Chapter 218

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Lin Yuan didn't understand Chen Yi's persistence. She said in a light voice: "I know you helped my family, the neighbors at the factory, and even did the Jiangbei people a huge favor. I haven't repaid you, but I will remember it. Still, school matters are school matters, and the Dean's request is normal. Since you're capable, why not help everyone more?"

She started out tactful, but her voice became more and more like a Communist Youth League member as she went on.

Chen Yi deeply felt the heart of a landlord old moneybags toward a daughter who was a Communist Party member: "I thank you for your years of upbringing, but one thing is one thing. Land reform is a major matter. Your land must be distributed to others without compensation..."

But in this age of lost faith, a girl with persistence and conviction is always better than those silly creatures who powder their faces, flaunt wealth, and take selfies.

Chen Yi didn't strike Lin Yuan further, declining tactfully: "It's not that I'm unwilling to help..."

Lin Yuan used the heart of a Communist Youth League member, no, a Preparatory Party Member, to guess at Chen Yi, confirming he was a diehard.

For a diehard, one must first soften them up, so she recalled what Li Changning had said: let him talk personally with the Archery League athletes; perhaps he'd have a competitive spirit or a willingness to sponsor.

So Lin Yuan said to Chen Yi: "Since you're willing to help, at least learn the situation first."

"This..." Chen Yi thought: I was just saying it casually.

"Go to the Gymnasium to see the Archery League athletes preparing for a competition. It's right at school, at most wasting an hour of yours. But if you disagree, I'll spend two hours persuading you to give me one hour."

A very powerful argument. Chen Yi smiled: "Alright, you say the time."

"You say what time you're free." Lin Yuan entered competitive mode, her heroic bearing almost unbearable.

Chen Yi asked in surprise: "What's the difference?"

"If I say a time, you'll definitely say there's a scheduling conflict and you're not free."

"How could that be." Chen Yi shook his head hard.

"Then this afternoon."

Chen Yi coughed once and said: "Do we have to be so anxious?"

Lin Yuan's mouth corners curved up.

Although it was a static image, her expression had quite a bit of dynamic beauty—a dynamic beauty with a sarcastic flavor.

Chen Yi shrugged and said: "Then this afternoon, we'll meet at..."

"The Gymnasium, five in the afternoon, meet at the Gymnasium before dinner."

"Fine." Chen Yi shrugged and said: "I didn't agree to let the students participate in any opening or closing ceremony. Actually I couldn't possibly agree. So is it necessary to... waste effort and money like this?"

"Yes." Compared to a direct refusal, it's always good to take a look.

Lin Yuan finished speaking, swung her arms, and walked away generously.

Chen Yi watched her departing figure and found it amusing, feeling she was quite like his grandfather in old age—both stubbornly persisting in ideas others didn't understand, close to what everyone thought, yet actually very far away.

He continued his unfinished work, driving the Raptor to the Jiangnan Wharf District. He didn't drive straight through but got out and ordered: "Boluo, turn into a Santana."

"I don't like small ones." The little lizard said, but the Raptor still gradually shrank into the shape of a black Santana, even changing its license plate.

This was naturally a real existing car, bought by Chen Yi and fed to the little lizard. Although the Raptor was a pickup truck, it was a pickup more conspicuous than an SUV, unsuitable for secret activities.

The new Santana had enhanced protection measures. A third-level combat level Illusory Dragon, and it changed the original car's bumper material so it could withstand the Raptor's collision. Of course, from the perspective of force, it's best not to collide at all, otherwise other parts would commit suicide first.

Chen Yi got back in the car and drove around the Wharf District, but didn't find Yu Weichao at the designated location.

He had expected this. He clapped his hands and a Listening Scroll appeared, then followed the place where there shouldn't be breathing sounds but there were.

Yu Weichao was lying on a stack of containers, holding binoculars in his left hand and a PDA in his right, which displayed footage from several nearby surveillance cameras.

From high altitude, Yu Weichao in his official CP All-Terrain Camouflage Suit was very hard to discover. He could guard against visual observation but not against the Listening Scroll's sound detection. This professor-type figure of ordinary appearance was slightly thin, his pale skin showing he had stayed indoors for a long time, at least recently, which made Chen Yi somewhat doubt his background. The only pity was that Yu Weichao's computer ability, on the West Continent, he could only play single-player games.

Overall, this was a type of person who had no influence on the world whether surviving or dying. Their work would be easily solved by some young geniuses, their existence would be replaced by others, and because they were hard to understand, their contributions often turned into dedications.

Chen Yi tiptoed and quickly and silently arrived behind Yu Weichao.

He actually didn't discover it at all.

Chen Yi hehe smiled, lifted his two feet, and dragged him down from the container upside down.

Yu Weichao struggled twice, failed shamefully, then said solemnly: "Are you the contact person?"

His role change was quite fast.

But Chen Yi had already taken the initiative. He didn't answer, but carried Yu Weichao all the way into the Santana, put a black bag over him, thus completely concealing his identity, before saying: "I'm starting to question you now. You must answer accurately and actually. Don't make any abnormal movements. No matter the reason, you'll be shocked. Understand?"

The Santana drove all the way into Jiangning University's Parking Lot and turned into a secluded corner.

