Chapter 183: Only My Unique Method Chapter 183: Returning to the Country

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

"My family is in real industry." Chen Yi gave an answer that was neither here nor there.

Beside Wu Jingjing, a fair and plump girl laughed: "We're also in real industry, what exactly does your family do?"

"Quite a few things involved — electromechanical, food processing, paper mills, and so on..."

"We have paper mills too." Another girl wearing professional attire spoke, yet in Cantonese-accented Mandarin.

Luo Xiaoshan grew interested, hugging his beer and laughing: "My family does real estate."

"What about you?" The fair plump girl asked Nie Ping.

"My father is in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Nie Ping's answer instead drew a chorus of exclamations; the girls promptly laughed again. It seemed no matter the country, diplomatic personnel were regarded as quite high-end existences.

Though not from the same country, everyone spoke Chinese, counting as old acquaintances in a foreign land; the conversation was quite lively.

Only Wu Jingjing didn't seem to like talking much, mainly observing.

Chen Yi had something on his mind, and couldn't get lively either.

The other four had fewer inhibitions, chatted more and more happily, and polished off 10 bottles of beer in a while.

"We have to go back." Wu Jingjing saw her companions were a bit drunk and hurriedly said.

"Where are you staying? I'll send you back." Chen Yi suddenly turned full gentleman.

Wu Jingjing just laughed and said: "Wan Hao Hotel, only, we have our own car."

"Driving after drinking isn't convenient; we're also staying at Wan Hao." Chen Yi spoke, automatically went to hail a taxi, then voluntarily sat in the front passenger seat, while the three girls sat in the back.

As for Luo Xiaoshan and Nie Ping, they were left to fend for themselves.

The taxi twisted its yellow buttocks and left.

Nie Ping and Luo Xiaoshan stared blankly for half a day, then suddenly burst out laughing.

Luo Xiaoshan laughed until he was out of breath: "I said Chen Yi wasn't talking — turns out he wanted to ditch us."

"No way, we have to go back too." Nie Ping climbed up from the ground and went to hail a cab.

Luo Xiaoshan had drunk until his belly was round and smooth, lazily climbed up, and said: "Better walk back; it's one kilometer, count it as cultivation."

Inside the hotel, the four who got out of the car didn't go up immediately.

Wu Jingjing held a PDA and asked with interest: "As far as I know, recently Chen Group has been inquiring about buying paper mills — do you intend to enter the paper industry?"

She wasn't just asking casually.

Chen Yi being able to spend 1 billion US dollars to buy a Malaysian securities firm was beyond everyone's expectations, and simultaneously proved Chen Group's strength — to outside gentlemen, they couldn't tell the relationship between Chen Group and Jinsheng Securities apart. Most people regarded Chen Yi as the son Chen Congyu pushed to the front to temper, rather than viewing him as an independent company director.

If Chen Group's paper mills merely treated buying paper mills as a charge signal to enter the paper industry, then Indonesia's various paper-making groups would inevitably bear the brunt.

For both sides, this was a rather important informal meeting.

The two girls fell silent too, letting them talk quietly.

Chen Yi thought for a moment, then said: "I plan to buy at least one specialty paper company; whether to buy a corresponding pulp company, I haven't considered yet."

Modern paper industry is quite enormous; groups worth thirty to fifty billion US dollars are everywhere.

Hearing it was merely one specialty paper company, Wu Jingjing relaxed, feeling this might be a paper factory they'd use to supply their own group internally, and laughed: "Our Indonesian Paper Industry Group supplies pulp to the whole world; your specialty paper company can also buy our pulp."

"Just afraid you don't have it."

"Oh?"

"I want pure wood pulp, containing no other ingredients whatsoever, requiring the same tree species, the harder the wood the better, the higher the density the better..." Chen Yi roughly stated his requirements, listening to which Wu Jingjing rolled her eyes repeatedly.

When pulp companies produce in large quantities, they clear-cut forest by forest; using raw logs is nothing special, but using the same wood species is quite troublesome — at least it doesn't conform to operating standards.

This equals adding an extra process.

Of course, what truly surprised Wu Jingjing was Chen Yi's requirements for the wood — woods like Korean pine, black walnut, even the worst unmerchantable varieties, would never be used for papermaking; those fast-growing plantations that mature in three to five years, versus these forests that take thirty to fifty years to grow, the pulp prices have no essential difference, but the chip prices differ.

Precious tree species like zitan wood, huanghuali — the prayer beads, ornaments, etc. made from their offcuts sell in malls for prices not a bit cheaper than fourth-grade jade.

"Your requirements are truly special." Wu Jingjing's desire to cooperate faded.

After putting down the PDA, whether in movement or bearing, she had the demeanor of a classical beauty. Probably the several movements on the Mainland caused the inheritance to be lost completely, while overseas Chinese still retained part of the dressing habits from before and after the Republic's founding.

Chen Yi smiled understandingly. His requirements were destined to increase production costs, lower labor efficiency, and not only that — special requirements often meant demand volume wouldn't be large. Indonesian Paper Group was one of Southeast Asia's notable paper groups, with standardized and massive production; they lacked interest in specialty paper instead, at least lacked interest in specialty paper production with small total profit.

Yet Chen Yi felt it was an opportunity, and said: "Don't need you to produce paper, just provide pulp raw material is fine..."

