My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 42 Shocked Again
As the train sounded its whistle and began its clattering journey northward.

[Business 1990 Chat Group]

—But it was like a pot of boiling oil with hot stones thrown in, and it boiled instantly!
A system notification is highlighted and pinned to the top:
[System Announcement]: Player 'I am Jingye' has seen a significant increase in wealth value, rising to 4872nd in the global rankings, an increase of over 3000 places. This is hereby announced!

This news came like a thunderbolt, causing those who had been lurking to surface.

[Shanghai's Old Eight Stocks]: Holy crap?! 4872? Did I read that right? Wasn't it hovering outside the top 8,000 just a few days ago?

[Yangcheng Chaozai]: This ascent speed... even a rocket couldn't do this fast! Wasn't it said that Jingye's account was a blank account? Is this a blank account?

【Northeast Tiger Bro】: @I am Master Jing, does Master Jing still take on underlings?

[Shenzhen Electronics Girl]: A blank account reaching under 5,000... That's absolutely ruthless! I admire this master!

[Northwest Wolf]: Heh, I bet he just got lucky, or someone pushed him from behind? Blank board? Nobody believes that!
Amazement, doubt, envy, inquiry... a variety of emotions churn between the words.

While stories of people making a fortune overnight and accumulating wealth are not uncommon on the wealth rankings, a blank account means no initial bonus from family background and no resource support from experienced players.

He achieved such an amazing leap in a short period of time purely through his own efforts.

Its impact and the suspicion it sparked far surpassed those of players who came with their own aura.

A blank slate signifies infinite possibilities, but it also means that it has touched a nerve with certain established social classes.

Soon, some astute top 100 players noticed that the previously dim ID icon representing "I am Jingye" on their game interface was quietly lit up and marked with a "follow" tag.

The higher the ranking, the clearer it becomes what being ranked 5,000 means.

That has moved beyond the realm of "small-scale operations" and begun to truly touch upon the capital threshold that is sufficient to influence the flow of regional economies.

This seemingly random "blank slate" deserves careful scrutiny.

Meanwhile, in a regular four-person compartment a few berths away in carriage number six.

Smoke billows.

Kayo leaned against the carriage wall, a Daqianmen cigarette dangling from her lips, her sharp eyes fixed on the private light screen floating in front of her.

The screen displayed the chaotic interface of the "Business World 1990" chat group and a glaring screenshot of the wealth rankings.

His two companions behind him were also staring intently at their terminals.

"Brother Dai, this jump is too weird."

Falcon lowered his voice, his tone incredulous, "Just this one trip? What exactly did this guy from Beijing do in Moscow? How could he make so much money reselling jeans?"

"That stuff is profitable, but it shouldn't double your wealth in just a few days, right?"

Kayo exhaled a puff of smoke: "If I'm not mistaken, that Qin Yuan should be 'I am Master Jing'."

"Qin Yuan? That guy next door?" Falcon was clearly very surprised.

Lynx was also puzzled: "Brother Dai, didn't you say that the Far East Trade Import and Export Company has powerful connections among the children of high-ranking officials?"

"Moreover, the ability to obtain two thousand invitation letters and even force the Hungarian embassy to close visas is something that only someone from a privileged background could explain."

Kayo, puffing on her cigarette, said, "Perhaps there really is such a person!"

"But don't forget, the core criterion for the system to determine a 'blank account' is 'zero initial resources, no direct inheritance or significant external gifts'."

"Even if Qin Yuan later got in touch with a player from a wealthy family and received help, his terrifying initial accumulation speed was definitely something he achieved on his own!"

"Without exceptional talent, even the strongest background cannot support a true 'Master Jing'."

Falcon was still somewhat hesitant: "Brother Dai, we can't be sure that Master Jing is Qin Yuan, can we?"

"Wu Weiguo, Zhang Bin, Song Yugang, Fang Huaqiang, and even that old Zhang could be among them."

They had previously investigated Qin Yuan and his group. Zhang Bin was also known as Binzi, and Song Yugang was also known as Gangzi. As for Fang Huaqiang, his family was from Hebei, and he worked as a Buddhist monk in Yanjing. His nickname was "Magan'er". He gradually got out of that circle by following Qin Yuan and his group.

