Chapter 117: Only I Am the Law Chapter 117: Profitable

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The wind on the fairway was warm and gentle.

The people on the fairway were in gloomy moods, messy like the back alley of a nightclub.

Chen Yi's palms were drenched in sweat.

If his suggestion were rejected, he could only take the remaining 900 million US dollars and do small business on Wall Street.

Watching as the Securities and Exchange Commission had just passed the resolution, if he failed to seize the opportunity, it would truly be a pity.

Mark was equally nervous.

Persuading William was his own connection, but persuading the others to participate in this matter was the Vatican's connection.

Now, he faced a difficult decision.

Accepting Chen Yi's agreement, earning 300 million US dollars from 150 million US dollars, could be considered worthy of the efforts of the past few months. But if he could apply a bit more pressure to make Chen Yi accept his own suggestion, he might earn several billion US dollars, leap to become the Vatican's most dazzling new star, and completely change his future.

However, while thinking of good things, Mark also considered the possibility of failure. Wasting so many resources, if he got nothing, not only would it change the Vatican's view of him, but it would also change Catherine's status at Merrill Lynch—without too great a change, it could ruin his two years of hard work. New York socialites have never been patient.

And the Vatican, after Catherine lost patience, would continue to lose patience with him.

Truly a disgusting cycle.

After all, the priest accustomed to writing bad checks still felt 300 million US dollars in cash was more tempting, and bargained: "Guarantee a return rate of over two times, but we want to send financial personnel to your company..."

"The agreement I proposed will not change." When he said this sentence, Chen Yi felt very at ease.

Catherine pulled Mark aside and said in a low voice: "Are you crazy? Gold Source's computer or program might be the most advanced in the world right now, and you're letting it go for 300 million US dollars? Didn't you say it was worth 1 billion?"

"If he takes out 300 million US dollars, do you think you can borrow money?"

"If we say he's a liar, no matter how much money he takes out, it's useless." Catherine snorted: "You don't understand banks. If a liar proves he has 10 million US dollars and can borrow 20 million, we'd have starved to death long ago. Heavens, he's a Chinese person, and someone who can get 100 million US dollars from China Bank. Who dares to risk huge bad loans to lend him money? Are we supposed to go to China and catch people?"

Mark let out a breath and said: "But he can still get money from China Bank, right? He doesn't need to borrow Wall Street's money anymore. Are you really willing to risk getting nothing back?"

Catherine retreated. After a long time, she hesitantly said: "The conditions aren't very good."

"300 million US dollars, with additional conditions being matters for other departments. This is truly 300 million US dollars in profit. He actually just wants the convenience of acting freely on Wall Street." Mark began to persuade him, saying: "With this money, at Christmas, you can justifiably demand to manage a department."

The last sentence moved Catherine.

She couldn't bring herself to lose face, turned around, got into the small white car, and returned to the women's group.

Leaving Mark clapping his hands, he said: "Since that's the case, let's do it according to your agreement."

"I'll have someone get the agreement." Chen Yi called Tang Xiongfei without changing expression, feeling extremely excited in his heart.

Fortunately, he was willing to part with that 300 million US dollars.

Chen Yi secretly admired himself.

If it weren't for the truly terrifying speed at which Gold Source International laid down diamond eggs, even with his habit of spending money recklessly, he wouldn't dare to boast so much.

However, besides having a big hand, Chen Yi actually didn't spend much more money.

300 million US dollars, besides turning enemies into friends, he could also get 150 million US dollars in investment, as well as a 3 billion US dollar longer-term loan. Among them, the 1.5 billion US dollars for Chen Group was especially important.

Once Chen Group received the 1.5 billion US dollar loan released by Merrill Lynch, all credit obstacles set up by domestic political enemies would vanish into thin air, far better than taking out all his cash.

Most importantly, he used 300 million US dollars to buy an opportunity.

From now on, he could continue high-profit lightning trading, and even higher-profit lightning trading opportunities.

After all, the Securities and Exchange Commission is not the US Congress; the resolutions they passed were full of loopholes and did not actually prohibit lightning trading. Therefore, any American, or Earthling, as long as they could get a computer with ultra-high computing power, could still compete with Chen Yi for stocks and futures with the highest price difference.

However, even if he used connections to snatch goods from hardware manufacturers like IBM, he still had a gap of one or two months where he didn't need to worry about competitors, and didn't need to use precious computer resources to guard against opponents.

In this way, at least 5% of Siren's transport capacity could be freed. Plus, they were always the fastest traders on the market, able to enter at the lowest price and sell at the highest price—previously, if someone entered the market at the same time, it would push up stock prices and drive them down—Gold Source International's profits would surely increase further.

In Mark and others' eyes, they had taken enough advantage, although they didn't get the best result.

In Chen Yi's eyes, he used 300 million US dollars to achieve what 500 million or even 1 billion US dollars could not.

The positions of both parties were different, and the prices of resources were also different.

This was a reasonable, gunpowder-filled, not very equal but satisfying exchange.

Tang Xiongfei hurried over, the surprise on his face not yet faded.

He really couldn't believe that after just 9 holes of golf, his own boss had concluded such a big deal.

While chatting and laughing, they settled several billion US dollars.

He suddenly had a new life goal.

Emily came over with the ladies, caught Chen Yi and said: "Did it go smoothly?"

"Not bad." Chen Yi said and then smiled bitterly: "I asked you to come over, but didn't expect we'd be playing separately."

