Chapter 162

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi's eyebrows bounced pleasingly.

He knew what Fang Zhong wanted to say. Just as foreign enterprises did in China, Chinese enterprises could just as well cause trouble abroad—as long as important valuable equipment was moved to China, the workers' problem would naturally be solved.

Even if they were all fired, could Britain's unions threaten China's proletarian party? Chen Yi was no ordinary commoner; he was the spokesman of China's rulers, worth far more than several hundred old workers.

However, Chen Yi had no interest in doing that.

The money saved was too little, but the reputation would be too bad. One hundred old workers, over a million pounds a year—why make a mess over this little money? Put in West Capital City terms, saving this kind of money was "ugly eating."

Chen Yi said on the spot: "I don't want to cause labor disputes or anything like that; I want to get things done cleanly."

Fang Zhong hesitated and said: "Then organize production in Britain?"

Chen Yi asked: "How soon can work start?"

"Right away."

"1.55 million pounds?"

"Yes. A cabbage price. That factory owner just wants to sell the factory; they lose money whether they produce or not."

The price was truly like giving it away.

Chen Yi thought and said: "You continue to investigate their production and management status, ask people who know the trade, see how their specialty paper quality is; production cost is not a problem. Also, you continue preparing the acquisition; there must still be a large modern paper products factory."

In his thinking, since they were supporting the Saint Qiao Kingdom's rise, there must be a continuous supply of materials. Things like Elemental Substrate were just icing on the cake, but Scroll Material was different—that was a key strategic material that could determine the course of war.

Producing good specialty paper quickly, and constantly researching higher-grade paper, all required a large paper company to support it.

Fang Zhong was naturally very happy. The more investment, the more mergers and acquisitions, the more it showed his value. A man who had reached this position had grown indifferent to money—of course, they still wouldn't refuse high salaries.

Chen Yi turned and smiled at his little sister, saying: "Your brother is now a factory owner."

"Then he's a capitalist who exploits workers." His little sister was preparing for the high school entrance exam and had politics down pat.

Chen Yi smiled and said: "I'm the better kind; I just vetoed my subordinate's proposal to fire elderly workers."

"People's Democratic Dictatorship; for a capitalist like you who isn't too bad, the treatment is to spare your dog's life and then confiscate private property." After his little sister finished speaking, she rolled around on the bed and said: "I've figured out this year's stage play—about how the proletariat of 2020 completed the nationalization of China's private enterprises and once again eliminated the exploiting class..."

"Your mom will beat you to death." Chen Yi looked at his little sister with a pitying gaze. At home, the one who used torture was always Mom; her strength was relatively small, so it didn't hurt as much, and before hitting she always had sufficient reason, and after hitting she would comfort the children—truly an expert in corporal punishment.

His little sister shivered, then turned to retaliatorily search the computer in front of her: "I'll find the secret movies and novels you've hidden, and then tell Mom..."

Chen Yi curled his lips; how could there be such things on a work computer?

Still, he quickly found an excuse, took the computer back, and then got a notebook for his little sister to play with.

The so-called "got" was making a naked bear call, asking him to buy a new notebook and deliver it.

Once Naked Bear came, he wouldn't leave.

He moved a small stool and sat there eagerly, eyes fixed on Chen Yi. He looked like a little black bear that hadn't eaten enough.

Such a big animal, looking at him, he couldn't dodge even if he wanted to.

Chen Yi helplessly said kindly: "Naked Bear, what's wrong?"

"Master, I want to learn more powerful kung fu." Naked Bear lay on the chair, as if kneeling but not kneeling. He still remembered the first rule from that day.

Instead, Chen Rongxi widened her eyes and asked: "Second Brother, is your kung fu very powerful?"

"Master, on the golf course, one person knocked down over ten opponents." While speaking, Naked Bear looked at Chen Yi and said: "I want to learn kung fu like that, not just gymnastics."

In his eyes, Body Technique had actually become gymnastics.

But it indeed was somewhat similar.

Chen Yi couldn't help but laugh and say: "The gymnastics you're learning now has nine layers total; you've made quite some progress at the edge of the second layer. By the fifth layer, knocking down over ten people will definitely be no problem. By the ninth layer, knocking down over ten experts will be like child's play."

The fifth layer is the level of Liu Xinyu and Stanik; Song Yuan is probably a bit higher; as for big hooligans like Niu Xiang, risking their lives to reach Body Technique Layer One would be impressive enough.

The Saint Qiao Kingdom's several thousand years of history was nothing more than researching some combat techniques and tactics, strengthening the body to kill, increasing intelligence to kill—in a chaotic world, more direct power was required.

Naked Bear licked his lips, just like all children learning skills, always feeling the speed was too slow, too slow, always wanting to master all abilities faster.

But he didn't dare say it in front of Chen Yi, so he just looked at Chen Yi.

Chen Rongxi took out her key ring, placed it by Naked Bear's ear, and said: "They look like these two."

On the key ring was a panda eating bamboo.

Naked Bear touched his forehead and hehe-laughed, as if he were a panda full of bamboo.

"Did you find anything out?" Chen Yi asked out of the blue.

