My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 32 One word, wait
As night deepened, the gate of the courtyard house creaked open.

Binzi, Gangzi, and Magan walked in, their bodies radiating cold air, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and an indescribable excitement.

"Brother Yuan! It's done! It's a complete success!"

Binzi, not even bothering to catch his breath, grabbed the iced tea on the table and gulped down a large mouthful. Wiping his mouth, he whispered, "Right now, throughout Beijing, from Dongdan to Xidan, from Nanluoguxiang to under the overpass, everyone with ears is talking about 'the Russians' and '300,000'!"

Even the old man playing chess at the entrance of the alley is guessing who this 'ruthless man of Yanjing' really is!

Gangzi plopped down, even more excited: "More than that! Those street vendors and those running errands for permits are green with envy!"

"I just passed by Qianmen, and wow, a bunch of foreign exchange brokers were gathered together, arguing about what kind of goods they were going to bring back from Moscow!"

"They looked like they wanted to hitch a ride on a train and leave tomorrow!"

Ma Gan'er nodded vigorously, his face showing disbelief: "Brother Yuan, this fire you've set is burning too brightly!"

"It's all over the place now. They're saying that in the Soviet Union, our jeans can be sold for gold and our leather jackets can be traded for cars. They're making it sound so real!"

"Next, shouldn't we...?"

He rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming with eagerness.

Qin Yuan sat under the lamp, the cigarette between his fingers wisps of smoke rising.

His face showed no excitement whatsoever, as calm as a deep pool of water.

"Next step?" He flicked his cigarette ash lightly, his voice flat and emotionless. "Wait."

"Wait?" Gangzi was stunned, his excitement freezing on his face. "Wait for what? The fire's already burning, shouldn't we strike while the iron is hot?"

Qin Yuan glanced at his three eager and impatient brothers and said, "What's the rush? You're not ready yet."

"As for the goods? The invitations?" He shook his head slightly. "Giving them out now would be too easy on them."

"Good things need to whet people's appetites before they can fetch an astronomical price!"

The three listened to Qin Yuan's words, and although they were still somewhat confused, his calm and far-sightedness in controlling the overall situation gradually calmed their restless hearts.

If Brother Yuan says to wait, then we'll wait!

Brother Yuan's schemes have never gone wrong!

Qin Yuan looked at them and thought to himself: Of course we have to wait.

He had to wait for Old Zhang to return with that crucial "stepping stone," and also wait for the storm he had personally ignited to fully ferment and expand in Yanjing City, and even in the circles of those astute players, until it became an unstoppable torrent.

He knows the trajectory of history all too well.

In just a few years, even elementary school students will know that being a "middleman" in China is outdated, and the real "golden road" is outside the country.

The icy and snowy Soviet Union was a virgin land that had not yet been fully developed, yet was full of "gold".

However, they will soon discover that the gate to this "golden land" is tightly locked by two invisible shackles.

Visa and invitation letter.

This is a natural and ruthless screening barrier that keeps countless "sharks" with only greed but no connections or strength out of the door.

What Qin Yuan was waiting for was for this threshold to be driven to a despairing level, so that those who had the ability to cross it would willingly pay a high price!
In the following days, events unfolded exactly as Qin Yuan had predicted, even more so than he had imagined.

The first issue is visas.

The K3 international train requires a transit visa, which is the first hurdle that stands in the way of countless ambitious travelers.

Therefore, business invitations from the Soviet Union became instantly in high demand.

This document is one of the core documents for obtaining a Soviet visa, and it is issued by a company or institution within the Soviet Union.

Before Qin Yuan released the "300,000" myth, this thing was in short supply, but the price was relatively stable.

But now, with the outbreak of the "gold rush", invitations have instantly become the most sought-after items!

On the black market, the price of an ordinary business invitation letter has skyrocketed from a few hundred yuan to a staggering one thousand yuan! Or even higher! And there are no buyers to be found!

"Does anyone have an invitation letter? I'm really interested! Price is negotiable!"

"I'll offer two thousand! As long as it's real! Let's trade immediately!"

"Damn it, it was 800 yesterday! How come it's 1500 today?!"

"Nonsense! The whole city is looking for this thing! How could it be cheap?!"

The scalpers who resold the invitations made a fortune and were all smiles.

Those eager to board the K3 train were willing to go bankrupt and beg and plead everywhere for this "travel permit".

However, driven by enormous profits, people's wisdom and scheming abilities are limitless.

I don't know who discovered this "shortcut" – the Hungarian visa!

As an Eastern European country, Hungary had close ties with the Soviet Union, and its visas offered a high degree of convenience for travel within the Soviet Union.

More importantly, the difficulty and cost of obtaining a Hungarian visa are far lower than obtaining a Soviet visa directly!
This news spread like wildfire, instantly igniting the hopes of countless people!

A long queue formed overnight in front of the Hungarian Embassy in China!

The crowds were so large that the long, winding queues completely blocked the usually quiet embassy district!
People of all accents and backgrounds mingled together, their faces etched with anxiety, longing, and a fervent desire for wealth.

"Comrade! I have all the materials! Expedited! Is expedited possible? I'll pay more!"

"Brother, can you help me cut in line? I have an emergency at home!"

"Damn it, I should have come to queue yesterday! This queue is going to take forever!"

The noise, complaints, and pleas rose and fell.

The embassy staff were overwhelmed by this sudden "spectacle" and had to temporarily deploy additional personnel to maintain order, and even set up a cordon.

Visa fee? Express processing fee? Agency fee?

These costs become negligible in the face of huge profit expectations!
As long as they can get that ticket to "K3", people are willing to pay any price!

Qin Yuan was not surprised when he heard the news.

It could even be said that it was expected.

There is no shortage of smart people in this world.

Hungary's visa-free policy for Chinese citizens is not exactly a secret.

People have been using this route to go abroad for a long time.

It's only natural that some people now associate this road with going to the Soviet Union.

But he wasn't worried about any of that.

There are too many people thinking about going abroad to make money these days, and not many people can actually get the visa.

Because Hungary's path will soon be blocked by him.

Only in this way can invitations truly fetch a good price.

With Qin Yuan's encouragement, the entire city of Yanjing seemed to be infected by a fanatical virus called "Soviet speculators".

On the streets and in the alleys, during casual conversations, people invariably talk about "K3," "Moscow," "jeans," and "300,000"...

Even the air was filled with an atmosphere of anxiety, greed, and eagerness.

Just as the frenzy reached its peak, the gate of the courtyard house was pushed open again.

Old Zhang, looking travel-worn, is back!

Qin Yuan finally met the person he had been waiting for!
(End of this chapter)