My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 170 Master Jing?

The next day, Qin Yuan took Elena and Wu Weiguo and went straight out the door.

"Brother Yuan, should we go straight to the China World Trade Center?" Wu Weiguo asked as he drove up.

Qin Yuan shook his head: "Let's take a look around first. It's been a long time since I've seen Yanjing."

He wanted to see this era for himself and experience the subtle changes taking place on this land.

In the early 1990s, Yenching was on the eve of dramatic changes, and traces of the transition between the old and the new were everywhere.

The traditional courtyard houses stand side by side with the towering steel and concrete skyscrapers, creating a unique urban skyline.

The streets are filled with people in gray-blue overalls riding old-fashioned bicycles to work, intermingling with the occasional imported car passing by.

The loudspeakers along the roadside were still playing rousing revolutionary songs, but outside the music stores along the street, double cassette recorders were blasting Teresa Teng's sweet songs or Beyond's rock music.

A vibrant, slightly chaotic, yet infinitely possible vitality surged in the cold air.

Elena peered curiously through the car window, observing everything.

This was completely different from the glimpse of Yanjing she had seen last night.

It is quite different from the grandeur and orderly atmosphere of Moscow.

It presents a more down-to-earth, vibrant, and rapidly changing scene, full of everyday life and traces of struggle.

Before they knew it, the car had stopped near a grand building on Chang'an Avenue.

Qin Yuan looked up, his gaze sweeping over the large golden characters at the top of the building—Xinhe Group.

He knew in his heart that this was the pinnacle of a certain field among players in the Yanjing circle, and even among players nationwide.

And almost simultaneously.

On the top floor of the Sino Group building, in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

He Changqing was holding a cup of coffee, looking down indifferently at the black sedan that was slowly coming to a stop downstairs.

His men were watching Qin Yuan all the time, so they naturally knew who was sitting in that black car.

"Tell me, why did he drive around half the city early in the morning and then deliberately stop in front of my Xinhe Building?"

He Changqing looked at his secretary and spoke.

The secretary bowed slightly respectfully and analyzed, "Mr. He, Xinhe's strength in Yanjing is well-known. Although we don't directly engage in trade, we have numerous physical industries under our umbrella and a deep-rooted foundation."

"If China were to engage in some deeper transactions with the Soviet Union through unofficial channels, it would inevitably prioritize cooperation with companies that have strong official backing and capabilities."

"When you count them all, we at Xinhe have a huge advantage."

"If this Mr. Qin is a smart person, he wouldn't be blind to this. Perhaps... he's here to make an overture, or to test the waters?"

He Changqing revealed a smile that suggested he was in complete control; this was the key point he had figured out after careful consideration last night.

With his grandfather's constant guidance and analysis at home, he couldn't help but see the crux of the matter.

“You’re right.” He Changqing took a sip of coffee. “Compared to the flexibility of his Far East trade in buying and selling, our Xinhe has an overwhelming advantage that he cannot match in potential transactions with the Soviet Union at a higher level.”

He paused, then asked with a condescending, playful tone, "Tell me, if Qin Yuan really comes up to ask for cooperation, should I agree to it?"

The secretary carefully considered her words, just about to say, "I think we could take a look..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the black sedan downstairs restart, drive away from the roadside without a second thought, merge into the traffic, and drive off.

The secretary was speechless for a moment, and looked at He Changqing with some embarrassment.

The smile on He Changqing's face vanished instantly, his expression turning from sunny to gloomy, becoming extremely ugly.

This feeling of being ignored, or even deliberately belittled, made him extremely unhappy.

……

downstairs.

"Let's go, let's go to the Wangfujing store first," Qin Yuan said to Wu Weiguo, calmly turning his gaze away.

He felt a sense of apprehension towards [Eternal Green], who ranked second on the leaderboard, but he was not afraid of him.

In the vast and complex land of the Soviet Union, it was not a place where anyone could operate simply by relying on domestic power. In a sense, it was his home turf.

Besides, he didn't expect to complete the game by relying on one or two successful "barter" transactions.

These trade tactics were merely leverage he used to rapidly accumulate initial wealth, build a protective shield, and prepare for even greater gains during the impending feast of the Soviet Union's collapse. "Eternal Green. He Changqing."

Qin Yuan silently repeated the name, his gaze indifferent.

A short while later, the car stopped near the Wangfujing Department Store.

Right next to it is the famous Wangfujing Commercial Street. Although it was freezing cold at the moment, it was already teeming with people, shoulder to shoulder, with shouts of vendors and laughter filling the air.

