Chapter 167: Only I Am Unique in Law Chapter 167: Going with the Flow

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Zhongguo's complexion was very good.

He hadn't been old to begin with; in fact, a man in his prime should be exerting his maximum energy, but the world is ever-changing—who could have predicted Chen Zhongguo would suddenly step down?

When Chen Yi and Han Jie arrived at the old residence courtyard, Grandfather was lighting a lamp by the pond, eyes closed fishing, while incidentally basking in the starlight.

The backyard lawn had been turned into a fish pond, with artificial hills placed inside, raising some common catfish, carp, and crucian carp.

The housekeeper set up lights near the shore, placed fishing rods, and it became a form of summer night fishing. As for whether any fish took the hook, it actually didn't matter.

Han Jie covered her mouth with a light laugh, leaning close to Chen Yi's ear: "Your grandfather is in such high spirits."

Fresh breath, soft and gentle against the ear.

Chen Zhongguo had seen them long ago, laughing heartily: "Little girl, what are you whispering about?"

"Grandfather Chen..." Han Jie obediently threw herself over.

Acting cute was an innate talent, no need to learn it.

Chen Zhongguo laughed heartily. He had a daughter, unfortunately she was overseas and rarely returned home; left in Jiangning were three sons, and among the sons' children, only Chen Rongxi was a girl, always away from home, and he hadn't yet enjoyed the joy of playing with his grandchildren.

Or rather, he hadn't even thought about playing with his grandchildren yet.

Chen Yi moved a small stool himself, also took a rod to play with, saying: "Grandfather, you know, I earned some money overseas, and borrowed 1.5 billion US dollars from Merrill Lynch Bank, preparing to return to China to do finance. But now I've encountered some resistance."

"Everyone wants a share of the pie, right?" Chen Zhongguo smiled, casting out his rod, saying: "You're not here to ask Grandfather for help, are you?"

"Not that far, the money is mine, I can give it to whoever I want; not giving it to them, no one can think of snatching it away. I'm just sighing a bit."

Chen Yi sighed, saying: "You predicted it all back then."

"Oh?"

"When you were in power, not to mention outsiders, even maternal relatives had to behave with their tails between their legs. So I thought..." Chen Yi said solemnly: "No matter what, we must let Grandfather return to power."

The last sentence was somewhat childish.

Chen Zhongguo laughed heartily, but then said: "Having this heart is enough; in my life, returning to power is too difficult."

"There's always a way." Chen Yi said firmly, then asked: "What way?"

Chen Zhongguo threw fish food at him in anger: "Are you here to make fun of Grandfather?"

"How could that be..." Chen Yi said, lowering his voice: "Is it that solving the Central Asia problem can solve your problem?"

Seeing him speak seriously, Chen Zhongguo couldn't help but recall the past years, half explaining, half muttering to himself: "Solving China's energy problem through Central Asia, or increasing the safety coefficient of the Strait of Malacca—I chose Central Asia. This is the main reason for my downfall; unless it's proven I was right... how easy is that? For now, and even looking ten years ahead, the Strait of Malacca is still safe..."

Grandfather gave him a huge proposition; Chen Yi gritted his teeth: "Isn't it just buying Central Asia..."

Chen Zhongguo was amused by him: "How can a country be bought? Even if it could be bought, it would be too expensive."

He reeled in the rod, baited it, cast it out again, then turned to educate Chen Yi: "Everything need not be forced; go with nature, and follow the trend to last long."

Such a short sentence, in different environments, lets people savor countless flavors.

After fishing for night fish for a while, the old man went to rest, and Chen Yi felt much more relaxed in mood, with a certain change in his mindset.

An eighteen-year-old young man being eager for quick success is normal, but being overly ambitious is a great taboo.

He personally sent Han Jie home, then leisurely dragged the screen to the subway.

Neither the first nor the second subway car showed any reaction like a fossil.

Normally he might have cursed this damn subway a couple of times, but now he seemed not to care, simply going along to the Holy Qiao Kingdom.

He showed the screen to Timothy; His Excellency the Grand Mage and His Excellency the Holy Knight both changed color.

"This is the Blue Jade Dragon Clan, and moreover a powerful six-legged Blue Jade Dragon..."

"What is that thing?"

Grendel said with deep devoutness: "The Blue Jade Dragon Clan is the actual ruler of the Northern Continent; they master many Divine Arts. The priests of the Barbarians, if they wish to become Divine Priests, must be recognized by the Blue Jade Dragon Clan."

"Body techniques, combat skills, and Divine Arts—is their power stronger than Divine Arts?"

"That's not the case..." Grendel didn't know how to put it, and Timothy took over the conversation: "Master, the Blue Jade Dragon Clan is said to have difficulty reproducing, but for some reason, before facing extinction, they actually rested and recuperated for tens of thousands of years, their population greatly increased, and were regarded by the Barbarians as God Altars..."

The Holy Knight bore the character "Holy"; unlike those Mages indifferent to divine concepts, he immediately interjected: "The Blue Jade Dragon Clan is also a member of the Divine Race; serving as the Barbarians' protective god is also normal..."

