My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 204 About Beidou, About Pan Shiyi
Shortly after ending his private chat with Li Chuze, Wu Weiguo knocked on the office door.

"Brother Yuan, the two people that Feng Lun and Wang Gongquan recommended have arrived."

Qin Yuan was slightly taken aback: "The person who introduced you? Oh, you mean Pan Shiyi, right?"

"Yes, that's the name. There's also one named Liu Jun, who looks pretty tough."

Wu Weiguo scratched his head.

Recently, Qin Yuan has been forcing him to study various books on industrial manufacturing and military production, and he also has to take time to visit several factories in Yanjing for practical experience.

For someone accustomed to fists, knives, and guns, this was even more agonizing than fighting ten tough battles in a row, and he had to find excuses to sneak back and catch his breath every now and then.

Seeing his restless state, Qin Yuan understood, but did not point it out directly.

Instead, he said earnestly, "Wei Guo, 'Across the Business World' is just one of countless game worlds in the myriad realms."

"What the next world will look like, and what abilities will be tested, none of us can predict."

"But one thing is certain: the knowledge and skills we actively learn and master in this world are the real wealth that will be imprinted in our minds and can be carried into the next world."

He paused, then emphasized, "There's an old saying in this world: 'Knowledge changes the world, reading changes lives.'"

"Your physical strength is enough to defeat one person, but the knowledge in books and strategic planning can give you the vision and ability to defeat ten thousand people."

"That's what truly allows us to go further."

Wu Weiguo seemed to understand, but he caught the key information: "Brother Yuan, do you mean... the next game world might need these 'one-in-a-million' skills?"

"Is it a world of war?"

Qin Yuan shook his head: "I'm not sure. 'Across the Business World' is the first game I've experienced. I can't judge what kind of game world will appear later. There's too little information."

"But I have a feeling that everything we are doing our best to learn and absorb now will definitely come in handy at some crucial moment in the future."

The certainty in his tone left no room for doubt.

Because the world currently displayed in this myriad realms is a fragment of time from his previous life on Earth.

If future game worlds are like "The Great Business World," they are projections of different historical periods on Earth.

Therefore, the industrial knowledge, financial operations, and even geopolitical experience of 1991 would be invaluable in any world with a similar background.

Wu Weiguo tried to process these words, then suddenly remembered something and said, "It is indeed strange, in the world channel and forum of 'Beidou', almost no one discusses the specific background of their respective game worlds."

"...Perhaps it's also related to my own level; the information I have access to is extremely limited."

"Levels?" Qin Yuan keenly caught this crucial information.

“Yes, hierarchy.” Wu Weiguo’s tone became somewhat somber, as if stating a self-evident yet oppressive fact.

“In the citizen hierarchy of ‘Beidou’, I belong to the ‘lower five classes’.”

"The education we received and the information we could access were strictly limited to the 'lower five classes'."

“I heard from people on the internet that the game ‘Myriad Realms’ is the only allowed path for us ‘lower classes’ to rise.”

"Only by continuously clearing levels here can one break through the barriers, achieve a leap in level, truly breathe the air that only those levels above can enjoy, and see the legendary real sun."

Wu Weiguo sighed, "But so far, I have never heard of any 'lower class' player successfully completing any game. The vast majority of people are like me, still struggling in the first beginner world."

"If it weren't for the good luck of meeting you, Brother Yuan, with my brain that only knows fighting and killing, I probably wouldn't have seen even the slightest hope of clearing the game before I died."

His words revealed a cruel reality.

For the vast majority of players at the bottom, games like "Business Tycoon" that extremely test wisdom, resources, and strategic vision are hellishly difficult.

Their existence may simply serve as a backdrop for the competitive fun of those "high-level players" who come from higher backgrounds and have more resources and information.

However, a huge variable, Qin Yuan, appeared in the middle of this process.

A monster who entered the game with a "blank" status, but made a crazy run and fought his way up to fourth place on the overall leaderboard.

Now, no one can tell whether he was a blank slate because he came from the lowest social class.

Or is it simply because his rank is too high that he can ignore the difficulty of the challenge and enter the game directly with nothing?

If you, as a member of the lower five classes, manage to break into the top 500, it might be due to a stroke of luck or a certain affinity with the account you're using.

But now Qin Yuan has climbed to fourth place.

They're just one step away from the top three.

Who would really consider Qin Yuan to be among the "lower classes"? Because that's something that people of lower classes simply cannot do.

Wu Weiguo did not ask Qin Yuan about his identity in Beidou, and Qin Yuan did not answer either.

