My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 27 My name is Fang Minghai

Binzi and the other two were deeply moved, even feeling a sense of loyalty and humility.

"Brother Yuan..." Ma Gan'er's voice trembled, and his eyes were red. "I... my life, Ma Gan'er's life, is yours from now on!"

"If you point east, I'll never go west! Don't mention 9,600, even if it's 960, I'll still follow you!"

"Brother Yuan!" Gangzi was so excited that his face turned red. He patted his chest and said, "Just for your loyalty and generosity, my life is yours from now on! I'll go through fire and water for you, just say the word!"

Binzi didn't speak; he just nodded vigorously, his gaze meeting Qin Yuan's in the air.

They were childhood friends, inseparable, and everything was understood without words.

Suddenly, Magan remembered something.

Looking at the mountain of jeans piled up in the room, he said worriedly, "Brother Yuan, we've completely offended Boss Li (of the floral shirts) now, and the supply from Hexin Factory... is probably cut off."

"Even if we had the money, they wouldn't sell to us anymore. Where would we find such a large and cheap source of goods?"

His words hit the nail on the head.

Without a stable supply channel, no amount of capital can sustain you.

Da Binzi also frowned and looked at Qin Yuan.

Qin Yuan showed no sign of anxiety. He slowly and methodically divided the money that belonged to him and Uncle Zhang into several stacks and carefully wrapped them in old newspapers.

He didn't even look up when he heard what Magan said.

Only after neatly stacking the wrapped money into a canvas bag and dusting off his hands did he look up at the skinny guy and calmly say, "There are countless garment factories in the South. There are plenty of factories that are larger, have better quality, and lower prices than Hexin Factory!"

"Besides, even without Butcher Zhang, are we still going to eat pigs with hair on?"

He stood up and stretched his muscles, which had become stiff from sitting or lying down for so long, but in an instant, his eyes became sharp and unparalleled:
"Tomorrow, come with me to the Yanjing Grand Hotel."

The following day, at the Yanjing Grand Hotel.

The grandeur here is completely different from that of the courtyard houses in the hutongs.

Revolving glass doors, gleaming marble floors, waiters in impeccable uniforms, and the air filled with the mingled scents of coffee, cigars, and expensive perfumes.

Everything about it exudes a kind of "sophistication" and "high-class" that is out of step with ordinary people.

Knowing the place well, Qin Yuan led Binzi straight inside.

As the saying goes, money gives men courage, but it's also the lifeblood of the poor!
The two stepped into this place again, but their state of mind was completely different from the last time.

Last time, he came with only 5,000 yuan to "get something for nothing," but this time, he comes with real achievements and even greater ambitions.

Fang Minghai was still in his luxurious suite.

When his assistant announced Qin Yuan's arrival, a barely perceptible look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He had assumed the young man wouldn't appear until the jeans were sold out, or even after the next K3 run.

Qin Yuan and Binzi were led inside. Fang Minghai sat on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee, his demeanor still composed, but his eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.

"Mr. Qin, you're back so soon? It seems your trip to Moscow was quite fruitful?"

Fang Minghai put down his coffee cup, his tone carrying the probing characteristic of a businessman.

Without any formalities, Qin Yuan placed the heavy canvas bag he was carrying directly on the coffee table with a dull thud.

He unzipped the zipper, revealing neatly stacked stacks of banknotes wrapped in old newspapers.

“Mr. Fang,” Qin Yuan’s voice was steady, hoarse from a long journey, but exceptionally clear, “this is your principal and share.”

He took out a thicker paper package and pushed it in front of Fang Minghai: "The principal is five thousand, and according to the agreed interest, the total is six thousand including the principal."

"In addition, this is your share of the 1,000 yuan you invested last time, which is now 12,000 yuan."

"It's 18,000 yuan in total, please count it."

"Eighteen thousand yuan?" Fang Minghai's pupils behind his gold-rimmed glasses contracted slightly!
He picked up the thick paper package, and its weight gave him a slight jolt.

He certainly didn't care about the money, but a thousand-yuan investment turned into twelve thousand yuan in just over twenty days.