"Niu, enough to sentence him to twenty years." Naked Bear was talking about Niu Shao. After they captured Niu Xiang and Yamashita Horyu, Naked Bear took him alone to the Jiangbei District and locked him in an idle container for interrogation.

According to Chen Yi's plan, they would release him only after extracting enough information.

In fact, if it weren't for his uncle just becoming Deputy Mayor, just the pressure he exerted from below could make Niu Xiang treat the detention center like home.

"Let them out." Chen Yi made a decision.

"That whatever mountain guy hasn't spoken yet."

"Let them all out." After Chen Yi finished speaking, he smiled and said: "Go back and keep practicing; at least get above Layer Two, then come find me."

His little sister listened and asked: "What are you talking about?"

"Body Technique? It's a skill for training physical fitness. Naked Bear, get up and demonstrate." Chen Yi patted the table, thinking to himself: His little sister had been kidnapped once and was now a bit worried and afraid when going out; learning some Body Technique would be good.

Naked Bear stood up hesitantly and began to perform.

Body Technique Layers One and Two were somewhat like yoga; only in the later stages did they gradually become somewhat like Tai Chi, and then like hard qigong moves. Since they had to fully train every muscle of the body, the movements were always all sorts of strange.

Naked Bear's tall body made a Golden Rooster Independence move, then his left leg gradually retracted, until under the crotch, then tucked into his buttocks.

His little sister clicked her tongue and said: "So hard."

"First-rate. You try it too."

"Is it useful?" Still better than anti-pervert techniques.

Little Sister stood up stiffly and began swaying her calves. Children of the Chen Family all had quite good aptitude, but judging from Chen Rongxi's performance, her aptitude seemed to have concentrated entirely on computers.

"Try practicing." Seeing her extremely non-standard movements, Chen Yi lost confidence as well.

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Jiangbei Wharf District.

The heavy sound of the sliding door startled Niu Xiang awake from his half-dream, half-wake state.

He shook his legs vigorously, letting out whimpering sounds from his mouth, just short of pissing himself.

The interrogation that began who knows which day was constantly approaching his bottom line, and every time before it started, it was accompanied by this terrifying sliding door sound.

Niu Xiang's fear was practically a conditioned reflex.

Yamashita Horyu was also twisting, but the amplitude wasn't large. He was a professional soldier retired from the Self-Defense Force officer corps, had undergone anti-interrogation training, and had a certain resistance against the amateur player Xiong Tongxue.

An elbow slammed hard into the area above Yamashita Horyu's shoulder blade; even a thick, short neck couldn't withstand the pressure of over a hundred kilograms, and he cleanly passed out.

Niu Xiang's mind went blank; he only thought: Murder. Too bad I didn't become the King of Jiangbei.

The steel door sounded again.

Niu Xiang completely lost consciousness.

Who knows how long passed; intense sunlight made him unconsciously block his vision...

"Still in the container? Still alive?" Niu Xiang rolled over and opened his eyes.

Aside from Yamashita Horyu lying on the ground, everything around was perfectly normal.

He kicked the Japanese man hard twice, whereupon the latter finally regained a bit of consciousness.

Yamashita was, after all, an old man in his forties; his energy was far from what it used to be, and upon waking he was even more groggy.

The two men, heads dizzy and swollen, walked on foot for two kilometers; after leaving the wharf district, they immediately returned to Mitsubishi Group. By this time, their disappearance had already lasted four days, and the police uncles had long been busy to death.

Yamashita Horyu was taken away by Headquarters and carefully comforted. The one who received Niu Xiang, however, was the Deputy Director of Internal Affairs of the Jiangning Branch. He asked a few questions, verified slightly, then said: "You are still responsible for the demolition matter. Establish a company yourself; you must demolish the main wharf area within one month."

Niu Xiang had just escaped from a life-and-death situation; right now was precisely his psychologically fragile period. The Deputy Director's official-business style made him quite unhappy.

But demolition is a money-making job, and moreover one of the few opportunities he could get his hands into real estate, so he could only nod lightly, not saying a word.

The Deputy Director watched him leave arrogantly.

Mitsubishi Group is a massive century-old multinational corporation, its tentacles reaching every aspect of Japanese society. Just like a political entity, it inevitably spawned many bureaucrats.

Unlike Yamashita Horyu, who joined later as a Self-Defense Force officer, His Excellency the Deputy Director was a native Mitsubishi man through and through, and was filled with discrimination toward all figures outside the old consortium, including those fools at the Ministry of Finance. Kids like Niu Xiang were even more beneath notice.

Amidst the silence, Niu Xiang limped away from Mitsubishi Headquarters and got into another Pajero IO. The cramped interior space was just like Japanese people's small eyes.

"Boss, heading home?" The younger brother sitting in the driver's seat asked in a low voice.

"Go to Donghai Grand. Call up Luozi and them."

Donghai Grand is a famous entertainment venue in Jiangbei; bathing, sauna, and technicians — everything is available.

Niu Xiang was full of anger: "That Chen Yi who hit me that day — how is he now?"

"He's an official's son; what can happen to him?"

"No matter how high your martial arts, one gun knocks you down." Niu Xiang muttered, "After demolition is done, I'll slowly deal with him."

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