My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 57 Names and tools cannot be given to others.
One million one hundred thousand rubles!

"hiss--!"

Upon hearing this number, Gangzi gasped.

Even the usually simple-minded Ma Gan'er suddenly widened his eyes, his mouth slightly open, looking as if he couldn't believe it.

Although they had followed Qin Yuan through the initial accumulation of wealth starting as middlemen, they knew that the profit from this batch of goods would be substantial.

But in such a short time, from the initial inventory when Qin Yuan arrived to the complete clearing of the entire inventory in the Moscow and surrounding markets, the amount of money recovered was as high as 1.1 million rubles!

In the past two days, they only managed to sell about thirty bags at most. The majority of the goods were swept away by Chen Jianhua and his hastily assembled "multinational force" in just two days!

This efficiency and scale far exceeded their expectations!
Qin Yuan nodded calmly.

This figure was basically within his estimate, and even slightly better than expected due to the premium on coats and the efficiency gains brought about by rapid channel expansion.

"Okay, Natasha, thank you for your hard work these past few days. You've done a good job with the accounts."

Qin Yuan gave a word of approval, then said to Gangzi, "Gangzi, notify Jianhua and have him immediately call all the core members of his team, as well as the main backbone members who were at Moda today, to the hotel."

"Right now."

"Is dinner ready?" Ma Gan'er asked instinctively, assuming it was a group meal.

Qin Yuan glanced at him and smiled faintly: "It's time to eat, a meal with money on hand."

Gangzi immediately understood, and Magan'er also realized what was going on. Their eyes lit up with surprise, and they rushed out to find the person.

Before long, the small room at the Chekhov Hotel, filled with the mixed smells of old wood and cheap tobacco, was packed to the brim.

Chen Jianhua, Wang Haiyang, Li Xiangqian, Zhang Wei, Sergei, Ye Qian, and every member of the campus team stared intently at Qin Yuan, who stood in the center of the room.

Many people were seeing Qin Yuan, the legendary big boss, for the first time.

In the corner, Natasha had prepared a bulging, almost bursting brown paper bag, with her financial log spread out on the table next to her.

Gangzi and Maganer stood on either side of Qin Yuan, slightly behind him, like two powerful generals.

Qin Yuan's gaze slowly swept over the faces in front of him, which were slightly flushed with excitement and anticipation.

Their eyes held weariness, but even more so, a burning excitement and a thirst for wealth.

"Brothers and sisters," Qin Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, "The mission is complete, and it's been completed beyond my expectations!"

"Especially Jianhua, you did an excellent job in leading the team to open up external channels!"

Chen Jianhua was singled out for praise, his chest heaving violently as he stared intently ahead.

"Three days, one hundred and twenty bags of goods, all cleared out!" Qin Yuan's voice rose slightly, carrying a penetrating force that proclaimed victory. "The time to fulfill our promise has come!"

He raised his hand and pointed to Natasha and the bulging brown paper bag: "Reward those who have done good!"

The air in the room froze instantly, leaving only the sound of suddenly heavier breathing and the longing gazes of dozens of eyes that instantly focused on the brown paper bag.

Natasha took a deep breath, picked up the ledger, and began calling roll:
"Sergei Ivanovich, in charge of the Southwest University area, commission... 1584 rubles!"

A tall Russian youth walked forward almost tremblingly, took the thick wad of brand-new rubles from Qin Yuan's hand, and blushed with excitement.

His family's circumstances were very poor.

1584 rubles!

This might be his parents' combined salary for a whole quarter!

He only worked for three days!

He clutched the money tightly, repeatedly saying in Russian and broken Chinese, "Thank you! Thank you, boss!"

He instinctively used this form of address to Qin Yuan.

"Chen Qian, in charge of the Southeast Campus, commission... 1147 rubles!"

“Ankip…”

One by one, names were called, and one by one, surprised faces stepped forward.

Without exception, everyone who received the money had a radiant face, clutching their rubles tightly as if they were holding onto their future.

The atmosphere in the warehouse grew increasingly lively; those who had received their money beamed with joy, while those who hadn't yet received theirs eagerly awaited their turn.

Finally, it was the core team's turn.

“Chen Jianhua,” Natasha’s voice unconsciously rose a little, “as the head of the campus and out-of-town markets, you have made great contributions to overall planning, achieving the highest sales volume!”

"Settlement will be made according to the agreed maximum commission rate, totaling... 50632 rubles!"

