Chapter 107: Only My Unique Method Chapter 107: Chameleon

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Nie Hao is a typical Chinese official; aside from writing many reports, issuing many directives, and adding many supplements, he simply has the most friends.

Working in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the friends he makes are all people who can speak with authority overseas.

When Chen Yi arrived at his office, Nie Hao had already prepared the relevant documents long ago.

He didn't ask why no one was there the past two days, merely gave a brief introduction of a couple sentences, then said: "I invited a friend, a Washington insider, who spoke with Schumer about financial market issues, but they were merely persuasive words — the leverage wasn't enough."

Chen Yi let out a breath of relief; good news is never too late.

As long as it's good news.

Nie Hao continued in his supplementary manner, expounding on his own hardships and his friend's hardships, and attached relevant documentary explanations.

In this respect, there was more or less a foreign flavor to it, rather than a Chinese style of doing things.

Inside the documents was an unknown Washington insider's evaluation of Schumer.

He didn't just expound on the sources of Schumer's campaign funds; he especially expounded on Schumer's current political objectives.

At the end of the documents was an attached joke: Washington universally acknowledges that the most dangerous place in the world isn't Iraq, isn't Afghanistan, but the space between Schumer and a television camera.

This evaluates the extent of Schumer's enthusiasm for camera exposure. If anyone blocks his chance for exposure, Schumer would truly tear that person apart and expose them.

In fact, this enthusiasm has also brought him considerable gains.

In successive campaigns, this senator from Brooklyn, New York State, has a record of zero failures. Whenever he needs public attention, he can always arouse public attention. In this regard, rather than saying he treats China as a threat, it's more accurate to say he's utilizing China, just as he utilizes Argentina, South Africa, and Cuba.

This explanation in the documents made Chen Yi breathe a huge sigh of relief; as long as it's not discriminatory opposition to China, then it's something that can be talked about with interests.

Nie Hao evidently had the same feeling, and they exchanged a smile.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yi said: "I can authorize an American company to provide 1 million US dollars within a short time."

Chen Yi could easily take out tens of millions of dollars, but that would be meaningless, and moreover would easily raise the other party's price.

Nie Hao was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I'll communicate with the other side again, but to get Schumer to act, the conditions aren't just that."

The price of 1 million is roughly only enough for a small amount of initial greasing of palms, incidentally passing some campaign funds through various channels.

When it really comes to negotiating conditions, they very likely won't take money.

Chen Yi understood and thanked Mr. Nie Hao.

For the Chen family's people being so knowledgeable and sensible, Nie Hao was likewise satisfied, and said again: "Keep in more contact with Nie Ping, help each other out in the future."

Nie Ping is precisely his son; Chen Yi has met him too. A fair, clean-cut young man, his speech carries a slight student-like immaturity, even more obvious than Chen Yi himself.

Although he doesn't count as an extremely clever person, he's not the type to make people dislike him.

Chen Yi smiled and agreed again, then left Nie Hao's office.

The driver was chatting and smoking with a group of little car drivers in the compound; seeing him come out, they hurriedly stubbed out their cigarette butts, opened the door, and asked: "Where are we heading next?"

"Nothing much going on. Go to the Paper Supermarket." Chen Yi thought, fished out a business card from his wallet, and handed it to the driver.

In the car, he also sent a text message to Lu Fan, urging him to get some interesting fossils soon, preferably to see the fossil excavation site.

Lu Fan is currently busy arguing his doctoral project; right now there's no way he can spare the time to fulfill his promise.

The Audi turned rapidly; Chen Yi slightly closed his eyes to rest for a while. He cares a great deal about the fullness of his spirit right now.

After getting three full large boxes of paper goods from Boss He, Chen Yi went to Holy Qiao again.

From his not-so-extensive experience, this trip to the Holy Qiao Kingdom would certainly yield new things.

Anticipation made him arrive at the Subway Station very early.

The time was too early; staying too long drew the attention of quite a few people. He had no choice but to haul the three large boxes all the way to the steps at the very front of the Subway Station, to avoid being seen.

Without the luggage taller than a person, the busy Jiangning people's interest in him plummeted — like a Second Senior Brother who's lost weight, unable to draw Master's attention; a Master who doesn't scatter salt, always making the monsters wait left and right unable to strike; an Eldest Senior Brother wearing clothes, making the burden-carrying Uncle Sha look wooden-faced.

Sitting on the Subway's long bench, Chen Yi waited like he was sleeping for 30 minutes, only then seeing the Holy Qiao Subway.

He hurriedly pulled out the boxes and respectively stuffed them onto the Subway.

When about to arrive at the Holy Qiao Kingdom, the Subway doors gradually lit up.

Chen Yi lifted his chin, preparing to go look, when the Subway stopped on the upper level of the enormous Mage Tower.

"Master."

"Oh. Timothy, you're back? How was playing outside?" Chen Yi spoke, yet didn't pay attention outside; his nerves were all stretched tight on the Light Curtain in front.

"Thanks to Master's blessing, we intercepted the Allied Forces' Mage troops on the sea surface; they lost at least 4 Red Robe Mages, and now they're much more obedient." Timothy answered with a face full of smiles.

Using countless Scrolls to bombard and rout High-level Mages ten times their number — truly a refreshing thing.

Chen Yi listened not very attentively, but still nodded: "Grand Mage, you still need to mind your own safety in the future; I brought some Scrolls, hoping to replenish your losses."

