My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 64 I am grateful for your kindness in passing down this legacy.

In three days, thanks to Deputy Director Petrov's "special handling" and Liu Changhe's all-out effort, it was as if the clock had been pressed on fast forward.

The transfer of ownership of the Baroev bakery was completed at an astonishing speed.

The 750,000 rubles were officially transferred to the designated account of the municipal government's industrial bureau via bank transfer.

While processing the formalities, Liu Changhe also paid special attention to Komirov's whereabouts.

The information received was vague; all that was said was that he had been "transferred" to a haystack in a remote area of ​​the Kazakh Soviet Socialist Republic, where he would take on a sinecure managing livestock feed.

"He went to feed the horses..." Liu Changhe smacked his lips, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

The factory director who was once arrogant and tried to fleece them is now in a worse state than being exiled to the frontier; it's almost equivalent to being banished.

If he was only considered middle class in a major Far Eastern city like Khabarovsk, he would probably be stuck in a haystack in Kazakhstan for the rest of his life, forever stuck in the smell of horse manure, with no hope of ever getting ahead.

But he, the former son-in-law of the Soviet Union, turned his life around overnight.

The registration procedures for "Far East Kvass Food Co., Ltd." were completed quickly with Petrov's assistance.

The legal representative was registered under the name of Liu Changhe's Soviet wife, and he himself became the president's assistant of the company.

Needless to say, Qin Yuan specially bought him a smuggled Japanese car to drive in order to show off the company's prestige.

He can now freely enter and leave the city government building, and the guards at the gate even salute him.

At home, it goes without saying that his Soviet mother-in-law and father-in-law, who used to look down on him, now toast him.

When he got home, he could even talk loudly to his wife, who was twice his size.

He knew, of course, who had brought him this leap in status and position.

He spared no effort in this regard.

He quickly prepared all the company documents, official seals, letterheads, and business cards, making it look quite professional.

He even managed to obtain several blank letters of introduction with the municipal government's letterhead, in case Qin Yuan's inspection team needed them when they went to Harbin.

"Boss, I've prepared everything."

Liu Changhe put all the prepared documents and materials into his briefcase and handed them to a large Soviet man in his thirties standing next to him.

“This is my brother-in-law, Ivan Petrovich.”

Liu Changhe pulled the big man over and introduced him, "Boss, you said you wanted to find someone trustworthy, so I found him. Don't worry, I've already talked to him at home. He will definitely cooperate with you when we get to Bingcheng."

Qin Yuan sized up the tall Russian man whose eyes seemed a little unfocused.

He was wearing a brand-new, but seemingly ill-fitting, gray suit, his tie was crooked, and his face was flushed from a hangover.

“Ivan? I also knew a man named Ivan when I was in Moscow.”

Qin Yuan smiled, but did not show any sign of satisfaction or dissatisfaction.

Liu Changhe got impatient and kicked Ivan in the shin: "Call him over. From now on, he's your boss."

Ivan let out a burp, his breath reeking of alcohol, and said, "Hello, boss!"

This sight made Liu Changhe both angry and annoyed.

He quickly looked at Qin Yuan: "Boss, my brother-in-law is a good person in every way. He even studied at a university in Moscow before, but he just likes to drink. I was originally thinking of introducing him to you so that he could help our factory get started."

"But now I realize that he's just hopeless and can't be helped."

He immediately admitted his mistake, saying, "Boss, I was wrong. We can't let him ruin your important business. I'll have someone else replace him."

Behind him followed five silent Soviet men, all of whom were "extras" he had temporarily recruited.

These people wore simple work clothes or old suits, with blank expressions and eyes that revealed the weariness and submissiveness unique to working-class people.

They don't need to speak; they just need to play the role of "technical backbone of Far East Kvass Food Co., Ltd." when needed.

Now Liu Changhe has no choice but to bring them in to make up the numbers.

Qin Yuan stopped his hand and shook his head: "No need, we'll be traveling all day to Bingcheng, and your brother-in-law will sober up on the way."

"He seems quite capable; he'd be perfect as an engineer at our food factory."

Qin Yuan didn't care about these minor, supporting roles.

The person who actually needed to talk to "Qiulin" was this "translator".

Khabarovsk Railway Station. The cold wind was still biting, and the snow on the platform had not yet melted.

Their six-member "Soviet Business Delegation" officially boarded the train.

"Ugh——!"

With a long whistle, the train slowly started moving.

Liu Changyuan stood on the platform watching all this, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

At this moment, the heating in the train compartment is on full blast.

As soon as Commander Ivan sat down, he eagerly unscrewed the bottle cap, took a big gulp of vodka, exhaled a satisfied breath, leaned back on his bunk, and soon began to snore.

The five Soviet workers huddled in another bunk, silently watching the vast, snow-covered Siberian wilderness rushing past the window, their eyes vacant.

Qin Yuan sat by the window, ignoring the scene inside the private room.

He gazed at the monotonous yet vast white world outside the window, but his thoughts drifted to even more distant places.

Ice City... Qiulin Factory... the source of kvass technology...

He needed this drink as a fulcrum to leverage the vast Soviet market.

However, this move of donning the "Soviet" guise to return to the source of technology carries both risks and opportunities.

He closed his eyes, his thoughts stirring slightly.

He opened the game panel that he hadn't paid attention to for a long time.

A pale blue system screen appeared in the void.

Northeast Hawk sent several messages, all asking when he was coming to Northeast China.

But Qin Yuan did not reply. He did not inform this local bully about his trip to Bingcheng.

And that's when I was checking messages and browsing group chats.

The 'Friend Request' field was flashing a glaring red dot, catching his attention.

Qin Yuan clicked on it, and a series of familiar or unfamiliar IDs came into view:

[Crown Prince of Yanjing] requests to add you as a friend.

[Northwest Wolf] requests to add you as a friend.

[Code Name 1314] requests to add you as a friend.

……

And a name that made his gaze slightly sharpen—【京旅加代】Requests to add you as a friend.

Kayo?

Qin Yuan remembered clearly that the last time he saw Jia Dai on the wealth list, his ranking was still hovering around 6,000.

The fact that he can now send friend requests means that his ranking has entered the top 5,000!
That speed... is too fast!

Gadda did not engage in large-scale transshipment in Moscow, and his whereabouts remained shrouded in mystery.

What exactly did he do to accumulate such a huge amount of wealth in such a short period of time?
A sense of vigilance and curiosity flashed through Qin Yuan's mind.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided to accept JiaDai's friend request.

Almost the instant the friendship was established, an unread message popped up, sent two days ago:
Beijing Travel Agent: [Mr. Qin, thank you so much for paving the way for the K3 expressway! I'm making a fortune thanks to you today!]

"Thanks to your kindness, I didn't lay a hand on your two henchmen on the train."

The two messages, concise yet powerful, struck Qin Yuan's heart like two thunderbolts!

K3 Golden Road? Get rich by following it?

Because of the incense offerings? Why didn't you harm Binzi Weiguo?
Qin Yuan's gaze instantly turned as sharp as a knife!

'The K3 train on its return journey had an accident!'

Almost instantly, he came to a conclusion!

(End of this chapter)