My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 44 The Night Before Arrival
The monotonous sound of wheels rolling over the rails, accompanied by the swaying of the carriage, became the background noise of this long journey.

Several days and nights of bumpy travel in a cramped space are enough to wear down most people's spirit.

Qin Yuan, Binzi, Gangzi, and the others were alright, since they had experience before and knew how to adjust their state.

But Ma Gan'er was clearly struggling; his already thin face became even paler, and he kept clutching his stomach and running to the toilet, obviously suffering from acclimatization problems.

As the desolate Siberian landscape outside the window gradually gave way to the outlines of sparse towns and factories, it foreshadowed that the journey was nearing its end.

Ma Gan'er returned from the toilet again, clutching his stomach. His steps were unsteady, but his eyes held a hint of alertness.

He moved closer to Qin Yuan, lowered his voice, and his breathing was still a little unsteady:

"Brother Yuan, something's up."

"Lei Zebing and his group got off the train in Yekaterinburg!"

Qin Yuan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, immediately opened them upon hearing this, his sharp gaze fixed on Ma Gan'er.

Ma Gan swallowed hard and continued, "I paid special attention. They carried down more than fifty boxes of stuff. Judging from the packaging and the quantity, it's definitely liquor!"

"Moreover... there were people waiting at the station, and it looked like a military vehicle was coming."

"Military vehicles providing support?" Qin Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

Although he knew that Lei Zebing was backed by that prince, and guessed that they would receive the goods in Northeast China, he did not expect that this "prince" could actually reach into the heart of the Soviet Union and directly connect with the Russian army!
Yekaterinburg is a major city east of the Ural Mountains, one of the industrial heartlands, with a large population and abundant resources.

The ability to use military vehicles to pick up goods there speaks volumes about their capabilities!
How could this so-called "Crown Prince of Yanjing," ranked over 800th, have such influence?
How terrifyingly far have the tentacles of those tycoons in the top 100, or even the top 10, of the wealth list extended?

For the first time, Qin Yuan gained a more direct and sobering understanding of the true strength of the top-ranked players.

He remained expressionless, only gently patting Ma Gan'er on the shoulder: "You've worked hard, the intelligence is very important."

"Go lie down for a while. We'll be in Moscow in about twenty hours."

"Once you get off the bus and arrive there, everything will be fine except for the cold. Get some rest."

Gangzi and Binzi also came over. Gangzi grinned and tried to liven up the atmosphere: "That's right, stick-up, don't be so down!"

"We're almost in Russian territory. Let me tell you, the girls there are absolutely gorgeous, tall, fair-skinned, and with eyes like sapphires!"

"Isn't your family always urging you to find a wife?"

"Perfect timing! Let's snag a gorgeous blonde bombshell! She'll scare your whole family! Hahaha!"

Ma Gan'er blushed deeply after being teased by Gangzi, and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Don't talk nonsense! I... I don't have that kind of thought..."

However, the slight listlessness in his eyes caused by the change in environment had been largely washed away.

Wu Weiguo also took the opportunity to ask, "Brother Qin, once we get to Moscow, how should I sell these sheepskin coats? Are there any precautions I should take?"

Qin Yuan looked at him, having gained some understanding of Wu Weiguo's character along the way.

They are willing to endure hardship, put in the effort, are down-to-earth, and most importantly, have a righteous heart.

This kind of person is worth befriending and using.

He patiently advised, "The first choice is the Cheka market, which is the largest wholesale market with a large flow of people, but it's a mixed bag, and prices may be lowered."

"Or, if you're feeling bold, you can set up a stall and sell directly on a busy street. But you have to be very vigilant and keep your eyes and ears open. If you see the police, you have to pack up and run away as soon as possible. Getting caught and fined is a small matter, but having your goods confiscated is a big loss."

He paused for a moment, then taught Wu Weiguo a few simple Russian phrases.

They are all simple words, such as words like "goods," "good," and "how much cheaper."

Ma Gan'er also joined in, learning diligently.

But unexpectedly, while Ma Gan was still struggling with pronunciation.

Wu Weiguo was able to repeat it clearly and accurately, although his pronunciation was a little stiff, the meaning was very clear.

Binzi and Gangzi exchanged a surprised look.

They spent seven or eight days in Moscow, and it was difficult enough for them to manage a few common phrases by gesturing and guessing.

Wu Weiguo, you're learning way too fast!

But Qin Yuan was not surprised.

He had already suspected that Wu Weiguo was a player.

Learning a language quickly is extremely difficult for the average person.

But for players, it's just a matter of skill level.