Chen Yi stuffed Yu Weichao under the back seat again, then ordered the little lizard to stretch the back seat's length, thus locking Yu Weichao in, before saying: "I'm starting to question you now. You must answer accurately and actually. Don't make any abnormal movements. No matter the reason, you'll be shocked. Understand?"

"Understand."

"Are you willing to go to a new country and never unite with any relatives or friends again?"

Chen Yi had originally prepared some foreplay, but then thought, this old anti-elite type, better to get straight to the point.

So he was dazed and said: "Isn't it a normal mission execution?"

"You can only answer willing or unwilling."

"What new country? How long is the mission time?"

"You can only answer willing or unwilling."

Yu Weichao swallowed and said: "Unwilling."

"No."

"What no?" Yu Weichao got anxious and twisted desperately.

"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Yu Weichao twisted even more fiercely and shouted: "We're a Research Society, not **, you can't force me to execute a mission."

Chen Yi sneered.

Most organizational members of the Human Development Research Society would use freedom as a reason to shirk missions. Usually this was very effective. In fact, any organization granted more or less privilege to its elites; following the rules could only satisfy the common masses, and could never make its top members feel exhilarated—007s risking life and limb overseas wanted red wine, beauties, and a license to kill; soldiers loyally serving in conflict zones wanted lasting respect and rewards beyond salary; civil servants earning meager pay in government departments wanted financial freedom matching their authority and the continuation of that authority... The reasons did not matter; what mattered was their importance.

To Chen Yi, Yu Weichao was merely a potentially suitable person, far from being urgently needed.

Therefore he quite impolitely vetoed: "You have a few hours to think; find a wish that is easy to fulfill. This mission has already been issued and cannot be canceled. Boluo, watch him."

"Rest assured, if he dares to move, I'll shock him."

"In the future you will thank me." Chen Yi said, smiling himself, and walked toward the direction of the gymnasium.

The small lizard released the car battery, and through the car speaker, went "Busy Tone Busy Tone": "Sound check, sound check! Shock test, shock test!"

Yu Weichao trembled all over, his limbs went numb, his hair stood on end, and he could not utter a single word.

Inside the gymnasium, at least three groups of people were waiting for Chen Yi for different purposes.

Athletes like Wu Jingjing were there to see the Hall Master of the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall, simply out of curiosity.

She Lei, because of Wu Jingjing, both worried that Chen Yi would discover his selfish motives and hoped Chen Yi would come, so that he could fulfill the promise he made after his lust took over his brain.

Lin Yuan's target was relatively clear, yet the hardest to achieve; she also tried to get Wu Jingjing to help persuade Chen Yi, but the athletes were obviously not interested in details beyond victory.

As soon as Chen Yi walked into the gymnasium, She Lei noticed him.

He was both uneasy and happy as he said to Wu Jingjing: "That's our city hall master."

"Oh, he didn't bring a bow?" Wu Jingjing really thought Chen Yi was someone She Lei had invited.

The latter hehe laughed without speaking; he was so excited he couldn't care about anything else.

A beauty, a beauty—when would a beauty ever talk to me before?

To get close to a beauty, taking some risks was only natural.

She Lei turned his back, clasped his hands together, and said: "Immortals of heaven and earth, passing great immortals, I've never prayed to gods in my life; now I only pray that today goes smoothly. If I can embrace the beauty and bring her home, I... I'll donate 100,000 yuan in incense money."

Consider it a subsidy; his annual income was only 100,000 yuan anyway. The martial arts hall provided food and lodging, restricted travel, and there was basically no way to spend it. Better to donate it to the gods and demons filling the sky. As for whether they were willing to accept it—if they didn't want it and still did the job, that was naturally fine too.

Li Changning had to punch him again, shocking his hand until it hurt.

When the two saw Chen Yi approach, they saluted in unison: "Good morning, Hall Master."

"Morning. Why are you here?" Chen Yi nodded at them, then smiled at Wu Jingjing: "See you again."

Today's Wu Jingjing wore a set of pure white sportswear; from head to toe she had not a single ornament, nor any makeup. However, wearing sportswear, her sense of stillness surpassed her sense of motion, and she was exactly the opposite of Lin Yuan.

Standing together, Lin Yuan looked more like an athlete than Wu Jingjing.

"See you again." Wu Jingjing almost simultaneously, or rather semi-voluntarily, shook hands with him and said: "After you left, I heard even more about Jinsheng Securities. Your reputation in Malaysia is now no less than Morgan Stanley's."

"That sounds like a terrifying term." Chen Yi smiled, looked up at the red banner inside the gymnasium, and said: "I didn't expect Miss Wu Jingjing to be a member of the Archery League. Then I have a somewhat unfair complaint to file: the wood pulp you promised me hasn't been delivered yet."

Wu Jingjing laughed lightly: "We didn't finalize the cooperation framework back then, you know."

The two smiled at each other.

Wu Jingjing felt more of a sense of meeting an old friend in a foreign land, but this emotion was very faint, and would disappear without a trace in an instant.

She smiled slightly and said: "I heard you can draw a 200-kilogram bow. I'm very curious; can you give us a demonstration?"

200 kilograms was a four-stone bow; she already thought that was very strong, so she didn't even mention the six-stone bow.

"Oh?" Chen Yi didn't like performing for people. He smiled without changing expression and said: "Who told you?"

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