Chapter 106

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

H Building Room 2, still quiet enough to make one happy.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Chen Yi took the elevator to the 23rd Floor.

He opened the door and entered the room; the bedroom door was wide open, the TV still playing some incomprehensible soap opera, and there was no sign of Jin Douna on the bed or under the bed.

Ran away?

Chen Yi's mind raced rapidly, thinking about the aftermath.

If Jin Douna's words were true, then she should be a member of some Secret Organization, so the primary guard is against Liu Xinyu — her legendary superior.

Second... naturally is that Organization.

Third... Chen Yi recalled, and there really wasn't anything to worry about.

With Pocket Qi on him, as long as it wasn't machine gun fire, small assassins holding pistols didn't have a high probability of success.

Giving him half a second to prepare, completely isolating a bullet's momentum with Pocket Qi was somewhat difficult, but reducing its penetration like a full-body Bulletproof Vest was still doable.

Presumably he wasn't worth attacking with Heavy Weapons yet.

Thinking up to here, Chen Yi relaxed, pinching his Mobile Phone, but did not dial immediately.

He was still hesitating. If he called Zhu Guangliang now, there would inevitably be a pile of trouble.

"You're back?" Slightly Korean-accented Chinese made Chen Yi's nerves tense.

In an instant he circulated Pocket Qi throughout his whole body, then slowly turned around.

Jin Douna wore a tight little jacket, a bright red Belt wrapped around her slender waist, making one unable to look away.

"You went... to buy food?" Chen Yi saw the instant noodles in her hand.

"Otherwise wait until starving to death?" Jin Douna pouted her mouth.

Chen Yi couldn't help but ask: "Why didn't you escape?"

"Escape to where?" Jin Douna's mouth pouted enough to hang a string of cured meat.

She said with an innocent face: "You locked me in the room for so long, could I still go back to the Organization?"

Chen Yi was stunned by her words, and said: "Then what do you plan to do?"

"Don't know, going back would implicate my family." Speaking to the sad part, Jin Douna's eyes grew misty with tears.

Chen Yi coughed twice, patted his stomach, and said: "I haven't eaten either, let's make instant noodles together."

Jin Douna hmphed, passed the luncheon meat to him, and said: "Open it. It's been so long, where did you run off to?"

"Long story." Chen Yi sighed, withdrew part of his Pocket Qi, but still maintained some.

While tearing the instant noodle seasoning packets, Jin Douna said: "Whether you believe it or not, when we first met, I felt you were very like some people."

Chen Yi asked alertly: "Some people, what kind of people?"

"Shi Dage, and those Comrades of his, are all people inside the Organization." Jin Douna poured water into the instant noodles, shifting the topic: "During the time you weren't here, quite a few people came looking for you."

"Oh, who?"

"Besides Han Jie, they were all your classmates."

"Han Jie is also my classmate." Chen Yi finished speaking, then turned back to the previous conversation: "The Shi Dage you mentioned, what's so powerful about him?"

Jin Douna blinked, deliberately saying: "Jealous?"

Chen Yi didn't utter a word, grabbed her Buttocks and spanked, hit twice then stopped to rub them, and said: "Seriously, where are they powerful? Special forces?"

"Not really."

"How high can they jump, how fast can they run, can they block Bullets?" Chen Yi was obviously inquiring by Pocket Qi standards.

If there were also people in this world who could be like Kingdom Knights possessing Pocket Qi, then Earth would be too dangerous.

Jin Douna shook her head affirmatively: "Where would there be such exaggeration, I've seen them injured, and Comrades caught and jailed, it's just that nobody inside the Organization talks about it."

Chen Yi pressed relentlessly: "Gunshot Wounds or knife wounds, Pistol Bullets or Rifle Bullets."

"How would I know that much." Jin Douna feigned anger, holding her bowl and going to eat noodles by herself.

If it were usual, Chen Yi might pay attention to some gentlemanly demeanor, let the Beauty do her own thing.

But concerning his most fundamental power, even the Jade Emperor would have to yield his position.

He pulled Jin Douna somewhat roughly, and said seriously: "Tell me seriously about your Shi Dage."

"Noodles splashed out." The Korean little Beauty said angrily.

"Miss Jin Douna, I'm not joking." Chen Yi circulated Pocket Qi, his Eye Light quite awe-inspiring: "I need to know the detailed specifics."

When he got serious, he didn't have a trace of a student's appearance.

Jin Douna turned her face away, pouting aggrievedly: "Okay okay, there have been knife wounds, and gunshot wounds, probably Pistol Bullets. Is that enough?"