Lynx nodded, staring at carriage number six with a serious expression. "Especially Wu Weiguo and Zhang Bin, the way they exert force and their lower body stances clearly indicate that they have a background in martial arts. Their strength may even be no less than ours."

Kayo shook her head and said, "Intuition!"
"Qin Yuan is too calm!"

"That composure, faced with a train carload of priceless goods, faced with all sorts of shady characters bowing down to him, remained as calm as a deep well." "Don't you think this is exactly the same arrogant and confident statement he made in the group chat: 'Go to Moscow, no matter what you transport, come back safely, and I'll give you a chance to make a fortune'?"

"Arrogant?" Falcon curled his lip. "That's quite a boast."

"It's arrogant, but it's fucking my type!" Kayo's lips curled into a wild smile, his eyes gleaming with challenge and excitement.

"Anyone who dares to say such a thing is either crazy or has extraordinary abilities."

"I prefer the latter."

He turned off the screen, sat up straight, and gave instructions to his two comrades: "Once we get to Moscow, making money by reselling goods is the basic strategy."

"But we have two most important tasks: First, keep a close eye on Qin Yuan and his gang, and see what tricks they are up to and how they can amass such a fortune in such a short time!"

"Secondly, open your eyes wide and investigate the Soviet Union! This land is undergoing dramatic changes, and opportunities are everywhere. We need to find a bigger market than just trading clothes!"

"Understood!" Falcon and Lynx responded simultaneously, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

Jia Dai, ranked 6724th among players, is not a beginner player, so this body possesses formidable martial prowess.

His other two companions were 7823 and 7196.

They were all his comrades-in-arms and players.

That's why they trusted Kadai's judgment and longed to make a bigger name for themselves in this chaotic land.

Meanwhile, in another slightly dilapidated and cramped three-person bunk...

Lei Zebing, nicknamed "Old Black of the West City," frowned, his eyes lacking the focused analysis of Jia Daiyi, instead showing a hint of incomprehension and disdain.

He also saw the chat group explode and the system announcement.

His gaze swept across his friend list on his screen, landing on the pinned name: [[Prince of Yanjing] (ranked 872 on the wealth list)].

This was his real-life backer and the key figure who led him into the grand scheme of "Business World 1990".

"Hmph, a bunch of ignorant brats who've never seen the world."

Lei Zebing chuckled and casually closed the group chat interface, appearing quite impatient.

"A nobody with no experience can make a quick buck by reselling jeans and get scared out of your wits? Don't you even know what a real big business is?"

A slightly dull-looking underling behind him nervously interjected, "Brother Bing, but that Qin guy's carriage is overflowing with goods..."

"Piled up?" Lei Zebing's lips curled into a slightly mocking smile, but his eyes were fixed on the deep night sky flashing past the window.

"So what if it's piled up? It's all about volume!"

"Even if Qin Yuan really has some ability to get through K3, he's still just relying on the Far East Company for a living in Yanjing!"

In his eyes, Qin Yuan was just like him, both having a powerful backer, which was why they were able to get to where they are today.

That Far East Import and Export Trading Company was the facade erected by Qin Yuan's powerful backer.

Qin Yuan was merely a pawn in front of this important figure.

As for the pressure and shock that Qin Yuan had previously exerted on him, he had already selectively forgotten them.

"Heh, my goods aren't even stocked in Yanjing. Just wait and see!"

Lei Zebing muttered to himself, then turned and whispered to his trusted aide beside him, "Keep an eye on the bags on the luggage rack. We'll be loading another batch of heavy goods when we get to the Northeast!"

"Remember, keep your eyes peeled when you receive the goods! They're good stuff for the Russians!"

He licked his slightly chapped lips. "Reselling jeans? Ha... alcohol is where the real profits are!"

He felt that Qin Yuan's carriage full of ordinary goods was nothing compared to his soon-to-be-obtained "nectar".

A leap forward in the wealth rankings?

It was just a matter of timing and temporary popularity.

He has truly powerful figures behind him, with deep-rooted connections in both Beijing and Northeast China. This is the key to his long-term success!
(End of this chapter)