My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 222 Shaking Moscow

The morning sun dispelled the chill of Moscow the previous night, but it couldn't dispel the citywide discussion sparked by a newspaper article.

The next morning, freshly printed copies of Izvestia were quickly delivered to the Kremlin, the offices of ministers, and the desks of factory directors.

Even foreign embassies and multinational corporations' offices in Moscow.

The headline on the front page, with its bold black title, was exceptionally eye-catching.

Like a heavy hammer blow, it struck the heart of everyone.

The article details that Chinese businessman Qin Yuan has safely returned from St. Petersburg and will formally negotiate a car cooperation project with the Volga Automobile Plant today, with a total investment of up to $1.5 billion.

As for the previous rumors of his arrest by the KGB, they were also strongly refuted.

The reporter, with sharp wit, described it as a form of protection.

Protect Qin Yuan, a Chinese businessman, as he travels to St. Petersburg to exchange ideas and cooperate with the Baltic brewery.

At the same time, it emphasized the enormous significance of cooperating with the Volga plant to manufacture cars, which would have a great impact on the technological upgrading of the Soviet automobile industry, job creation, and the expansion into the Eastern market.

The name "Qin Yuan," along with the astronomical figure of "1.5 billion US dollars," resounded like a thunderclap once again over Moscow!

This person is not only going to invest heavily in St. Petersburg, but is also about to launch a mega-project that could change the landscape of the industry!
This energy and boldness drew attention from everyone who read the newspaper.

The Moscow Mayor's Office.

Mayor Popov was reading the newspaper intently.

The newspaper was short but packed with information. He put it down, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes gleaming.

He was a technocrat personally appointed by Gorbachev and who followed his reform policies without question.

He was all too aware of Gorbachev's urgent need to attract foreign investment and boost the economy.

Such a project, with its unprecedented investment scale and profound political significance, is practically a golden achievement delivered to our doorstep!

But before he could make a move...

His deputy, the shrewd and capable Luzhkov, walked in.

He walked up to him and whispered, "Comrade Mayor, according to intelligence from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Mr. Qin was ambushed by professional armed personnel on a suburban highway last night on his way back to Moscow from St. Petersburg!"

Popov's brow furrowed sharply: "An ambush? And what happened?"

"The ambush was repelled, and Mr. Qin is unharmed. However, according to KGB personnel involved in the scene, the attackers were professional and unlike ordinary bandits," Luzhkov said gravely.

Popov pondered for a moment, a look of determination flashing across his face.

He raised his head and solemnly instructed Luzhkov:

"Comrade Luzhkov, you personally make the arrangements. The absolute safety of important foreign investors like Mr. Qin Yuan in Moscow must be ensured!"

"At the same time, we must protect the legitimate business activities of high-quality foreign-invested enterprises like Far East Trade within our Soviet territory, and we will never allow any force to harass or sabotage them!"

"This is a major issue concerning Moscow's investment environment and even the country's image of reform, understand?"

"Understood! Comrade Mayor, I'll take care of it right away!"

Luzhkov understood immediately.

The mayor's words were like a sword of Damocles.

Soon, the news that the Moscow city government was "making every effort to ensure the safety of important foreign investment projects" spread like wildfire within certain circles.

Those forces that were still plotting and scheming last night to take a bite out of the leaderless Far East trade fell silent instantly upon hearing the news, their backs drenched in cold sweat.

They then realized that Qin Yuan had not only not fallen, but had climbed to an even higher position and received public endorsement from the municipal government!

Suddenly, a group of people, looking apprehensive and carrying gifts, quietly gathered in front of the Chekhov Hotel, attempting to mend their relationship. Meanwhile, inside the Chekhov Hotel...

Major Perkov had just returned from investigating the ambush site in the suburbs. His face was unusually grim, even carrying a hint of disbelief and solemnity.

"What were the results of the investigation?" Qin Yuan asked, needing to confirm some of his suspicions.

“Dead, all dead.” Perkov’s voice was low.

"What do you mean?"

"Three bodies were found at the scene, including the one you shot dead."

Perkov reported in detail, "But what is puzzling is that the other two bodies, after preliminary examination, were both confirmed to be suicides. Moreover, both had Asian faces."

"No documents to prove his identity were found at the scene, and even the weapons were untraceable black market goods."

He paused, then continued, "What's even stranger is that we also found the wreckage of a burned car about a kilometer away from the ambush site."

"There were six bodies inside, burned beyond recognition. The preliminary assessment is that they committed suicide. Before they died, they burned their vehicles and themselves to destroy any traces that could reveal their identities."

"Similar to the first location, no valid identification documents were found at the scene."

Qin Yuan looked at Perkov and asked, "Major, so what is the investigation report your security committee has come up with?"

Perkov didn't say much, and simply handed over a document.

Qin Yuan opened it out of curiosity.

The KGB internal investigation report vaguely characterized the entire ambush as "possibly carried out by terrorists with some kind of extremist nature, directed from abroad."

This conclusion, though seemingly reasonable, dispelled the last trace of doubt in Qin Yuan's heart, making him even more certain.

He's a player, absolutely a player!
Only players would be so indifferent to death.

Only then can one be so decisive and thorough in "cleaning up the scene" after a mission failure.

For them, this is just a "game" that can be played again!
However, it cost such a large sum of money, and it was able to incite more than ten players to quit the game by committing suicide.

These are all forces of this caliber, and they can all be counted on one hand.

Not to mention this is in the Soviet Union, not in the country.

He silently made plans in his mind.

Qilin is one of them. Shen Manqing was already involved in the trade industry and had been frequently doing foreign trade business in the Soviet Union in recent months.

It's not surprising that she could manage so many people.

Feng Zhaokun is one of them.

He is the number one on the wealth list, the shadow emperor.

Its influence extends throughout the country, and its main business is domestic and international trade.

Then, in the top ten, and even the top twenty, there are several people with such influence.

As soon as these people heard that I had come out of St. Petersburg, they couldn't wait to make their move.

I'm really anxious!

However, it's too late.

No one could stop him now.

(End of this chapter)