My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 211 A Vast Network of Relationships, Another Wave Rises
Upon seeing this, Wu Weiguo's muscles tensed instantly, and he instinctively stepped forward to shield Qin Yuan.

His duty was to protect Qin Yuan's safety, even if the other party was the KGB, a force that struck fear into the hearts of many.

Qin Yuan raised his hand slightly, stopping him with an undeniable gesture.

He turned to the leading trench coat major and asked calmly in Russian, "Major, before I go with you, may I say a few words to my friends? It won't take long."

The major's face was expressionless. His blue eyes swept over Wu Weiguo and the others, seemingly assessing the level of threat. Then he made a "please go ahead" gesture, appearing unexpectedly accommodating.

Wu Weiguo immediately lowered his voice and said urgently in Chinese, "Brother Yuan! There aren't many of them. While it's raining heavily, let's give it our all and create chaos. Maybe that will give you a chance to survive!"

"You go first, we'll cover the rear and figure out a way back home!"

Qin Yuan glanced at him, slowly shook his head, and his gaze swept over each of the core members around him who looked tense. His voice was low but exceptionally clear and calm:

"Listen up, all of you. Don't make any unnecessary impulses. You all return to Moscow immediately and do as I say."

"Gongquan, go to the Soviet Ministry of Trade immediately and put our previously planned 'Sino-Soviet Light Industry Products Exhibition and Sales Platform' project on the top priority agenda. Start the preliminary publicity and investment promotion as soon as possible, and make the most of the commotion."

He paused slightly, then immediately turned to Pan Shiyi:
"Shi Yi, all the funds we brought on this trip, you must immediately deposit them into the Soviet State Bank under the name of the 'Far East International Bank Preparatory Office' and make it public, publicly announcing that we are applying for a banking license and that this money is the registered capital!"

"Weiguo, Jianhua," Qin Yuan's gaze fell on the two most eager people: "You two represent me fully and go to the Volga Automobile Plant immediately to have formal negotiations with Plant Director Kadanikov. The topic is only one: finalize all the details of Chery Automobile's cooperation with the Volga Plant to produce new models as soon as possible, and hype this matter up as much as possible through all the media channels you can find!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jianhua's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a lifeline, and he said excitedly, "Brother Yuan, I understand what you mean!"

"You want us to make a big fuss about all these things, create momentum, and put pressure on public opinion, so that big shots like Director Kadanikov will step in to save you for the sake of their interests and influence, right?"

"Foolish!" Qin Yuan hissed, shattering his fantasy, his eyes icy. "The last thing you should do right now is hope that Kadanikov or anyone else will 'save' me!"

"Just remember, all you need to do is let them know that I've been invited to Kuibyshev as a 'guest'!"

"Don't do anything unnecessary, and don't go asking anyone for help!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then suddenly realized what was happening, and a cold sweat broke out on their backs!
Yes! It was the KGB that did it!

In the Soviet Union, who wouldn't tremble at the mere mention of this name?

Anyone who knows they have connections with the KGB would immediately try to distance themselves and draw a clear line. How could they possibly use their valuable political resources to bail someone out?

That would only drag them down with them and make them targets of KGB investigations!
The only card Qin Yuan can currently hold is his special status as a foreign businessman and the vast and complex network of interests he has woven in Moscow and throughout the Soviet Union.

If he were to be disposed of quietly and secretly, all those who had deep business dealings with him—such as Kadanikov, Berezovsky, officials of the Ministry of Trade, bank managers, and even the traders who made money off his goods—would be plunged into extreme unease.

Who can guarantee that the KGB won't follow the trail and trace it back to them?
The safest way to prove that they themselves are "not a problem" is to first make sure that Qin Yuan is also "not a problem"!
Therefore, what Wang Gongquan and his team need to do now is not to "ask for help," but to "start a fire"!
Ignite more, larger, and more extensive business collaborations and interest chains!
This will involve more people and more important sectors in cooperation with Far East trade.

The larger the cooperative project, the more stakeholders are involved, and the more cautious the KGB becomes in dealing with Qin Yuan, and the more they must "abide by the rules."

Qin Yuan made this arrangement without trying to hide it from the KGB major.

Because there was absolutely no need for it, Qin Yuan was now absolutely certain that all of Far East Trade's activities in the Soviet Union were likely transparent to the massive organization of the "Security Committee".

Meanwhile, the major kept his blue eyes fixed on Qin Yuan the whole time, his gaze filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

When he received the task of "inviting someone," he was given special instructions from above: not "arrest," but "invite."

The word "please" is extremely rare, even unprecedented, in the KGB's code of conduct.

This aroused his great curiosity about the young Chinese businessman in front of him.

What could possibly make a bureau chief known for his iron-fisted, ruthless, and unscrupulous methods issue such a polite order to a "criminal" with such irrefutable evidence?
After all, when has the KGB ever hired anyone?

That time was different. No arrest warrant was needed. They rushed into the target's hiding place and, regardless of the other party's protests, knocked them unconscious with the butt of a gun.

