My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 88 Canned Food for Airplanes, Would You Dare to Accept Tanks?

Beep beep beep, beep beep beep...

The message notification icon in the lower right corner of the screen was flashing wildly, almost jumping out.

Qin Yuan sat on a single sofa, his face calm, his gaze sweeping coldly across the screen.

The chat group was flooded with messages, a deluge of exclamations, speculations, and requests for help, but he ignored them all.

Private chat windows exploded.

The ID "【Northeast Hawk】" was particularly eye-catching, bombarding the user with messages one after another.

Qin Yuan's eyes remained completely calm as he lightly brushed his fingers across the paper, as if brushing away dust.

What truly caught his eye for a moment was a system notification: [Rebuild the Kvass brand, gain 500 achievement points]

His gaze lingered there briefly.

Then it landed in the group chat where [Yangcheng Dachao] wrote those paragraphs about "basic gameplay", "world operation rules" and "there is no strategy guide".

"The basic gameplay and rules governing the world's operation. There's no such thing as a strategy guide." Qin Yuan muttered these words, his brows furrowing slightly.

This is something he has been exploring as a "player" or "time traveler".

This so-called "game world" operates with highly realistic logic, yet it also features a bizarre system interface and leaderboard.

It seems to follow some kind of inherent law, colder than reality.

Yangcheng Dachao's reminder carried a sense of vicissitude from someone who had been through it all, and it also confirmed some of Qin Yuan's guesses.

There are no shortcuts here; you must understand the rules, utilize the rules, and even challenge the rules.

As a native of this era, no one understands the "rules of operation" of this world better than him.

He temporarily suppressed his thoughts and his gaze fell on the ID at the very top of the friend request list, which was constantly flashing and carried a strange sense of arrogance—【Crown Prince of Yanjing】.

After a moment's hesitation, Qin Yuan clicked "Agree".

Almost the instant they passed through, a message came crashing down, carrying an barely suppressed hostility and... a probing tone.

[Crown Prince of Yanjing]: Why are you so openly announcing your return to Yanjing? Are you trying to lure Jia Dai out? I know his presence has messed up your trade routes, and you want to get rid of him, don't you?
The words are filled with a deep-seated hatred for Kadai.

Clearly, this young master harbored a deep grudge against Jia Dai for offering a bounty on him, and his hatred might even have surpassed that for Qin Yuan, the direct victim.

He was looking for allies, or rather, a knife to get rid of the thorn in his side.

Qin Yuan's eyes remained calm; it was still uncertain who would be the one to use the knife!

【I am Master Jing】: ? ? ?

【I am Jingye】: You added me as a friend just to say these things?
[Prince of Yanjing]: Of course not, how about a cooperation? I have resources in Yanjing. I can get you wine, canned goods, coats, anything, as long as you can sell them to the Soviet Union. We'll split the profits 50/50. How about it?
This is a typical "princeling" mentality, believing that the resources he controls are his biggest bargaining chip, and demanding a 50/50 split right off the bat.

Qin Yuan scoffed.

【I am Master Jing】: 50/50? You should send someone over first and then make a trip to K3.

[Prince of Yanjing]: So what kind of cooperation do you want?
Qin Yuan tapped his fingertips lightly on his knees, his gaze becoming deep.

He needed a partner who was truly influential domestically, had enough power, and had the channels and courage to receive Soviet "hard goods."

This "crown prince" seems to be a good test subject.

With a slight thought, he sent out a line of text.

[I am Jingye]: Do you know that canned food can be traded for airplanes?

Far away in Yanjing, a young man in a secluded courtyard stared at the seven words that suddenly appeared on the screen, sat up abruptly, and looked completely astonished.

[Prince of Yanjing]: What? What canned goods for an airplane?

Qin Yuan did not answer directly, but instead offered an even more shocking suggestion.

[I am Jingye]: If I could get airplanes and tanks from the Soviet Union, do you have a channel to receive them?
The air inside the courtyard seemed to freeze.

The prince's eyes widened, and his mouth remained slightly open for a long time.

Airplane? Tank? These are things that can be turned upside down?

This is no longer a simple reseller business; it's about leveraging the nation's strategic reserves!
It's like dancing on a tightrope!
His heart was pounding, and all the blood rushed to his head.

[Crown Prince of Yanjing]: Brother, are you serious?!
【I am Master Jing】: I never joke with strangers.

The prince was silent.

The immense temptation came with immense risk, like an iceberg weighing on his heart.

