Chapter 165

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Japanese people should know how to refuse.

Likewise, they are also a people skilled at using refusal and changing refusal.

Most of the time, people and things in this world display the attribute of refusal—when they don't, people call it luck—only by being good at changing refusal can one succeed in the world.

Since the Meiji Restoration, Japan has been successful most of the time; they just encountered a more powerful people, a tragedy of "both born Zhou Yu, why born Zhuge Liang."

Yan Qi Masayoshi did not rank high in the Yan Qi Family, but after all he was the 18th Successor; after the old man died, there would definitely be cash inheritance to be had. He scrambled desperately in China just to increase his own value, hoping to have a place at the Jin Yao Association in the future.

After pausing for two seconds, Yan Qi Masayoshi caught up.

He spoke in a voice only Chen Father and Chen Yi could hear: "I know Mr. Chen has ample capital, but the Mitsubishi Group can provide far more than just funds; when necessary, we are willing to provide you with a home in Tokyo. We also have good relations in America, which will be your harbor of refuge."

After failing in domestic business-political struggles, going overseas to seek refuge is not a bad choice. Whether they are naked officials or rich merchants, sending their children abroad is not just for gilding; it is also to leave themselves a way out. If their son can obtain foreign nationality, it will be even easier to bring the old father and mother over.

Chen Congyu was somewhat tempted; he looked at Chen Yi, who said nothing.

The old man's abdication had long made him feel danger approaching. Although he had now avoided the greatest storms, who knows what the future holds.

Chen Yi said nothing, then, following the groups of people chatting in twos and threes ahead, he shook off Yan Qi Masayoshi and said: "Yan Qi Masayoshi's position is too low."

He also disliked the construction methods of the Jiangbei District. A huge consortium, crude eating habits, not a trace of noble flavor. But such personal preferences cannot serve as a reason.

Chen Congyu smiled and said: "If he just wants to make a few tens of millions, his position is fitting."

"I'm afraid his appetite will keep growing. By then, he'll pat his butt and leave, and what will we do?" Chen Yi raised his chin toward the chairman's platform and said: "We have over a billion US dollars in funds with nowhere to invest; why do we need his money?"

Chen Congyu gave a hehe smile and decided to follow his son's judgment.

Yan Qi Masayoshi finally caught up again, rehashing old talk: "Mr. Chen, I forgot the paper factory contract hasn't been completed yet; let's find a time..."

He hadn't forgotten at all; he simply had no interest anymore.

The Mitsubishi Zaibatsu had Mitsubishi Paper Group, a quite high-end specialty paper manufacturer that ranked well globally; this kind of technology transfer would require other forces to facilitate even if Chen Yi offered an extremely high price, and Yan Qi Masayoshi had never intended to readily give it to Chen Yi.

Then the Niu Xiang incident happened, and Yan Qi Masayoshi held out for an even higher price. Now, this was his offer: using one factory to exchange for participation rights in the political power market.

Such a sure-win, no-loss matter was most suitable for using power for private gain.

Chen Yi had not yet spoken when his little sister suddenly produced a "crackling" stun gun from somewhere, grinning ferociously at Yan Qi Masayoshi; she had not a shred of good feeling for this bow-legged little dwarf. Every year on Army Day and Party Founding Day, the school organized viewings of revolutionary films, such as Little Soldier Zhang Ga and other boy soldiers—though shorter than guns, they could bravely kill Japanese uncles in the name of revolution; using a stun gun in the name of dislike was obviously allowed...

Yan Qi Masayoshi's eyelids twitched in fear; staring at the blue arcs constantly joining and breaking, a bead of sweat slid down from the short hair on his forehead.

His little sister wrinkled her small round face, turned away with a smile-not-smile, and followed her brother and old man.

Yan Qi Masayoshi disappeared.

But more and more not-true-not-good men and women appeared.

1.65 billion US dollars, which is 13.8 billion RMB. In 2003 America, that counted as a sum of money, but in 2003 China, it was as if all the money in the world had poured in.

After making the rounds, he met at least 20 securities managers, more than half of whom were various princelings, and even deputy mayors and directors of investment promotion bureaus from surrounding provinces coming to solicit favors.

If not for the Chen Family's great banner, he would probably have been torn apart and eaten long ago.

Finally, all the guests had been met.

In necessary situations, Chen Yi was still quite business-minded.

He did not tire of such meetings; speaking human words to people and ghost words to ghosts was a natural talent—sounding simple, but to make everyone happy while not easily making any promises or even expressing his own thoughts was quite difficult.

But Chen Yi still did it, with a little help from Green Breath Berries, but 10% good feeling was not decisive; eating more was useless.

His performance even surprised Chen Father quite a bit.

In his view, Chen Yi completing the meetings in a proper manner and expressing his attitude to everyone was already the best possible outcome.

Completing this process amidst talking and laughing.

As difficult as an extra-credit question.

