Chapter 160

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

"Is that Mr. Fang?" Chen Yi walked out of the room at just the right moment.

He was clutching a whole handful of Green Breath Berries in his hand, and his cheeks were stuffed full of them too, looking like a squirrel hoarding food.

After a long period of tasting, he could now distinguish with the naked eye between the sour-sweet Green Breath Berries and the purely sweet ones. Eaten in combination, the flavor was quite good, a bit like pine cones that were hard on the outside and juicy inside, or plant-type bland liquor-filled chocolates.

Compared to common nuts like pistachios, the taste of Green Breath Berries was clearly better.

For no apparent reason, Fang Zhong felt a bit more relaxed, and said with a smile: "Hello hello, I am Fang Zhong."

The two shook hands for three seconds, then let go.

Precise as if measured by a stopwatch.

Chen Yi was already at Douji Level 2; his judgment of time had practically seeped into his marrow. Even now, if you locked him in a pitch-black, soundless room, his biological clock wouldn't err within two or three days.

"Come in." Chen Yi beckoned him inside, pouring himself water at the dispenser, and said: "I've read Mr. Fang's file. A proper PhD student from Jiangning University, joined the company 8 years ago, promoted to Department Manager, received a 300,000 bonus last year — a rather outstanding record. However, you haven't had many capital operations. Tell me, can you handle a large volume of merger and acquisition business?"

Fang Zhong valued this opportunity greatly. He knew Tang Xiongfei was doing very well under Chen Yi, already a Chinese name that could be called out on Wall Street.

Compared to a bit of salary and bonus in Jiangning, Wall Street clearly held far greater prospects. China's securities brokers have only two paths to reach the pinnacle of life: collude in insider information, or go overseas to eat China's financial market. As for changing China's financial structure — with that kind of idle time, better go overseas and do something meaningful.

Fang Zhong organized his thoughts, then said with a bitter smile: "China's capital operations rely on government connections. Mr. Chen keeps himself clean and doesn't want people gossiping, so we rarely have big-ticket deals. However, these years I've been following this area, and my doctoral dissertation is also on mergers and acquisitions..."

Chen Yi listened to the gist. He actually didn't have much choice. Fang Zhong was, after all, someone his father had carefully selected, and had been in the Group for so long. Hiring a new person now — not to mention whether they could be used immediately, just leading the team would take half a year.

So he just smiled and said: "As long as you have confidence. Two things I called you for. First, the Jiangbei Wharf has caught Mitsubishi Group's eye. I need you to do a feasibility report. Cast your vision wider — see if there's competition, how to compete. Second, I've prepared 30 million US dollars. I want you to acquire a paper mill for me."

Fang Zhong turned the thought over and said: "Is it because you want to compete with Mitsubishi Group, so you're giving up on the NATO Jizhou factory?"

"That's one reason. Mitsubishi is too colossal; we're not yet a match, but we must watch them." Chen Yi finished, then asked: "Was the NATO Jizhou acquisition handled by you?"

Few people knew about this. Since he brought it up, he was basically a participant.

Fang Zhong didn't dare claim credit, hurriedly saying: "It was personally handled by the General Manager Secretary. I only provided consultation and advice."

The General Manager Secretary is the General Manager's secretary.

Chen Group's senior positions are rather flexible. Chen Congyu holds both Chairman and General Manager posts, yet leaves the deputy positions to handle daily affairs.

Chen Yi nodded, saying: "Not bad either. Strive to have the factory dismantled and moved to Jiangning within a few months. Also, you can continue contacting Iwasaki Masayoshi. Japanese stuff is still pretty good. If they're willing to sell, we'll buy."

Fang Zhong agreed repeatedly.

Mitsubishi Paper is one of Mitsubishi's key industries, most skilled in special paper production, quite fitting Chen Yi's requirements.

Of course, their core departments are definitely not for sale.

Chen Yi smiled, tossed a Green Breath Berry into the fish tank, and said: "From today, the Investment Department is my people. Call my mobile phone from now on."

A fresh, hot-off-the-press business card engraved with a row of subway stops was handed over.

Seeing Fang Zhong off, Chen Yi hugged a bag of Green Breath Berries, tilting his head to look at the map on the wall.

This was a map of Jiangning City.

Jiangbei Port and Jiangnan Port face each other across the river, located at the upper right and lower right corners of the map respectively.

Whether from a geographical or historical angle, Jiangnan Port is far superior, but that doesn't mean Jiangbei Port is worthless. It can at least berth 100,000-ton vessels, which is quite good. And — Chen Yi's hand slid from Jiangbei all the way down, then stopped on Binjiang Road.

Just like the great river that pierces through Jiangning, Binjiang Road also runs through the entire urban area. Following Jiangbei Port down 20-odd kilometers, you reach the Binjiang Road district in the city center. The subway Chen Yi takes every evening is right here.

If Mitsubishi Group's plan were expanded by another fold, Binjiang Road could be included in the wharf district.

"If Grandpa were still in power, that would be great." He suddenly thought this.

The wharf project is truly colossal. Mitsubishi is also a colossus. China is like a zoo; when a fierce beast like Mitsubishi enters, the kids throwing a few stones or tossing some beef is fine. But if you think you can pat its butt or pull its teeth, that's very unfortunate.

