.

They do indeed have a natural advantage.

As for Chen Jianhua and Li Xiangqian, they didn't think it was that complicated.

They were all hardworking and down-to-earth students, carrying two bags of jeans, which seemed like a lot.

But there are only seventy or eighty articles.

Their school has several thousand students, and they don't believe that among those thousands, there aren't even seventy or eighty people willing to buy jeans.

Qin Yuan didn't know what they were thinking, but he could guess a thing or two.

To prevent any accidents, he instructed, "Jianhua, your brother Binzi and Uncle Zhang are both setting up stalls outside your campus. If you need to restock or encounter any trouble at school, just go to them."

Chen Jianhua was deeply moved; Qin Yuan had considered everything for them.

Gripping the rope of the woven bag tightly, he made up his mind that he would not let Qin Yuan down and would sell these jeans and sheepskin coats no matter what, even if it meant losing face.

On their way back to school, the group, carrying several large bags of jeans and wool coat samples they had been assigned, left the Cheka market with great excitement and headed straight for their respective university campuses.

On the way, Li Xiangqian looked at the heavy package, feeling both excited and a little apprehensive. He couldn't help but ask, "Jianhua, can we... really sell it? This price isn't cheap."

Chen Jianhua pushed up his glasses and said firmly, "Xiangqian, think about it, this is Moscow, the heart of the Soviet Union!"

"You know how many universities there are in the city, a total of seventeen, with more than 100,000 students and teachers."

“Those who can study here, especially the local students we know in the international student circle, all come from well-off families. If even a warehouse manager like Brother Vasily is willing to buy it, they certainly don’t care about this little bit of money.”

He didn't read the books for nothing; as he went and planned, his thinking became increasingly clear.

"Ocean, your Russian girlfriend Natasha is the key."

“She has a wide network of connections and knows many classmates from well-off families. When you get back, go find her, have her wear our jeans, give her a sample, and have her promote them extensively within her circle. Ask her to bring a few more interested classmates directly to our dorm to see the goods.”

"She's your girlfriend, you can handle that, right?"

Wang Haiyang had this idea all along, and patted his chest, saying, "Don't worry! Natasha is the most enthusiastic; leave this to her. Her close friends all have connections; they'll definitely know what's good for them!"

Chen Jianhua nodded, then looked at the sturdy Li Xiangqian: "Xiangqian, you're on a different path. You're one of the top students in our medical school, and you're familiar with professors and lecturers."

"Take the samples and go directly to the young teachers you're on good terms with. Tell them you're working part-time while studying, and your family used connections to get a batch of high-end jeans and sheepskin coats from China—top quality, affordable. Ask them if they're interested."

"Although teachers' salaries are not particularly high, respectable people need to dress well! Especially those who are preparing for promotion or attending academic conferences need to make a good impression!"

Li Xiangqian nodded vigorously. He was introverted but down-to-earth, and he had a good relationship with the young lecturers: "Okay! I understand. The teachers can be quite particular sometimes."

Finally, Chen Jianhua turned to Zhang Wei, who spoke fluent Russian and had a lively personality: "Brother Wei, your battlefield is 'outside'! Put on our coolest jeans, grab the samples, and go to those international student social events or parties hosted by local students tonight! Your spoken Russian and your image are living advertisements!"

"Whether you know them or not, chat with them, showcase them, and emphasize that this is 'China's latest trendy brand,' 'an exclusive perk for the University of Moscow,' and 'limited quantity!'" "Parties are the fastest way to spread information!"

Zhang Wei grinned confidently: "Leave it to me! I guarantee 'Apple Brand' will be the talk of the party tonight!"

Chen Jianhua nodded: "Okay! Everyone split up and take action. Remember the bottom line for prices: jeans are 220 rubles, sheepskin coats are 450 rubles. You all know the commission rates. Whether you want to develop your own downline is up to you."

"Let's meet in our dorm tomorrow to report on our results!"

"no problem."

Zhang Wei and Wang Haiyang responded in unison, saying that if Qin Yuan had initially made Chen Jianhua their leader, they would not have been satisfied.

But after the task assignment just now, they realized that Chen Jianhua was no ordinary person!

No wonder, even though he's a medical student, he's always engrossed in books about trade.

It turns out that they had planned to engage in trade between the two countries from the very beginning.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have come up with such a perfect sales strategy so quickly.

The four of them went their separate ways, and Chen Jianhua and Li Xiangqian struggled to carry the two large, heavy bags of goods back to their dormitory.

The dormitory was a typical Soviet student dormitory, a four-person room, which was a bit crowded, but at this moment, in Chen Jianhua's eyes, these two large packages were a heavy burden of hope.

"Phew... I'm exhausted..." Li Xiangqian unloaded his bag on the ground and wiped away his sweat.

He looked at the bulging package and remembered the high commission Qin Yuan had given him, feeling both tired and excited.

Chen Jianhua was also panting, but his eyes were bright as he quickly scanned the dormitory.

His other two roommates hadn't returned yet. He immediately got to work: "Xiangqian, quick! Pick out our samples! One pair of jeans and one sheepskin coat each, the best of the best!"

The two hurriedly unpacked the bags and selected jeans that fit perfectly and were in excellent condition, as well as a thick and soft sheepskin coat.

Chen Jianhua quickly changed into jeans and then draped a sheepskin coat over his shoulders—instantly, his entire demeanor was elevated, adding a touch of neatness and "stylishness" to his original scholarly air.

"How is it?" he asked Li Xiangqian.

Li Xiangqian nodded honestly: "Looks good! You look really smart! Brother Yuan, the material of your clothes is really good."

"Great! Let's be living advertisements too!" Chen Jianhua's confidence soared. "Xiangqian, quickly change into your sample! Then, immediately follow the plan and take the sample to the teacher you're familiar with!"

"Do you remember what I mean?"

"How could I forget? I'm going."

Li Xiangqian quickly changed into jeans. Although his movements were a bit clumsy, the crisp shape and thick texture of the jeans made him feel different.

He carefully straightened his collar, grabbed another sheepskin coat as a sample and a pair of jeans, and hurriedly went out.

Chen Jianhua took a deep breath, looking at the two packages of goods with a lot left on the ground, and the other two empty beds in the dormitory. Qin Yuan's words, "You can also develop your own downlines," echoed in his mind.

He immediately had an idea.

He walked quickly to the doors of several familiar international student dormitories next door and knocked loudly.

"Who?"

"Jianhua? What's wrong?"

The door opened, revealing several curious faces.

Chen Jianhua didn't waste any words and got straight to the point: "Brothers, want to earn some extra money?"

(End of this chapter)