Chapter 209

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi stood in the Binjiang Road commercial district, gazing up at a starry sky where no stars could be seen, his heart filled with heroic ambition.

"You people making money in nightclubs, you people making money in bars, and the newly built office buildings — cherish your opportunities while you can, time is running out……"

After finishing his lament, he began calculating exactly how much money he would need to buy this CBD area known as the city's sub-center. The original Binhe Road Subway Station sat right in the center of the commercial district, or rather, the commercial district had developed relying on the subway station; its five-kilometer radius effectively meant the entire commercial district. If using a redemption buyout method, within the 25 square kilometers of the so-called Jiangning Binjiang Trade Zone, there were roughly 2 million square meters of buildings; at a price of 5,000 yuan per square meter, it would require 10 billion RMB……

Too naive!

After a simple calculation, Chen Yi reached this conclusion.

In reality, even at a price of 10 billion, they still wouldn't be grateful; instead, there would only be more holdout households. Chen Yi suddenly felt some sympathy for the Mitsubishi Group — demolition is simply not something humans do; if you're human, don't play at demolition!

If one were more ruthless, one could light a torch, directly sweep away all buildings in the area, then take over in the aftermath of a sky-shaking case — a relatively cheap solution, high risk, but not necessarily greater than the risk of buyout. What company that can settle in a CBD area is easy to deal with — gentle with the people, stormy with the landlord tycoons, because the people only erupt when driven into the desperate straits of a storm, while landlord tycoons, whether faced with gentle rain or violent storm, will erupt as long as there's profit to be made.

However, Chen Yi then thought: I am, after all, a promising landlord tycoon; I cannot stumble on the road to my future.

From this he concluded that neither buyout nor destruction was realistic.

After the first plan was rejected, Chen Yi turned to the second plan: buy a large enough piece of territory and establish his own regional world.

An entry-exit inspection institution and a foreign personnel residence building.

His gaze began roaming around the Big Store — Vrun Group high-end supermarket, not easy to buy; Meijiang Building, 120 meters above ground, at least 100,000 square meters of floor area, not cost-effective; Jiangjing Modern Service Industry Agglomeration Zone, 230,000 square meters of land, 800,000 square meters of floor area, at least 800 million yuan total price, plus breach-of-contract penalties for all the lively shops inside……

Chen Yi's head ached terribly; why did the Light Gate have to be in such a bustling place? When he passed by before, he still thought it was quiet enough at night, the lights bright enough; looking now, it was simply a money pit.

Several young men passed behind him, laughing and chatting, their muffled tones and the beauties' coquettish laughter attracting many glances; envious eyes stimulated them to laugh even louder.

In this place where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, Chen Yi wore sportswear, his expression as he gazed at the sky inevitably arousing suspicion; a beauty laughed coquettishly: "Country bumpkin, just arrived in the city? Come to big sister here, I'll reward you a few hundred bucks to go play with women……"

The man hugging her laughed loudly: "Aiyo, you're getting cocky, are a few hundred bucks enough to play with women? Big sister, when you were begging for mercy under me, you didn't call me that……"

"Young Master Ming——" the beauty drawled in a long tone, twisting her body as she laughed: "A few hundred bucks to play with a woman like me is definitely not enough, but to play with a man like him is plenty. This is——when you play with me, I'm Young Master Ming's little maid; when I play with him, I'm his big sister."

A group of people immediately burst into raucous laughter.

Young Master Ming laughed until he nearly fell over, saying: "Good, good, well put. Fang Yu, the women of your Jiangning are indeed gentle, sensible, and exceptionally clever."

Hearing this name, Chen Yi slowly turned around, frowning.

Fang Yu, drunk and muddled, didn't know why his body gave a shake and his head cleared, but his mouth seemed to contain an egg as he said: "Shirts ah, you came to play too. These are my…… Bang You."

Chen Yi said without giving face: "If you hadn't spoken, I'd really have thought some crown prince figure had arrived. You few, report your names."

His attitude couldn't be called vicious, but it was absolutely impolite. After a hard day's return, still having to painstakingly calculate — such days Chen Yi had never experienced before; to make him maintain courteous gentleness again, they'd at least have to be normal people.

The little beauty, worried about causing trouble, laughed coquettishly: "Handsome guy, we're all drunk……"

"Shut up." Chen Yi looked at the little beauty who had just spoken with disgust, saying: "I know you don't know who I am, but before I want to know who you are, don't say a single word, unless you're determined to make me know who you are? Understand?"

The woman pretended to be drunk, laughing foolishly, constantly looking at the man beside her, wanting him to step forward.

Young Master Ming supported his chosen little beauty, fixed his gaze on Chen Yi, and said seriously: "I am Ming An Tu. Who are you?"

"Never heard of the name. Who's your father?"

Such an obvious provocation was practically pouring oil on fire; Ming An Tu couldn't hold back: "I'm from Mingde Group. Who are you again?

In an unfamiliar place, he worried about offending some local snake. But seeing Fang Yu familiar with him, he also had some rough guesses in his heart.

