Chapter 172: Only I Am Unique Chapter 172: Cargo Ship

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Although whenever Chinese people mention Malaysia, the first impression that comes to mind is the "Singapore-Malaysia-Thailand" tour, when it comes to the development level of financial markets and the securities industry, Malaysia in 2003 was only stronger than China, not weaker.

As early as the early 80s, their stock market was already one of the four major stock markets in Asia, and before the financial crisis, it even became one of the world's top 15 stock exchanges, larger than some medium-sized European stock markets and more advanced.

After finishing tennis, Chen Yi showered at the stadium, then turned to the library to look up books, and the more he read, the more puzzled he became.

In his view, Malaysia's securities market was clearly more formal than China's, so correspondingly, making money through violation operations seemed somewhat difficult.

But Han Jie definitely wasn't just talking casually; she wasn't unaware of Jinsheng Securities' profit model in the domestic market. Since she proposed Malaysia, there must be a reason.

Chen Yi thought as he flipped through journals in the library. It was only 2003 now; the electronic reading room was far from perfect, with the latest journals slow to be indexed and often containing errors, making it quite uncomfortable to use.

He had barely looked for a while when the machine froze and rebooted; unable to contain his anger, he kicked the computer case.

"Classmate, be careful." The Administrator immediately reminded him and reached out to point at the sign above.

It read "Love the Machine..." and other self-discipline regulations.

Chen Yi apologetically smiled and sat back down.

The old computer slowly fiddled with itself.

Although electronic reading was a new thing that had only appeared not long ago, if one examined the most advanced equipment and software available now, it was still excellent. Jiang University had supposedly been building the best information integration in Jiangdong since last year, but it was all thunder and no rain.

Chen Yi held the mouse, unable to find the journal search range no matter what, gnashing his teeth in anger.

A slender finger pointed at the screen.

"Oh, here." Chen Yi clicked it, selected 2003, then entered Malaysia and pressed Enter. Only then did he raise his head and say, "Thank you."

"Junior Brother!"

Han He simply thrust his face forward and kowtowed on the ground. With a mournful expression, he said, "I finally found you. You don't know how gratified I was just now seeing you carefully searching for materials..."

"No, I'm not looking for materials related to the project." To avoid endless entanglement, Chen Yi reached out and blocked his face.

Han He looked like nothing more than a clean, bespectacled field chicken, with smooth, shiny skin, tender and white and delicate; who would have thought that once he started on a project, his appetite would become as huge as a crocodile's mouth, never stopping.

Although the other person's attitude was not good, Han He didn't care at all, practically throwing himself onto the large monitor, saying, "Our project has only used two months; there are at least two months left. Think about it seriously again, and I'll find you in a few days."

Chen Yi helplessly grabbed him and said, "Don't look for me even in two days."

"Then which day are you free?"

"None."

"Then what about the project?" Han He looked completely baffled, as if he didn't understand Chen Yi's meaning at all.

The Administrator teacher coughed twice behind them and pointed outside.

He was only being so polite because Han He was older and was a Lecturer or graduate student.

Chen Yi sighed, as if leading livestock, and pulled Han He into the corridor, saying, "This perfectionism of yours won't do. If you keep going like this, you'll never finish a single paper in your lifetime."

"I know, but I can't help it." The bespectacled field chicken took off his glasses and rubbed them hard twice, saying, "Listen to me: we now have a great opportunity, a chance to publish our paper in JPE. What a great project! And there's funding, plus support from Professor Lei and the school. Just push a little harder, and we can definitely produce a good paper. Human capacity has limits, and we must reach those limits..."

It seemed he was preparing to squeeze Chen Yi's limits dry.

But Chen Yi didn't want to spend the next two months cooped up in front of a computer in the Laboratory.

"It's already been two months..." he muttered.

"I spent a year on my graduation thesis and published it in the Journal of Economic Research." Han He proudly raised his head, then quickly lowered it again. "Although it's not a world-class financial journal, Jiang University still gave me a spot for direct admission to graduate school, making me Professor Lei's graduate student."

"Sounds good." Chen Yi slapped his forehead and said, "Then tell me, if the current paper isn't modified, what level could it reach?"

"At best, publish another one in the Journal of Economic Research..."

"What level is that?"

"Pretty much the best economics journal domestically."

"Isn't that enough?"

Han He looked at Chen Yi with an expression of disbelief and said excitedly, "JPE! With chicken legs, who still eats steamed buns?"

Chen Yi cautiously asked, "What is JPE?"

"The Journal of Political Economy." Han He, exasperated that Chen Yi didn't understand, pulled him and said, "A top-tier economics journal, one of the key journals tracked by the National Natural Science Foundation Commission. Just one paper, and we could... we could become famous. Forget provincial projects; national projects, getting millions in research funding would be easy."

