Chapter 175: Only I Am Unique in Law Chapter 175 South Street

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Big Brother had also left Jiangning, heading to a training camp known only by a code name.

Before that, Chen Yi had taught him all the moves and techniques prior to Body Technique Level 5, and helped him improve to the level of Body Technique Level 2.

This method was clearly not recommended by Holy Knight Adult; in fact, the Body Technique cultivation method Chen Yi learned was one Grendel had obtained by constantly attempting modifications based on thousands of boys of the same age—the most suitable training method for him, not a general training method.

Nevertheless, the entire Body Technique system still surpassed modern training patterns. Chen Yi hoped this could shorten Big Brother's time in the field army.

And in order to teach Big Brother the moves before Body Technique Level 5, he had also stayed at the Military Region for three full days; after returning home, his parents obviously knew the whole story.

His mother was much stronger than imagined, while his father was slightly anxious.

Chen Yi called his little sister on the phone and had her come home; with the four of them gathered, it could somewhat ease his parents' worries.

Fang Manyi and Chen Congyu were people who had come through wind and rain; the initial panic was a normal reaction, and upon receiving their eldest son's call in the second week, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There was probably no war anyway, and going to the field army was fine too.

They comforted themselves, while also comforting Chen Yi and his little sister. Actually, everyone knew that Chen Heng's destination wasn't as simple as a unit; being at the Military Region Headquarters, there really weren't many places that looked better than this seniority.

However, seeing that his parents had both returned to normal work status, Chen Yi then went back to school, and incidentally sent an email to inquire about Big Brother's Body Technique cultivation situation.

They were probably allowed to contact home once a week or once a month; the mailbox could store unread letters, and reading them regularly was more convenient.

Back at school, Han He had been waiting impatiently.

He sent two text messages and made one phone call every day; now hearing that Chen Yi had arrived at the classroom, he could no longer restrain himself and rushed over.

Chen Yi indifferently let him sit on the Left Side, slowly sipping tea.

The one brewing the tea was naturally Han Jie; the aroma of Red Tea filled the air, very suitable for drinking in Autumn.

Han He also asked for a cup, drinking it with slurping sounds, and said to Han Jie: "I didn't expect that someone from our own family is so skilled at brewing tea."

Han Jie pursed her lips and smiled, saying nothing.

Ren Yuan, with a smile mixed with an ulterior motive, said: "I remember Teacher Liu often followed Chen Yi before; it's been a long time since I've seen him."

Chen Yi continued sipping tea.

There were no secrets in the school; even a tiny dark corner had two or three boys and girls lying on the Ground, and a place as conspicuous as the H Building Complex—Liu Xinyu and Jin Douna went in and out of it every day; who didn't know they lived on rd Floor? It was just that the public doesn't report and the officials don't investigate.

Ren Yuan saying this now probably meant he had other thoughts.

Han Jie amusingly poured a cup of tea for Chen Yi.

She never interfered in Chen Yi's life; she just liked to actively request various gifts on some important days.

The Latex Dress she had just received made her quite Satisfied.

The teacher was on the podium with words flying everywhere, the students were freely expressing themselves Downstairs, and the classroom was slightly chaotic.

This was slightly different from the state Chen Yi was Familiar with.

He thought for Half Day before Detecting where the problem lay, and asked: "Where is Class Monitor Lin Yuan?"

Previously, when the classroom was noisy, this girl with a strong sense of justice would overstep her bounds to enforce discipline; because she was highly self-disciplined and responsible, everyone often worried that she would stand up at some point and shout: Representing the Moon to destroy you...

Chen Yi had always been the object of her attention and discipline.

But now, she wasn't present, and he missed her a little. Humanity as a whole very much needed discipline; a human society without discipline was a collapsing society unable to survive, but as individuals, humans were too unwilling to follow discipline. So, a perfect world should be one where everyone follows regulations and laws, except for me alone who can ignore rules—this was the power of the privilege factor stirring restlessly.

Han Jie, Ren Yuan, and Han He didn't know; Cai Huaqing said: "She has some things at Home, and hasn't come for two weeks."

Chen Yi hadn't come for two weeks either.

He nodded and suddenly said: "She didn't take leave, right?"

"Who knows." Cai Huaqing turned around in a bad mood. Although he had given up the intention of competing for prominence, it didn't mean he liked these Aristocratic Scions.

The two sides were not on the same level at all.

He often fantasized about having such Favorable assets, and how much better he could do—resentment would only increase, not decrease.

Chen Yi made an "oh" sound; he knew Lin Yuan hadn't taken leave, otherwise Liu Xinyu would definitely have told him.

Han He didn't care about their Class Monitor at all; when the topic came to an end, he immediately said: "Chen Yi, take a look at my newly written Thesis."

"Not drinking some tea first?" Chen Yi teased.

"No rush, no rush, you look first." Han He was full of excitement.

Perfectionists were like marathon athletes; tired they were a bit, but after finishing the run they were always very lighthearted, and their desire for victory and defeat was not so strong.

Chen Yi opened the twenty-plus page Thesis and began to read.

The Framework was written by him, and the Conclusion was basically determined. What Han He did was to prove this theory. This was also a commonly used method in scientific research; scientists guessed how something should be, and then used experiments to prove it. Sometimes it succeeded, indicating the guess was Correct; sometimes it failed, it didn't matter, one could still discover something, at least proving this path was a dead end.

