My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 180 What courage and determination!

According to the latest reports, Anhui State-owned Investment Group, Far East Trade, and Southwest Development Group have reached a cooperation agreement to jointly establish Chery Automobile Group.

Currently, Chery Automobile Co., Ltd. is owned by Far East Trade Group (45%), Southwest Development Group (30%), and Anhui State-owned Investment Group (25%). It is a typical state-owned automobile brand with state-owned assets investment and private operation.

Currently, the initial team for the group has been formed, with Yin Tongyao serving as the general manager and chief engineer of Chery Automobile Group.

—Economic Daily

The cold wind still blew through the streets of Yanjing, but the newsstands were busier than usual.

Lin Guofu, from Putian, Fujian, held a copy of the Economic Daily, still smelling of ink, staring blankly at the headline news on the front page, deeply shaken, his fingers even trembling slightly.

"Brother, this Qin Yuan you want to see is really amazing."

Standing next to Lin Guofu was a petite and delicate girl, his younger sister Lin Shuyao.

She stood on tiptoe and saw the contents of the newspaper; her eyes were full of stars, and her face was filled with admiration.

"Starting as a 'middleman,' he built a nationally renowned transnational trade empire, and now he's leaped from the trade industry into the real economy, specifically into the high-tech, high-barrier-to-entry automotive sector..."

"What courage! What boldness!"

Yes, such courage, such boldness!

This is the real "Master Jing"!

This is the legendary figure who, in just a few months, went from a complete novice to a top-ten player, breaking the stable pattern that had lasted for seven or eight years and stirring up the ambitions and restlessness of countless players!

The siblings have been in Yanjing for some time now, but it's not so easy for ordinary people to see Qin Yuan these days.

You have to wait in line.

Yes, it's queuing in the literal sense.

Since the feat of "trading canned goods for airplanes" was reported by the national media, the names of Far East Trade and Qin Yuan have spread like wildfire throughout the country.

Countless people with various motives flocked to the area from all over the country.

Representatives from various regions were interested in cooperating with Far East trade to open up the Soviet market, export surplus products, and earn valuable foreign exchange.

Merchants who have sensed a business opportunity and want to seek agency or cooperation.

Naturally, there are also many players who want to "cling to a big player" and seek opportunities.

Immediately afterwards, news broke that the Jeanswest flagship store, located in the center of the first floor of the China World Trade Center, was preparing to open.

Then the automobile trade spanning China and the Soviet Union flourished...

Qin Yuan's existence was like a giant luminous body, constantly attracting "moths" flying in from all directions.

Now, another groundbreaking move has been made.

Together with the well-established Southwest Development Group and Anhui Provincial State-owned Investment Corporation, a brand-new automobile group has been established!

Chery?

That's incredibly bold!

Shenzhen's DaChao and Shenzhen's Tech Ape have achieved an epic feat by leveraging communication technology to leapfrog ahead – becoming "Standard Creators."

Master Jing and the Crown Prince immediately retaliated by responding with a massive automobile conglomerate.

Brilliant, absolutely brilliant.

Compared to these supernovas, those who have consistently ranked in the top ten, or even the top three, have recently faded into obscurity.

Lin Guofu was now hesitant about whether or not to see Qin Yuan.

The gap between the two has widened too much.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?" Lin Shuyao tugged at Lin Guofu's sleeve. "It's almost our turn! We've been queuing for five whole days to finally get this reservation opportunity, we can't miss it."

As she spoke, she forcefully raised the carefully prepared sample box of Putian shoes in her hand.

"If our shoes can be sold to the Soviet Union through Far East trade channels, it will open a window to the world. In the future, we may be able to create our own brand like 'Jeanswest'!"

"Sold to the Soviet Union?"

A voice rang out beside them.

"Young lady, are you planning to sell these shoes to the Soviet Union? Can I take a look?"

