My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 5 Foreign Trade Orders: A One-of-a-Kind Business
The next morning, Qin Yuan and Binzi were brushing their teeth side by side by the hand pump.

The original owner of this body was kicked out by his parents because of the jade ruyi.

They still live in this small courtyard together.

This house is also the ancestral property of Binzi's family.

As they were brushing their teeth, Magan'er and Gangzi walked in one after the other.

Upon seeing Qin Yuan, Ma Gan'er, who was usually lagging behind, was the first to shout excitedly, "Brother Yuan, the matter is settled. These southerners are in a hurry to ship their goods, and they'll only charge 28 yuan per item."

"Twenty-eight yuan?" Qin Yuan rinsed his mouth.

Ma Gan'er thought Qin Yuan thought it was too expensive, so he quickly said, "Brother Yuan, although these leftover goods are not branded, they would generally cost at least fifty or sixty yuan in the market."

"Moreover, these pants are all made in the same factory as Apple products, so the quality is guaranteed."

Qin Yuan wasn't complaining about the price. He asked, "Do you know how much stock these southerners have on hand right now?"

Ma Gan'er was taken aback: "Probably a few thousand pieces, mostly leftover stock, but the sizes are incomplete and some have defects."

Qin Yuan nodded. Having worked in sales in his previous life, he knew very well what clearance stock was.

Overstock, also known as original stock, surplus stock, or tail stock.

The fabrics and patterns used are the same as those of branded goods; these products were made by the manufacturer from materials that were intended to be discarded.

If the quality is up to standard, it's considered a "genuine product" in the specialty store.

The only difference between it and "genuine" products is that original orders are not part of the planned production; they are "illegitimate" and are generally not numerous.

But being born out of wedlock has its advantages.

Apple brand jeans are sold in major shopping malls in Yanjing, and generally cost more than 100 yuan.

A good design can easily cost two or three hundred.

And these leftover items are priced at only half their original price.

It's definitely a good deal, because original factory overrun products usually come from relatively special channels and aren't readily available in wholesale markets.

Moreover, these kinds of products offer extremely high value for money.

Domestically, these are goods that are neither entirely genuine nor entirely fake.

They can only be sold privately and will not be inspected or approved.

But in Moscow, Qin Yuan said they were Apple brand, so they were Apple brand jeans.

This is equivalent to a product that could originally only earn ten times the profit.

In the blink of an eye, you can reap twenty times the profit.

Qin Yuan slapped Ma Gan'er on the shoulder: "Go to Binzi's place later and get five thousand yuan to buy all of that batch of goods."

"Eat it all?" Ma Gan'er was taken aback, then said dryly, "This amount of money probably won't be enough!"

"It's just a deposit, the price is still 28 yuan per item!"

Qin Yuan tossed aside his toothbrush and water cup, and said casually, "I'll give you another thousand yuan to give to those southerners."

"Tell them to wait for us for twenty days. After twenty days, the remaining balance will be paid in full."

"Until then, the goods can still remain in their hands."

"On this trip, we're only taking two hundred pairs of trousers to Moscow."

A snakeskin bag can hold at most thirty pairs of jeans.

The five of them could only carry a maximum of six or seven snakeskin bags, because they would also need to bring sheepskin coats later.

So two hundred pairs of jeans are enough.

These leftover goods must be from the factory; these people are just selling the goods on behalf of the factory.

Once the distribution channels are established, this southern factory will be able to open up a sales channel in addition to OEM manufacturing.

Therefore, waiting for twenty days is not a long time.

And this was after they had received a deposit of 5,000 yuan, and the vast majority of the goods were still in their hands.

This thousand yuan was their personal money. This was a thousand yuan in the 1990s, when the average wage was only two or three hundred yuan.

One thousand yuan is a full five months' salary.

Waiting twenty days for this thousand yuan is not a problem at all.

"Would those southerners agree to such conditions?"

Although Qin Yuan was asking a question, his voice was firm and unquestionable.

"Yes, definitely." Ma Gan'er nodded repeatedly: "Two hundred pairs of jeans, that's five thousand six, and we even gave them a thousand yuan, so there's definitely no problem."

Qin Yuan nodded: "Moscow, you don't need to go this time. Your biggest task right now is to keep these southerners calm. Until we come back, don't let them waver in any way."

Ma Gan'er knew what was important; he had been to the warehouse and knew the quality of the jeans inside. If they were put on the market, they would definitely be snapped up at this price.

He already regretted not being able to eat all of these goods, and now that he had this opportunity, he certainly wouldn't let it pass.

No Buddha wants to be a Buddha forever.

He also wanted to turn his life around; he also wanted to become someone superior to others.

Qin Yuan turned his gaze to Gangzi for the first time. Gangzi, who had just overheard a bit of the story, was already bursting with excitement.

Seeing Qin Yuan looking at him, he took the initiative to say, "Brother Yuan, I've bought the K3 tickets, five for this Wednesday. But Ma Gan'er isn't going. Should we invite someone else?"

Qin Yuan shook his head: "No need. We've already set up the stage. If we bring in an outsider to share the profits, the other brothers might not say anything, but they'll feel uncomfortable inside."

"Besides, this trip..." Qin Yuan's eyes gleamed, "The four of us are enough!"

Gangzi was just asking casually and didn't really intend to call another person. He took out five tickets from his pocket and handed them over: "Brother Yuan, here you go. I thought these tickets would be hard to buy, but I didn't expect to get them after queuing for half an hour. I heard from the ticket seller that the people who buy K3 tickets are either international students, business people on official business trips, or business people, but there are very few of them."

He said gleefully, "It's no wonder we're making a fortune. These days, most of the speculators in Yanjing are focused on the south and the country, but few of them have the same vision for the world as you, Brother Yuan."

Qin Yuan took the ticket; it was for this Wednesday, which is the day after tomorrow.

Time was a bit tight, but that's okay.

Too late and things will change.

As for why tickets aren't in short supply right now, it's actually quite simple.

The K3 train has been running since 1958, departing from Yanjing Station every Wednesday at 7:27 AM.

The train traverses the Fengsha Railway, Beijing-Baotou Railway, Jining-Erlian Railway, Mongolian Trans-Siberian Railway, and other railways, passing through multiple countries and running across Eurasia, covering a total distance of 7819 kilometers.

It is the passenger train with the longest operating mileage on China's railways.

The train from Yanjing to Moscow departs from Yanjing Station every Wednesday, passes through Malambato Station every Thursday, and arrives at Yaroslavl Station in Moscow on Monday, taking 131 hours and 31 minutes.

But before 1991, the number of passengers was not large.

What happened in 1991 that caused countless Chinese traders to flock to Moscow and the Far East?

Qin Yuan knew this better than anyone else.

However, this also gave him an opportunity.

An opportunity to make a fortune on your own and seize the initiative.

"Brother Yuan, now that we have the goods and the tickets, how's Old Zhang doing?" Gangzi asked impatiently as soon as he saw that Old Zhang hadn't arrived yet. "He took more than four thousand yuan by himself. Could he have run away with the money?"

Just as Qin Yuan was about to speak, the courtyard door was pushed open.

Before the person even spoke, the voice arrived first.

“I’m a man of my word, and I’ve never broken my promise in my life.”

A hoarse, cold voice rang out as a hunched old man with a bag of goods slung over his shoulder strode in.

He threw the nylon bag, which landed heavily in front of Gangzi, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Was that you who just said I took the money and ran away?"

He looked at Gangzi, his eyes cloudy but with an inexplicable air of authority.

(End of this chapter)