This is the most prosperous commercial heart of Yanjing and even the whole country!
With a huge daily customer flow, it is a prime location truly catering to the general public!

Opening a flagship store here will allow the "Jeanswest" brand image and products to directly reach the widest and most basic consumer group!
The first store of Far East Trade's "Jeanswest" brand was located here. The storefront is quite large, and the decoration is considered fashionable for this era.

Qin Yuan sat in the car and looked up.

The bright glass windows and the bright interior lighting displayed the latest batch of "Jeanswest" clothing, which was being produced at a rapid pace. The main products were jeans, leather jackets, and brightly colored down jackets.

The shop assistants, dressed in matching dark green uniforms, were doing the final cleaning and tidying up. All the goods were already on the shelves, a dazzling array, just waiting for an auspicious day to open.

The location, storefront, and window display all basically met his expectations.

"Let's go to the China World Trade Center," Qin Yuan said after looking around for a while.

If the Wangfujing store was the cornerstone of his empire, catering to the general public, then the flagship store in Guomao was the key to enhancing the brand's image, establishing a high-end presence, and boosting its brand awareness.

Located on Jianguomenwai Street, the first phase of the China World Trade Center was one of the most upscale and modern commercial complexes in Yanjing at that time, bringing together the first batch of international high-end brands to enter the Chinese market.

Being able to open a store here is itself a symbol of a brand's strength and positioning.

This time, Qin Yuan didn't just linger outside; instead, he led Elena and Wu Weiguo directly into the bright and spacious lobby of the China World Trade Center.

Unlike his last visit, he was not stopped or questioned by any staff members.

Instead, a sharp-eyed receptionist spotted Qin Yuan, her eyes lit up, and a surprised and respectful smile appeared on her face as she quickly came to greet him.

"Mr. Qin, hello! Please wait a moment, I'll inform our General Manager Wu right away!"

It seems that Wu Zhenghong, the general manager of Guomao, had given specific instructions beforehand.

Seeing this, Qin Yuan stopped and casually asked, "The Guomao area is much busier than when I last came here. How many new stores have moved in?"

The receptionist answered very respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Qin, there have indeed been quite a few new brands opening recently. Mainly Starbucks coffee, as well as foreign big brands like Chanel and LV."

"The Chanel store is now fully renovated and is expected to open next month, while the LV store is still under renovation. Apart from Starbucks on the second floor, both Chanel and LV stores are located not far from your 'Jeanswest' flagship store."

Chanel, LV...

Upon hearing the names of these two renowned luxury brands, Qin Yuan couldn't help but let out a meaningful smile.

Being neighbors with these two top luxury brands is undoubtedly the fastest way to elevate the "Jeanswest" brand image and perceived value.

People tend to subconsciously assume that a brand that can stand next to international big names must also be excellent.

As the two were talking, the revolving doors of the China World Trade Center hall turned again, and a group of people walked in.

The woman in the lead was in her early thirties, wearing a well-tailored Chanel tweed jacket, paired with sleek black capri pants and high heels.

With her exquisite makeup and powerful aura, she exudes the competence and style of a professional woman.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the receptionist lowered her voice even further and cautiously introduced him to Qin Yuan: "Mr. Qin, this is Ms. Lin Shiyun, the president of Mingshe (Asia) Group."

"She represents several top European luxury brands, including Chanel, Burberry, and LV, which is currently under renovation. All of these are operated by her group."

Qin Yuan's gaze naturally turned to the person who had arrived.

If he wasn't mistaken, this elegant Ms. Lin Shiyun, who controls the fate of several luxury brands in China, should be the "Fashion Godmother" whom he forcefully pushed off the tenth place of the leaderboard in the game "Business World".

As if sensing the scrutinizing gaze, Lin Shiyun, who was whispering instructions to her assistant, frowned slightly and subconsciously looked in the direction of the gaze.

Her gaze was first drawn to Elena, the blonde, blue-eyed, tall, and stunningly beautiful woman beside Qin Yuan, and a hint of admiration and comparison, stemming from their shared experience as women, flashed in her eyes.

Then, her gaze fell on the face of the young man next to Elena, who was dressed in seemingly ordinary clothes but had a calm and extraordinary demeanor.

When Lin Shiyun saw the face with a calm smile, her composed expression froze instantly.

His pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, and he almost blurted out:

"Master Jing...?"

(End of this chapter)