Chapter 145

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Officials with backing are like jockeys; the backing is the racehorse, and the person must coordinate with the horse.

Officials without backing are like wild horses on the steppe, basically extinct.

If he can't get a Standing Committee seat, securing a Deputy Mayor with real power is also a very good choice for Fang Zhennan.

After all, the Chen Family cannot control Jiangning's Standing Committee; the one who needs a Standing Committee seat most is City High Official Sun Maoxin, not Political Commissar Chen Guoliang who is on the outside.

At the Chen Family's current recovery speed, if Fang Zhennan waits until next year's reshuffle to enter the Standing Committee, it will be both steady and presentable.

Fang Zhennan was quite tempted, but soon shook his head and said: "The difficulty is a bit high; it's not just a matter of the Secretary nodding."

"Methods are thought up by people; I don't understand adult affairs. I'll donate 10 million USD to support Uncle's operation." Chen Yi patted his chest with financial abandon, amusing the family.

However, this very accurately indicated his view — this position is worth at least a 10 million USD investment.

Aristocratic scions, regardless of age, treat financial power, political power, and military power as speaking rights.

Never mind that Chen Yi earned 1.4 billion USD and 3 billion in loans himself; even if he merely inherited this much money, he could still voice opinions and be taken seriously.

Of course, everyone still doesn't know that one month after his last display of wealth, another 500 million USD hit the books.

Chen Congyu stared at his son with wide eyes for two rounds, smacked his lips twice, and thought: forget it, my own cash isn't even as much as my son's; when it's really needed, it might truly be him paying.

Aunt is a Northeasterner; hearing about state-owned assets she was a bit worried, and spoke directly: "A Yi, the SASAC side, I hear it's easy to get into trouble, and you're putting money out to lobby..."

Fang Zhennan listened to his wife up to this point with a smile, held his teacup and smiled: "Alright, not even in office yet and my wife is nervous first. A Yi, tell me what you want to swap for, I'll listen too."

Chen Yi found it interesting and said: "This is behind closed doors, political divvying up the spoils."

"Isn't politics exactly responsible for divvying up the spoils." Uncle Chen Guoliang studied Marx all his life and has nearly turned into a philosopher with a gun.

Chen Yi laughed hehe and said: "Actually I haven't decided what to do either. Right now at Gold Source International, the borrowed 1.5 billion USD is all idle money; every day just doing some interest arbitrage for preservation, not even certain the interest can be recovered. I also don't want to play too big on Wall Street, so I'm preparing to return to the country to develop. Although it's a financial company matter, a little irregular operation works too. These are all small matters; later we'll definitely have to build some real industry companies, probably under Dad's name, and Uncle will help prop them up then."

Finance has nothing to do with Deputy Mayor. As for industry, hearing it's placed under Chen Congyu's Chen Group, Fang Zhennan is even more at ease.

Big companies have high risk costs; the Group has come this far over so many years, it might not even be able to make a chaotic turn if it wanted to. With his old man keeping watch, at least nothing bad will happen.

Seeing the Fang Zhennan couple had no objections, Chen Yi's uncle Chen Guoliang clapped his hands and said: "I hear Sun Maoxin is currently busy with the construction of the Jingyuan Landscape Avenue and a pile of adjacent Music Plazas; Xiao Yi might as well put in 100 million and have Chen Group do the work. Probably won't make money, but if it moves him to adjust the division of labor, that's enough."

Chen Yi glanced at his dad and agreed, simultaneously asking: "Doesn't he have his own people?"

"Lao Sun is also parachuted in, only two or three years; those who dare to take full responsibility he doesn't dare, those he dares don't dare to take full responsibility; if a tofu-dreg project comes out, political achievements turn into failures."

Chen Guoliang explained it transparently in one sentence.

This 100 million yuan is actually just losing one or two years of interest.

Once construction is done, the money will naturally be withdrawn. But Sun Maoxin's contribution is also limited; at most it's sending a favor.

He is now single-mindedly thinking of taking down He Fuhan; that is why he stands on the same side as the Chen Family.

The adjusted divisions of labor are all under He Fuhan's subordinates; although they couldn't get them into their own hands, the alliance is temporarily theirs as well.

As for Fang Zhennan's promotion to Deputy Mayor, Sun Maoxin nodding is one aspect; the main lobbying is still done by the Chen Family itself — in a place like Jiangning, heaven knows where someone might pop out waving a sky-high banner trying to climb one step higher.

Until the final moment, no one dares guarantee success.

With the matter decided, drinking tea became enjoyment.

The group of elders talked increasingly boringly; Chen Yi said a word, started the Raptor and drove out.

"Back?" Liu Xinyu helplessly played Link Game in the car. Her current notebook doesn't even have wireless network card function; all day only single-player games, truly boring.

Moreover, whenever Chen Yi goes out, she has to stay in the car; now she's almost treating the Raptor as half a home.

Good thing her kidneys are healthy.

The little lizard secretly called: "Apollo welcomes Master back; when will you give me a computer, like Beauty's?"

"What do you want a computer for, you wouldn't know how to play anyway." Chen Yi ignited and started, driving toward the Saint Qiao Kingdom.

"Buy me one to try?" The little lizard spoke, and a streak of water traces appeared on the ground — that was drooling. Liu Xinyu's computer, it had sniffed it; inside was all kinds of metal, a fragrant sweet smell.

