Chapter 181

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Malaysia is a parliamentary constitutional monarchy. Unlike the British royal family that people are familiar with, Malaysia's royal composition originates from the nine hereditary Sultans of the states that constitute it. Their powers are also far greater than those of the British royals who are merely for show.

These nine hereditary Sultans, plus the four state heads of the other states, form the uniquely Malaysian "Rulers' Council," whose function is to elect the head of state in rotation from among the nine hereditary Sultans.

The Emperor takes turns sitting on the throne; today it's my family's turn. For the nine Sultans, this is a perfectly normal life — of course, the peace in reality stems from bloody history. To this day, the Sultans' powers have been weakened by generations of prime ministers to the minimum extent, especially in 1993, when the Sultans even lost their political immunity, meaning they face the possibility of imprisonment for breaking the law, of paying with their lives for killing — truly rotten luck.

And long before that, the Sultans' daily expenses were strictly limited by the government; although still enough for debauchery, watching the Sultan of Brunei roll out with a procession of 500 Rolls-Royces, the Sultans still wanted to find ways to increase revenue without cutting spending to get rich.

Liu Xinyu said in an extremely tempting tone: "I have a certain degree of confidence in persuading Sultan Sirajuddin of Terengganu."

As she spoke, she put on black-rimmed glasses, which, combined with her chest straining against her shirt, was quite sexy.

As a student, Chen Yi had extremely low immunity to this white-shirt-and-glasses look. But the question had to be asked: "From what I recall, Sirajuddin is only around 40 years old, right? Can he influence the political scene?"

Reading up on Malaysia, the Sultan is an unavoidable roadside tree on its political stage. However, the Rulers' Council, which lost power as early as the early 1980s, is now at its weakest; the Sultans hoping to return to the political scene vary in strength, and for a matter as big as the securities market, Chen Yi worried they would find it hard to achieve.

Opportunity flashes by in an instant; in another two months, around Christmas, the merger wave will end. All the securities firms will then revert to their intrinsic value.

Facing Chen Yi's doubt, Liu Xinyu affirmed: "Terengganu is rich in oil, and Sirajuddin has a strong personality. His youth was precisely when the Sultans' power was at its most glorious — a world of difference from now — so he has always actively courted the opposition party." Liu Xinyu paused here and said: "If Sirajuddin agrees to help, then there definitely won't be a problem."

"Alright, how to persuade him?"

Liu Xinyu did not answer directly, but said: "He is a Sultan, a combination of Crown Prince and Prince; contact is relatively difficult."

"You have a way?"

"Yes."

Chen Yi gazed at her for a moment.

Clearly, Liu Xinyu was unwilling to explain how to contact and persuade Sirajuddin; she was treating it as her own important bargaining chip.

If Chen Yi forced her to step up and perform, the intangible shackles would be lifted, and it would be off to faraway Malaysia.

This was also a test by Liu Xinyu.

Chen Yi gave a negative answer almost instantly, saying: "I understand the situation; you do your own thing."

He did not insist that Liu Xinyu produce a method to contact Sultan Sirajuddin or persuade him. Liu Xinyu wasn't a specialist researcher on Malaysia; what she knew, someone else definitely knew. Such a matter wasn't worth using threats over.

Jin Douna was still massaging Chen Yi, and the pressure on the acupoints was even stronger.

Ever since completing the cultivation of all Body Technique levels, his muscles' endurance had undergone a qualitative leap. Impact resistance was still uncertain, but massage resistance was considerably strong.

Jin Douna had undergone long-term tactical training, yet still could not reach the point of causing Chen Yi pain; any other masseur would have died of exhaustion on his back long ago.

Chen Yi hummed comfortably; Liu Xinyu sat back in her seat unhappily, gently setting the burden on her chest onto the tabletop.

Jin Douna was quite happy, smiling challengingly at Liu Xinyu.

Chen Yi did not agree to the young lady's suggestion, making her quite happy.

Jin Douna's massage position moved lower and lower, all the way to Chen Yi's chest. Her slender fingers were far stronger than they looked; her fingertips pressed against the thin fabric, rubbing against skin.

Liu Xinyu deliberately turned pages very loudly.

She always wanted to control everything in her own hands — yet at this moment, everything had spiraled out of control.

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On October 1st, other students were already on holiday, but Luo Xiaoshan and Nie Ping, led by Luo's father, headed to Malaysia's capital, Kuala Lumpur.

Nie Ping is Nie Hao's son; from a diplomatic family, he had fair skin, handled people with a balance of softness and firmness, and carried a slight air of arrogance — a relatively ordinary young man.

The two went to Kuala Lumpur in their capacity as managers of Jinsheng Securities Company. There, they would meet with several of Nie Hao's colleagues and friends together with Luo's father.

Luo Xiaoshan and Nie Ping were the trump cards Chen Yi used to persuade Sultan Sirajuddin.

Of course, the ones truly exerting effort were Luo Xiaoshan's father and Nie Ping's father.