A collective gasp filled the entire warehouse!
More than 50,000 rubles!
This is simply an astronomical figure!
Chen Jianhua took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, stepped forward, and respectfully accepted the thick bundles of banknotes from Qin Yuan with both hands.

The heavy weight made his arms feel the weight.

He looked at Qin Yuan, nodded heavily, his eyes filled with excitement and gratitude. All his unspoken words were condensed into one sentence: "Brother Yuan, thank you!" "Wang Haiyang, Central District Campus Commission: 28316 rubles. Management Allowance: 500 rubles. Total: 28816 rubles!"

“Li Xiangqian…”

"Zhang Wei..."

Wang Haiyang and the other two each received bundles of ruble banknotes ranging from 27,000 to 30,000 yuan.

Holding them in their hands, feeling their solid weight and smelling the unique scent of ink, they felt like they were dreaming.

In just three days, he earned the wealth that many people cannot earn in several years!

More importantly, Qin Yuan's courage in keeping his promise and his recognition of their abilities filled them with indescribable passion and boundless hope for the future.

When Qin Yuan personally handed out the last sum of money, the entire warehouse was filled with a joyous atmosphere.

Everyone's face was beaming with genuine smiles as they looked at each other's "trophies" and exchanged excited glances.

In three days, the lowest earner received four or five hundred rubles.

This is a huge sum of money for any international student on campus.

As for Chen Jianhua, it's 50,000!
Wang Haiyang and his two companions have nearly 30,000!

For all the international students involved, it was too dreamlike and too unreal!
They looked at the young figure in the center of the warehouse—Qin Yuan—their eyes filled with the utmost admiration and trust.

Qin Yuan looked at the group of young people who were somewhat dizzy from the huge surprise, and felt a surge of anger.

He is increasingly convinced of the wisdom of the ancients.

The Zuo Zhuan states: "Only vessels and names cannot be lent to others."

He simply made the entire campus team realize, through a single money handout, who was the real player in this game, and who was the boss who decided whether everyone could get a "money-giving meal."

Meeting everyone's gaze, Qin Yuan smiled gently: "Have you got all the money?"

"Got it, thank you, Brother Yuan!" A chorus of thanks, a mix of Chinese and Russian, echoed through the room.

"This is what you deserve." Qin Yuan nodded. "You've got the money. Work hard, and you'll get even more in the future!"

"Let's go to a fancy hotel for dinner tonight, it's on me!"

As soon as he said that, the crowd erupted in cheers.

"Let's go, let's go to the big hotel, Brother Yuan is treating."

Chen Jianhua immediately adopted the air of a leader and shouted, but everyone could see that he was the most excited one.

The crowd, filled with satisfied clamor and great anticipation for the future, receded like the tide.

Only Qin Yuan, Natasha, Gangzi, and Magan'er remained in the small room.

Natasha closed the heavy ledger, looked at Qin Yuan, and her eyes were filled with complex emotions.

She witnessed the process just now, like oil being poured on a raging fire, where people's hearts were instantly ignited and then instantly calmed down in the face of a huge sum of money, and gained a deeper understanding of the Chinese boss's shrewdness.

Qin Yuan looked at the thin ruble remaining in his hand—a small amount set aside as "company reserve funds"—his eyes deep and calm.

He picked up the stacks of money and handed them to Gangzi, Magan'er, and Natasha respectively: "This is your hard-earned money."

Gangzi took it; its heavy weight made him feel at ease.

Meanwhile, the skinny guy beamed with joy.

They both knew that this was all small change.

Natasha clutched her share, feeling a weight heavier than the numbers themselves—the significance of the job and the trust it represented.

"Alright, the money matter is temporarily settled."

Qin Yuan turned his gaze to Moscow, still shrouded in cold outside the window. "Gangzi, book me a train ticket to Khabarovsk for tomorrow morning. And..."

He turned to Natasha, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Natasha, go to the bank and get a traveler's check for the maximum amount. I'm taking... nine hundred thousand rubles."

"Nine...nine hundred thousand?" Natasha gasped.

Nine hundred thousand rubles! In the Soviet Union at that time, this was a staggering sum of money!

"Okay." Qin Yuan didn't explain, but added, "Once the check is written, give it to me directly, and I'll keep it safe."

His gaze swept calmly over the three people before him, lingering for a moment on Natasha in particular: "I will be in Khabarovsk for a few days."

"I'm leaving Moscow to you."

"Daily operating expenses will be covered by the company's petty cash. Major expenditures will be discussed when Binzi and Weiguo return, or when I return."

His voice was calm and even, yet it inspired trust in people for no apparent reason.

(End of this chapter)