"How is their daily performance? Jump high, run fast?"

"I don't know what you want to ask, but they're about the same as Normal People, at least they don't jump higher than NBA stars."

Chen Yi rubbed his nose and thought for a while, smiled apologetically: "Embarrassed."

Jin Douna hmphed through her nose, completely ignoring him.

They silently finished the instant noodles, and one person eliminated the luncheon meat, sausages, and two tea eggs, then Chen Yi patted his stomach, feeling there was a bit of something in his belly.

For him, it was equal to seven or eight days without eating.

Being able to persist, thanks to the Existence of Pocket Qi.

Chen Yi lay on the Bed, turning off the TV at the same time, he said: "Looks like I don't need to lock you up anymore?"

"Suit yourself." Jin Douna took a breath and turned the TV back on, saying: "By the way, someone named Nie Hao sent his secretary to look for you."

"Nie Hao?"

Could it be that the American side has made some progress?

Or perhaps some change has occurred.

Chen Yi sat up straight and immediately checked his phone; there was nothing inside.

While feeling nervous, he thought: Given Nie Hao's position, it's quite natural that he wouldn't leave evidence. It seems he'll have to go there in person.

Jin Douna smiled somewhat triumphantly and asked: "Is it urgent?"

"Sort of." Chen Yi rushed to make a phone call, but then changed his mind and decided to see his parents first.

As an Aristocratic Scion, the primary and first clear realization is this: no matter what matter, whether big or small, it is always related to family.

Receiving an excellent education that other children could never have, receiving abundant resources that others could never have, once their wings harden they shout: I just want to be an Ordinary Person. That is either the most selfish display or the most stupid display—the latter is still unforgivable; given that the parents are both excellent, yet they can choose the worst genes—such sperm has no qualification to waste an egg; it would be better to just let it turn to blood and flow out.

Nie Hao wouldn't help Chen Yi for no reason; without Chen Zhongguo's words, giving him money would be useless.

Likewise, he would not clearly separate Chen Yi from the Chen Family.

Having left Jiangning for two days, so many changes have occurred at Jiang University; who knows what the situation with the Chen Family is.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi finally gave Jin Douna a worried look, clutching his mobile phone as he left the room.

Locking him up now seems unnecessary.

Outside the door he met Class Monitor Lin Yuan; without waiting for her to say anything, Student Chen ran away as if fleeing.

Like a bicycle that caused an accident.

Lin Yuan couldn't help asking the students around her: "He runs really fast."

"He should be made to participate in the sports meet."

"I heard he plays tennis especially well, like the Tennis Prince." This one is already a lovesick fan.

"Yeah, I heard his family is still a tycoon in Jiangning."

Aristocratic Scions, wealthy and powerful, and handsome to boot, distant from class school Prominent Figures, even cooler to the point of making one's hair stand on end—such a boy, even if not a dream lover, is also the perfect Boyfriend image in many girls' hearts.

Even someone like Emily, a Cornell Beauty who has seen Rich Kids on Fifth Avenue, is willing to trail after Chen Yi—it can be said that girls with a clear understanding of reality, when they have a choice, generally lean more toward the Second Generation of Wealthy/Powerful. At least, giving others more chances is also giving oneself more chances.

Just as all scarce resources possess concentration, truffles never seen at street stalls are ordinary seasonings in Michelin-starred restaurants; colored carat diamonds never seen in department stores are essentials in jewelry stores; nude*body beautiful flesh never seen on Chinese TV programs is a classroom insert in everyone's eyes at the Academy of Fine Arts; mad ravings rarely heard on the street are a great undertaking universally carried out at Peking University...

Not directly pouncing on them, but whispering privately, is already quite restrained behavior.

However, Lin Yuan never believed these things. She pouted and said: "What's the use of a Prince? Girls must rely on themselves to become Princesses."

Forget it, she walked proudly toward the Building.

She rarely acted so aggressively; the girls around her were stunned, and a moment later they caught up, their tone suddenly changing: "Yeah, girls must definitely rely on themselves..."

Thus the atmosphere became harmonious again.

Chen Yi headed all the way toward the Chen Group, calling Citibank and two banks in the Cayman Islands along the way, depositing part of the latter's funds into Citibank's account.

After doing these, he had almost arrived at his father's office.

At the fastest speed, after finishing telling about his talks with his grandfather and Nie Hao, Chen Yi shrugged and said: "I now have around 1 billion Dollars in cash, the net profit of over two months; how much do you want to use?"