Does he have connections? Maybe his family does, but to use connections of this caliber to take on such a "hot potato"...

He needed time to think, to assess the risks, and even more so, to confirm that Qin Yuan wasn't just talking nonsense.

This was completely beyond his understanding of "scalpers," and even beyond the boundaries of his imagination of "business"!

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted Qin Yuan's thoughts. [I am Master Jing]: I'm logging off now. Contact me again if you have any news.

He quickly turned off the screen, composed himself, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The door opened, and Wu Weiguo slipped in, gently closing the door behind him.

His face no longer held its usual sunshine or excitement; instead, it displayed an unusual seriousness and...inquiry.

He walked up to Qin Yuan, skipped the pleasantries, and got straight to the point, his voice very low:

"Brother Yuan, you are 'I am Master Jing,' right?"

He paused, then added, "I'm a player too."

The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.

Qin Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Wu Weiguo calmly, without the slightest surprise at having his identity exposed. Instead, he looked at him with a knowing understanding.

He knew all along that Wu Weiguo would eventually confess everything to him.

At this point in time, things have not disappointed him.

He interrupted Wu Weiguo's potential emotional buildup, directly pointing out:

"I know. You're the 'Martial God of Tianjin,' right?"

Wu Weiguo was shocked: "You...how did you know?!"

Qin Yuan gestured for Wu Weiguo to sit down, poured him a glass of water, and said directly, "It's a deduction, a guess."

A gentleman should treat others with sincerity.

Qin Yuan said seriously, "Your style of doing things, your keenness about certain things, and... the perspective you occasionally reveal that doesn't belong to the lower-class youth of this era."

"In addition, your almost blind trust and following of me doesn't seem to be purely driven by self-interest."

"Considering the sudden disappearance and reappearance of the 'Tianjin Martial God' in the rankings and the drastic changes in the rankings, it's not hard to guess."

Wu Weiguo took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

He thought he had hidden it well, but little did he know that in Qin Yuan's eyes, he had already been exposed.

Brother Yuan is indeed unfathomable!

He composed himself and got to the point:

"Brother Yuan, I saw the chat group. That bastard Jia Dai must have seen it too. Do you think they'll try to get on K3?"

Qin Yuan stood up, walked to the window, looked at the dim lights of the Chekhov Hotel and the shadows of the street outside, and said with a firm tone:
“He will definitely make it. We’ve released so many clues and offered such a huge temptation. If he can still resist making a move, he wouldn’t be that greedy and arrogant Kayo.”

He turned to Wu Weiguo and asked, "Have the visas and train tickets for Andrei and the others been arranged?"

Wu Weiguo nodded immediately and said in a low voice, "Everything is arranged. As you instructed, it is under the guise of a 'business inspection'."

"Besides leaving two trustworthy brothers behind to guard the warehouse with our newly recruited Soviet security team, Andrei and three others have been taken care of. They will be on the same train as us, but in different carriages, pretending not to know each other."

He paused, a look of worry on his face: "It's just... Brother Yuan."

"But what?" Qin Yuan looked at him. "You're worried that bullets, which have no eyes, will hurt me?"

Wu Weiguo nodded vigorously, his eyes sincere: "Brother Yuan, my life is worthless. If I die, I die. At worst, I can just start over."

"But you're different! You have brains, methods, and vision! I think you can reach the top and clear the level!"

"Really, for your safety, you must..."

Qin Yuan felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at the genuine concern and determination in Wu Weiguo's eyes.

In this game world, he already had a vague answer in his mind about how to beat the game.

But he still needs to experiment.

He stepped forward, patted Wu Weiguo on the shoulder forcefully, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face:

"Don't worry, Weiguo. Your brother Yuan is terrifying."

"You guys handle the dangerous stuff, I promise to stay in the back. Safety first."

Hearing Qin Yuan's joking yet incredibly serious guarantee, Wu Weiguo's tense expression finally relaxed a bit, and he couldn't help but laugh: "Okay! Brother Yuan, you keep your word!"

"You'd better hide well then, and wait until we deal with those bastards, Kadai!"

"It's a deal." Qin Yuan nodded, then, as if remembering something, asked with a hint of curiosity, "By the way, Wei Guo, when did you start playing this game?"

Wu Weiguo scratched his head and casually replied, "Last year, I don't remember the exact time, but the game was called 'Conquering the Business World, My 1989'."

Qin Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly at “1989”. It was an unexpected yet reasonable answer.

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