"I act alone?" After all the people to be met had been met, Chen Yi straightened his sleeve and smiled.

Chen Congyu nodded, then extended a finger: "You know..."

Chen Yi smiled: "Don't release the hawk until you see the rabbit."

"Good then." The old man said, withdrawing his finger, and took Fang Manyi to see friends.

Chen Yi found Han Jie in a winding hall; she was looking up at an oil painting.

Roughly a European countryside scene, with flowers, grass, trees, sunlight, clouds, and a small river, brilliantly gaudy.

"Want to live in such a place?" Chen Yi smiled.

"I want Jiangning to become such a place." Han Jie smiled brightly, gazing at Chen Yi, gracefully spun a circle in place, and asked: "Pretty?"

"Pretty."

"Familiar?"

Chen Yi scratched his head and said: "You mean?"

"Of course the clothes." Han Jie's face turned red. She still remembered that time, when, because of play-fighting with his little sister, the little white rabbit was exposed from her T-shirt.

So embarrassing... yet warm.

Chen Yi looked her up and down, then saw Han Jie inexplicably blushing, and thought she was embarrassed by his looking, so he couldn't help but smile: "I wasn't looking around improperly; the little dress suits you very much. It seems I rarely see you in a dress."

"I used to wear princess dresses." Han Jie pouted; over there, his little sister was wearing a pure white little dress, holding juice in one hand and a stun gun in the other, wandering about like a boss in a game.

Standing side by side with Chen Yi, Han Jie beamed all over: "This dress was bought for me by you; you forgot? It's my first formal dress."

Chen Yi remembered buying a dress for Han Jie, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall the specific style.

Han Jie did not press further, smiling: "A couple of days ago, I heard uncles and elders praising you, saying your Gold Source Company was like a hen holding an ostrich egg..."

Chen Yi laughed too.

This understanding is probably the answer in most people's hearts.

After all, 1.65 billion US dollars was borrowed; everyone's respect is limited. At this moment in the banquet hall, what people were thinking was probably how to get it into their own hands.

"I'm opening a securities company, not a charity. If anyone thinks they can take advantage of me, they're wrong."

Chen Yi almost spoke to himself; even Han Jie, standing right beside him, didn't hear clearly.

She couldn't help but move closer, just as Chen Yi finished speaking and turned to the right.

Her lips lightly brushed his cheek.

Han Jie was stunned.

Chen Yi was also stunned.

However, the feeling was quite good.

No less intoxicating than a passionate kiss—though Chen Yi had never experienced a passionate kiss.

The banquet hall was full of lively crowds everywhere. But at this moment, it was only the two of them.

"Mr. Chen." Mark, holding Catherine, interrupted the daydreams drifting in the air.

"Mr. Mark." Chen Yi's reply was somewhat stiff. He tilted his head to look at Han Jie, suddenly feeling a mischievous urge, and abruptly reached out to embrace her waist.

Soft, smooth, slender... Before attempting to compare it with Jin Douna's little magic waist, he wisely stopped his thoughts from spreading.

The priest's smile remained unchanged; he still smiled broadly as he said: "We specially came from New York; you must give us a grand welcome."

His English was as fluent as an American's.

China's elite class and Africa's elite class are about the same; both are proficient in English. Speaking English on such an occasion is no different from speaking Chinese. Just like chiefs discussing in French, English, and native tongues mixed together at a gathering is perfectly normal.

Chen Yi returned to normal and, using the simple English of a chief's son, smiled and said: "I will certainly take good care of you. The best presidential suite is reserved for you today; you can take a Turkish bath."

He also greeted Lady Catherine, and between the three people, it was as if no gap had ever occurred in the weathered stone of intimacy.

Without Chen Yi asking, Mark automatically said: "We came from New York after careful consideration. Merrill Lynch is bullish on the Chinese market. I think cooperating with Gold Source International as our first step into the Chinese securities market is a very wise choice."

No foreign company comes to the Chinese securities market to do legitimate business. This place was never a place for legitimate business.

Merrill Lynch left places like Brazil with smaller risks and larger profits untouched; obviously, they didn't want to do legitimate business. Halfway through the thought, Chen Yi suddenly realized: Damn Merrill Lynch; they probably want to do private business, just like Yan Qi Masayoshi, and Mark also wants to do private business.

He shook his head, and before he could speak, he heard Mark say first: "Mr. Chen, don't be anxious; afterward, we'll introduce a friend for you to meet..."

Chen Yi's intelligence quotient level is often improving; he immediately said: "Is it someone to replace Stanik?"

Mark noncommittally said: "Stanik has returned to his country."

Heavy topics are best not continued; Catherine spoke with a laugh: "Mr. Chen, we bought a screen. I heard you are an appraisal expert and would like to ask you to take a look..."

She nodded toward the right; a stone screen at least 8 meters wide was placed on a cart and slowly came forward.

The screen had dragons, phoenixes, qilins, and other strange animals.

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