Chen Congyu gasped as he listened; he had risen all the way, though relying on his old man's influence, he had still climbed step by step.

Now hearing his son make money so easily, he truly found it hard to believe, and he actually slapped his son hard, saying: "You're really willing to give it to the family? That's not a matter of ten or twenty percent."

Being able to earn 1 billion Dollars, he wouldn't ask about the source of the money.

In this world, how many people are risking their entire family's lives yet can't earn a few million in great wealth; the Chen Family hasn't reached a time of being timid and afraid to even take money.

With all the resources Chen Yi has at hand, Chen Congyu didn't think there would be any danger.

There are far too many Rich Kids causing trouble in the world; incidents of hacking, killing, and offending people happen every day; someone capable of producing 1 billion Dollars—protecting one's own isn't without reason.

Chen Yi thought his old man was generous instead; he smiled and said: "You can use it with peace of mind; once it's used up, I can still have more. My pocket money was always the most since childhood; now that I'm making money, I can't be stingy."

"Not raising you in vain." Chen Congyu smiled and nodded, secretly calculated, then bluntly said: "Then take 400 million first."

After saying that, he relaxedly touched his head, leaned against the chair back, and laughed: "In recent months, everything has been tight, truly scraping from east and west, tearing down the east wall to patch the west wall, just to pay back the bank's money on time every month. Since your money is in the bank, treat it as your old man borrowing from you."

Like most Chinese companies, the Chen Group also operates with debt, and because of Chen Zhongguo, the banks almost want to deliver the money themselves; the debt ratio is extremely high.

And their loans come due every 30 or 40 days; just the interest is over twenty or thirty million; if they can't cycle borrow, they'll have to scramble again.

Chen Yi doesn't care about such a small amount of money now; he said: "Treat it as me giving it to the family for household use."

"That won't do. It's over 3 billion RMB." Chen Congyu was very clear-headed; the family has three children; if they divide the property in the future, giving more to Chen Yi or less to Chen Yi could cause contradictions among the siblings.

The three of them get along very well now, so they should be cared for even more carefully; the so-called brothers fighting each other is mostly related to parents' inaction. Interest disputes and unfairness should be nipped in the bud. Moreover, Chen Congyu thought even further ahead; after the children start their own families and have children, who knows what changes might occur.

Thinking of this, Chen Congyu pressed the red button on the desk and said: "Bring me a private loan agreement."

After speaking, he stopped Chen Yi from talking and said: "Even if you're the one putting up the money, you still have to listen to me."

He then let out a long sigh, half-reclining in the chair and smiling: "With over 3 billion RMB, not only can we pay off the recent loan installments, but we can also make some big moves; we must let people know our Chen Group isn't a soft persimmon."

"You handle it as you see fit." Chen Yi didn't want to participate in family business yet; he turned his head and said: "Then I'll go contact Nie Hao."

"Go, and be clever. Your grandfather has stepped down; his attitude is hard to say." Chen Congyu only gave these two words of advice.

Chen Yi returned to his smiling appearance and said: "Lend me your driver; riding in taxis makes me want to vomit."

"Sign the agreement, leave the money, then go."

While speaking, the secretary knocked and entered.

Chen Yi seriously wrote his name, then arranged the bank transfer; then his mind turned, and he said: "Dad, when you're not busy lately, help me acquire a paper products factory."

"A Paper Mill? Producing what?"

"Just producing ordinary paper, though not that ordinary." Chen Yi shook the agreement in his hand.

Chen Congyu is a very busy person; even after taking his son's money, he didn't feel short-handed; he grunted and said: "Let Xiao Zhou show you, how about it?"

"I'm considering whether the scale will be larger." Chen Yi tentatively said: "I want to customize various papers, with special uses..."

After the secretary left with the signed agreement, he continued: "For example, paper made separately from red pine wood, paper made from cherry wood, separately stipulating production processes..."

"Just place an order with the factory, wouldn't that work?" Chen Congyu didn't ask if he was willing, but still found it inconceivable.

Chen Yi's thinking was clearly completely different from his father's, who regularly did business.

"An order... I feel the privacy isn't enough." He was telling the truth.

Chen Congyu looked at him suspiciously for a while, then said: "Custom paper, Japan's quality is definitely the best in Asia, I'll help you ask. How much money are you prepared to spend?"

"10 million Dollars, or maybe a bit more?"

"Prodigal." Chen Congyu evaluated with a sentence, waved his hand and said: "Go do your thing, I'll tell you when I have an answer."

"Definitely remember, okay." Chen Yi was counting on it, after all, to support the Saint Qiao Kingdom.

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