There were so many researchers and scholars in modern China; if one really wanted to complete a proposition, one might as well be like the Police investigating, trying all the paths, and the problem could still be Solved.

Although the sea of human tactics was low-level, its scope of utilization was still quite broad.

Han He said with an elated Mood: "As long as we can prove that China's labor market is related to these four factors, then we can generalize it to evaluate the labor market of the Third World. I believe that what will replace China's cheap labor market next is Vietnam."

He pointed to the end of the article and said: "If China's labor market indeed develops as we predicted next year, then we will truly succeed."

Chen Yi nodded noncommittally, closed the Thesis, and said: "Not bad. What about the problem of Malaysia?"

Han Jie immediately turned her head; she also wanted to hear whether the content relayed through her was Valid.

Han He took out his little notebook again, looked for a while, and said: "Don't Know."

Chen Yi was stunned: "What does 'don't know' mean?"

"I'm a graduate student in the Economics department, not the Politics department." Han He was under great pressure, with faint signs of breaking out.

"Forget it." Chen Yi let him go, lowered his head and pondered.

After a while, Han He apologized and said: "Excuse me, I really don't know how to Snatch Business from the Natives in Malaysia."

"Hmm, who do you think is more skilled at this sort of thing?"

"The school's politics professor and such..."

Han Jie suddenly said: "The Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

She knew Chen Zhongguo had no small influence in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. In the early days, few of those mud-legged cadres understood diplomacy; Chen Zhongguo belonged to the category of outstanding talents with good origins but incomplete education, able to speak on the same level as the guys in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Chen Yi secretly nodded; Nie Hao's name was still stored on his mobile phone.

Life at school was quiet and carefree, yet Jiangbei's shantytown, in its quiet desolation, revealed an unavoidable worry.

Jiangbei's area was large, but places with residents were few.

The old steel factory had moved away 10 years ago, leaving behind a family compound that was also dilapidated Tong Zi Lou; the four-story Western-style buildings didn't even have toilets, and on the first floor people used the corner of the stairs to cook.

The old shipyard had also moved to the island in the north; although in the sixties and seventies Jiangbei Shipyard was a renowned big brand, now it had to rely on its state-owned enterprise title to beg for alms everywhere; Mitsubishi Heavy Industries agreed to outsource a few projects to them and prepaid 20 million yuan, and the factory site demolition in Jiangbei became much easier to negotiate. In the leaders' words: selling land for money is sitting and eating the mountain empty; learning from internationally advanced enterprises and proving ourselves to the international market is teaching a man to fish.

The old baldy of Xing Jie Nan, whenever he spoke of this routine, would heavily spit a mouthful of saliva and say: "I see them each getting a villa — that's the real 'they've received the fish'."

However, the neighbors listening to the old baldy speak grew fewer and fewer.

Xing Street is the central area of the shantytown; to the south are the living quarters of the old steel factory and shipyard, the two sides leaning against each other, at least ten thousand households; these years the factories' benefits were poor, people with some ability all went out to make a living, empty houses were either rented out or simply sold off.

Now, on the South Street side, the enterprises' houses were demolished clean under the leaders' auspices, leaving only scattered dots in the rubble — the legendary nail households.

800 yuan per square meter; very few volunteered to move.

But the old baldy didn't live on South Street; wanting 800 yuan was out of the question.

Although he was an old shipyard employee, he belonged to the suspended-salary retained-post category, striking out on his own.

Alas, fortune was unfavorable; those reselling scrap iron and power cables, wholesaling vegetables and fruit, doing logistics transport — they all got rich early on; only ones like him remained, who couldn't even get allocated a suite, forced to live in haphazardly built small Ping Fang; fortunately these Ping Fang were built early, the location was good, and he could still do a bit of small shop business, enough to not reach the point of having no livelihood.

The north side, not yet touched by demolition, was even more complicated.

Those living here were either landless farmers, or retired or semi-retired employees of county and township enterprises, or middle-aged people who did small business but didn't succeed. The most numerous were the small fry scraping a living at Jiangnan Wharf and Jiangbei Wharf; their quality of life was worse than laid-off state-owned enterprise workers — no bought-out seniority, no retirement pension, no basic medical insurance.

The house was the last foothold.

Living costs here were low, and the distance to the urban area wasn't too far; the current Jiangbei Wharf had no large ships, but there was always some cargo coming and going. Even those working at Jiangnan Wharf, riding a bicycle, arrived in half an hour at most. If it were demolished, where would they live?

Most importantly, the houses on North Street had no property rights whatsoever. Forget 800 yuan; they weren't even willing to give 400 yuan.

Big hoodlum Niu Xiang spoke: places occupied 5 years ago get 300 yuan, 3 years ago get 200 yuan, 1 year ago get 100 yuan; those not moved within 1 month get not a penny.

The shantytown's are all cramped little huts; speaking of construction cost, 300 yuan per square meter isn't little, 100 yuan works too.

But the account isn't calculated that way.

"Move away, live where?" The people gathered around the old baldy sighed more than once.

"The rental houses here, ten out of ten are Niu Xiang's; I see the money all stuffed into his own pocket." The old baldy commented again.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The atmosphere warmed up a little, then cooled down again.

Because two big trucks stopped at the South Street entrance.

Two big-brimmed hats jumped down, disgustedly stepping on the muddy street surface, shouting from afar: "Business registration inspection, take out all your business licenses."

The small shops on the street closed their doors one after another; the old baldy also retreated in panic.

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