"Many thanks, many thanks, Master." Timothy's body bowed down at once — not because of the numerous Scrolls, but for Master's admonition.

Chen Yi "mm-hmm"ed for a long while; only then did his eyes move down from the Light Curtain to ask: "This trip, did you capture any Mounts?"

His tone carried a hint of excitement.

On the Light Curtain, besides the original Scrolls, Potions, and other items, Mounts were now an additional option to choose from, but only a single type.

Clearly, this is feedback on his cultivation results.

Although still unable to determine how the Subway allocates Resources and increases Trading Volume.

But at least he found one way — cultivate his own ability, improve his ability to use Scrolls.

Timothy wasn't surprised at how Master knew of their capture; he immediately nodded: "Yes, a Phantom Dragon."

It came from an unlucky Red Robe Mage.

At the final moment of battle, the other party attempted to summon it but failed, and subsequently lost his life.

Chen Yi asked, "Is the Phantom Dragon a dragon? How big is it?"

"It's a dragon-like creature, we call it a wyvern. Similar to a land dragon."

"Too big." Chen Yi sighed regretfully.

Jiangning had no place for a creature fifty meters long to run around.

The military would be excited to come fight the monster.

Grendel looked at Timothy and said, "Master, the Phantom Dragon isn't big, but they're special."

"Special?" Chen Yi's eyes rolled; he was genuinely curious.

Timothy lightly clapped his hands, and a magic apprentice brought over a ring that looked plain, more accurately an archery ring, small enough to be a necklace for a squirrel.

Chen Yi wondered: Could it be a ring for a strong barbarian?

Timothy held it in his hand, and before waving to summon it, he reminded him, "Master, Phantom Dragons get smarter as they age; in legend, they can grow into dragons. Of course, actually no one has seen one."

"Okay, a smart mount, not bad. Does it have an owner?"

Timothy was stunned and said, "It lets people it likes ride it, and occasionally makes deals and such. So, you know, very few mages choose Phantom Dragons as mounts."

If it had no drawbacks, a wyvern would long have been treated as spoils of war and distributed to the mages who fought.

"Let me see what it looks like." Chen Yi seemed to care more about this.

Timothy made an affirmative sound, slowly waving both hands, chanting under his breath.

A huge pillar of light shot into the sky, and a hundred-meter-tall, kilometer-long illusion appeared on the ground.

Chen Yi opened his eyes wide, circulated his battle qi, trying to see through the object in the illusion.

The light gradually dimmed.

However, nothing appeared in the illusion.

"Downstairs, Master."

Chen Yi did as he said, looked down, looked carefully, looked closely, and only then discovered an animal as small as a palm.

Like, a chameleon.

Or called, a Chameleon Lizard.

"It's... a mount?"

"If I'm willing." The Chameleon Lizard on the ground spoke,

Chen Yi blinked repeatedly.

The Phantom Dragon jumped on the ground a few times, flapping its cheeks and said, "Are you the most powerful mage here?"

Chen Yi shrugged.

"I can transform into any shape; if you can provide me with a bit of something, I can be your mount for a period of time." Listening to it, the Phantom Dragon's thinking was quite clear.

Chen Yi was truly quite shocked.

Although he knew he was connected to a Magic World, seeing a talking non-human creature, and seemingly with its own wisdom, was still beyond his expectations.

I don't know what those human scholars would feel seeing this scene.

Chen Yi had already started to daydream wildly.

Timothy helplessly stood out and said, "Master, you don't need to agree to it. Although Phantom Dragons can change into multiple forms, in terms of physical quality, they cannot compare with other wyverns. Moreover, this one's requirements are especially many."

"I just need a bit more element. Pure element." The Chameleon Lizard hopped on the ground, jumping about twenty centimeters, and said, "Don't call me Phantom Dragon; I have my own name... I don't have a name yet, but I will have one; then you should call me by my name."

"You can transform into any shape?" Chen Yi was somewhat tempted, and somewhat worriedly asked, "The pure element you speak of, what is it?"

"Any shape." The Chameleon Lizard nodded affirmatively.

Timothy said from the side, "The Phantom Dragon's appetite is not small; it will eat precious copper, iron, gold, silver, mithril, none spared."

The Chameleon Lizard shyly hid itself.

"Is it dangerous? I mean, if it doesn't listen, will it hurt other people..."

"The ring's owner can recall it anytime; however, to have it be a good mount... you must satisfy its conditions." Timothy could tell the Master seemed quite fond of this Phantom Dragon, so he no longer advised against it, but instead said, "Phantom Dragons can transform into ordinary Shen, or like Grendel's land dragon, but their strength definitely cannot compare with ordinary wyverns."

Chen Yi touched his chin, looked at the number "88 million gold coins" on the crystal screen, and still said, "Give it to me."

Compared to strange and exotic animals, this might be the most suitable mount for him.

Timothy waved his hand, and the Phantom Dragon was sucked into the ring.

He sent it over the crystal screen, saying, "I have erased the previous mark on the ring; you just need to drip blood on the ring, and you can summon the Phantom Dragon."

Next, Timothy also told him the incantation.

The crystal screen flickered for a while, and while deducting 88 million gold coins, its brightness decreased greatly.

Chen Yi excitedly rubbed the palm-sized ring, his eyes looking at the crystal screen, then looking downstairs.

"Can I still choose things?" Just like before, many higher-grade scrolls were still lit up.

This made him not know what to do first.

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