Chapter 129: Only I Have the Unique Method Chapter 129 Classroom

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Twenty minutes later, Yan Deputy Director of the Jiangning Police Bureau arrived in a hurry with his men.

By now, Chen Yi's furniture and furnishings had undergone a fundamental change.

A shattered set of wine glasses could be replaced with natural crystal ones, eight pieces for 350,000 yuan.

A slightly stained cabinet could be replaced with an Armani dada—though it was a bit hard to let go, owing a debt of one million yuan was no joke.

The wallpaper stained with bloodstains definitely had to be replaced; the living room was ten meters long, four meters wide, and three meters high, totaling 120 square meters or 1080 square feet. If replaced with a huge landscape painting or a famous master's mural, even tens of millions might not find a suitable one... By the time he said this, Ceng Yi had basically fainted.

Yan Deputy Director arrived, so Chen Yi naturally didn't need to continue, but he put away the IOU for 120 million yuan.

Liu Xinyu looked at him and smiled, saying: "If making money were this easy, great families wouldn't need to put on airs."

"Making money is inherently easy," Chen Yi said, looking at him strangely. "These are just pocket money. Ceng Yi was careless in checking the data and offended me; if he doesn't feel the pain, others won't remember."

Compared to his current daily income of nearly 20 million US dollars, 100 million RMB was indeed not worth looking at.

Liu Xinyu said helplessly: "Are you going to ask his father for it?"

"Whoever helps him cover it, ask them for it."

Chen Yi said, making way for the approaching police, and said: "Bureau Chief Yan, I'll leave it all to you."

"Good, good," the Bureau Chief said, nodding with a smile. He was considered a fairly core member of the Chen Family, knew quite a few related matters, and didn't dare be careless with Chen Yi.

His criminal investigation personnel began taking photos and collecting evidence in various ways, while he himself kept making phone calls, exchanging various situations. The police from the police station were squeezed to the side, completely becoming bystanders watching the excitement.

Chen Yi knew this represented a major unification of Chen Family Power.

From Ceng Yi, if done well, they would find a flawless breakthrough point to further attack the Secretary-General. Then the He Family would face a test: whether to protect the Secretary-General or abandon him—the integrated huge power would definitely make He Fuhan fall into a considerably difficult situation.

And they didn't need to achieve any overly complex or grand goal; just achieving a small goal would be enough. Obviously, its symbolic meaning was greater than its actual meaning, and its symbolic meaning was the actual meaning.

After three or five hours, Bureau Chief Yan finally represented the police in withdrawing from the building. As he left, he smiled and said: "Watch the news tomorrow."

Chen Yi smiled and said "Good."

The Bureau Chief then asked him in a low voice: "Do you know a person named Song Hua?"

That was the last name on Song Yuan's criminal record. It seemed they found a business card from Ceng Yi's pocket.

Chen Yi pretended to be surprised and said: "I seem to have offended someone surnamed Song, who instructed Ceng Yi, but it doesn't seem like it."

"I didn't ask," Bureau Chief Yan said, shaking his head slightly with a smile. "No matter what, this is now two separate matters, and I can't interfere. I must remind you to be careful; he is registered with the International Police."

Chen Yi hurriedly said: "Wait, international thieves are the most troublesome. Please wait a moment."

He said, taking out Zhu Guangliang's phone number: "Do you know this person?"

"I know him."

Zhu Guangliang was considered a relatively close person.

Chen Yi said: "Can you help explain? Anyway, he's an international thief; once caught, everyone will be at ease."

"A small matter, don't worry." Bureau Chief Yan patted his shoulder and left.

Chen Yi almost laughed out loud. Between Ceng Yi and Bureau Chief Yan, even the "Human Development Research Society" couldn't find out who leaked the secret.

After all, they weren't a government agency; even if they had a way to see official archives and documents, they had to go through Liu Xinyu, equivalent to getting nothing.

Chen Yi looked at the messy room and the walls more than half destroyed, clapped his hands, and smiled: "The things in the room, tidy them up. I'll find someone to repair them. You can sleep first if you want to sleep."

"It's almost dawn," Liu Xinyu pointed behind her.

Jiangning's dawn comes very early; it was now about three or four o'clock. Chen Yi looked at his watch and said: "Forget it, let's just rest for a while."

Liu Xinyu and Jin Douna simply couldn't sleep; their thoughts were heavier, and the pressure they faced was greater.

If Chen Yi failed, at most he would return to square one and continue being his little rich kid; but if she failed, the result would be very unpredictable.

Jin Douna sat alone on a chair, looking obliquely at the pitch-black night outside, looking at Chen Yi who had captured her, looking at the former young lady Liu Xinyu... but in her mind, she was thinking of home, thinking of her parents, thinking of her younger brothers and sisters... unfortunately, maybe she could never go back.

The Organization would take care of them properly, as long as she herself never appeared again—Jin Douna could only comfort herself like this, but tried not to consider the result of being exposed after pretending to be the Jiangning person in charge.

That would definitely be very, very painful.

However, perhaps, maybe, she could do well as the Jiangning person in charge. Jin Douna suddenly had this thought, and it grew uncontrollably: "If she could really replace the young lady, how many years of struggle would be saved? Her family's highest-ranking core member that had ever appeared might be just this high a position."

