Chapter 135

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi called Emily and the cowboy businessman in New York separately. He ordered a batch of West African paper from the latter, then asked Emily to help verify it.

This West African paper had also been supplied to the Saint Qiao Kingdom. Its chance of producing high-level scroll material was even higher than Boss He's selection, but in terms of average return rate it fell short. After all, crystal screens are inanimate objects; their judgment isn't based on the demand levels of both supply and demand sides, and prices aren't infinitely inflated just because something is rarer.

New York traffic is busy; if it weren't for insufficient supply at the Paper Supermarket, Chen Yi wouldn't bother going to New York again, taking a one- or two-hour taxi ride, then buying paper.

With that time, he might as well eat some exquisite food carefully cooked by a master chef in the Lower East Side. Having cultivated to Pocket Qi Level 1, his daily physical expenditure was huge, and his appetite had increased considerably; eating at different restaurants, he could manage two or three.

Chen Congyu listened to his son chatter on in English for a while, finally hung up, then pushed his teacup forward and said: "So busy? Have some tea."

Chen Yi downed four teacups in one breath, then thought of perfume, raised a finger, and said: "I'll make another call."

Saying which, he dialed Raymond in Paris.

Perfume filling two cubic meters of space, minus packaging, would probably be over ten thousand bottles. This kind of bulk buying would make the girls in Jiangning smell bad.

After agreeing on the time, location, and types and quantities of perfume, Chen Yi finally hung up his mobile phone and slipped it into his pocket.

The four teacups on the table were refilled with water again.

Chen Yi drank them clean without ceremony, wiped his mouth, and smiled: "Thanks, Dad."

"Are you really that busy?" Chen Congyu said displeasedly: "Do you know how hard it is for the employees below to see me? In the whole group, just the vice presidents number seven people; if I poured them tea twice a day every day, the day would be over..."

Chen Yi feigned ignorance and joked: "Dad, isn't whoever makes more money busier?"

Chen Congyu was choked so he couldn't swallow a sip of tea, and said angrily: "Are you here to make fun of me?"

Chen Yi hehed and laughed.

His Gold Source International's daily profit was about to break twenty million US dollars, meaning this year's revenue might reach four billion US dollars, destined to exceed Chen Group several times over. For traditional companies, revenue of hundreds of billions, after deducting taxes and costs and paying salaries, keeping ten percent was already respectable—compared to that, the taxes the state took might be even higher.

The good old thirty percent tax of Confucius's time had not existed since Li Zicheng.

"Isn't being happy best?" Chen Yi downed the tea just poured, then lay comfortably on the big back sofa and said: "I was originally asking about the Japanese factory matter and told Assistant Zhou. By the way, shall I tell you something else?"

"Hmm?"

"Gold Source International now has 1.65 billion US dollars frozen in company accounts; this money can only be invested in finance. My consideration is either to invest it back into the Chinese market." Chen Yi reached this conclusion after considering for several consecutive days.

Wall Street is a crocodile pool with whales; a moment's carelessness and losing hundreds or billions of US dollars fills history books. As for having one's entire net worth licked clean, there are too many every day for anyone to know. In that place, losing tens of millions of US dollars doesn't concern anyone.

Although 1.65 billion US dollars could be played with, Chen Yi had no confidence he could outplay those American madmen who had rolled in the financial world their whole lives.

Compared to that, China's pool is shallow and murky, but the Chen Family is a genuine big crocodile. Without asking anyone to look after them, people seeing the Chen Family's signboard would naturally weigh things up.

This favor is something countless domestic fund managers chase for a lifetime without obtaining.

Similarly, government connections are existing, insider news is inevitable, and even the violative funds most likely to cause problems domestically, Chen Yi can avoid safely. 1.65 billion US dollars is now 13.9 billion RMB; that's how much money many city banks have hollowed out.

Chen Congyu thought for a while, then laughed self-mockingly: "The son is stronger than the father, a good thing. You go ahead and do it boldly; as long as you don't corrupt cadres or embezzle and bribe, use the Chen Family's brand freely. The old man said the same to me back then."

Chen Yi said with clicking sounds: "I thought Grandpa was quite old-fashioned. But don't worry, Dad; even after another ten years, the company's employees won't be as many as yours, so you're still impressive. Power is the degree of control over wealth; you control a larger quantity."

"A whole set after entering university?" Chen Congyu laughed; he wasn't really fixated on it.

He refilled water into the teapot, pouring slowly.

Chen Congyu felt his mind had calmed, then said in a relaxed tone: "Prepare the domestic company first. But in the past few days, if you have nothing to do, don't go out. When you return, I'll assign you two bodyguards."

"Is the Ceng Yi matter not going smoothly?" Chen Yi's mind turned very quickly.