What if the other party still dares to struggle and try to escape?

That would eliminate the need for interrogation and forced confessions; they could simply unleash a burst of bullets and resolve everything with "truth" and "justice."

This is the first time I've ever seen someone "invite" someone like this.

Seeing that Qin Yuan and his men had finished giving their instructions and were turning to walk towards him, Perkov, the blue-eyed major, nodded secretly.

This Chinese man's courage and composure were among the rarest he had encountered in his many years in the profession. Those who had met them before were all trembling with fear and speechless.
Qin Yuan, however, remained calm and composed, as if he were simply attending a routine business meeting.

"Major, I've finished explaining. We can go now," Qin Yuan said calmly as he walked up to him.

Perkov gave a faint, enigmatic smile: "Mr. Qin is indeed a clever man. Please get in the car; our director is eager to see you."

He didn't care at all what Qin Yuan had just told his men, nor did he care what their follow-up plans were.

Faced with absolute power and the state apparatus, any commercial planning and scheming appear pale and powerless, like child's play.

The black Volga sedan sped across the wet road and quickly disappeared into the downpour and night.

Wang Gongquan, Chen Jianhua, Wu Weiguo, Pan Shiyi and others who remained in place stood there, their clothes soaked by the rain, but it could not extinguish the anxiety in their hearts and the fierce determination that had been ignited within them.

"Everyone!" Wang Gongquan spoke first, his voice slightly hoarse but exceptionally firm, "President Qin's safety is no longer something we can directly control, but we have things we must do immediately, without delay!"

Chen Jianhua nodded emphatically: "That's right, we're going to the Volga plant right now. We not only want to finalize the cooperation, but we also want to make a big splash!"

"We must let all of Moscow know that Far East trade is still going strong, and President Qin's plans are still progressing!"

Wu Weiguo clenched his fist: "I'll contact all the media reporters I can reach right now. The cooperation between Volga Plant and Chery must be tomorrow's front page headline!"

Pan Shiyi pushed up his glasses and said calmly, "I'll go to the Soviet State Bank now, and while I'm at it, I'll also visit some Western banks to see if I can make a splash internationally."

They moved quickly, and at the same time...

The news spread that Qin Yuan's company employees, Binzi and Gangzi, were arrested by the KGB, and that Qin Yuan himself was also taken away by the KGB.

Like a drop of water falling into boiling oil, though deliberately suppressed, it still caused a violent shock and panic in specific circles in Moscow within a very short time through various covert channels.

Berezovsky rushed into Kadanikov's office at the Volga Automobile Plant, his face pale and his voice trembling: "Anatol, something terrible has happened!"

"Qin...Qin was taken away by the KGB. Could it be...could it be that the 'Auto Union' incident has been exposed? Will we be implicated?"

Kadanikov was more composed than him, but his furrowed brow and the constant tapping of his fingers on the table betrayed his inner turmoil.

He took a deep breath: "Calm down! If it were about the 'Auto Union,' it wouldn't be the KGB coming, but the Economic Investigation Bureau of the Ministry of Internal Affairs!"

"Don't panic. I'll immediately use my most reliable connections to find out what's going on!"

When Ivanovich of Moscow State Bank heard the news, he nearly dropped his coffee cup.

Qin Yuan was one of his most important clients, with huge deposits, loans, and those shady currency exchange transactions... If something happened to him, what would happen to him?
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" he muttered to himself, cold sweat instantly soaking the back of his shirt. "Our operation was extremely secretive, how could the KGB have noticed? Could it be that their internal purge has implicated us?"

He immediately picked up the internal secure phone and began frantically using all his connections to gather information.

Several high-ranking officials in the Soviet Ministry of Trade were particularly uneasy.

Their cooperation with Far East trade is deeply ingrained, from kvass to the upcoming light industrial products exhibition and sales platform. This is related to the supply and stability of goods for countless department stores, and even more so to their huge personal interests.

If something happens to Qin Yuan, this crucial supply chain will break instantly!
A deputy minister slammed his fist on the table: "Immediately contact the Kuibyshev Regional Committee, no, find a way to contact the relevant KGB departments!"

"Ask them what they're trying to do! Mr. Qin is an important foreign trade partner of ours; he can't be taken away without a reason!"

In an instant, countless encrypted phone calls and urgent messages, through various overt and covert channels, surged rapidly toward Kuibyshev, toward the local KGB branch, and even toward that formidable institution at 2 Lubyanka Square in Moscow.

All these inquiries and concerns ultimately boil down to one name—Qin Yuan.

All of this chain reaction and immense pressure stemmed from the temporary "disappearance" of one person.

One can imagine how, in a short period of time, Qin Yuan had woven an enormous, intricate network of interests across the vast and complex land of the Soviet Union, a network so powerful that a single move could affect the entire system.

This net, now that he has been taken away, is trembling violently, contracting, and beginning to reveal its enormous potential energy.

And this is perhaps the biggest source of Qin Yuan's confidence to go to the appointment alone.

(End of this chapter)