My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 202 Land Speculation and Pre-sale Apartment Speculation

Qiongzhou, Haikou.

The heatwave, accompanied by the salty sea breeze, could not dispel the restlessness in Pan Shiyi's heart.

On the desk in front of him were recent issues of the Economic Information Daily, the Masses Daily, and several Southern Media Group newspapers.

The front page headlines were almost entirely dominated by the same name and the miracles it had created—Far East Trade, Qin Yuan.

Chery Automobile's meteoric rise marks the start of Anhui Province's ambitious industrial blueprint worth hundreds of billions!

Jeanswest's first-day revenue exceeds nine million yuan; the rise of national brands is unstoppable!

"100 Franchise Stores! Jeanswest Builds a New Apparel Retail Empire in China!"

Each report struck Pan Shiyi's heart like a heavy hammer.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, his eyes behind his glasses filled with solemnity, but also with disbelief and intense longing.

After Feng Lun and Wang Gongquan arrived in Yanjing, they sent him letters and made phone calls one after another, their words filled with excitement about the new platform and boundless anticipation for the future.

But those descriptions are far less impactful than the news reports in black and white, filled with astonishing data.

"Chery... Jeanswest...100 stores franchise..."

Pan Shiyi muttered to himself, "Nine million in daily revenue, tens of millions in franchise fees... such a short time, such a massive amount of funds... what exactly is this President Qin trying to do? Why is he in such a hurry?"

He has a natural talent for numbers and capital.

He could almost imagine the dizzyingly huge amount of cash flow piling up in the Far East trade accounts at that moment.

And how to operate, revitalize, and make this money generate more money is precisely what Pan Shiyi is best at and most passionate about!
Although the real estate bubble in Hainan was noisy, he saw it as illusory, like a castle on the beach.

The commercial empire that Qin Yuan built in the north, based on industry, driven by trade, and fueled by capital, exudes a solid and alluring golden light.

"Liu Jun!" He suddenly stood up and shouted outside.

Liu Jun, with his straightforward personality, pushed open the door and came in: "Old Pan, what's up? Reading the newspaper again?"

Pan Shiyi adjusted his glasses and asked, "Do you think we should consider going to Yanjing?"

Liu Jun said casually, "There's a lot of commotion in Yanjing, but housing prices in Qiongzhou are rising every day. At the beginning of this year, the government introduced a series of policies to promote urban housing system reform. We can't live as freely and happily as we do now, even if we go to Yanjing."

He couldn't bear to give up the prospects he had now.

Pan Shiyi, however, saw things more clearly than him. Although 1991 was a boom year for real estate in Qiongzhou.

However, with only the two of them, their connections and funds are limited, so they can't make much of a splash.

If Feng Lun and Wang Gongquan were here, he would never leave this land.

The key point is that neither of these two are here; only he and Liu Jun remain. Staying here doesn't offer the same prospects as going to Yanjing.

"This mess needs to be cleared up!" Pan Shiyi said decisively. "Dajun, we must immediately dispose of all our unsold properties and land parcels in Hainan. We need to liquidate everything that can be cashed out, and we need to be quick about it!"

Liu Jun was taken aback: "All cleared out? So quickly? The market is still rising!"

"Rising?" Pan Shiyi scoffed, pointing to the newspaper on the table. "We've been in Qiongzhou for so long, you know what the situation is like outside. Although housing and land prices are rising every day, how many projects have actually started?"

"Many developers aren't really 'building houses,' but rather 'speculating on land' and 'speculating on pre-sale apartments.' These companies acquire a piece of land, sometimes with only a small deposit, and then immediately resell it to the next company at a high price."

“The next person will raise the price and resell it... A piece of land can be resold five or six times in a single day, with the price soaring dozens of times, but there is still nothing on the ground.”

“Before the houses are even built, people start lining up to buy the right to purchase a house, and then immediately resell them at a higher price to make a profit.”

"However, the real economy of Qiongzhou simply cannot support this rate of housing price increase. This is a game of 'passing the parcel' based entirely on speculation."

"Everyone in Qiongzhou now is betting that they won't be the last one to take over."

Liu Jun grumbled, "Old Pan, even if it's a game of musical chairs, we shouldn't be the last ones left holding the bag, right?"

Pan Shiyi shook his head and said solemnly, "Dajun, if Brother Feng, Gongquan, and Xiaodi were here, we could take a gamble. With their connections and business acumen, we could get the latest inside information about Qiongzhou. But with just the two of us, what can we do? Why do you think we can have the last laugh?"

"And can't you understand? The real wave is in the north!"

"That General Manager Qin from Far East Trading has already amassed a massive amount of capital enough to shake up an entire industry. His next move will definitely be something special!"

"Feng Lun and the others said on the phone that they are extremely short-handed over there, especially lacking people who can manage such a large financial operation. If we arrive too late, we won't even get a share!"

His eyes gleamed with an almost gambler's excitement: "I know better than them how to spend money and how to make it work! Qin Yuan definitely needs me now!"

Seeing the long-lost, almost burning fighting spirit in Pan Shiyi's eyes, Liu Jun didn't ask any more questions and nodded emphatically: "Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll get on it right away, and we'll head north in three days at most!"

A few days later, in Yanjing, at the Jinxiang Building.

Weary from their journey, Pan Shiyi and Liu Jun finally stood at the entrance of the Far East Trade Headquarters.

Compared to the bustling crowds of the previous days, the reception area was rather quiet at this time. Most of the franchisees had already signed contracts and left, and the staff were busy with follow-up work.

Upon hearing the news, Feng Lun hurried out to greet them. Seeing his two old friends, a genuine smile and a sense of relief appeared on his face: "Shi Yi, Da Jun, you've finally arrived!"

He patted the two of them hard on the shoulders: "You must be tired from the journey. Is everything sorted out in Qiongzhou?"

"It's clean!" Pan Shiyi said succinctly, but his gaze quickly swept over the busy office area before getting straight to the point: "Brother Feng, stop with the formalities. Tell me quickly, what's the situation now? What's President Qin's next move?"

Looking at Pan Shiyi's almost instinctive thirst for capital, Feng Lun couldn't help but chuckle and led the two towards his office.

"I knew you'd have to ask this," Feng Lun said with a smile. "But I don't know what President Qin is thinking. You can ask him yourself when you see him later."

Pan Shiyi looked around: "Where are Xiao Di and the others? I can't see them anywhere."

Feng Lun led them into his office, had his secretary make tea, and then said with a smile, "Xiao Di is now the financial director of our Far East Trade, and she's under tremendous pressure."

"Qifu is in charge of supply chain and logistics. He follows Vice President Zhang around every day and is so busy that I hardly ever see him."

Pan Shiyi nodded: "What about Gong Quan? We haven't seen him around."

"Gongquan went to the Soviet Union. He has a heavy burden on his shoulders, and he is working hard to establish a winter exhibition and sales platform for light industry."

Pan Shiyi was deeply shaken upon hearing this.

Apart from Wang Gongquan, the others of his old comrades were all newcomers to Far East Trade.

However, they were all placed in key positions, and they started as middle managers.

This Mr. Qin, whom I've never met, is truly bold and adept at using people!
What about him?
Where will he be placed?
(End of this chapter)