My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 258 concludes the story, the volume ends.

As dusk approached, Moscow was blanketed in a vast expanse of silvery white by days of heavy snow.

Against this tranquil backdrop, the sky seemed to be torn open, and towering snowflakes poured down without warning, becoming even more dense and instantly enveloping the world.

It was very abrupt, as if it appeared suddenly.

At the entrance of the Far East Group headquarters building, a Volga sedan drove over the fresh snow and came to a steady stop.

The tall Binzi pushed open the car door and got out, vigorously shaking off the snowflakes that had quickly accumulated on his coat.

His gaze swept across the room and he saw Gangzi, who was already waiting at the door, also covered in snow.

"Brother Bin! Long time no see! You look even more robust than before!"

Gangzi greeted him with a grin and patted Binzi's strong arm hard.

Binzi was always seen as serious and unsmiling by others, but he would show some smiles in front of Gangzi, Qin Yuan and the others.

He patted Gangzi on the shoulder and asked in a deep voice, "You arrived early. Do you know why my brother called us over in such a hurry?"

This is currently the busiest time for trade in the Far East.

Baltic beer, Tsar Kvass, Jeanswest clothing...

Against the backdrop of extreme shortages of supplies in the Soviet Union, the sales and profits of these sought-after goods reached an astonishing peak.

As the de facto leader of Far East trade, Binzi had to be at the center, coordinating the vast network of goods and distribution channels, and he could not afford to be idle for a moment.

“I just arrived too,” Gangzi said, his smile fading. “I thought you knew something about it.”

"But I've inquired, and it seems that Brother Yuan only invited the two of us. He didn't notify Lao Pan or Lao Wang."

He paused, then guessed, "It shouldn't be anything serious, probably just a get-together for us old brothers. After all, Brother Yuan trusts those of us who have followed him since he was a nobody."

Binzi nodded, but his brows remained furrowed: "It's not just the two of us. On the way here, I received a call from Jianhua; he was also among those summoned."

"Jianhua is here too?" Gangzi's smile vanished completely, and his expression turned serious. "Brother Yuan wouldn't easily call the three of us back from the front line at the same time... It seems something really big has happened."

As the two were talking in hushed tones, another car broke through the snow and drove up to the front of the building.

Chen Jianhua wrapped his coat tighter, hurriedly got out of the car, and immediately smiled when he saw the two of them.

"Brother Bin, Brother Gang!"

He greeted them.

"Let's go inside and talk." Binzi nodded calmly and turned around first.

The three walked side by side into the warm hall. As soon as they reached the elevator, they saw Wu Weiguo standing solemnly in front of the elevator door, like an iron tower, waiting for them.

Seeing that even the brother in charge of Qin Yuan's core security had come forward, the three of them felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, and the premonition that "something big is going to happen" grew stronger.

On the top floor, in Qin Yuan's office.

Elena received the report from the front desk, turned around and whispered to Qin Yuan, who was sitting behind his desk writing furiously, "Qin, everyone is here."

Qin Yuan didn't look up, but simply pushed a list he had just finished copying, still wet with ink, toward the table, his voice devoid of emotion: "Let them all come in."

"Yes." Elena nodded and went out to deliver the message. A few minutes later, the office door was opened again.

Binzi, Gangzi, Wu Weiguo, Chen Jianhua, and Elena all came in.

"Brother Yuan."

"elder brother."

There are many different names for it.

"Come and sit down, everyone." Qin Yuan raised his head, and his tense face finally showed a slight smile.

"Brother Yuan, why did you call us all together in such a hurry? Has something serious happened?"

Gangzi, being the most impatient, asked the question before even sitting down.

"Brother, is there...something going on with the Security Committee?"

Because Binzi was in charge of the trade network, he had the best access to information and vaguely guessed some of the directions.

Qin Yuan did not answer directly, but gently pushed the list on his desk in front of everyone.

"You guys take a look at this first."

Binzi, without hesitation, was the first to pick up the list, his eyes sharp as he quickly scanned each name on it.

“Bricheno, Zhang Deyuan… these are the middle managers we’ve promoted in the Far East Trade over the past six months. They’ve done a very good job, and I’m even planning to give some of them more important roles. Brother, what… happened to them?”

He looked up, his eyes filled with confusion.

Qin Yuan did not answer.

Gangzi took the list and quickly identified several names from his own logistics system.

Next was Chen Jianhua. He saw several very familiar names, even those who could be considered his right-hand men, in the list of the sales team and distribution network that he had built from scratch. His face turned pale instantly.

Wu Weiguo saw a glaring red circle on the list of security personnel.

Elena also discovered many newly promoted managers who have recently performed "outstandingly" in the newly expanded business sectors such as hotels and banks.

"Qin, the people on this list... are all key personnel within our group. What does this mean?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Elena's azure eyes. She suddenly realized something. "Could this be... the one Director Latvian gave you before he left?"

"good."

Qin Yuan laughed, but there was no warmth in that laugh; instead, it was chillingly sinister. "All the names circled in red on the list are our group's moles, KGB informants."

"what?!"

Inside the office, apart from Elena, who was already mentally prepared, the other three were almost simultaneously speechless, their faces filled with disbelief.

Looking at the names of several familiar classmates, Chen Jianhua asked in disbelief, "Brother Yuan, you're not kidding, are you? Is this for real?"

These classmates are his partners who spend every day with him.

Two of them were veterans who joined when he helped Qin Yuan build the campus team.

These people are actually spies with ulterior motives?
Do you think I'm joking?