Lin Shuyao was a bully at home, but when a stranger struck up a conversation with her, she immediately moved closer to Lin Guofu, only showing one eye as she timidly sized up the person speaking.

The speaker looked travel-worn, his brow furrowed with the marks of time.

He was bundled up in thick clothes, as if he had just come from a very cold place, and his face was a little pale. He looked to be under thirty years old.

"Who are you?" Lin Guofu stood in front of his younger sister.

"Let me introduce myself." The stranger extended his hand to Lin Guofu. "Xu Zhenbang, from Sichuan Airlines, I'm in Yanjing on some business."

Lin Shuyao, who had just been hiding behind Lin Guofu, suddenly brightened up and poked her head out excitedly, saying, "Sichuan Airlines, I know! The newspaper article about trading canned food for airplanes means they're trading airplanes for your Sichuan Airlines!"

"That's right, it's Sichuan Airlines." Xu Zhenbang was truly moved.

His journey was full of twists and turns.

From Chengdu to Beijing, and then from Beijing to the Soviet Union, I was filled with the hope of meeting the amazing General Qin.

When they arrived in Kuibyshev, they learned that the other party had already set off to return home a day earlier.

He could only gaze at the long-disappeared contrails on the airport runway and sigh in despair.

Left with no other choice, he had to return.

Flying back to China from Moscow, he first went to Yanjing, but once again missed Qin Yuan.

After returning to Sichuan Airlines, he learned that Qin Yuan not only strongly supported the suggestion to open a direct domestic flight route to Moscow via the Western Regions, but also offered many practical and feasible suggestions.

However, the general manager of Sichuan Airlines still recognized Xu Zhenbang's talent and not only promoted him but also gave him a travel allowance and a bonus.

The air route to Moscow that was planned to be opened in the Western Regions was to be handed over to him for management.

But his trip to Yanjing this time was not about the new air route.

He overheard Lin Guofu and his sister talking about the Soviet Union and couldn't help but chime in.

Xu Zhenbang looked at the shoebox in Lin Shuyao's hand again: "Young lady, could I take a closer look at these shoes?"

Lin Shuyao grew bolder at this point: "Hmph, I've already graduated from university, I'm not some little girl anymore. You don't look that much older than me." Even so, she still handed over the shoebox.

Lin Guofu also wanted to hear what insights this person from Sichuan Airlines, who seemed to have some knowledge of the Soviet Union, had.

Xu Zhenbang took the shoes and examined them carefully. He looked at them very closely, from the material and workmanship to the style and thickness.

After a moment, he sighed softly, shook his head, and handed the shoes back to Lin Shuyao.

"Mr. Xu, what do you mean by sighing and shaking your head?" Lin Guofu's heart skipped a beat, and he asked in a deep voice.

Xu Zhenbang looked at them and said sincerely, "To be honest, your shoes are indeed quite good in terms of quality and workmanship. They fully meet the standards of some well-known domestic brands, and are even better."

"of course!"

Lin Shuyao immediately raised her little face with a hint of pride, "Many Adidas and Nike shoes are made in our factory. We use the same machines and the same raw materials, so how could they be inferior!"

“I see, no wonder the workmanship is so solid.” Xu Zhenbang nodded, then changed the subject, “But perhaps the problem lies here.”

He looked at Lin Guofu and said seriously, "You... haven't been to the Soviet Union, have you? Or rather, you may not have a deep enough understanding of the Soviet market and climate habits."

"The Soviet Union region, especially the Russian region where we now mainly trade, is cold all year round and has long winters."

"The shoes they usually wear are high-top, fleece-lined, thick, waterproof and slip-resistant tall boots or snow boots, made of tough leather."

"I only wear these lightweight sneakers or casual shoes during the very short two or three months of summer."

"The shoes you brought, in terms of style and thickness, are probably... unlikely to be suitable for the climate and needs there most of the time."

Lin Guofu stared blankly at the pair of shoes his factory had meticulously produced, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.