He became even more certain: this Wu Weiguo is almost certainly a player!
And it's highly likely to be that same "Martial God of Tianjin" again.

To dare to use the title "God of War" in one's ID, one wonders just how high one's combat power really is.

Although this game world tests your ability to make money.

But Qin Yuan was even more aware of just how dangerous this world was.

Having formidable martial prowess may not necessarily be useless.

Just put it in the right place!

He withdrew his gaze, his mind clear as a mirror.

As the group chatted idly, time flew by. The sky outside the window changed from dark to light, and then from light to dark again.

The train's public address system began broadcasting the news of their impending arrival in Moscow in both Russian and Chinese, and the carriages immediately stirred with excitement as fatigue was replaced by anticipation and nervousness at the approaching station.

Just as the train slowed down and the buildings of the Moscow suburbs flashed past the window, there was another gentle knock on the door of carriage number six.

Gangzi cautiously opened a crack.

Standing outside the door was Kayo.

He changed into a thicker woolen overcoat, his face showing signs of fatigue from the long journey, but his eyes remained calm and sharp.

There was even more scrutiny and... a hint of barely perceptible solemnity than last time.

"Mr. Qin, excuse me." Kayo's voice was still not loud, but it was very penetrating. "We're about to arrive at the station, and I'd like to chat with you for a bit more."

Qin Yuan stood up and gestured for Gangzi to open the door.

Kayo walked in, her gaze quickly sweeping over the still mountain of goods in the carriage and the few people behind Qin Yuan whose spirits had clearly lifted.

Finally, it landed on Qin Yuan's face.

"Mr. Qin, you must be tired from your journey." Jia Dai got straight to the point and said with a smile, "We brothers are new here and know nothing about Moscow."

"Mr. Qin is an experienced traveler, I wonder... if he could give us some more pointers?"

He paused, his eyes becoming unusually serious: "Or, if Boss Qin needs someone to run errands or handle some 'trivial matters' in Moscow, we brothers might be able to lend a hand."

This was said in a subtle way, but the meaning was very clear.

Kayo wasn't there to simply ask for directions; he was there to "pledge his allegiance."

He wanted to use his and his two comrades' skills and abilities to earn the right to receive Qin Yuan's "favor" in Moscow.

It could even be... an opportunity to participate in deeper operations.

Qin Yuan looked into Kayo's calm yet wild and eager eyes, and then glanced at the falcon and lynx standing straight behind him, exuding a powerful aura.

The stage in Moscow is larger and the waters deeper than those in Yekaterinburg.

This "Brother Jiadai," who committed crimes in the country, is clearly not content with being out of the loop.

A very faint smile appeared on Qin Yuan's lips.

"You're too kind, Brother Kadai." He said calmly, "We'll talk more once we get there and settle in."

"Moscow... has many opportunities, but it also requires some courage and luck."

He neither immediately agreed nor refused.

But to Kayo, those words were no different from a rejection.

"Alright, I understand, Mr. Qin. Well then, we'll meet again someday!"

Kayo waved casually and then turned and left with his two underlings.

Binzi looked in the direction they had gone, his gaze grave: "Brother, they're in great danger."

He had a very bad feeling about these three people, Kayo and Kayo.

He exudes a fierce aura, as if stained with blood.

Wu Weiguo had somehow appeared behind Qin Yuan, and said calmly, "They've killed people. I smelled it when they came to pay their respects yesterday. The smell was pungent."

Gangzi and Magan were both stunned when they heard the word "murder".

Aren't they all just traders and middlemen?

What's this person doing here?
They initially had a pretty good impression of Kayo.

Qin Yuan slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the various expressions on everyone's faces, finally lingering for a moment on Wu Weiguo's calm face.

He spoke calmly, his voice not loud, but with an undeniable composure: "When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it."

"As long as they don't bother us, it's best if we all stay out of each other's way and live in peace."

"Remember," Qin Yuan said calmly, "when we arrive at the station, Jianhua will bring people to meet us. Not a single piece of our goods is allowed to pass through the hands of outsiders!"

"From getting off the bus to getting back on, from beginning to end, only our own people, or the group of familiar faces that Jianhua brought, are allowed to carry it!"

After saying that, he looked at Magan'er and said, "You have a list of the people who helped us carry goods before. We promised to do them a favor, and we can't go back on our word."

"After we get off the bus, if they'd like, they can come with us to the Chekhov Hotel."

"The boss there is one of our own."

After his last trip to Moscow, he had already asked Jianhua to buy that small hotel.

The owner and the staff are still the same.

He just became the boss.

How can we survive without our own base in Moscow?

(End of this chapter)