A tiger this big — the Chen Family clearly can't swallow it.

The dejection lasted only an instant. Chen Yi quickly straightened his chest, thinking: I'm already several steps ahead of others. Grandpa not being in power doesn't matter. When I rise, I can push him back up. And being able to healthily handle national politics, living longer than others.

The little Mages of Holy Qiao can live 200 years. No reason Grandpa can't live another 100.

If I couldn't handle you in 2003, do you think I still can't handle you in 2103?

Chen Yi thought this, and smiled to himself.

The port's public bidding still had no news, but the Jianshe Road reconstruction project kicked off first.

The Jiangning Municipal CPPCC member who returned satisfied from Dubai, in a democratic spirit, took the lead in sending a letter to the municipal competent department, inquiring about the feasibility of relocating Jianshe Road.

The competent Deputy Mayor Fang Zhennan annotated the same day: "Benefits the country and the people, favorable to the sect."

By the time the slow-reacting Lao Ahong knew, the reply had already arrived.

Once formal channel matters are settled, changing them again takes a tremendous amount of effort.

Lao Ahong's "one word carries the weight of nine tripods" from his early years has left only prestige. Changing a government department's decision consumes massive energy and time — he possesses neither. So he can only pant and watch Er Ahong struggle wholeheartedly.

Er Ahong struggles quite hard.

He's not entirely doing it for the agreement. Anyone would have desire for wealth. Before, Er Ahong's wealth desire was covered by power desire. Now he's a CPPCC member, Lao Ahong is failing, and holding 700 million-plus in demolition funds — how grand is that?

Then we'll keep two concubines, one on top, one on bottom; hire two mistresses, one for office, one for public affairs. Er Ahong drools just thinking about it.

At the same time, he exerted the spirit of self-reliance, calling on all sectors of society to enthusiastically donate to the temple, so as to relocate earlier and better.

A continuous, rapid combination of punches, leaving no time to taste the flavor behind the scenes.

Although many believers questioned the necessity of relocation, the situation was already irreversible. There were still devout believers willing to offer up one-tenth or even one-half of their family assets for this.

The Luo Family's construction team took a week to set up a temporary worship hall and office space on the empty land in the Eastern Suburbs.

Er Ahong waved his hand broadly: "We're moving."

A day later, the Ahongs withdrew from the temple and put Jianshe Road into demolition status.

To put everyone at ease, Luo's father rapidly settled the detonators and approvals and all matters through connections, and directly detonated it.

A six-story building — explosive demolition isn't cost-effective, but if it's for building new housing, the time saved is always worth it.

When the flying dust settled, Lao Ahong's eyeballs turned completely cloudy.

Er Ahong grew even more smug; he spent all day at the construction site, both to watch over his own temple and to conveniently supervise all expenditures.

In his view, a construction project budgeted at 200 million yuan — besides himself, no one else should be allowed to skim money.

He didn't notice that a small accountant from the office followed behind his buttocks every day.

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The temple on Jianshe Road was demolished, which first made Little Sister extremely happy.

Although the kidnapping lasted only a short time, the impression left was still quite terrible.

She ran bouncily to the original site on Jianshe Road, visited the remaining structures blown into ruins, and took photos as a memento. The next day, she even sneaked out of school to come to Jiangning University to find Chen Yi.

Only she hadn't notified in advance — where could she find anyone.

The dormitory was empty; Jin Douna continued attending her exchange student courses, Liu Xinyu continued being a counselor, both quite happy not having to stay in the dorm all day. Perhaps without the organization's pressure their moods improved, almost treating their cover identities as real. Chen Yi naturally wouldn't disturb them; his own tasks were also too many to finish. Just Professor Lei's project alone could exhaust three undergraduates and two graduate students — PhD students are zombies, long since poisoned too tired to die.

Of course, now there's only one graduate student and half an undergraduate, so classmate Han He is even more hard-pressed.

Chen Yi merely kept going to participate under constant urging. Just as previously guessed, Han He is a disguised perfectionist; whenever he has a new idea, he revises the earlier thesis, making both of them suffer while he alone enjoys it.

Little Sister couldn't reach Han Jie by phone, so she decisively went to the Computer Association.

Since the kidnapping incident, this was her first time coming to this independent small building.

Classmate Xiao Yu was terrified; a group of otakus baring their upper halves, or lower halves, or both upper and lower halves excitedly put on clothes, lined up to welcome Chen Rongxi.

Little Sister rudely caught the cola with her left hand, tea water with her right hand, sipping left, sipping right: "Send someone to find my brother."

"Yes." Xiao Yu immediately went to ask people.

"Get me a computer." The young miss spoke again.

Computers everywhere on the ground.

Xiao Yu fawningly said: "President, heard you were caught this time because you made a powerful virus?"

"No." Chen Rongxi hmphed. Family all forbid her from discussing or making viruses again.

In essence, she's still an obedient good girl, at least on this kind of matter.

Xiao Yu was extremely disappointed: "I thought we could invade Floating Mountain together."

"Who wants to invade Floating Mountain?" A clear yet soft glutinous voice — precisely Counselor Liu Xinyu, coming to the small building to inspect.

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