My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 48 Kvas Prospects

The following morning, Moscow was still shrouded in the thin fog and chill of late autumn.

Chen Jianhua then drove over with a group of people.

With his eyes red from excitement, he directed several key members of the campus teams to carry ten bulging bags of jeans and sheepskin coats onto a rented van.

The eagerness to make money, like the chill of a Moscow morning, dispelled all weariness.

Be careful! Don't get cut!

While giving instructions, Chen Jianhua personally checked the tying of the bag opening, saying, "This is the capital for our 'Jeanswest' to make a name for itself!"

Qin Yuan and Binzi stood at the door watching this scene, clicking their tongues in disapproval.

"Brother Yuan, what made you choose Jianhua in the first place?"

"This kid has a lot of energy."

"It's only a little past six o'clock, and they've already arrived. How many hours of sleep did they get last night?"

Binzi rarely spoke so much.

Qin Yuan looked at all this and calmly said, "People's eyes can speak. The moment I saw Jianhua on the train, I knew that he was definitely not someone who would settle for mediocrity."

Have you ever seen a medical student studying a thick book on international trade on a train?

Binzi nodded; Chen Jianhua was indeed very different.

Soon, the truck was full, and Chen Jianhua came over to say goodbye before driving away from the hotel.

Under his efficient coordination, the international student sales teams, which had already gathered and were waiting near various universities, were like activated neural networks, quickly receiving their "ammunition".

The university campus in Moscow is now awakening from the silence of the night.

Students from fifteen member states, each bearing the imprint of their region and family background, gathered here.

As Li Xiangqian observed, this is also a microcosm of social class.

There are children from ordinary families who have to be frugal and even work part-time to support their studies, wearing faded old coats and eating black bread.

But there is also a completely different group.

They wore elegant wool coats, shiny leather shoes, and imported watches on their wrists, and were picked up and dropped off by private cars when entering and leaving the school.

They were the children of the Soviet privileged class, whose parents held lucrative positions both inside and outside the system.

Despite the country's turbulent economy, the continuous devaluation of the ruble, and soaring prices, these "second-generation" children often receive hundreds or even thousands of rubles in pocket money from home every month!

This is an almost unimaginable figure for ordinary working-class families.

These people are the most precise target customers of the resellers, and also the main targets of Chen Jianhua's team's campus network infiltration.

Having been exposed to the power and wealth of their parents from a young age, they experienced earlier and more profoundly the enormous inequalities within the state apparatus and the allure of converting power into wealth than ordinary students.

They chase after fashionable items that can demonstrate their status and sense of superiority, especially those things that carry the mysterious aura of "Western" and "capitalist".

"Apple brand jeans, the last batch."

"Authentic American style!"

"Pure wool coat, genuine product exported to Europe, absolutely authentic!"

When these Chinese students raised their slogans, it was like a call to arms for them.

"Give me one! The blue kind from last time!"

"How many rubles is this coat?...Okay, wrap it up for me!"

Business is booming beyond our expectations.

Students gathered around, selected items, negotiated prices, and paid...

The movements were swift and decisive, even carrying a sense of scrambling.

In a short time, the woven bags quickly deflated, and the colorful and incredibly tempting rubles were piled up in stacks on the notebooks that the student "scalpers" were using as makeshift ledgers.

Chen Jianhua shuttled between several locations to oversee the operation, his face beaming with joy.

Capitalizing on this frenzy, he seized the opportunity and reiterated to several buyers who were clearly second-generation underlings:
"Hey guys, you all know Levi's, right?"

"We've got our hands on a batch of goods from Hong Kong and Europe. The quality is absolutely top-notch, and the styles are more trendy. We guarantee it'll be the first of its kind for you!"

"Don't worry, I'll let you guys know as soon as we have the goods!"

Upon hearing about "Hong Kong Island" and "New Trend," especially being treated as an "exclusive" source worth pre-ordering, these "second-generation" individuals wore pleased smiles.

They are more accustomed to being "fashion leaders" in their circles than chasing after what others have already done.

"No problem! As long as the goods are genuine and new, I'll help you clear out your inventory!"

A student with sleek, combed hair patted his chest and made a promise. For those of them who weren't short of money, consumption itself carried the attributes of entertainment and social interaction.

Qin Yuan, of course, wasn't idle either.

He was not in a hurry to visit Natasha's father.

