My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 257 History can be this absurd.

Qin Yuan was tempted.

Although the KGB was disbanded, the four newly established departments will undoubtedly inherit most of its legacy and secrets in the future.

The thick, sealed file before him, regardless of whether its contents were directly related to him, was enough to tempt him with the real secrets about the collapse of this superpower that it might contain.

That might be the truth behind the collapse of the Soviet Union, a message that has never been declassified in later generations.

Moreover, he could easily afford the price of this deal.

"Director Latvian, I heard you're planning to immigrate to the UK? Once you're there, you'll have to spend a lot of money to settle down and buy property."

Qin Yuan spoke calmly, taking out an elegant checkbook from his suit pocket with unhurried movements. "Name your price. Considering our past cooperation, I'll do my best to help."

"Brother Qin is indeed straightforward!" A glint of light flashed in Latvian's cloudy eyes. Without beating around the bush, he held up two fingers. "Twenty million US dollars. I only want twenty million, US dollars."

"In addition, my family and I need to get to London, England safely."

Twenty million US dollars is by no means a small amount; it's enough for any ordinary person to live a life of luxury for several lifetimes.

However, Qin Yuan believed it was worth it as a price to buy out the past and potentially gain priceless secrets.

He hesitated for only a moment before quickly writing down the long, dizzying string of numbers on the check and signing his name.

"With this HSBC cheque, you can cash the first payment at any branch."

"The remaining amount will be transferred in full to your designated overseas account before December 25th."

Qin Yuan pushed the check over, "As for your trip abroad, I will have someone arrange it."

Latvís finally broke into a genuine smile. He picked up the check, examined the number carefully, and his smile deepened.

He then pushed the sealed document on the bar counter in front of Qin Yuan as if it were an insignificant piece of junk.

“Brother Qin, let me give you a piece of advice,” Latvian said in a low voice, with a hint of something sinister in his tone, “After you’ve read this document, you’d better… remember to destroy it completely.”

"If what's inside leaks out, hehe, it'll be a complete upheaval."

"Don't worry, Director Latvian, I know what's important."

Qin Yuan reached out and picked up the heavy document, casually replying, but his gaze had already fallen on the wax seal on the document bag.

Latvís seemed to have been relieved of a tremendous burden at that moment.

Although he was feeling down, this huge sum of money, combined with his savings over the previous years, was enough for him and his family to join the upper class in Britain and live a comfortable life.

He let out a long sigh of relief, stood up, and straightened his slightly wrinkled coat.

"Alright, Brother Qin, take care." Before parting, he said one last thing, "Let me give you one more piece of advice: the Ye family has already made their move against us old folks."

"In St. Petersburg, Ye Jianying set more than a dozen traps for Sobchek, and he was almost accused of treason."

"However, the club valued him far more than I did. With the intervention of powerful forces, he not only got through safely, but even further consolidated his power in St. Petersburg."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Unlike me, once I lost the Security Committee, I completely lost my value and became a pawn that could be discarded at any time."

"You should also prepare early. The Soviet Union... no, to be precise, the future Russia will never again be a country where foreigners like you can run rampant."

Qin Yuan simply responded with a faint smile, without uttering a word.

He was well aware of what the future of Russia would look like.

That was not the end of capitalism, but rather an even more insane and blatant feast of plunder.

The Ye family, who seems to be full of ambition at this moment, will soon be dragged down by his family, confidants, and the domestic and foreign forces that helped him rise to power, and subjected to the infamous "shock therapy" on the country.

As for Sobček?

Passing through this dangerous situation does not mean the end.

Ye's suppression of this faction will not stop here.

Qin Yuan was well aware of his future fate.

Moreover, for Qin Yuan, this world is both a real experience and a game that he will eventually complete.

This will be the first world he conquers.

Latvís saw that Qin Yuan was unmoved by his warning, and although he didn't know what Qin Yuan was relying on, he didn't say anything more.

He downed the last drop of wine in his glass in one gulp, as if bidding a final farewell to the past, and then strode away.

But that figure, under the dim light of the bar, inevitably exuded a sense of loneliness and desolation.

This was, after all, the motherland where he had struggled and fought for most of his life. Qin Yuan watched him disappear through the back door, his gaze immediately turning cold as he refocused on the document in his hand.

He slowly unsealed the document, pulled out a stack of printed papers from the file bag, and quickly scanned them.

After reading only the first few pages, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he gasped!
He had previously speculated about the size of the "power club" behind Latvian, knowing it must be deeply entrenched.

