Chapter 118: Only I Am the Law Chapter 118: Rectifying the Group

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

A tenured professor at Harvard Business School, he could be considered the strongest business theorist on this planet. Professor Chester, whom Chen Congyu knew, was in his prime, with agile and clear thinking and humorous speech—able to keep those around him smiling at all times, except Chen Yi.

He simply couldn't understand this fellow's English of 200 words per minute, let alone the fact that Chester carried an accent from who knows where—southeast, southwest, northwest, or northeast—sounding at first listen like American English with a Henan accent.

But none of that mattered.

Professor Chester, who was busy raising funds everywhere, left Chen Yi a private mailbox and agreed to discuss business matters, whether practical or academic. Obviously, he was also interested in the existence of Gold Source International.

After the professor left, Chen Congyu asked somewhat movedly, "You say we invest money in him, how much help can we get?"

Chen Group had just received a loan of 1.5 billion US dollars, that is, 12 billion RMB. No matter how low the interest, it was necessary to spend them all in an extremely short time. Using them to pay off previous loans was also possible, but wasn't the purpose of repayment still to borrow?

A company with no debt ratio is either a highly promising new tech company, or not a good company. The vast Chen Group obviously did not belong to the former.

Asking a professor to help save money is as absurd as hiring 1000 civil servants to streamline the civil servant team, but asking him to help spend money surely comes with one-stop dragon service.

Chen Yi dared not be sure, instead pulling Emily over and repeating his father's question, saying, "Do you think it's worth it?"

Emily couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing lightly, saying, "If you give him the funds all at once, I'm afraid you won't be able to find him afterwards."

"A swindler?"

"American professors are all like that." Emily was a top student at Cornell University and explained quite proficiently: "When he's setting up a project, he's most short of money, and that's when he's most active. Not to mention odd jobs like being on call, at parties he'd even strip dance or wash your swimming pool—he'd be willing to do it. But once he has money and starts focusing on the project, apart from responsibilities that must be fulfilled in the contract, they don't care much about other things, and they say it's to be responsible to investors. When we were at school, we encountered this many times."

Chen Yi curled his lips and said, "Then who still gives him money?"

"That's why it's called investment education." Emily laughed until her branches trembled, her Prada earrings rustling.

Chen Congyu snorted contemptuously and said, "This is worse than Chinese officials. Even if they run away, at least they dare to answer the phone."

Emily had learned quite a bit about Chinese customs and scenery from books and classmates, and could laugh along too.

After a while, she patted Chen Yi's back shoulder and said, "Mark is here, I'll go over first."

"Okay."

Chen Yi turned his head, and now it was Mark's turn to introduce several friends to him.

The priest's enthusiastic hospitality was hair-raising; this was already the third wave of friends he had introduced.

Among the first two waves there were believers and businessmen; now they were scholars.

Chen Yi patted his head, unable to understand why the New York City Mayor's charity dinner was full of poor Americans everywhere advertising and begging.

If everyone took a piece of meat from the rich, the next meal people all over the world could only eat vegetables.

As more and more institutions invited the generous Chen father and son, Chen Congyu's mood for spending money faded. The next morning, the two flew back to Jiangning together.

Upon arrival, Chen Congyu's life secretary drove to pick them up, and after getting in the car said, "Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, Xiao Yu's side says there are leads on the paper factory matter."

He pulled out several documents and handed them over, saying: "NATO Kishu Paper Group accounts for 4.4% of Japan's paper production. Their Katsuta Factory in Kanto is willing to sell at a suitable price, but no specific price was given."

"Also, Kirakawa Factory of Oji Paper, and Iwaki Oji Paper may also have sales possibilities; specifics are under negotiation."

"So nothing was accomplished?" Chen Congyu was always impolite to his subordinates.

The secretary smiled and said: "At most within a week there will be news."

The old man looked at his son and said: "Specific documents, from now on send a copy to A Yi. Any other opinions?"

"Acquire a wood pulp mill too." Chen Yi casually glanced at the documents and said: "Anyway you received a large sum of money, how about registering it under the Group?"

Chen Congyu nodded to the secretary, paused slightly, then continued: "Go to Jiang University; you've skipped classes for a week."

Naturally referring to Chen Yi.

The driver turned at the intersection, heading toward Jiang University.

Returning from Washington to Jiangning, the familiar streets actually gave a sense of strangeness.

Probably because the geographical and dimensional gap was too great, making people's brains unable to retrieve the correct information for a while.

Walking by Bo Lake at Jiang University, with the breeze from the water surface blowing on his body, Chen Yi actually felt a bit chilly. No wonder many boys and girls sat by the lake on hot summer days, unwilling to return until dark.

Of course, thinking from another angle, even without the gentle breeze, boys and girls with a chance to be alone would still not let it go. The advantage of a big school is that there are many private spaces, so going to university, whether for romance or for real study, attending a good school is highly beneficial.

Jiang University in China is naturally a top-notch school, but viewed from a global scope, even small countries like Belgium and Luxembourg have ones that clearly surpass it. Having seen the prosperity of Washington and New York, Chen Yi felt completely different walking on campus.

But compared to the intrigue in the banquet hall, compared to the death game of the Saint Qiao Kingdom, the beauty here was obviously more.

With various beautiful imaginations and memories, Chen Yi returned to his dormitory.

Jin Douna was tinkering with something at the computer; hearing the door sound, she "yoed" and pounced over.

"What are you doing?" Chen Yi immediately held her, placing both hands on her slender waist, almost touching.

