My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 51 Being a middleman is no match for making money as fast as robbing a middleman.

Without any hesitation, Qin Yuan immediately grabbed the phone at the hotel front desk and asked Vasily to send a telegram to Old Zhang in Yanjing.

The telegram was concise and to the point: the Moscow market is booming, the Red Star factory is shipping goods, and we urgently need sheepskin coats.

After making the call.

Qin Yuan turned to look at Binzi, who looked travel-worn: "Binzi, you and Weiguo are going to have a long and tiring trip."

Without a word, Binzi asked directly, "Brother, are we going back to Yanjing?"

His voice was steady, without the slightest hesitation.

Qin Yuan nodded: "Tonight, the two of you will set off immediately after dinner and return with the K3 to escort this batch of new sheepskin coats."

"Weiguo, familiarize yourself with the route. We'll probably have to rely on you more for this escort line in the future."

Wu Weiguo nodded without hesitation, his eyes firm: "Don't worry, Brother Qin! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

His trust in Qin Yuan had reached its peak at this moment, and entrusting him with such an important task as escorting goods made him feel the weight of that trust even more.

Meanwhile, in the lobby and corridors of the Chekhov Hotel, a different kind of madness, equally fiery yet imbued with a wild and untamed spirit, permeated the atmosphere.

Most of the Chinese traders who came with Qin Yuan on this train are also gathered here at this moment.

The expressions on their faces were even more exaggerated than Chen Jianhua's; their eyes were bloodshot, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, or as if they were gamblers who had just won the jackpot!

"My God! Twenty times the profit! All that sack of Warrior shoes and two boxes of lighters I brought, sold out in one day! Just one day! That's a full twenty times the profit!"

A lean man waved the rubles in his hand, his voice trembling.

"That's nothing! Look at me!"

Another burly man with a full beard patted his bulging fanny pack, spitting as he spoke, "I only brought five down jackets! Guess what? A few Russians snatched them all up! Five hundred rubles each! My cost price was only about one hundred yuan! It's practically like picking up money!"

"This is insane! This place is like picking up money from the ground!"

"If I had known, I would have sold the house and used all the money to buy more goods!"

"The next one! I have to catch the next one! I'm going to the train station to buy a ticket right now!"

The speculators have completely gone mad!
They had thought about making money and reaping huge profits before they came, but they never dreamed it would be this crazy!

One day! Dozens of times the profit!

Making money has never seemed so easy.

Right now, they only have one thought in their minds.

Go back! Now! Immediately!

Turn all the money we can get into goods!

Then, as quickly as possible, march back to Moscow!

This fervor quickly coalesced into a torrent.

After Binzi and Wu Weiguo finished eating a few bites, they arrived at the hotel lobby, ready to head to the train station to catch the K3 train back home.

To my astonishment, the hall was already packed with eager, gleaming-eyed resellers carrying empty bags!
"Brother Binzi! Brother Weiguo! Wait for us!"

"Give us a ride! We're going back too!"

"Yes, yes! Let's go together! We can look out for each other on the way!"

The group of profiteers, their eyes bloodshot, swarmed around Binzi and Wu Weiguo as if they were their leader.

They knew that going with Qin Yuan's team would at least offer greater security and better transportation.

Binzi frowned as he looked at the group of fellow villagers in front of him, who were almost driven mad by their wealth.

But remembering Qin Yuan's words about "helping each other out on the road," he nodded and said, "Okay, keep up! Hurry up! We'll take responsibility if we miss the train!"

"okay!"

"Thank you, Brother Bin!"

A group of people, like tigers released from their cages, carrying empty bags, rushed towards the train station in a grand procession.

Just as they arrived at the train station by car.

Kayo and her two companions stared intently, like ghosts lurking in the shadows.

They didn't sell any goods; instead, they sold everything they brought to a few thugs from the Haidian district of Beijing at a low price.

They did nothing.

They kept a close eye on these middlemen in Moscow.

They waited at the train station, ready to act at any moment.

"Brother Dai, you were right. A group of people are indeed taking the train back tonight."

The lynx stared into the distance, a dagger with a blood groove gleaming in his hand.

