My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 38 Powerful Strokes, Swift Action

The train rattled into Yanjing Station, and a cloud of dust mixed with the chill of late autumn hit us.

Qin Yuan wrapped his jacket tighter around himself and stepped out of the station exit, only to see Gangzi waiting at the door.

In addition, there was an old Jeep next to him.

Upon seeing Qin Yuan, he rushed over in a few steps, excitedly saying:

"Brother Yuan! We did it! We did it!"

As he said this, he glanced around cautiously, and only when he saw that not many people were paying attention did he feel relieved.

"How many copies have you sold?" Qin Yuan knew exactly why Gangzi was excited and asked directly.

"Seven hundred and forty-six!" Gangzi practically shouted, then suddenly lowered his voice and whispered in Qin Yuan's ear, "A full seven hundred and forty-six, Brother Yuan!"

"Those bastards practically tore our private room in the hotel apart!"

This was Qin Yuan's instruction: to buy and sell invitation letters and to contact all sorts of people from all walks of life.

Everything is at the Yanjing Grand Hotel.

One is to create a deterrent effect by projecting a high-class image, and the other is to eliminate some dangers.

For this purpose, Qin Yuan also spent money to book this top-tier suite for a month.

"Where's the money?" Qin Yuan asked.

Gangzi pulled Qin Yuan to the jeep, opened the back door, and said in a low voice, "Brother Yuan, look!"

On the back seat of the carriage, several unassuming, thick snakeskin bags, bulging so much they looked like they were about to burst, were scattered haphazardly.

The bag wasn't tied tightly, and brand-new banknotes with edges that were even a little sharp could be seen peeking out.

Ten-yuan and fifty-yuan "Smurf" and "Great Unity" banknotes filled the narrow space like a tsunami, and the strong smell of ink and the unique pulp smell of new banknotes almost completely replaced the stale air inside the car.

Sunlight struggled to penetrate the dirty car window, and within the beam of light floated countless tiny dust particles, like disturbed gold dust.

Ma Gan'er squeezed in from the front seat, his face also pale with excitement: "Brother Yuan, my fingers went numb when I was counting...counting the money!"

"The ledger is here, and Brother Bin and Uncle Zhang are still over there finishing up with the last group of people!"

He handed over a hard-covered ledger.

Qin Yuan didn't take the ledger; instead, he leaned forward and casually opened the opening of a snakeskin bag.

The "Great Unity" notes inside were neatly bundled, resembling rough yet heavy gold bricks, their blue surfaces gleaming with a cold yet alluring luster in the dim light.

This is 1342800 yuan in cash.

The year 1990 was a year heavy enough to crush the nerves of any ordinary person.

"Well done." He withdrew his hand, his voice flat, which was exactly what he expected.

He would be surprised if he didn't sell that many units after making such a big splash.

He patted the jeep and asked, "Where did this car come from?"

"I bought it, a used car, not expensive, only 130,000 yuan." Gangzi said excitedly, "Uncle Zhang said that now that our business is growing, we need a car to show off, and it's also convenient for transporting goods."

Qin Yuan nodded: "Uncle Zhang thinks further ahead than I do. We can't skimp on the money that needs to be spent."

“This car is a good buy.”

Qin Yuan opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat: "Let's go to the Yanjing Grand Hotel."

Gangzi grinned: "Alright!"

When he was working at the factory, he liked to sneak in and drive the truck. Now that he has his own car, he is very excited.

With a turn of the steering wheel, the three of them headed towards the Yanjing Grand Hotel.

At this moment, the Yanjing Grand Hotel has undoubtedly become the temporary headquarters of the Far East Trading Company.

Even the receptionists noticed that there were twice as many customers coming in and out today as usual.

When they saw Qin Yuan and Gangzi appear, their eyes almost instinctively turned towards them.

One of them, with an oval face, froze the moment he saw Qin Yuan.

She remembered that face!
He's the same guy who wore that faded old jacket and had a bit of a roguish air about him.

Did they repeatedly approach the front desk to subtly inquire which room Mr. Fang Minghai from Hong Kong Island was staying in, secretly categorizing him as a "street kid trying to climb the social ladder"?

How long has it been?
One month? Two months?

The person in front of me still had the same face, but the whole person seemed to have changed.

The original carefree and nonchalant attitude was replaced by a calm and cold hardness.

His eyebrows were sharp and his steps were steady.

Even that slightly worn jacket didn't look shabby at the moment; instead, it revealed a hidden quality and mystery under the brilliant lights.

Gangzi and Magan followed behind him, one muscular and the other lean. They had also restrained their usual playful nature and were each carrying two large bags.

The receptionists exchanged brief glances, a mixture of surprise, confusion, and a barely perceptible sense of awe quietly creeping in.

Is this the same person?

"Mr. Qin! You've arrived!"

The sound broke the subtle silence, and the lobby manager almost jogged out from the inside of the front desk to greet them, his face full of an exaggeratedly humble smile.

His gaze swept over the slightly glaring white bandage on Qin Yuan's hand, a fleeting look of surprise crossing his face. Then his smile widened, and he bowed slightly, gesturing to lead the way.

