My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 227 The Ten Kingdoms Bank Street, the game officially begins.

Qin Yuan's approach to promoting Far East International Bank was characterized by the raw and direct style unique to this era.

Without flashy TV commercials or lengthy newspaper articles, he chose two of the most down-to-earth and precise paths to reach his target customers:

On-the-ground promotion and advertising.

Overnight, every Jeanswest store, every Kvass distribution point, and every retail stall was adorned with eye-catching red banners.

It was written in large Russian letters above:

[Golden Ruble Savings Plan: Annualized Interest Rates as High as 18%-25%]

These large characters appeared before the eyes of countless Muscovites.

They were surprised, they questioned, but everyone was eager to try.

However, this is not enough.

Under Qin Yuan's powerful influence, an invisible net was quickly cast across the Chinese trading community in Moscow.

All traders in or passing through Moscow received the same instruction:
Head to the massive Far East trade warehouse in the city center.

In just over six months, thanks to the steel arteries of the K3 and K20 international trains, the number of Chinese people coming to the Soviet Union to seek their fortunes has grown like a snowball.

When these people gathered at the warehouse from all corners of Moscow, there were already three or four thousand of them, a dense, dark mass.

The warehouse was bustling with noise and steaming with heat.

Accents from all over the country mingled together. Acquaintances greeted each other, while strangers chatted for a few minutes, exchanging stories of their journeys and information about goods, and some even closed several deals on the spot.

The entire warehouse didn't resemble a meeting; it was more like a bustling, giant marketplace.

But amidst the commotion, everyone's gaze involuntarily drifted toward the warehouse entrance and the high platform, waiting for the will that could gather them all here to appear.

Among the crowd were several players, including Northeast Tiger, Black Frozen Pear, and Haidian Xiaodao. Their eyes held not only curiosity but also deep awe.

"Tiger, do you think all the Chinese people in Moscow have come?"

Black Pear was a girl in her early twenties with rosy cheeks. She breathed hot air onto her hands and looked around at the crowd with a sigh.

Brother Northeast Tiger looked around and nodded solemnly: "Even if not all of them are here, it's almost certainly them. I've already seen quite a few familiar faces in just a few glances."

Haidian Xiao, being young and unable to keep secrets, exclaimed in amazement, "Master Jing is truly amazing! He doesn't even need to show his face; with just a word, all the speculators in Moscow came rushing over as if they'd heard a rallying cry."

"Nonsense, if Master Jing isn't awesome, who is?" Northeast Tiger retorted, though his eyes continued to scrutinize.

My heart was in turmoil.

He did see quite a few familiar faces, including Mr. Guan from Northeast Trading, whose net worth must be close to a million. He didn't expect him to be here either.

Meanwhile, on the back street, the Wenzhou gang, who set up stalls to rip off Russians, were squatting not far away.

It can be said that whether they were millionaires who had built factories in both places, or backpackers who came to Moscow to do business and cheat, they all gathered in this warehouse at this time.

"So, what exactly is Master Jing trying to do?"

He couldn't help but wonder.

The last time all the traders were gathered together was to deal with the local gangs.

what about now?

What is Qin Yuan's purpose?
Just as he was pondering this, the light at the warehouse entrance dimmed, and two tall figures strode in with the imposing presence of dragons and tigers.

The warehouse, which was originally as noisy as a vegetable market, suddenly became quiet.

This almost instinctive awe of authority sent a chill down the spines of players like Northeast Tiger.

"No wonder Jingye was able to build such a large business in the Soviet Union. Any two of them could have this kind of deterrent power."

Black Frozen Pear muttered to itself.

Haidian Xiaodao and others deeply agreed.

Brother Northeast Tiger immediately recognized the two people who came in as Binzi and Gangzi, who were standing next to Qin Yuan.

It is said that these two were the ones who helped Qin Yuan establish the Far East Trade Center.

He had only heard of it before, but now he saw it with his own eyes.

As Binzi, nearly two meters tall, walked onto the platform, he exuded an even greater sense of oppression.

"Thank you all for coming."

Binzi spoke up: "I'm sure everyone has seen the advertisement posted in front of the warehouse. That's right, our Far East Trading Company is going to establish a bank, a bank owned by the Chinese people."

"There are two main reasons why I called you here today."

"First, all the money dealers in Moscow, and even in the Soviet Union thereafter, can deposit their money in the Far Eastern International Bank. We will keep it safe for you, and you can withdraw it through Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia, after you return home."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Opening a bank in the Soviet Union? And being able to withdraw money in Mongolia? The connections in Far East trade are truly extensive!
For these middlemen, the biggest headache is how to safely bring their hard-earned rubles back to their country, as the risks along the way are self-evident.