Emily shook her head indifferently, and when she was about to say something, Charles and others who followed closely had gathered over.

So, she could only stand aside and watch.

Julian sighed, grabbed her hand and said: "Forget it."

Emily just stood there.

And among the men's group, hearing about such a big deal, as people in the financial world, they inevitably had some curiosity.

Morgan Stanley's investment consultant Ryan, while looking at the terms, evaluated: "It's a win-win agreement, good for everyone."

His words carried a bit of annoyance at failing to take advantage.

200% profit, who wouldn't want it?

Niall clapped his hands and said: "Now it's fine, we can eat something with peace of mind."

So, the remaining 9 holes were not played either, everyone got in the car and returned to the club, while both sides continued to look for lawyers and accountants to complete the subsequent signing steps, especially the supplementary agreement behind, which still needed constant wrangling.

Taking advantage of the lull in between, Chen Yi called Jiangning's old man again.

Hearing that a 1.5 billion US dollar loan was waiting for him, Chen Congyu didn't even ask about the interest rate; he brought his men and rushed straight to Washington.

By the time the professionals handled the details, Niall finally understood Chen Yi's value. While inviting him for a drink, he thanked him again: "If it weren't for you today, we would have been tricked by those two guys."

The things he was unwilling to discuss in the morning, he now brought out as a topic, explaining: "Harvey and them, taking advantage of the opportunity to lease artwork on Capitol Hill, swapped in fakes, secretly sold the real pieces, and in a few more months they'd probably run off to Brazil or someplace like that."

Chen Yi let out an "Mm."

Schumer had taken care of everything, so there was no need to consider Sands or the like anymore.

He wasn't wealthy enough yet to support two Senators. These are America's regional governors, the highest power under the President.

Conversely, Niall wanted to keep him close.

Because Gold Source International had no more trouble now.

Once the agreement was signed, they and Merrill Lynch and Mellon Bank instead became the equivalent of strategic partners. Two 1.5 billion US dollar two-year renewable loans from each bank — that was the best talisman.

Anyone who can stay in a Senator's staff both before and after an election must be skilled at two things: political fundraising and political dirty work.

A Senator who wants reelection must raise at least 6,600 US dollars in campaign funds every single day from the day he takes office. If he wants to go further, the cost is even higher.

Niall wouldn't let Chen Yi go. He said quite eagerly: "How many more days will Mr. Chen stay in Washington?"

"Not decided yet."

"We have a banquet at the Hilton tomorrow..." Niall warmly invited.

Chen Yi thought: Yesterday you helped me a huge favor, you left a business card with nothing on it and left. Today you see I took the money, and only then discover there's a banquet tomorrow?

But he still nodded in agreement: "I'll definitely attend."

Even for a fundraising banquet, 10,000 US dollars is not a small amount. Those who truly donate hundreds of thousands or tens of millions inevitably require the Senator's own dedication.

Compared to Chinese officials, American officials have it much harder and more exhausting — even when serving the wealthy, those wealthy are still the people.

Tang Xiongfei came running and jumping like he'd been injected with chicken blood, saying in a low voice he couldn't suppress: "Boss, 2.5% interest."

3 billion US dollars for 75 million US dollars in interest — truly dirt cheap.

Chen Yi turned his head; Mark wore a smile.

This counted as their return.

If financing through corporate bonds or such, 10% interest wouldn't be strange; back and forth, the difference could be 200 million. This figure isn't far off from the interest rate at which banks raise their own funds. It's even much cheaper than in China.

Over the next few days, the treatment Chen Yi received skyrocketed.

Free Presidential Suite, endless invitations and fundraising galas, proving his popularity in Washington. Of course, the money spent attending various banquets was definitely far more expensive than the Presidential Suite with beauties.

Chen Congyu basked in his son's reflected glory, laughing heartily at various events every day, his spending even more generous than Chen Yi's.

This day they were at the New York City Mayor's fundraising gala again; Chen Congyu went up and spoke for two minutes, raised his hand and donated 40,000 US dollars.

Chen Yi watched, shaking his head: "Old man, take it easy on the spending. It hasn't been that long, and in one week you've already churned out several hundred thousand dollars."

"I spend it happily." Chen Congyu said with cool refreshment: "Pay money to get things done, what a clear principle. Give money, things get done, even if it's a small matter, I'm willing. The New York Mayor just told me, any company affairs in New York, I can call him directly. Just for that, my 40,000 wasn't wasted."

Speaking, he grabbed Chen Yi again: "When you're free, read more books. You're not like me and your dad; what I point to is ultimately the old master. You've fought your way out now, but look around — which one isn't a scion from a prestigious school? If you don't learn more, who knows when you'll be tricked by some slick high-achieving student."

Chen Yi listened with a head full of paste, not knowing why his dad was commenting on these things, could only nod there.

Chen Congyu still wouldn't let him go, pulling him along: "I made a new friend, a tenured professor at Harvard Business School, he's looking everywhere for projects to invest in. I'll take you over to chat. We have money in hand now; if it helps, investing in education isn't bad either."

"I'm studying at Jiang University..." Chen Yi had the Intelligence Scroll to study, so his interest in this area had faded considerably.

Chen Congyu straightened his face, feigning anger: "How long since you went to school? Don't look at them all being professors — how big is Harvard's reputation? While you're in school, how often do you get a chance to speak face-to-face with the best professor for 10 minutes?"

Forget it, he kept dragging Chen Yi forward.

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