I was really slow to realize it.

They only considered style and quality, but didn't even do the most basic market research!

He completely overlooked the crucial factor of climate and clothing habits, which make such a huge difference!
"I was too impatient. I was only thinking about building a brand and getting our Putian shoes out of the market through Far East Trade channels. I completely overlooked this point."

Lin Guofu shook his head in frustration.

Lin Shuyao also became dejected.

"Thank you, Mr. Xu."

Lin Guofu took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and sincerely thanked Xu Zhenbang, "If it weren't for your reminder, we would have made a big fool of ourselves by going to see President Qin so rashly."

He put away the shoebox and tugged at his sister's sleeve: "Shuyao, let's go."

"Huh? You're leaving already?" Lin Shuyao was clearly still a little unwilling.

"and many more."

Seeing the two of them like this, Xu Zhenbang couldn't help but say, "Actually, it's not like there's no way to salvage this situation."

"What the Soviet Union needs are all kinds of warm, waterproof, and durable boots. Can't you make those?"

"You can completely turn around and design and produce various winter boots, work boots, and snow boots specifically for the needs of the Soviet market!"

"With your mature shoe manufacturing industry chain in Putian and your strong ability to imitate and improve, I don't believe you can't design and produce shoes and boots that meet their needs!"

“I’ve been to the Soviet Union, where the demand for these kinds of functional footwear is enormous, especially during the long winters. The market potential is huge!”

Xu Zhenbang's words were like the sun breaking through the clouds, instantly dispelling Lin Guofu's confusion and frustration!
Yes! Why insist on your existing products?

Why can't we make shoes that match the market?

“Yes! We can do it, absolutely.” Lin Guofu’s eyes lit up again, and he excitedly grabbed Xu Zhenbang’s hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Mr. Xu, thank you so much! I was just overthinking things!"

His thoughts instantly became clear: "However, I still won't see President Qin right now. I plan to go to the Soviet Union first to conduct on-site research."

"I will definitely not make this mistake next time."

After saying that, he took his sister's hand, turned around without hesitation, and quickly left the queue, disappearing into the crowd.

Xu Zhenbang watched their departing figures and shook his head.

For some reason, he felt that Lin Guofu gave him a very familiar feeling.

I don't mean I've seen him/her.

It's not about temperament, but about one's character.

On the K3 international train to the Soviet Union, at the Chekhov Hotel in Moscow, among many people he met.

There seems to be a shared quality among them.

Impatient, adventurous, hungry, good at seizing every opportunity, and sometimes even reckless.

Xu Zhenbang put these thoughts aside, walked to the front desk of Jinxiang Building, handed over his business card, and clearly explained his purpose and appointment.

Perhaps it's because of Sichuan Airlines' reputation.

He didn't have to wait long before he was received by Qin Yuan.

"Xu Zhenbang," Qin Yuan looked at him and laughed, "I learned your name from your General Chiang. I heard you chased me all the way to the Soviet Union, but we still missed each other!"

Xu Zhenbang smiled wryly: "Yes, I missed it. However, it can't be said that all this journey was without gain. Every inch of road I've traveled, every train I've taken, and every person I've met has been a rare experience."

"Well said." Qin Yuan nodded approvingly. "Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. Your trip has covered far more than ten thousand miles. Please sit down."

He pointed to the sofa in the reception area and sat down opposite it.

"Just tell me directly, what important matter does your General Manager Jiang have that made you come all this way?"

"Does Sichuan Airlines have any new cooperation ideas?"

Xu Zhenbang's smile slowly faded. He leaned forward slightly, took a step, and spoke in a low but unusually solemn voice:

"President Qin, I am here on General Jiang's secret orders to deliver a message verbally."

He took a deep breath and said, word by word:

"Regarding what you mentioned last time... about the rocket engine."

"The higher authorities attached great importance to this, and after extensive research and communication..."

"The receiving unit has been found."

(End of this chapter)