Visiting on a weekday seems too deliberate and rushed. It's better to leave a few days to allow the other party a psychological buffer period.

Early in the morning, he led Binzi, Gangzi, Magan'er, and Wu Weiguo back into the Cheka market, which was still bustling but seemed to be filled with an even more tense atmosphere.

"Qin! My dear friend! You're really back!"

"God bless us! We look forward to your return every day!"

Uncle Ivan's loud voice rang out from afar. When he and Vasily saw Qin Yuan, they rushed over excitedly as if they had seen their own brother, their faces beaming with warm smiles.

One of them was a warehouse manager, and the other was the stall manager of the Cheka market.

These are all people with whom you need to build good relationships.

"Uncle Ivan, Vasily!" Qin Yuan smiled and hugged his two old friends tightly, feeling the warmth of the Russians. "Thank you for taking care of my stall."

"Hahaha! Of course! The spot we agreed on is yours!" Ivan patted Qin Yuan on the back forcefully. "Qin, what good stuff did you bring back this time? Let us see!"

Qin Yuan gestured to Gangzi and Magan to drag over a few smaller bags: "It's the same stuff, jeans and sheepskin coats, but this time the quantity is more than ten times that of before, so we can stay in Moscow a little longer."

Vasily smiled simply: "Great, these things sell well."

“You don’t know, during the time you were gone, several groups of people have been asking me and Ivan when you were coming back.”

"Thank you for your hard work, my two old friends. I also brought you some special gifts on this trip."

Qin Yuan then magically pulled two glass bottles with Russian writing on them from his bag. "Here, these are for you!"

The glass bottle has a simple design, and the brown liquid inside sways slightly.

Ivan and Vasily's eyes lit up, thinking it was a strong liquor like vodka, and they couldn't wait to unscrew the cap.

"what?"

A peculiar, fermented malt aroma mingled with a faint hop scent and a very slight hint of sweet beer wafted out.

It's not the familiar spicy, strong liquor flavor.

Vasily looked at Qin Yuan in confusion: "Qin... this is... a drink?"

Qin Yuan smiled and nodded: "You guys try it first!"

Ivan's expectant gaze dimmed instantly, a barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashing across his face.

For the Russian big man, who was used to strong flavors, the drink was indeed a bit... not strong enough.

However, out of respect for their friend and gratitude for the "big business" Qin Yuan brought, the two of them still took a big gulp.

The cold liquid slid down my throat.

moment!

Ivan and Vasily's eyes widened at the same time!

acid!
sweet!
There was also a very subtle, almost imperceptible but extremely invigorating and refreshing aroma of alcohol!
The unique caramel aroma of malt and dark bread blends perfectly with the sweet and sour taste of fermentation, and the cool texture brings a unique refreshing feeling in this winter!

"Whoa—!" Ivan exclaimed in a short, surprised voice, then tilted his head back and took another big gulp, smacking his lips as he savored it. "Kvas? But it's not that cheap, knock-off kvas!"

“This taste…this taste…” He tried hard to search for the taste deep in his memory, “It’s like…like the kind of bread my grandma used to make when I was a kid in the countryside, the kind she would make herself with bread crumbs and sugar!”

"But...it's different! It's more refreshing! More invigorating! Nothing tastes as good as this! This feeling is amazing!"

Vasily took several large gulps, savoring the unique sweet and sour taste and the refreshing sensation of a slight, almost imperceptible tingling on the tongue. He exclaimed excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes! Qin! Where did you get this kvass? Those bland, canned knockoffs on the market can't compare at all!"

Seeing their reactions, Qin Yuan felt reassured and smiled, "Do you think anyone in Moscow would like this?"

"You like it?!" Uncle Ivan suddenly raised his voice, his mustache bristling with excitement. "I swear on my ten-year-old chaga mushrooms! If this kvass were released, all of Moscow would go crazy for it!"

"Cools you down and quenches your thirst in summer! Refreshes you and stimulates your appetite in winter! Suitable for all ages!"

"The key is the taste, it's so damn authentic and fresh! For those who like to drink but are afraid of getting scolded by their wives, this stuff is simply holy water!"

His years of market experience allowed him to instantly assess the potential.

Vasily nodded vigorously, saying with certainty, "Absolutely, Qin, this is definitely a huge deal! You don't happen to have the technology to produce this kvass, do you?"

He remembered the last time Qin Yuan asked him about kvass.

Shocked in my heart.

(End of this chapter)