My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 54 Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of items flooded the market.
The next morning, the cold of Moscow persisted, but the backyard of the Chekhov Hotel became lively earlier than usual.

Chen Jianhua's "main force" arrived on time.

In addition to Wang Haiyang and a few other core members, several new faces have joined the team. These are all outstanding and reliable Soviet students whom Chen Jianhua recruited on campus in the past two days through "ground promotion."

The workforce is expanding significantly.

Among these people, Natasha's figure was particularly eye-catching.

She was wrapped in a thick woolen coat and a bright scarf, her golden hair dancing in the morning light.

Her appearance unconsciously made these originally loud and boisterous young men a little reserved and inexplicably excited.

Qin Yuan was standing at the back door of the hotel, whispering something to the hotel manager. When he saw Natasha, he nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Natasha walked straight up to Qin Yuan, her blue eyes filled with a mixture of eagerness and incredulous curiosity.

“Qin,” she said in a soft, gentle tone in her Chinese, getting straight to the point, “that drink you gave my dad yesterday… what’s it called? Is there any more?”

"Oh my god, my dad only drank one bottle last night and he can't stop thinking about it. He was still talking about it at breakfast this morning, asking me if I had any left?"

"He usually only drinks coffee and whiskey!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Yuan smiled knowingly.

He had anticipated Ivanovich's reaction, but Natasha's eager description only deepened the smile in his eyes.

“That’s called kvass.” Qin Yuan pronounced the word clearly in Russian, but then changed the subject with an air of complete confidence, “However, this bottle… might be a little different from the one your father used to drink.”

Looking into Natasha's inquisitive eyes, he didn't answer her question directly, but instead offered a vague expectation: "This drink, I'm afraid it would be hard to find the same taste on the streets of Moscow these days. But..."

He paused deliberately, keeping everyone in suspense, "Next month, Natasha, perhaps you'll be able to see and buy it in many places in Moscow."

"Next month?" Natasha frowned even more. "But the label says Russian, isn't it made in the Soviet Union? Isn't it a drink from Moscow? Why can't I buy it? Where will it appear next month?"

A series of questions popped up like cannonballs.

Qin Yuan simply smiled without saying a word, leaving it at that: "You'll find out when the time comes. Tell Mr. Ivanovich for me that you appreciate his kindness."

He skillfully evaded the core of Natasha's question.

Natasha looked at Qin Yuan's "it's a secret" expression and felt a little itchy, but she knew that asking would be useless.

She shrugged, suppressing her curiosity for the moment, and remembered her father's instructions before she left: "Okay. But my dad told me to tell you that he has personally spoken to the bank and everything is arranged. You should go there in two days with rubles, and the dollars will be ready."

"Okay, I will be on time." Qin Yuan nodded solemnly.

The crucial step of exchanging 700,000 rubles for foreign currency has finally been achieved.

A great weight was lifted from his heart.

"Gangzi! Haiyang! Call everyone over and hurry up and load the truck!"
Qin Yuan raised his voice slightly, drawing everyone's attention back to the goods.

Everyone immediately responded and got to work.

The well-established assembly line started up again, and bags of jeans and coats were quickly loaded onto the pickup truck brought by Chen Jianhua.

While directing the loading, Chen Jianhua also approached Qin Yuan to report on the progress: "Brother Yuan, today we're expanding to multiple locations, with several universities working together, plus the new recruits. I estimate we can clear out a significant portion of yesterday's stock."

"The feedback from the pilot sites yesterday was incredibly positive; demand far exceeded supply!"

As Qin Yuan listened to the report, his gaze swept over the nascent team before him, and he nodded: "Jianhua, put in extra effort these next two days and see if your team can completely clear out this last batch of goods from the Moscow campus channels."

"I have to leave Moscow in two days." "Two days later? So soon?" Chen Jianhua was taken aback. He had originally thought that Qin Yuan would wait until the last batch of goods was cleared out.

He asked instinctively, "Then who should I contact for delivery, payment, and follow-up communication?"

The team's daily operations were just starting to take shape when the leader suddenly decided to leave, leaving everyone a bit bewildered.

“Gangzi will stay.” Qin Yuan pointed to Gangzi, who was becoming more and more capable, and said, “Gangzi will be in charge of all the daily affairs in Moscow for the time being, including shipping, security, and logistics coordination.”

"You, Chen Jianhua, are the head of the business. You decide how to expand the market and how to allocate manpower."

"If you're unsure about something, the two of you should discuss it."

Qin Yuan clearly defined the division of management authority.

He added, "Also, Binzi and Weiguo have gone back to pick up the goods and will be back in Moscow in about half a month. By then, when we have enough manpower, you can carefully hand over the responsibilities and break them down."

After assigning the personnel, Qin Yuan turned to Natasha, who was listening attentively, and said, "Natasha, from today onwards, you are the company's financial manager in Moscow."

Natasha's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously. This was more in line with her professional background and more challenging than helping with translation.

Qin Yuan instructed, "Every shipment and every ruble payment received must be recorded and the accounts must be clear."

“The name, quantity sold, shipping time, and commission rate of each participating student must be clearly recorded.”

"Once this batch of goods is completely cleared out and all payments are received, I will personally come back to pay everyone's wages and commissions. Your job is very important; it is the guarantee for the operation of the entire system."

Qin Yuan knew that establishing a clear and transparent financial system, especially in the special environment of using cash transactions in a foreign country, was the cornerstone of ensuring team cohesion and healthy development.

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin." Natasha quickly got into character, using a formal address, her eyes full of seriousness. "I will do my best."

When Chen Jianhua, Wang Haiyang, and other core members heard the words "salary and commission," they thought about the large amount of goods that were about to be cleared out, which meant a generous return. With the personnel arrangements in place, they immediately felt at ease, and their faces couldn't help but show excitement.

On the way back, Chen Jianhua told Qin Yuan that he would be leaving in two days.

He said solemnly, "Two days. We only have two days."

"Before Brother Yuan leaves Moscow, we must clear this shipment out of all the universities in Moscow!"

"Give Yuan a good performance and show him just how big our campus market really is!"

After listening, Li Xiangqian silently calculated and said, "This time, Yuan and the others brought a total of 120 bags of clothes. Jeans are the best-selling items, but coats are expensive and hard to buy at school!"

Chen Jianhua shook his head: "Don't think it's difficult, think about the future!"

"Right now we're only selling these few thousand pieces of clothing, but what about after that? Didn't you guys hear what Brother Yuan said before?"

"He and some Hong Kong people created a brand and have more than a dozen OEM factories in Guangdong. When the time comes, we won't just be selling a few thousand pieces, but tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of 'Jeanswest' products flooding into the market like a river!"

Newly joined key personnel were stunned when they heard the news.

They originally thought that Qin Yuan and his group were just small-time operators, only slightly more capable than ordinary traders.

But the news they heard now completely overturned their understanding.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of pieces of clothing?

Will this sell?
(And so on)

(End of this chapter)