She remembered the glory of her childhood; at that time, her parents lived in Hanseong, with a big hotel and a beautiful flower shop. Unfortunately, after her great-uncle died, the family that couldn't hold on moved to the suburbs...

"Back then, the great-uncle protected the whole family alone. If I could take the young lady's position, even if I just occasionally took care of my parents, I could help them a lot. At least I could send my younger brothers and sisters to study at university overseas, let them start their own companies, and not rely on the Organization..." Jin Douna continued thinking: "I am the young lady's assistant, and I've followed her for so long. If I go missing, the young lady taking care of me is also a very normal thing; they shouldn't suspect..."

Her gaze unconsciously fell on Liu Xinyu's face, then quickly shifted away, looking at Chen Yi.

"His family is very powerful in China and is still growing. If I do well, he will definitely be willing to delegate power to me..." Jin Douna thought and thought, her mood gradually improved, and her previous fear of the darkness disappeared quite a bit.

The sky became bright.

The renovation workers arrived at the dormitory with the morning dew. Chen Yi, who had been pretending to sleep for a while, looked and smiled: "Drills and such, let them not use them first; talk about it after 9 o'clock. Jin Douna, you stay at home to watch; we'll leave first."

"Okay," Jin Douna answered crisply, her tone completely different.

Liu Xinyu smiled and glanced at her, followed Chen Yi downstairs, and said: "If Song Yuan isn't caught within a month, are you going to take me home to play?"

"If Song Yuan isn't caught within a month, then you need to consider your retreat." Chen Yi's answer left her speechless.

Not long after arriving at the classroom, the fat guy came.

This guy only had one focal point when looking at things; he plopped down beside Chen Yi and said: "I heard your dormitory had another fight last night?"

"Where did you hear that?"

"It's spreading everywhere, online, via text messages, on every street and alley..." The fat guy said halfway, then saw Liu Xinyu, and his voice immediately lowered: "Ah, ah..."

"A counselor for the Finance major," Chen Yi introduced in one sentence.

The fat man finally spoke smoothly, smiling: "The counselor is here to listen to the lecture too? I just said Jiang University's finance major is famous; I heard not a few professors come to teach undergraduates. Graduate students?"

What he had in mind was mostly something juicy, not talent.

Liu Xinyu smiled faintly and said: "No."

"A PhD student? Not bad."

"No." Liu Xinyu shook her head again.

Hearing she wasn't a student, the fat man stuck out his tongue, then gave Chen Yi a thumbs-up.

In a moment's time, Han Jie appeared at the doorway holding a huge bucket of potato chips. The fat man automatically made room, watching Chen Yi with a beauty on his left and a beauty on his right, his tongue nearly dropping with envy.

"Switched?" Han Jie blinked her eyes, but her words nearly made Chen Yi bite his tongue.

"No."

"The second one?" Han Jie didn't care at all whether Liu Xinyu was a counselor; her offensive awareness was unprecedentedly strong.

Liu Xinyu glanced at Chen Yi and smiled: "I haven't decided yet."

The two people's brief conversation had no concrete content specified, but it gave the surrounding hormone-fueled crowd enormous room for imagination.

The sound of inhaling breath rose and fell, as if they were short of oxygen.

Chen Yi hurriedly said: "Ren Yuan isn't here?"

"Hasn't come to class for four or five days; heard he's hospitalized." Fine, Lin Yuan also appeared in the back row seat; after greeting Counselor Liu Xinyu, she said: "Heard something happened on your side again?"

"Small matter, small matter." Chen Yi finished speaking and sighed: "I just wanted to listen to Professor Lei's class, that's all."

"You're a celebrity. Look, the professor is here."

Chen Yi immediately opened his notebook, pretending to look focused.

Luo Xiaoshan drooled on the side: "Dignified beauty, I like her. Generous enough, can handle the scene. Han Jie, is she their class monitor?"

"Yes, want me to introduce you?" Han Jie was very willing to eliminate the threat.

Luo Xiaoshan nodded repeatedly.

Lei Gongpo still started from recent political and economic events, then turned and said: "Today we'll do a comparison, comparing Western political economy with our Marxist political economy. I now propose two questions for everyone's reference, then continue."

As he spoke, he wrote on the blackboard: 1. Analyze China's labor market; 2. Economic crisis theory.

Hanging two lines of text at the back, Lei Gongpo smiled: "The topics are big; we can speak freely. Many of our current students are actually influenced by a large amount of Western thought; their understanding of Marxism is just stored in textbooks, right? I'll first talk about the content in our textbooks, namely Marx's political economy, then ask a few students to talk about your understanding of these two questions; it can be Western or Marxist. I'll now call a few names to prepare. Lin Yuan, Cai Huaqing, Li Zhao, Zhou Tong, Chen Yi..."

Hearing his own name, Chen Yi's eyelids jumped at once.

In a large classroom of two or three hundred people, if he didn't speak well, it would be embarrassing.

Lin Yuan and the others, whether in middle school or university, were all good students; previewing and reviewing lessons were indispensable. Not a bit of stage fright.

Chen Yi's eyelids darted around, but he fixed his gaze on the prompt in the bottom right corner of the notebook screen.

Professor Chester's new email!

This person seems to be an economics professor from Harvard.

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