But he never expected that this group would have such a vast reach and such a high hierarchy!
The names listed in the document, including Sobchek, were all members of the privileged class at the top of the Soviet pyramid, spanning key areas of the party, government, military, and economy.

A chilling truth pierced his mind like a dagger: those who truly wanted to push the Soviet Union into the abyss were not external enemies, but rather the very core "insiders" who had enjoyed the benefits of the alliance for seventy years!
He had similar vague guesses, but when the list, confirmed by the KGB's core department, was laid bare before him, the impact of the confirmation was still incredibly shocking.

This list, which should have been permanently sealed deep within the KGB's most top-secret archives, has now become Latvian's "money to buy his life" and "tool for revenge."

As for why these people would destroy their own Great Wall?

The reason may be cruel yet simple.

Although Gorbachev's reforms were chaotic, they did, to some extent, affect or limit their vested interests.

In any dramatic social upheaval, existing interest groups will inevitably fragment.

These people are smarter and more dangerous than the rigid conservatives.

They took advantage of the chaos instigated by Gorbachev to push the entire country into the abyss of collapse, hoping to build a true "kingdom" on the ruins, controlled by their family for generations.

Looking at the familiar or illustrious names on the paper, a chill ran down Qin Yuan's spine.

The image of Yeh, the so-called "democratic" leader, as a "powerful leader" now seems incredibly ironic.

He's more like a "figurehead" and a... pathetic figure, pushed to the forefront by behind-the-scenes conspirators to draw attention and clean up the mess.

History can be so absurd!
No wonder that Vladimir, a KGB agent and Sobchek's student, was eventually able to rise to power.

He not only represented the continued interests of these privileged classes, but also, when Ye realized he could not control the situation, choosing to abdicate "dignifiedly" was perhaps the only way to avoid being completely purged.

However, everyone underestimated the iron fist and foresight of that young man who had been trained in the KGB.

The seemingly chaotic historical trajectory.

At this moment, it seems as if a faint yet chilling line of logic has emerged.

Qin Yuan took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and continued flipping through the papers.

The next second, his gaze froze on a certain page, and his face instantly turned ashen!
"Damn it!"

He slammed his hand on the hard oak bar, making a loud "bang," which caused Elena and Wu Weiguo, who were not far away, to change their expressions and rush forward.

"Stop!" Qin Yuan didn't even turn his head. He stretched out his palm and made a firm gesture to stop them, blocking them five meters away.

His voice was cold, carrying an unquestionable authority.

He is now incredibly grateful that he spent those twenty million dollars to buy this top-secret file from Latvian.

If he hadn't seen the contents with his own eyes, he might have remained forever immersed in the illusion of the business empire he had built.

He may never know that his seemingly impregnable kingdom has been thoroughly infiltrated and riddled with holes, like a giant sieve!

This second part of the document contains a detailed list of key personnel from all holding companies and factories under the Far East Group, from the Far East Trade era to the present.

Among these lists, hundreds of names are circled in striking red.

Without exception, all of these people were labeled with the same identity.

"Informants" belonging to the Security Committee (and its successor departments).

What chilled him to the bone was that among the names highlighted in red, he saw many familiar faces, some of whom were even middle managers he considered capable and trusted to a certain extent!

He knew, of course, that the group couldn't be clean, just like Elena, who was initially a "swallow" placed by the KGB to be by his side.

However, he would never allow so many "spies" to exist that were beyond his control and knowledge!
These lurking informants are like ticking time bombs, ready to expose his business secrets, fund flows, and even secret transactions with various forces to the light of day at any moment.

Once he achieves his goal and leaves this game world, the Far East Group, which possesses these "insider eyes," will be instantly torn apart and devoured by various hungry wolves-like forces after losing his backing, leaving not even a trace!
He could simply walk away, but what about Binzi, Gangzi, Pan Shiyi, Elena... all those who fought alongside him all the way?
In his heart, they were no longer cold NPCs or data codes, but flesh-and-blood partners who fought side by side.

He could not tolerate them becoming victims of a power struggle after he left.

Moreover, he had poured his heart and soul into the commercial empire he had built, which spanned Eurasia, and had an inseparable affection for it.

Although Qin Yuan was still unclear about the specific reward mechanism after "passing the level", the document left by Latvians had already stirred up a murderous intent in his heart.

"Before I clear the level, a thorough... purge is inevitable."

Qin Yuan's eyes flickered.

(End of this chapter)