Luo's father had long navigated the business world and was the boss of a large real estate enterprise; although he had little dealings with Southeast Asian businessmen, he was slick and worldly, willing to spend money, making him perfectly suited as the mastermind of merger negotiations. Nie Hao, meanwhile, was an insider at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs; including the ambassador and counselors stationed in Malaysia, he could speak with them all, making it convenient to grasp the local situation.

With these two holding the fort, Luo Xiaoshan and Nie Ping could both get sufficient tempering and complete the task as well as possible. For this, Chen Yi offered a 10% profit share; if everything went smoothly, this would be worth at least tens of millions of US dollars. Directly hiring Luo's father and Nie Hao wouldn't be considered cheap either.

Of course, money was one aspect; the existence of the Chen Family was more important. Luo Xiaoshan and Nie Hao thereby joining Chen Yi's camp meant the Luo Family and Nie Family had joined the Chen Family's camp. Half a year ago, they were unwilling to do so; now they were quite happy to.

The one picking them up at the airport was Commercial Counselor Gao Yongxian, a big guy nearly 1.9 meters tall, appearing exceptionally towering among Malaysians. After boarding the official diplomatic vehicle, he briefly introduced the local situation and added: "The Sultans all live in their own palaces within their territories; only the 'Agong' is in Kuala Lumpur. Sirajuddin comes often, but he's not easy to see."

"How about we go to Terengganu to see him?" Luo's father asked.

"Can't get into the palace." Gao Yongxian shook his head slightly and explained: "The Malaysian Sultans losing power is a matter of the last 20 years; before that, they were like China's... Politburo members. Now it's even more troublesome; if they were in office, you could still apply for a meeting through the government, but now that they've stepped down, they're at least at the level of China's founding fathers — impossible to see just because you want to."

Afraid the three wouldn't understand, he added: "It's like you going to the UK and wanting to see Her Majesty the Queen — that difficulty..."

Leaders or deputy leaders of small Commonwealth countries often willingly pay tens of millions of pounds in fees just to see the British Queen; many collateral members of the royal family make a living this way.

Related issues had been discussed before arrival; Nie Ping stepped forward, face grave, and said: "Uncle Gao, then what method is there to let us see Sirajuddin?"

"If time isn't pressing, I can try to host a banquet and invite him to attend, but whether he can come depends on you."

They had not told Gao Yongxian the purpose of this trip.

"Actually, it is somewhat urgent." Nie Ping smiled and said: "Any other way?"

If it were ordinary businessmen, Gao Yongxian would not have revealed more information.

But for Nie Hao's sake, he said one more thing: "Sirajuddin, when in Kuala Lumpur, often goes to the same dentist for checkups."

"He goes often?"

"If he comes, he'll always go take a look; this time he's come but hasn't gone yet."

The three heard there was a way and didn't even go to the hotel, heading straight for the dental clinic. A foreign Sultan's visit to Kuala Lumpur is no easy thing; if they delayed and he went to the dentist first, who knows how long they'd have to wait, and how many complications would arise.

The Commercial Counselor was very understanding, dropping the three off on Star Avenue, saying: "The Wan Hao Hotel you're staying at is right on this street; just register at the front desk with your IDs. Locals call this place 'moneyriver'; as long as you have money, eating, drinking, and leisure are most pleasant. Be careful with your documents."

As an official, he had helped quite a lot.

Luo's father waved gratefully, saw him off, gave a few instructions via mobile phone to the accompanying personnel in the following car, and led his son and Nie Ping toward the clinic.

As expected, walk-in patients were not allowed entry.

The three of them weren't in a hurry at all; they chose a building across the street, bought the house with the best view with money, and then held their cameras to observe.

The Malaysian police were known for being lazy; they might not even be willing to protect the Sultan, let alone inspect nearby buildings.

A little later, a local consulate staff member came to help; he was one of Nie Hao's men, of slightly lower rank, and because he had met the Sultan, he was able to free everyone from the crazy comparison process.

Secretary Kim felt nauseous upon seeing the photos.

After staking it out until the next day, Luo Xiaoshan complained, "Why not just listen to that counselor and invite this Sultan to a banquet?"

"What pretext would you use to invite a Sultan who stays out of political circles? What pretext would make them willing to come?" Luo's father said unhappily.

"There must be something he likes..."

"For example, oil?" Luo's father remembered Terengganu produced oil, then smiled and said, "What level of information does the consulate need to provide, and what scale of crowd must be invited, to attract Sirajuddin? What if he has something come up and sends a subordinate instead? On the contrary, seeing a dentist—don't think it's a small matter; he really has to be there in person."

Luo Xiaoshan felt wrong and chuckled, "He might have the doctor come to the hotel to look at his teeth."

"We're watching the doctor."

Just as Luo's father finished speaking, Secretary Kim said excitedly, "He's appeared."

At least five or six people crowded around the screen window.

A champagne-colored Rolls-Royce stopped in the backyard of the dental clinic; the sharply dressed driver was precisely the Sultan in the photo, Sirajuddin.

"Fairly smooth." Luo's father chuckled.

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