"It's going smoothly precisely because it's going too smoothly." Chen Congyu had grown somewhat accustomed to discussing matters with his son and said without much concealment: "Ceng Quan has only one son. Bureau Chief Yan's visit to your dormitory left ironclad evidence; Ceng Yi will definitely be sentenced to a period of time no matter what. If Ceng Quan can't bear his son spending two to three years in prison, the only way is to drag out the trial time, then get him out in the middle to stay at home; if luck is good, after two to three years the trial ends, the imprisonment gets discounted, and it's soon enough. Another move is to simply run away and write it off. But if this move is used, Ceng Quan definitely won't stay long in the Secretary-General's position."

Chen Yi nodded understandingly. The Secretary-General has to deal with officials at all levels and represents the face of the government's chief official. Once he uses such a trick, it's like a doctor who can't wash his hands clean—he can't get on the operating table.

"Ceng Quan leaving his post, or even being transferred out of Jiangning, could free up a Standing Committee Member seat, so the balance of power in the Standing Committee would change." Chen Congyu said, then laughed wryly: "We prepared many people at the court and procuratorate, waiting for Ceng Quan to be transferred so we could grab seats; who would have thought He Fuhan chose the option most unfavorable to him."

"Protect Ceng Yi?"

"Protect Ceng Yi's son." Chen Congyu sneered: "A hole the size of a needle's eye, and now they insist on squeezing a rat through; how can it not break?"

Chen Yi set down his teacup, leaned on the sofa, and said: "So Ceng Yi is still outside?"

"So I'm telling you not to go out if you have nothing to do. At most within one or two weeks, he'll either flee abroad or obediently serve his sentence; no matter how formidable He Fuhan is, he can't overturn an ironclad case."

The Chen Family is a local snake in Jiangning; although the He Family has some foundation, they ultimately can't compare. Once they go all out against each other, He Fuhan will be hard-pressed before his people in the Central government are even sold out.

The old man stepping down hurt the Chen Family's muscles and bones, but even so, their remaining power in Jiangning is no smaller than the He Family's. Moreover, there are so many families with shared interests, interacting and supporting each other for so many years, forming a single body.

Chen Yi grunted twice but didn't take it to heart.

A mere Ceng Yi—if he dares to come, he should first compensate the huanghuali tables and chairs.

After eating a simple meal with Old Dad at the company, Chen Yi then took the hungry Liu Xinyu back to the dormitory.

Jin Douna was eating soy sauce rice and Korean spicy napa cabbage; the soy sauce was premium light soy sauce, the rice from Miyagi Prefecture, Japan, plus round cabbage originally from Korea. This seemingly simple meal was more expensive than stir-fry at an ordinary small restaurant.

Seeing the two return, she immediately said sweetly: "Sister Liu, did you have fun playing outside?"

It seems she had basically emerged from the shadow of being a young lady.

Liu Xinyu had been exposed all day; when she returned, she had to wear Chen Yi's clothes and couldn't wait to bathe and change. She glanced at Jin Douna, then angrily went into the bathroom.

"Don't close the door." The moment she entered, Chen Yi said in a warning tone.

Liu Xinyu grunted; sure enough, she didn't dare close the door.

"Miyagi rice, want to try some?" Jin Douna held out her bowl, with a grain of rice still at the corner of her mouth.

Chen Yi smiled and picked the rice off for her, saying: "I've eaten; I'll go read a book first."

"Oh, okay."

After Jin Douna finished speaking, she suddenly looked absent-minded, stared for a moment, then continued eating her soy sauce rice.

A while later, seeing Chen Yi return to the bedroom, her hand unconsciously rubbed back and forth at the corner of her mouth—thinking in her heart: Since entering the organization and starting training, who has helped me pick rice grains... I miss Mom...

Chen Yi twirled a magic wand the length, thickness, and thinness of a fountain pen in one hand, his right hand rapidly flipping through economics books related to the topic.

China's political economics cannot be separated from Marx's political economics. Expanding a scholar's discourse infinitely broadly, and only being able to speak well of it, not poorly, has already reached an extent comparable to the eight-legged essay. To write such a thesis well, reading predecessors' works is indispensable.

Every time this happened, Chen Yi got through it relying on the Intelligence Scroll.

His advanced mathematics, principles of economics, and other courses were all studied this way.

Reading these books with an Intelligence Quotient above 160, the efficiency was so high it was enough to let Chen Yi laugh proudly at the world while eating well, sleeping well, and playing well.

Drinking Energy Recovery Potion until evening, Chen Yi snapped the book shut with a "pa" and summoned: "Counselor, going out with me."

"Okay." Liu Xinyu said, walking out of the room, her hand fiddling with something in her hair.

This posture made her chest naturally even more upright.

Originally somewhat rushed for time, Chen Yi also felt time was no longer rushed, the world was sunny.

"Let's go." Liu Xinyu glanced at him proudly, but more at Jin Douna, following Chen Yi downstairs.

The little lizard's two car lights flickered hua-hua, repeatedly asking Chen Yi: "Take it off? Take it off? Take it off?"

Student Chen stomped hard, ruthlessly stepping on the car accelerator, the Raptor roared out, like a fat man released from a bowstring.

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