Feeling that academic communication wouldn't work, Han He halfway through switched to luring him with profit.

Unfortunately, Chen Yi didn't care about millions in research funding and didn't want to become famous. After hearing him out, he grunted twice and turned to leave.

He also gave up persuading Han He.

From now on, he'd hide whenever he saw him.

However, he wanted to run, but Han He didn't want to let him go.

Having a chance to publish an article in JPE depended on Chen Yi's paper outline; more accurately, it depended on Chen Yi's potential.

In his view, using two to three months to continue researching and revising would give them a chance to place the paper on the journal editor-in-chief's desk.

This was an opportunity countless people dreamed of.

Han He immediately chased after him, seizing his opportunity—which was Chen Yi's arm. Then he felt as if time and space had flipped.

Under a stress response, Chen Yi actually threw him over his shoulder.

A graduate student doing research had a body condition only slightly better than a graduate student excessive in lust and drink. Han He closed his eyes, thinking, "It's over; at least three months of a broken bone."

For a long time, the pain of broken bones did not appear.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw Chen Yi's calm expression, and the hand grabbing his neck.

Han He stood up holding Chen Yi's arm and howled, "Throw me to my death."

"Sorry." Chen Yi clasped his hands together; after all, they were in the Library, and he needed to be mindful of his influence.

Han He's eyes rolled, and he said, "You owe me."

"I didn't fall."

"You owe me, so write at least one more framework..."

"I happen to have something..." Chen Yi said halfway, then shrugged and said, "Forget it, I'll write another framework, you help me find some materials."

Frameworks were familiar things; finding materials on Malaysia was what left people utterly confused.

Han He smiled broadly and said, "Okay."

The two immediately began to divide the work and cooperate.

Writing the new framework required taking the most recently collected materials, reintegrating and reclassifying them, and then analyzing them.

Some of these materials were public information, while others were bought by Han He with his own money. They included both unconventional consulting companies and statistical data borrowed from statistics ministries in various countries.

Foreign journals cared more about the independence of information sources, as well as the processing and analysis of the information.

Han He was determined to publish an article in the best journals and was quite willing to spend money. At least the research funding for provincial-level projects would definitely not be enough.

"You bought the materials with your own money?" Chen Yi couldn't help but ask.

"This money will be split; you are the first author, so you're getting a great deal. Owe it for now, pay me back when you have it." Han He searched for Malaysian securities materials without lifting his head.

Journals like JPE had fewer than two publications per year in Mainland China; even as second author, they were often famous professors. Han He just needed to hang his name on it, and being recommended for a doctorate without exams would be no problem. Having this line on his resume would be a super conspicuous mark whether he went abroad to study or worked at a top investment bank.

"How much money did you spend?"

"350,000." Han He didn't even lift his head.

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "Send me the bill, I'll transfer it to you later."

Han He just said "Okay," while his eyes stared at the screen.

Seeing how serious he was, Chen Yi was too embarrassed to slack off, so he applied a Level 4 Intelligence Scroll and began researching.

An Intelligence of 160 was basically equivalent to Einstein being reborn at twenty years old, with a bit less experience and a bit less knowledge, but his basic qualities were not bad.

The two worked silently until the library closed, then were silently kicked out.

Before returning to their respective dormitories, Han He said uneasily, "You'll keep working on the thesis, right?"

"Of course. Come pick it up tomorrow."

"I'll also stay up late organizing documents for you." Han He left reluctantly.

Chen Yi walked back to the dormitory and found the door ajar.

The living room lights were bright, and his little sister was sitting on the middle sofa, drinking a yellow-and-white beverage.

"What is this?"

"Papaya milk, none of your business." His little sister turned her round face to the side, sucking quite vigorously.

Chen Yi nodded to Liu Xinyu and Jin Douna and said, "It's so late, didn't the dormitory administrator stop you?"

His little sister pouted and said, "I told him it was the 23rd Floor, and he felt relieved, saying it was a dormitory with two beauties, so he didn't mind one more person."

Chen Yi coughed repeatedly and interrupted, "What did you come to find me for?"

"The information you asked me to check last time, about the Mitsubishi Group and Mingde Group, and more?" His little sister took out a folder from behind her back, looking somewhat official.

"Of course." Chen Yi sat up straight.

"I found some information about their method of cooperation; it's not cash payment."

"Not cash?"

"A 14,000-ton cargo ship, a 20,000-ton-class cargo ship. Mingde Group is required to complete all port construction and renovation projects." His little sister said, handing Chen Yi a folder containing only a single sheet of paper.

The latter asked strangely, "What use are ships? Are they asking Mingde Group to come up with hundreds of millions in cash to advance the construction?"

Liu Xinyu naturally took the folder and glanced at it twice, saying, "I'm afraid it's the technique of empty-handed profit."

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