Even he himself didn't know what kind of identity his body held in the Big Dipper.

Only by completing this game and returning to the world of Beidou can one possibly find out.

However, this entirely new information he learned from Wu Weiguo still stirred up a huge wave in his heart.

The five classes of people are an unbreakable barrier.

A world where we don't even breathe under the same sky?

What kind of hierarchical world is it?

Is it happiness for all?
Or is it a state of universal despair?

Qin Yuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing these chaotic thoughts.

Regardless of the truth about the "BeiDou" world, the most important thing right now is to handle things properly within this game world.

He waved his hand, his tone returning to calm: "Let's not think that far ahead. Have Feng Lun bring Pan Shiyi and Liu Jun over."

"Yes, Brother Yuan!" Wu Weiguo felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly turned around to go out and call for help.

Qin Yuan's gaze sharpened and became focused again.

He had already conducted in-depth research and analysis on Pan Shiyi through various channels.

This is an exceptionally intelligent person with a keen sense of opportunity, who is extremely skilled at capital operations and seizing opportunities of the times.

He came from a poor rural village in Tianshui, Gansu, passed the entrance exam for a vocational school, got a stable job in the Ministry of Petroleum, and then resolutely resigned and went south when the reform wave was just beginning. He started by working as a bricklayer in Shenzhen, then met Feng Lun, joined Mu Qizhong's Nande Group, and finally made his first fortune by speculating in real estate in Qiongzhou.

Every step he took was extremely precise and decisive.

Rumor has it that he used a pack of cigarettes and several bags of fruit to obtain real data on real estate in Qiongzhou from the government's reading room.

This reveals that the average residential building area per person in Haikou is as high as 50 square meters, while in Yanjing it is only 7 square meters.

This discovery made him keenly aware of the huge bubble and risks in the Qiongzhou real estate market, so he decisively persuaded his companions to leave Qiongzhou.

Then came Vantone and SOHO China, founded by Yanjing. Although its later actions, such as "making money domestically and spending it abroad" and making huge donations to American universities, were highly controversial and it was labeled a "refined egoist".

But no one can deny that he is a rare genius in the fields of business and finance.

To snatch food from the jaws of Western financial capital, which was surrounded by wolves and tigers, in the land of the Soviet Union, which was about to fall into chaos and opportunity.

We need someone as smart, bold, and knowledgeable about the rules of the capital game as someone to step into the spotlight.

Qin Yuan has decided to appoint Pan Shiyi as the apparent leader of the Chinese-funded bank that is about to be established in the Soviet Union, to deal with those cunning financial hunters.

He himself will remain behind the scenes, controlling the final decision-making power and the flow of funds.

But before that, he had to meet with this "refined egoist" one more time.

A few minutes later, the office door was pushed open again.

Feng Lun walked in with two other people.

The person in the lead, wearing glasses, had a shrewd yet humble demeanor, with a perfectly appropriate smile on his face. As soon as he entered, his gaze quickly and politely swept across the entire office, finally landing on Qin Yuan. It was none other than Pan Shiyi.

Behind him followed a burly man with a fierce air about him; this was none other than Liu Jun.

"President Qin, this is Pan Shiyi, and this is Liu Jun," Feng Lun introduced with a smile. "Shi Yi, Dajun, this is President Qin."

Pan Shiyi immediately stepped forward, extending both hands with a warm but not obsequious smile: "President Qin, I've long admired your name!"

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you today. I'm Pan Shiyi, and this is my good brother Liu Jun. We came all the way from Qiongzhou, sincerely hoping to learn from President Qin and do something truly meaningful!"

Liu Jun stepped forward as well, his voice booming with the straightforwardness of a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person from the martial arts world): "President Qin! I, Liu Jun, am a rough man, but I am absolutely loyal and willing to work. You tell me where to go, and I'll do it!"

Qin Yuan smiled faintly and shook hands with them one by one. His hands were warm and strong: "Mr. Pan, Mr. Liu, welcome!"

"Old Feng and Gong Quan have praised your abilities and courage to me quite a bit."

"Your ability to decisively withdraw from Qiongzhou, a place teeming with hot money, and choose to head north shows extraordinary vision and resolve."

"Has everything been arranged in Qiongzhou?"

Hearing Qin Yuan's concern, Pan Shiyi and Liu Jun felt very grateful.

"It's all taken care of. There were too many things to do before the New Year, and we were only able to get things done after everyone started working again."

Pan Shiyi said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "On our journey north, all we have heard about and seen are the miracles of Far East trade and Jeanswest, which are truly amazing."