A twelve-fold profit?!
This speed, this rate of return... even Fang Minghai, who was used to seeing all kinds of storms, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat!
He unwrapped the paper package, and the brand-new "Great Unity" lettering exuded the fresh scent of ink.

He casually flipped through a few stacks of paper money, checked their authenticity, and then put them down. For the first time, his face revealed undisguised surprise and curiosity: "Mr. Qin, this...this profit...is a bit too astonishing?" Qin Yuan's face remained expressionless as he calmly replied, "This time, we brought 10,000 yuan as capital. After deducting necessary expenses and reserved working capital, we made a net profit of 320,000 yuan."

"Three hundred and twenty thousand?!"

Fang Minghai was truly stunned this time!

He sat bolt upright, his eyes sharp as knives, staring intently at Qin Yuan. "Ten thousand to thirty-two hundred thousand? More than twenty days? Mr. Qin, are you kidding me?"

Qin Yuan met his gaze, his eyes calm and unwavering: "Mr. Fang, do I seem like the kind of person who would joke about something like this?"

This was completely beyond Fang Minghai's expectations.

He thought it would be good enough if Qin Yuan could repay the principal and a little symbolic interest, since a thousand yuan was just a drop in the ocean for him.

He valued Qin Yuan more as a person and wanted to see what kind of trouble he could make on his first trip to Northeast China.

Unexpectedly, the other party not only left with a full load of goods, but was also so generous and particular!
But then, Qin Yuan's next words sent a jolt through Fang Minghai, a Hong Kong businessman who had seen it all.

"In addition," Qin Yuan said in a calm tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter, "the 320,000 yuan earned on this trip is just the first one."

“I still have more than 3,500 pairs of leftover jeans from the Hexin Factory in Yanjing, worth more than 100,000 yuan, ready to be shipped to Moscow at any time.”

"Meanwhile, an elder of mine is currently in Khabarovsk working on a batch of business invitations, which he is expected to bring back soon."

“These invitations can be exchanged for a considerable sum of money in Yanjing.”

Fang Minghai's hand, holding the coffee cup, paused in mid-air for a full three seconds.

He looked at Qin Yuan, the smile on his face gradually fading, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness and scrutiny.

The young people in front of us not only brought back profits far exceeding expectations, but also demonstrated amazing business planning capabilities!

Hoarding and speculation, pulling strings, exploiting information asymmetry and channel barriers...

This is a level of vision and skill that ordinary traders would never possess!

“Mr. Qin,” Fang Minghai put down his coffee cup, leaned forward slightly, and stared intently at Qin Yuan, “You could have just given me 17,000 yuan, or even less, and I would have been very satisfied. After all, my initial investment was only 1,000 yuan.”

"But why are you telling me all this... about the follow-up plans and potential profits?"

That's the key! Fang Minghai wanted to know Qin Yuan's true intentions.

Is it showing off? Is it a gesture of goodwill? Or is there something else going on?
Qin Yuan met Fang Minghai's sharp gaze without flinching, instead revealing a frank and ambitious smile:

"Because I want to get more from you, Mr. Fang."

He paused for a moment, then emphasized:

"It's not just about the next payment."

"It's about a more stable, higher-quality, and larger supply of goods! It's about a deeper level of cooperation!"

"It's the channel that your Hong Kong boss has, a channel that leads directly to the world's factory!"

After he finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Fang Minghai's surprise, doubt, and the shrewd calculation typical of businessmen all froze at that moment.

He stared intently at Qin Yuan, as if he were truly getting to know this young man for the first time.

A few seconds later, a deep, hearty laugh broke the silence.

"Hahaha! Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Fang Minghai stood up, his laughter carrying an indescribable appreciation and a hint of excitement at meeting a worthy opponent.

He walked around the coffee table, stood in front of Qin Yuan, and for the first time extended his hand, his face showing a solemn expression of someone who had met their match.

"Mr. Qin Yuan, let's get to know each other again."

"My name is Fang Minghai."

"You're much more interesting than I imagined, and also... much scarier!"

(End of this chapter)