If the money could be deposited in the Far East International Bank, even if it was just withdrawn in Mongolia, it would greatly reduce the trouble and risk!
The scene immediately became lively, with a barrage of questions being thrown at the platform:

"Brother Bin, is our deposit interest rate also 18%-25%?"

"Brother Bin, besides Moscow and Ulaanbaatar, will there be branches in other places?"

"When will you be able to open a branch in the country?"

Binzi pressed his hands down, and the room immediately fell silent: "Everyone, our Far East International Bank has only just obtained its license and is not yet capable of expanding so rapidly."

"Opening branches in China is our goal, but it takes time and we need to let the domestic market see our strength and credibility."

He then changed the subject: "So, the second thing I've asked you all to do today is to ask for your help in letting more people in Moscow know that our Far Eastern International Bank is about to open!"

Immediately, someone in the audience said, "Brother Bin, just give the order. Most of us rely on the channels and sources of goods in the Far East trade. We'll help without hesitation if we can!"

"Alright! Then I thank you all in advance!" Binzi clasped his hands in a fist salute and winked at Gangzi.

Gangzi understood and immediately led several of his men to carry out several large boxes and began distributing the prepared leaflets to the audience.

Brother Northeast Tiger also took a stack.

The flyer is designed simply yet impactfully, with a striking line of large Russian text at the top:

[Let your rubles generate even more rubles at the Far Eastern International Bank!]

Besides this sentence, the paper also featured a beautifully drawn picture of the Far Eastern International Bank, which looked magnificent and imposing.

And there's more than just this one type of flyer.

On a blue flyer, it read:

[Help yourself against inflation and preserve and grow your wealth! Your wealth needs smarter choices!]

Looking at these two straightforward yet extremely tempting advertising slogans, Brother Northeast Tiger was deeply shocked.

He tried to put himself in the shoes of an ordinary Soviet citizen and found himself unable to resist the urge to deposit his money.

Master Jing's ability to understand people is truly amazing!
That's why they say they're good at business; they cleared customs by the end of the year.

He truly believed it.

Upon seeing these flyers, he immediately understood what Binzi meant by the second thing.

The resellers were scattered throughout the streets and corners of Moscow.

Far East Trade undoubtedly wanted to use these middlemen to quickly spread these leaflets throughout the streets and alleys of Moscow.

This method of maximizing human resources is simple, brutal, yet terrifyingly efficient!
That's so typical of Master Jing!
But instead of resisting, he cooperated willingly.

Northeast Tiger raised his eyes and scanned the people present.

He believed that the vast majority of people here shared the same thoughts as him.

Because trade with the Far East was never an adversarial relationship for them.

On the contrary, these people are more like vines twining around this towering tree. The more lush and leafy the tree is, the higher they can climb and absorb more sunlight and rain.

"Master Jing's control over people's hearts and the overall situation is truly terrifying!"

And just as Brother Siberian Tiger had thought.

In the following days, Far Eastern International Bank leaflets with enticing advertising slogans seemed to have sprung up all over Moscow overnight.

They can be found everywhere: at subway entrances, in markets, in mailboxes in residential buildings, and even next to bulletin boards in some government agencies.

The advertising slogans on the flyers.

Like a series of keys, they precisely unlocked the hearts of Soviet citizens who had long suffered from inflation and the suppression of low interest rates by state-owned banks, speculators with large amounts of gray income, and small and medium-sized factory owners who were desperately seeking ways to make money.

The public, panicked by the devaluation of the ruble and eager to preserve and increase their wealth, went completely mad.

Although Far Eastern International Bank is still undergoing intensive renovations, long, winding queues have already formed in front of its temporary information center.

People, clutching thick wads of ruble cash, their eyes a mixture of doubt, anticipation, and greed, anxiously inquired about the opening date and specific deposit details.

Meanwhile, a black imported Mercedes-Benz sedan was slowly driving down a bustling street.

Qin Yuan sat comfortably in the back seat, his gaze calmly sweeping over the scenery outside the car window.

Along both sides of the street, rows of bank buildings, each with its own unique style but all exuding a modern feel, stand side by side, with all sorts of English, German, and French signs vying for attention.

This is the famous financial district of Moscow and even the entire Soviet Union.

Locals prefer to call it—

Ten Nations Bank Street.

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(End of this chapter)