Wu Jingjing cleverly replied: "That's not much different from producing paper.

She didn't block the way, yet invisibly raised her price.

"After all there is a difference — for example, saving the good timber you were originally going to stuff into the machines."

"We certainly wouldn't use high-grade timber to produce pulp; they're all sold separately."

Actually, they often turned high-grade timber into pulp — not because the boss wanted it, but because workers couldn't be bothered to sort, and superiors didn't require it either.

If there weren't large batches of high-grade timber, pulp mills wouldn't specially distinguish.

For large enterprises worth billions of US dollars like these, rules and regulations are extremely strict; what they dislike most is the unexpected — for example, suddenly appearing valuable timber.

They'd hate it if all wood weren't identical, saving the trouble of blending chemical raw materials.

Chen Yi didn't quite understand the ins and outs, but could see Wu Jingjing was holding out for a better price, so merely left an email, laughing: "I'm someone who can pay the price, but depends on whether you can produce the corresponding goods; contact later?"

"Okay." Wu Jingjing stood up to shake hands, simultaneously giving him a business card too.

Even with hands clasped, Chen Yi's attention remained fixed on her eyes.

Truly like a beautiful starry sky.

Those deep black eyes.

Seeing the three off into the elevator, Chen Yi sat at the hotel bar, ordered a beer, and kept drinking.

Luo Xiaoshan rushed in panting, and his first words were: "Where are they?"

"Back in the room."

"Which room?"

"Don't know."

Luo Xiaoshan immediately beat his chest and stamped his feet, angrily saying: "I want to wait in the hall."

"For that Cantonese-speaking girl?"

Luo Xiaoshan hesitated for a moment. The Cantonese girl's looks could only be described as average; she had been so enthusiastic back then, probably mostly wanting to leave a good impression on Wu Jingjing...

At his hesitation, Chen Yi sneered and said: "Why not just stay in Malaysia anyway? In another month, the securities company we're acquiring can start selling shares, and by then you'll still be the one presiding over it."

Selling is much simpler than acquiring; the main work is bargaining, and as for buyers, they'll probably be everywhere by then.

Luo Xiaoshan was about to say "fine," but hesitated again, saying: "Then what about our final exams?"

"Find someone to take them for you?" Chen Yi's first thought was different from others'.

The fat man looked at his own belly, then at the bellies of those around him, saying: "Want to find someone like me? I'm afraid that's hard."

"Then go back and take them later." Chen Yi hehe laughed and waved for the bartender to bring beer.

The next day, Nie Ping and Chen Yi returned to the country.

The fat man wanted to stay in Malaysia to look after some matters; he had his father's help, so things were easy to communicate about. On the way to see them off at the airport, Luo Xiaoshan looked at Chen Yi like an innocent little deer, but due to the difference in build, he was more like an innocent black bear staring at a little deer.

The taxi driver dropped off the three people, took the money, and ran away. Singapore and Malaysia can be traveled together, but cannot be enjoyed together.

"I'll go back and start up the paper mill, then there won't be much to do; maybe I'll come see you and eat coconut rice." Chen Yi persuaded the tearful Luo Xiaoshan.

"I want to eat the rice from home."

"At most two months and you can eat it."

"In another month, it'll be next year." The fat man looked up at the sky, his bulky body like a Boeing 747 at the critical point of takeoff.

Leaving Luo Xiaoshan alone in Malaysia was indeed a bit cruel; Chen Yi had nothing to say, grabbed two handfuls of Green Breath Berries, put them in his pocket, and said: "Eat them and then come ask me for more. Next month, after these securities companies are sold, we'll have money, then we'll keep running companies, and by then I'll let you be CEO."

The fat man sighed twice, and finally said: "Give me two more bottles of that knockoff Pulse."

Chen Yi took out four Pulse Bottles containing Level 2 Energy Recovery Potions from the backpack behind him.

Without using a Scroll, a Level 3 Recovery Potion will make someone too excited to sleep.

No words all the way; Singapore Airlines' airplane departed in the morning and arrived in Jiangning in the afternoon, fully demonstrating the advancement of socialism.

Returning from a tropical climate to a temperate climate, there was momentarily some discomfort, but Chen Yi almost without stopping went straight to the classroom.

He now rarely lets himself have free time, and actually wouldn't have any; making full use of every minute is very important.

There were even fewer people in the classroom, but "Western Economics" is a major course; if one doesn't listen to the teacher's lecture and reads on their own instead, the time spent would be several times this—specific quantity depends on the professor's level; courses that don't allow for broad references or in-depth explanation are not necessary to listen to.

Lin Yuan appeared in the front row of the classroom, wearing a floral dress, seen for the first time in a long time.

"Class Monitor coming to class?" Chen Yi asked Han Jie; she was now taking courses at the Finance Academy, and took notes seriously. If Chen Yi delayed class, he'd look at her notes, which were well summarized and saved time.

Han Jie nodded lightly, and added: "Heard her parents are laid-off workers from the Jiangbei Shipyard; her mother has been sick at home all year, and recently the Wharf District is making a fuss about demolition; it's not easy."

She said a couple of sentences and then glanced at Chen Yi, roughly having the momentum of wanting him to help.

"I'll ask around." He didn't think it was difficult; Mitsubishi was powerful, but spread across one household after another, it wasn't anything much.

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