"Hiss..." Falcon licked his dry lips, his tongue trembling with excitement: "Nothing beats robbing these business people! It's so exciting and makes money so fast!"

"Brother Dai, when do we make our move?" It turned out that the three of them, including Jia Dai, hadn't actually planned to become black marketeers on their trip to Moscow.

Instead, they robbed these middlemen on the way back.

They're all making a killing, aren't they?
When I went back, I had a lot of money in my hands, all of which I had earned working for them.

Whenever Falcon thought of this, he would tremble with excitement.

"Get in the car first."

Gada's gaze was gloomy, yet he remained as calm as ever: "Once the train starts moving, we'll make our move after we pass Yekaterina Castle."

“I observed this when I came here. There are no police officers on the trains in Russia or Mongolia. Police officers in other countries don’t care about disputes on the trains.”

"As long as we can get off the train before Erenhot, this K3 will be our paradise!"

Lynx reminded him, "Brother Dai, I just saw that Binzi and Wu Weiguo from Qin Yuan's team also came to the train station."

Kayo narrowed her eyes slightly: "Don't worry about them. As long as they don't get in our way, we don't need to worry about anything. Just find out in advance which carriage these two are in, and then we'll deliberately avoid them."

"These two are tough guys; don't provoke them unless absolutely necessary!"

The lynx and the falcon nodded.

There were only three of them, so it wouldn't be a problem for them to subdue a bunch of ordinary people by force.

However, if Binzi and Wu Weiguo are added, then there will be risks.

It's not a question of whether or not we can win.

Rather... there's no need for such a direct conflict!

They are after money, not trouble.

Qin Yuan is clearly not someone to be trifled with; taking action against his men could very likely provoke a fierce retaliation.

Kayo was a smart man; he understood this principle.

On the other side, at the Chekhov Hotel.

After the noise subsided, Jianhua and his group left the payment and departed.

After watching Binzi and Wu Weiguo leave, Qin Yuan turned around and led Gangzi and Magan back to his room.

He locked the door from the inside and drew the heavy curtains, temporarily shutting out the madman Mosco.

The room was piled with several huge canvas bags, exuding the distinctive smell of ink and paper from fresh banknotes.

Under the hotel's dim but sufficiently bright overhead lights, he carefully emptied all the rubles from his bags.

Wow——!
The banknotes spread out like a burst dam, instantly creating a thick layer on the floor!
The colorful banknotes reflected a cold yet alluring glow of wealth under the lights.

Gangzi and Magan'er's eyes widened instantly.

More than double the amount of money compared to the last trip.

Qin Yuan squatted down and counted, sorted, and bundled the sheets one by one.

His movements were skillful and steady, and Gangzi and Magan'er immediately started counting as well.

After nearly an hour of counting tens of thousands of banknotes, a dizzying number was finally obtained.

"Six hundred and ninety-eight thousand seven hundred and fifty rubles..."

Qin Yuan slowly stood up and rubbed his slightly sore lower back.

With his previous savings and today's sales at the campus, the number of rubles he had surpassed 700,000 for the first time!

700,000 rubles!
At a time when the ruble's exchange rate is plummeting, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money, but also a massive time bomb.

In Moscow, its purchasing power is shrinking every second.

"Brother Yuan, should we find Natasha's father now and ask him to help us exchange these rubles?"

Gangzi asked.

Qin Yuan nodded and walked to the telephone at the hotel front desk.

He pulled out a thick address book, his fingers gliding across the slightly rough paper before finally settling on that name.

"Natasha Ivanovna..."

He picked up the heavy receiver and dialed the number recorded in his address book slowly and accurately.

The dial tone came through the receiver, followed by a long wait.

Whether you can get through in the dead of night depends on a bit of luck.

Finally, after a long wait, a sleepy female voice came through: "Hello? Who is this?"

"It's me, Natasha." Qin Yuan's voice was exceptionally clear on the phone.

"Qin Yuan!"

　I've revised both chapters tonight to make the plot flow better, and added some new content: Kayo is about to make her move. Please vote!
　　
　
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