Qin Yuan looked at him, his expression calm.

Chen Jianhua was speechless. He knew, of course, that Qin Yuan wouldn't.

Everyone present needed time to process this harsh reality. Their vast empire, painstakingly built, had long been riddled with holes from within.

“Brother,” Binzi was the first to recover from his shock, “So you called us back to…take action against these people?”

“Remember,” Qin Yuan didn’t answer directly, but his instructions were crystal clear, carrying a chilling killing intent, “be quick and leave no trace.”

"None of these people can be spared."

"Clean up their offices, homes, places they frequent, and all places where they might hide or pass information. Leave nothing that could be detrimental to the group."

"Yes!"

The men obeyed resolutely, their eyes showing no further hesitation.

However, the main executors of this "major purge" were actually Wu Weiguo and Binzi.

They possessed a special operations team comprised of some seasoned former KGB personnel and early-joined veteran special forces core members.

This force, hidden in the shadows, launched a swift and decisive purge within the following week, based on the red marks on the list.

The action was swift, accurate, and ruthless.

Dozens of "spies" who had infiltrated the group, holding different positions and transmitting intelligence to different back-end entities, were swiftly, quietly, and thoroughly removed from the Far East Group's core system within the next week under various "reasonable" pretexts such as "accidents," "sudden illnesses," "voluntary resignations to return home," or "transfers to remote areas to develop business."

The entire process was as smooth as autumn leaves falling, without causing any large-scale disturbances or giving outsiders any opportunity to spy on the internal turmoil.

While this internal storm was brewing, Latvian, under Qin Yuan's meticulous arrangements, quietly left the Soviet Union and flew to London.

The closer we get to a major upheaval, the more we need to make those behind-the-scenes figures believe that everything is normal and calm.

Meanwhile, Kuibyshev.

A large number of experts and scholars boarded the flights arranged by Sichuan Airlines.

A series of assets, except for the core nine design bureaus—the Tupolev Design Bureau—slowly slipped into the jaws of the Far East Group.

In the city of Nikolayev, Vkolan.

With meticulous arrangements made by the Far East Foundation, Valery Babic, carrying only simple luggage and filled with confusion, boarded a seemingly ordinary cargo plane accompanied by his family.

Just before the gangway closed, he turned back one last time and took a deep look in the direction of the Black Sea Shipyard.

As twilight descended, his "Varyag," the giant ship to which he had poured half his life's blood, was reduced to a massive and tragic silhouette, like an abandoned steel behemoth lying quietly in the cold dock.

He didn't know what awaited him in the East, but staying here meant only the despair of his dreams being completely extinguished.

September 12, evening.

The wind and snow are still there.

The top-floor office of the Far East Group.

Qin Yuan and all the core members quietly gathered around the television.

On the screen, Gorbachev, looking tired but calm, was delivering his final speech as the leader of the Soviet Union in an almost numb tone.

"...In view of the situation that has arisen since the establishment of the Commonwealth of Independent States, I am resuming my activities as the Supreme Leader of the Soviet Union..."

There was no fervor, no indignation, only the settling of historical dust.

When the speech ended, the camera switched back to the Kremlin, where the red flag bearing the hammer and sickle was slowly lowered in the cold wind.

The office fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone knew that they had witnessed the funeral of a superpower and participated in an unprecedented transfer of wealth.

Binzi let out a long sigh of relief, breaking the silence: "It's over..."

Chen Jianhua rubbed his sore eyes and murmured, "The Soviet Union... it really... just like that, it's gone?"

Moscow outside the window was covered in snow, its lights dim, and unusually quiet, as if the entire city was holding its breath, listening to the end of an era.

And this moment was witnessed by countless eyes in different places, with different feelings.

Navigating the Business World: My 1991

The chat group was flooded with messages like an explosion.

[Northeast Tiger Brother: My God, is the Soviet Union really finished? Did Master Jing's prediction come true?]

[Yangcheng Dachao: The collapse of the Soviet Union is an epic storyline! Jingye was deeply involved in the Soviet Union; could this be the key to completing the game?]

[Shadow Emperor: It's over, everyone.]

The moment Feng Zhaokun's words appeared on all the players' virtual screens.

On the television screen, Gorbachev also finished reading the last word of his speech.

In Qin Yuan's vision, everything in front of him seemed to become transparent, flickered a few times, and then, like shattered pixels, silently and completely disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, a series of grand, cold system notifications, seemingly originating from the very source of the universe, resounded like thunderous bells deep within his mind and in the consciousness of all the players:
[A historical moment marked: the Soviet Union officially dissolved.]

The main storyline, "Twilight of the Northern Empire," is now complete.

[Achieve the title of "Gold Digger of the Northern Empire" and be promoted to "Heir to the Imperial Legacy".]

[Final wealth ranking confirmed: No. 1 "I am Master Jing".]

[Hidden quest chain "The Birth of an Oligarch" completion rate: 100%.]

Overall Rating: SSS

[The conditions for clearing the level have been met. Player "Qin Yuan," would you like to settle the score immediately and exit the current world?]

Outside the window, the great bell of history has already tolled, and an era has been completely buried.

Inside the window, a business legend he had personally created was also coming to an end.

Qin Yuan stood there quietly, taking one last look at the vast, cold, yet infinitely promising new land outside the window.

He took one last look at the comrades behind him who had fought alongside him through thick and thin and created the empire's glory.

His finger, in the void, pointed steadily and firmly—

【yes】.

(Soviet Union Volume, End)

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