A Passat overtook from behind; the owner wore a white suit and kindly reminded: "Brother, your car is leaking oil."

Chen Yi "oh"ed, pinching the Summoning Ring: "Pineapple, you're leaking oil too?"

"Embarrassed, drooled a little."

"Truly hopeless. When there's time, I'll buy you one."

The little lizard cheered, singing: "Mercury copper pure magnesium aluminum, all my favorites, I am Apollo, call me Sun..."

Chen Yi rubbed his ears, pinched the Summoning Ring hard.

The fooling-around little lizard in his mind seemed to have its neck pinched, whimpering to a stop...

"I'm going out for a trip." The Raptor arrived near the Subway Station; Chen Yi said a sentence and pulled out the key.

"You're leaving me here again?" Liu Xinyu had long since tired of Link Game.

"You think I want to." Chen Yi said, pushing the door and getting out. Grendel's Knight combat techniques are all prepared, but the little lizard acts as prison guard every day, simply no way to practice.

Of course, with these days' effort, Grendel can design the combat techniques more perfectly; he even asked Mages to produce fully enclosed battle machinery, specifically to test combat techniques inside — only pity the cost is high, these superfluous battle machinery cannot be promoted in the Saint Qiao Kingdom at all.

Arriving at the Saint Qiao Kingdom, the number of Mages was slightly fewer.

Grand Mage Timothy and Holy Knight Grendel re-examined Chen Yi's physical condition, then began arduous and tedious training.

The Mages remaining on the Magic Tower began inventorying the 2 cubic meters of Elemental Substrate and Scroll Materials Chen Yi brought.

The Saipoga Principality on the Western Front is near collapse; the Northern Front and Eastern Front are also increasingly safe, relying entirely on the merit of large quantities of Magic Scrolls.

The Holy Qiao military commanders, from thousands of years ago, have claimed to be the most outstanding Strategists on the Continent; the best among them have status comparable to Red Robe Mages. After possessing absolute martial force, they consecutively designed several Fortress Siege Battles and Decisive Battles that determined the war's direction.

Once tens or even hundreds of thousands of Soldiers step onto the Battlefield, the Mages on both sides must be invested therein and cannot easily retreat.

In this situation, enemy armies that have exhausted their stockpiles are simply not opponents.

Timothy watched Chen Yi's training with comfort, and after a while, Sand in his Red Robe reported: "A total of 52 million Gold Coins, including two sheets of Level 9 Scroll Paper, and another one I'm not too certain about."

Two sheets of Level 9 Scroll Paper were already the national treasures of several small Principalities; the Grand Mage only felt a fresh Breath spread through his whole body.

"There must be nearly 40 Level 9 Scrolls by now. We can consider taking out 10 to counterattack on the Eastern Front. Sand, you tell the Emperor our Mage Tower is prepared."

War involves all Aspects; Mages equal the Military's Heavy Weapons. With them prepared, other Aspects are easier to Adjust.

"Where's that Scroll you're uncertain about? Let me see."

"Yes."

The Mage Tower's space was strangely vast; Timothy walked Hundreds of Steps, and the Classification Technique currently in use became clear — all kinds of papers floated in differently colored air, yet one alone kept moving Up and Down without Stopping.

Timothy Gasped, almost trembling: "Quick, use Level 6 Classification Technique."

Level 6 Magic is a considerably high-end Spell.

Sand still had Spell Slots today, so he immediately Used it.

After replacing the Level 3 Classification Technique, that paper finally slowly continued rising, all the way to the Pale Blue zone.

"Level 10 Scroll Material." As Sand spoke, a pile of terms surfaced in his mind: Nirvana Rebirth, Spacetime Seal, Blood Dragon Manipulation, Lava Hell...

The two Old Men looked at each other, shaking incessantly like Old Tree Bark.

Never mind buying this Scroll for 4.5 million Gold Coins; even dozens of times more would be Happiness Boundless. How many Level 10 Scrolls still exist on the whole Continent?

Timothy waved and grabbed this Copper Plate Paper, sighing: "Slightly small, suitable for Single-target Magic; Level 10 Single-target Magic, even gods wouldn't work, right?"

For some reason, he thought more.

Chen Yi didn't care what level material they Received; hearing it, he Merely congratulated them twice, then left the Saint Qiao Kingdom dripping with sweat.

With more Screened papers, there will always be some Exceeding Standard; it's a very normal thing.

The instant the Subway started, the Subway Door windows at the Channel suddenly became Gorgeous.

"Strange?" Chen Yi had never seen the Second Stage Activation part lit up when Going Back.

He couldn't be bothered with his full-body sweat, turned and Pushed the door in.

The doors representing Paris and New York were flashing; the other six doors were dark — accurately, five doors dark, one door surging with dark flowing light.

Chen Yi stood before them, and a World Map flashed out, exactly the Scene seen before going to Paris and New York.

Could it be, another Gene Completion?

Chen Yi looked at the Subway Door in surprise; it was still the 10% No Longer Rising.

Although he Can't Figure It Out, he still quickly Clicked on the World Map.

The Naturally Expanding map rotated Slowly, displaying many countries.

"Germany, Solnhofen..." Chen Yi didn't think much, just made his Choice.

In an Instant, the Subway Accelerated, Decelerated, Exquisite.

Prepared Chen Yi stood there Stable, Motionless.

Door Open.

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