Jin Douna hopped and pushed him away, waving her hand in front of her nose and said: "So smelly, go take a shower. I'm watching Korean dramas."

"Koreans watch Korean dramas too?" Chen Yi didn't react for a moment and was pushed into the bathroom.

"Korean dramas are of course for Koreans to watch." Jin Douna said with a laugh, asking: "Were things smooth these past few days?"

She was very smart and did not ask for details.

Chen Yi grunted an "en," let go as hot water rushed with a splashing sound, and then asked about recent events.

Hot water was likewise one of the key points of school life; a dorm with hot water was always worth fighting for.

Jin Douna told him aloud, and after a while laughed: "I'm like your spy at the university. Who exactly is the student?"

Chen Yi laughed too, then asked: "Liu Xinyu, what is she doing at school?"

"That's probably her cover identity." Jin Douna's voice was slightly low.

Chen Yi let the water spray his face and said nothing.

He could guess that Jin Douna's life at Jiang University was not very comfortable. She couldn't go out freely, worried about running into Liu Xinyu or someone else, and she had no goals or job; after a long time, she must be bored.

However, the road is under one's feet; it was her own choice. After being away from Jiangning for over a week, Jin Douna still hadn't left, which showed that in her eyes, Jiang University was at least safe.

Or perhaps leaving Jiang University made her feel unsafe.

Chen Yi didn't want to ask about these things; he showered quietly until clean, walked out of the dormitory, and said: "Can you cook? I'm hungry."

"There's no kitchen; want to eat ham?"

"Hmm... how about I take the few dorm rooms next door and turn them into a kitchen?"

Jin Douna said delightedly in Korean: "Can you really do that?"

"Small matter." Chen Yi said, picking up his mobile phone and dialing Xiao Yu.

He believed that as long as he accomplished the fait accompli successfully, even if the school discovered it, they wouldn't take the room back without a sound. Aristocratic scions, by right, ought to have privileges.

At the same time, Chen Congyu began rectifying the group's internal affairs.

He first summoned the group's senior management, announced the 1.5 billion US dollar Merrill Lynch loan, and then began assigning tasks: "Each department go make a plan, see where money is needed, fill the gaps; total amount 5 billion RMB, first come first served."

This style of handling affairs is only possible at Chen Group. Chen Congyu, who calls himself a mall roughneck, values competitive talent with execution ability.

The senior managers were in a chaotic flurry of phone calls and faxes notifying; when it comes to distributing money and snatching resources, it's forever the most enthusiastic time.

Once the conference room emptied, Chen Congyu lightly swept the tabletop and said: "Go bring the debt-collection ghosts from the several banks over here."

The so-called debt-collection ghosts are the directors and audit personnel the banks placed inside the group.

Previously, the group was clearly about to collapse; the various banks dared not lend, yet all single-mindedly wanted to get their money back. To seize the collateral at the earliest moment, they thought of every method to send people to inspect assets, guard assets — even warehouse shipments they had to interfere with — harassing Chen Congyu and the others beyond endurance.

These people were used to acting like grand masters; even facing Chen Congyu they couldn't be called respectful — their attitude toward others is imaginable. Five directors entered, sat down on their own; among them, Jiangyin Bank Bank Bank's Director Li even pointed to the side and told his subordinates: "Sit down, all sit down, standing is strangely tiring."

"Better stay standing." Chen Congyu's voice was heavy, without a trace of amusement.

"Aiyo, President Chen's fire qi is really surging today; did you eat gunpowder?" When at the bank he could only be called Deputy Manager Li, but dispatched to the company he was an existence like heaven. Toward an aristocratic second generation like Chen Congyu, others yield seven parts; he yields only three, and if words fail he doesn't give face at all.

Chen Congyu grinned fiercely twice, tapped the tabletop with a hand, and said: "Jiangyin Bank Bank Bank's, right? Xiao Zhou, pay them. Loan cleared, people driven away; whose family next?"

Director Li froze, half a moment later both annoyed and amused: "President Chen, don't really go crazy; you have the ability to repay early? If you had spare cash, would you have been squeezed by us like this?"

He waved a hand around; all the banks wore disbelieving expressions.

"I really do now." Chen Congyu waved a hand: "Check the company accounts yourselves; by this afternoon, settle the loans, and you can leave too. Who else still wants money?"

The directors who previously hated that Chen Group would immediately go bankrupt and liquidate, take the money and go home, all froze.

If the Chen family really has money now and recalls the loans early, it would be a huge loss for them.

That Jiangyin Bank Bank Bank's Deputy Manager Li also lost his bearings, took out his mobile phone wanting to call, but the phone rang first.

At about the same time, the dispatched directors' phones from each bank also roared to life, unwilling to stay lonely.

Chen Congyu suppressed his voice: "Director Li, tell your superior — money and you, only one can stay in Jiangning. I, Chen, from the moment I left the womb, was never easy to bully. You dare make me unhappy for a day, I'll make you uncomfortable for a lifetime."

Inside Manager Li's mobile phone, who knows what was being said.

He also didn't know whose orders to follow; anyway, no one said anything nice.

This concerns his career prospects, the crucial moment of the next several decades. Both sides squeezing in together, he couldn't bear it; decisively he plopped his buttocks onto the floor, head leaning against the chair back, like a woman with motion sickness.

The bank managers who just received the news fell deathly silent. In this world, banks with money are the grand masters, companies without money are the grandsons; wealthy aristocratic scions and large groups equal the grand masters' own fathers.

They are the grand masters' concubine maids; on the bed and under the bed, they all have to kneel to the grand masters' own fathers.

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