This gesture caught the attention of the receptionists, who exchanged glances and were even more shocked.

Who must this person be to command such obsequiousness from a seasoned lobby manager?
"Hmm." Qin Yuan simply nodded, ignoring the various gazes around him, and followed the manager straight to the elevator.

Pushing open the door to the private room on the top floor, the lingering warmth of the revelry and the heavy smell of smoke rushed out. Binzi slumped on the large leather sofa, his face exhausted, his eyes bloodshot, but his spirits were extremely high.

Old Zhang sat opposite him, slowly puffing on his pipe, his gaze constantly scanning a list.

Upon seeing Qin Yuan and the other two enter, Binzi jumped up and exclaimed, "Brother Yuan, you're back!"

He handed over a stack of money: "We just sold another twenty bills, thirty-six thousand. This business is faster than robbery!"

He couldn't help but marvel that no one thought an invitation costing 1,800 yuan was expensive.

Moreover, people kept coming in droves.

The sight of piles of money appearing before his eyes was enough to shock him.

Old Zhang stood up at that moment, his gaze immediately fixed on the bandage on Qin Yuan's hand. "Yuanzi, what happened to your hand? Did something happen in Tianjin?"

After Old Zhang said that, Binzi, Gangzi, and Magan'er also noticed the injury on Qin Yuan's hand.

"Holy shit!" Gangzi's fiery temper flared up immediately: "Brother Yuan, who hurt you? How come I didn't notice?"

Binzi didn't speak, but his tiger-like eyes widened as if he wanted to devour someone.

Ma Gan'er was also filled with anger.

Qin Yuan gestured for them to sit down and casually explained the thief he had encountered on the train the day before.

"It's nothing." Qin Yuan didn't seem to care about the injury on his hand at all, perhaps because it was just a game.

His hand injury healed at an astonishing speed.

He bent down and reached into the bags that Magan'er and Gangzi had just brought in.

They were withdrawing money in stacks.

Twenty stacks.

He walked over to the sofa and threw the two hefty piles of "cash bricks" directly onto the leather sofa.

"Binzi, Gangzi." Qin Yuan turned his gaze to the two of them.

“I’ve already finalized things in Tianjin. Here’s 200,000 yuan in cash as the first deposit for the sheepskin coat.”

"You personally deliver this to Zhao Guanglin, the factory director of Hongxing Factory, watch him sign the receipt, and then escort the first batch of goods he has prepared back!"

Qin Yuan instructed, "Remember, as long as the money is with us, the goods are with us! Keep your eyes open on the road!"

"If you encounter highway robbers, you should take action."

His voice was ruthless.

Two hundred thousand in cash!
Escort!

Binzi and Gangzi looked at the cash in front of them and felt a surge of excitement rush to their heads. The immense sense of responsibility and the thrill of being trusted made them stand up straight.

They both nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, Brother Yuan! We guarantee to complete the mission! Not a single hair will be lost!"

Qin Yuan nodded and took out another fifty bundles from the money mountain, totaling five hundred thousand!

He put the money separately into an inconspicuous canvas travel bag.

"Uncle Zhang, please keep this money safe; it's our capital for the future."

"Control the pace of the buying and selling of invitations, keep the price fixed at 1,800, and control the amount released each day."

"At the same time, tomorrow you should take Magan to the Bureau of Industry and Commerce and help me register the 'Jeanswest' clothing brand in Yanjing."

Qin Yuan's instructions were clear and swift.

Old Zhang took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "Understood! Leave the signboard to me!"

Qin Yuan nodded and asked, "Out of these seven hundred-plus people, how many have you found who are willing to carry our goods?"

Old Zhang immediately put down his pipe, took out a worn notebook from his pocket, carefully opened it, and pointed to the densely packed records inside.

“A total of fifty-three people, we screened them three times,” Old Zhang said in a low voice, with the caution of a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person of the martial arts world).

"The first forty were all lone wolves or groups of two or three, with no real connections. Their strengths lay in their quick wit, agility, resourcefulness, obedience, and reliability."

His rough fingers slid to the last two pages of the notebook: "We'll have to be careful with these last thirteen."

"In Yanjing City or its suburbs, they all have some territory and reputation of their own, and they all have a small group of people who eat for them."

"A big appetite doesn't necessarily mean a pure heart."

He glanced at Qin Yuan and said, "We don't need it for now, but in the future... it might be the way."

Qin Yuan took the notebook and his sharp gaze swept over the names recorded with code names or nicknames.

Three or four more people fell down, and they were among these people.

"almost."

Qin Yuan closed the notebook and looked at Old Zhang: "Uncle Zhang, where's the remittance slip I asked you to prepare?"

Old Zhang immediately pulled out a stack of blank remittance slips from his pocket.

Qin Yuan took it and walked to the table.

He took out a fountain pen, filled it with ink, and held his wrist suspended above the sheet without trembling.

Recipient: Fang Minghai.

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Amount: 500000.00 yuan (in words: Five Hundred Thousand Yuan Only)

Reason: Prepayment for goods
Signature at the end: Qin Yuan.

The handwriting is sharp and powerful, penetrating the paper.

(End of this chapter)