"I wonder... if we have the honor of contributing our modest efforts to President Qin's career?"

His question was clever; it both expressed his intention to surrender and handed the initiative to Qin Yuan.

Qin Yuan didn't answer directly, but gave him a meaningful look and suddenly asked, "Mr. Pan is very sensitive to numbers and capital operations?"

Pan Shiyi perked up, knowing this was a test and an opportunity, and immediately answered confidently, "I wouldn't dare say I'm an expert, but I am quite interested in it and think I have some insights. In Qiongzhou, it's all about playing the game of money."

"Oh?" Qin Yuan smiled slightly, casually picking up the document he had just closed on the table and handing it over. "Then Mr. Pan might as well take a look at this."

Pan Shiyi suppressed his excitement, took the document with both hands, and quickly began to read it.

The more he looked, the more shocked he became, until finally, even his fingers trembled slightly.

The document clearly lists a dizzying array of numbers and operations:

The 1 billion RMB investment from Anhui State-owned Investment Group, the 10 million RMB franchise fee from Jeanswest, some of the funds recovered from the automobile trade, and Qin Yuan's personal additional investment... all these combined to reach a staggering 1.5 billion RMB!

A separate approval document shows that, after much effort and multiple levels of approval, the final amount of foreign exchange successfully exchanged was three hundred million US dollars.

"Fifteen billion...exchanged for three hundred million...US dollars?"

Pan Shiyi raised his head, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

This was in 1991! Such a large-scale transfer of foreign exchange, the power and intentions behind it, made him feel terrified.

"What? Do you think we didn't replace enough?" Qin Yuan asked in a calm tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"No! It's...it's too astonishing!" Pan Shiyi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, his mind racing. "President Qin, are you...about to make a big move? In the Soviet Union?"

He was almost certain that this huge sum of US dollars in cash was not as simple as the newspapers said, just to buy a few production lines!
Qin Yuan did not answer directly, but instead took back the document and said calmly, "Currently, only 100 million US dollars have been exchanged, and the remaining 200 million US dollars will take some time to arrive."

He looked at Pan Shiyi with piercing eyes: "Mr. Pan, do you think you could succeed if I gave you a considerable amount of start-up capital to do some 'trade settlement' and 'fund pooling' business in the Soviet Union?"

Pan Shiyi's heart was pounding wildly!

Trade settlement, cash pooling?

Far East trade involved cross-border buying and selling, but it was mostly barter trade. Trade settlements were rare, and transactions and exchanges were mostly conducted within Soviet banks.

There was absolutely no need to exchange such a large sum of US dollars.

They need to use US dollars and also need to do fund pooling business.
The answer is obvious.

Banks, finance!
Qin Yuan is going to get involved in finance in the Soviet Union.

Before the ruble collapses, we must use the sharp scythe of the dollar to do the most important things.

He was gripped by both immense fear and immense excitement.

This was dancing on the edge of a knife, but it was also a tremendous opportunity that would etch his name into the annals of business history.

"Yes!" Pan Shiyi answered decisively without any hesitation, his eyes behind his glasses gleaming with extreme excitement. "As long as the platform is set up and the rules are established, I am confident that I can make the funds operate efficiently."

"Whether it's settlement, foreign exchange, or... other operations!"

"Very good." Qin Yuan nodded in satisfaction. "As for the specifics of what to do and how to do it, I will have Gong Quan coordinate with you in detail once you arrive in the Soviet Union. He has already laid the groundwork there."

He paused, then added, "You and Liu Jun will first follow Feng Lun and familiarize yourselves with the Jeanswest franchise system and cash flow. I'll give you a week; I need to see your optimization plan for this cash flow. After that, you and I will go to the Soviet Union together to meet up with Wang Gongquan."

"Yes, President Qin, I will do my best."

Pan Shiyi responded excitedly, feeling his blood boiling.

He truly hadn't expected to be given such an important position so soon after arriving from Qiongzhou.

Moreover, the fact that the country was willing to exchange currency for Qin Yuan shows that he had the country's support.

With state backing, they stirred up trouble in the Soviet Union.

It’s exciting just thinking about it!
This is much more exciting than speculating on land and apartments in Hainan, or playing a game of musical chairs.

Although Liu Jun didn't know much about financial operations, seeing how excited Pan Shiyi was, he knew it was a very important matter and was also eager to try.

Standing to the side, Feng Lun watched this scene with mixed feelings.

President Qin's talent for personnel management is simply divine. He saw through Pan Shiyi's greatest desire at a glance and placed him directly on the battlefield where he could best utilize his talents.

(End of this chapter)