Don't talk religion with believers. Chen Yi was clear-headed and immediately said: "Let's begin today's study."

His Excellency Grendel indeed gave up the argument, began making preparations, and said: "Master, after our examination, there are three sets of postures suitable for you to select and use on your mount..."

His so-called examination was precisely the result of the struggle of those several thousand Noble Knights.

The next day, Chen Yi absolutely did not mention the financial company, attended classes at school on time, more serious and hardworking than ordinary students, causing people to wonder: Was China about to perish, and he was attending his last lesson?

China naturally would not perish; Chen Yi was merely sending a message to certain teachers by attending class.

As for his serious performance in class, it was his unwillingness to waste time.

At the same time, Gold Source International's China company, which should have been busy preparing, seemed indefinitely postponed.

But privately, Fang Zhong was desperately speeding up progress, making various necessary preparations. The Chen Family was deeply rooted in Jiangning; without Chen Yi nodding, no one could easily seek wealth.

This is also one advantage of noble families: once they find a profitable source of income, they can often easily devour it completely. Whereas poor families often only get thirty or forty percent, then hand over the rest; at first glance they seem to make not a little money, but ultimately everything is empty around them, lacking the support of foundation.

Just as Chen Zhongguo said, Chen Yi went with the trend, not demanding that Gold Source International receive most-favored-nation treatment or stronger insider trading; thus he became like a hedgehog with its quills raised—anyone wanting to bite must first pay the price of bleeding.

Teachers whose will was not strong had long given up; for a time, in Chen Yi's large classroom, there was gradually no need to save seats.

That day at noon, just as the bell rang, the teacher automatically ended the course and left the classroom before students could ask questions.

Clearing up doubts for freshmen is the most boring. The children ask questions because of habits accumulated since middle school—all good students should ask questions.

Jiangning University admits all good students, so questions became increasingly rampant. But by sophomore and junior year, even good students were too lazy to ask questions.

The teachers had racked their brains; answering questions from students on a one-year program was, in actuality, just wasting their own time.

Chen Yi lifted his books, got ahead of everyone, and came out through the backdoor.

After learning body techniques, he used them little in fights, but they were quite useful for grabbing positions—extend a foot, hook a leg, and he could get ahead by a body's length.

Lin Yuan had seen his agile moves plenty in recent days; without a hint of surprise she ran two steps, catching up with the strolling Chen Yi downstairs, saying: "You really run fast."

"Something up?"

"The Student Union wants to organize an activity..."

"Not going."

"Why?"

"Vulgar."

Lin Yuan was speechless. Thinking of the debate tournament, basketball tournament, and chess and Go tournament organized by the Student Union, they were indeed rather vulgar events, held from elementary school all the way to university without much change.

But as Class Monitor, she also bore the mission of gathering people.

Lin Yuan was thinking of what to say where she was, while Chen Yi walked without stopping toward the Experimental Building.

The morning classes were held back-to-back, just requiring a change of classroom.

The area connecting the two floors was always sparsely populated; Chen Yi's steps grew faster, and Lin Yuan had to jog to keep up. She was of an unyielding nature, not uttering a word like "slow down."

Suddenly ahead came two "thud" sounds, as if heavy objects had hit the ground.

Lin Yuan looked and saw two people kneeling before Chen Yi; the older one was over forty, his face full of vicissitudes.

"Could he have done something outrageous and immoral?"

The Class Monitor immediately thought of TV dramas where people block sedan chairs to cry injustice; given Chen Yi's non-official status, his reputation as a landlord bully was almost confirmed.

"Should I help him or not? Should I speak up?" Lin Yuan thought even more.

The two people kneeling before Chen Yi began kowtowing with bang bang bang sounds.

Not a word spoken.

After kowtowing thirty or forty times along the way, enough to make listeners' scalps go numb, Chen Yi finally laughed: "Could you two be relatives of the Naked Bears?"

The two took the opportunity to stop.

Yamashita Horyu, kneeling a bit ahead, spoke in not very fluent Chinese: "All mistakes are my fault, Mr. Chen, please forgive me."

"Please forgive me." Niu Xiang imitated him, burying his head deeply into the ground.

"Please forgive me." Yamashita Horyu raised his upper body, then knelt again.

Niu Xiang followed suit.

Chen Yi found it funny and didn't want to be gawked at, so he said: "Fine, the matter is considered past."

"You've forgiven me?" Yamashita Horyu insisted on asking once more.

Chen Yi stiffly grunted an "mm" and strode forward.

Lin Yuan also recognized the other party's identity, no longer had thoughts of upholding justice, and quietly followed behind.

Unexpectedly, Yamashita Horyu grabbed Chen Yi's foot with one hand and shouted: "Mr. Chen, please cooperate with Mitsubishi."

"Mr. Chen, please cooperate with Mitsubishi." Niu Xiang grabbed Chen Yi's other leg.

Clinging relentlessly!

Student Chen's expression turned ugly.

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