Chen Yi touched his nose. Mingde Group, also surnamed Ming — naturally a tycoon's princeling among private enterprises.

He turned to ask Fang Yu: "You mixing with Mingde Group, is it because you want to meddle in the Jiangbei demolition matter?"

Fang Yu stammered: "Mingde didn't say they want me to participate in demolition; they asked me to put in a good word and coordinate some traffic matters, my dad's side of things."

He knew Chen Yi had built a martial arts hall in Jiangbei, and knew that hall intentionally or unintentionally resisted Mitsubishi's demolition in Jiangbei. But Mingde Group's conditions were too good — 200,000 yuan monthly entertainment fee, 10,000 yuan salary, plus they'd hand over all demolition waste for his company to process, half-gift half-sale nature; roughly calculated, at least 1 million yuan pure profit per month. His old man's monthly salary was only a few thousand; to earn 1 million would take hundreds of months!

All along, Mingde had also honored the agreement, not requiring Fang Yu to participate in the demolition process; he just collected waste and made a fortune silently. Today, Young Master Ming gave face and invited him — the first time formally discussing the Jiangbei demolition issue; Fang Yu hadn't expressed a position, yet before even leaving Binjiang Road, he ran into Chen Yi.

His concealment was too simple; Chen Yi gave it a moment's thought and said unkindly: "Jiangbei's matter isn't yours to manage. Withdraw."

Fang Yu felt somewhat uneasy, and quite unhappy that Chen Yi made him lose face in front of friends, so he waved his arm: "Chen Yi, don't forget, I'm your cousin!"

"So?"

"Mind your own business."

Young Master Ming "yo-yo" shouted, cheering Fang Yu on; the latter also revealed a proud smile.

"Maybe I should call Uncle, have him tell you whether you should withdraw from the Jiangbei demolition?" Chen Yi didn't want things too stiff, otherwise he'd have punched him in the face right now.

Although no blows were actually exchanged, his fierce glare still made the two henchmen opposite swallow hard; they were all people who had seen blood, knew fear, and thus could fight better in fear.

Young Master Ming, however, didn't know what situation he was in, waving his fingers "oh-oh-oh-oh" and saying: "That's not right; losing a fight and calling your parents — we elementary school students never play that."

The little beauty in his arms giggled, like a goose that just laid an egg.

Fang Yu knew Chen Yi's ferocity, worried that if the fire passed it would be even worse. So he forced a red-faced smile: "You just go back. I'm just doing some scrap business; it's what you didn't want to join back then, and it won't demolish your martial arts hall."

Finished speaking, he even laughed to ease the atmosphere.

The smiling face looked like it was embossed from the bottom of a wine bottle.

He didn't know that sexually frustrated men have vigorous tempers; Mingde Group's scheming made his mood unhappy, plus the little clash just now — the fire had long since passed.

Chen Yi, not angry but smiling, said: "Good that you won't demolish my martial arts hall. You're also preparing to go back, right? Which car?"

"That Mercedes, S series." Fang Yu even pointed.

In the parking lot ahead, just one Mercedes, oily and glossy, like a Honda that ate braised pork and didn't wipe its mouth.

"Not bad, at least 1 million, right."

Ming An Tu pulled out a cigarette, had a woman light it for him, blew a half-ring of smoke, and said: "S600, over 2 million, 5.5L 12-cylinder engine, electronically limited to 250 km/h……"

"Is the fuel tank full?" Chen Yi interrupted him.

"What?"

"Looks like there's quite a lot of oil." Chen Yi gathered a trace of Qi Energy, first smashing open the fuel tank's outer casing with his fist, then using nearly sharp Qi Energy to slice open the fuel filler port. He then reached into his pocket, pretending to fish out a roll of medical gauze — that was prepared earlier for putting on a mystifying act in the West Continent. As for now, its mission was to plunge straight into the leaking tank body, letting the flammable material lie exposed before everyone.

With a "Bang," a lighter's flame burned calmly in the air.

"No no no..." Young Master Ming shoved away the woman beside him with one hand, spreading both hands in the air, his face dark as he shouted: "You're Fang Yu's cousin, you're Chen Yi right, right? Why bother, why bother..."

"Long night, sleepless, I just want to hear how you'll cry and scream for your parents." Chen Yi lowered the calm flame a little, igniting the not-so-calm medical gauze.

The red tongue of flame was somewhat sluggish; it performed a two-second solo dance before everyone, then suddenly turned into a fire snake, whoosh — rushing toward the fuel tank.

Like a wanderer of many years rushing home, a wife of many years rushing to her natal home, a bastard of many years rushing to Zeus...

Chen Yi stood with hands clasped beside Ming An Tu, gazing up at the fireball in the starry sky where stars still couldn't be seen, and said: "Two million plus worth of fireworks, still pretty real, huh."

"You're courting death."

"Hollywood can't produce this kind of effect."

"Mingde Group won't let you off."

"Mingde Group's affairs — you don't have the final say, but Fang Family's affairs, I have the final say." Chen Yi crooked his finger, addressing the thoroughly sobered Fang Yu: "Wipe your ass clean, move out of Jiangbei, understood?"

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