Chapter 227: Only I Control the Law Chapter 227: Design

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Under Chen Yi's prompting, the designer boldly proposed the concept of the Jiangjing-Jiangnan Channel, which included two large bridges, six tunnels, and three high-grade highways, effectively doubling the Jiangnan Wharf's capacity and multiplying its transport capacity.

Such an area would be more than enough to be called the world's largest container terminal—except that it expanded into a prosperous area, and except that it would consume tens of billions of dollars in funds... it seemed to comply with regulations.

Of course, the designer himself would not be responsible for this. His job was to convert the Jiangjin Service Area into the Jiangjing Storage Area; ideas about wharves were merely possibilities for future expansion. If Chen Yi dared to entrust this work to him, the Jiangning Architectural Design Institute would surely go crazy with joy, and there would be plenty of time to consider the details later.

But as the financier, Chen Yi knew from looking at that rough quotation that doing such a thing with his own money was too difficult, even if the Jiangning Municipal Government paid, it would be equally difficult. Most importantly, it might lead to the complete nationalization of the Jiangnan Wharf.

At least for now, it was still a provincial enterprise available for transaction; after investment, management would surely become stricter, and selling it would become very difficult.

The question went in a circle and came back again.

Tens of billions of dollars—that was a figure that could make a national leader scratch his head.

World-class multinational companies would still have to strain themselves to come up with this money, and must consider the dire consequences of investment failure—almost certainly, every investment of tens of billions was a natural gambling den.

Mitsubishi!

Mitsubishi could afford this money!

When Chen Yi thought of the name "Mitsubishi," his thoughts involuntarily spread out.

Mitsubishi's ultimate goal was to use the renovation of the Jiangbei Wharf District to take over the Jiangnan Wharf District and the Jiangnan Shipyard; the entire design was enormous but highly feasible.

Although the information was leaked to him by the handsome foreigner Stanik, Chen Yi believed in such a plan in his heart. Using three or four years to prepare, partnering with Chinese enterprises to swindle tens of billions of assets from the Chinese government—such things had happened before, and did not mean they would not happen again.

Chen Yi, familiar with upper-class thinking, believed that as long as Mitsubishi put up a fig leaf and guaranteed that everything they did was legal, even if the matter was exposed, they would have nothing to worry about. Everyone would only blame Mingde Group as a traitor, blame Mingde Group for not following rules, blame Mingde Group for breaking the law. If there were future needs to cooperate with Mitsubishi, they would still cooperate. Those economic development zone leaders would still crane their necks to curry favor with Mitsubishi, hoping it would place some supporting facility within their own territory.

But how could he take the Jiangnan Wharf back from Mitsubishi? Further, how could he make the Mitsubishi Group build Jiangning's wharf according to his wishes?

This was almost an impossible task!

Unless...

there was absolute authority!

thereby using this authority to induce the Mitsubishi Group to renovate the Jiangbei Wharf District according to his wishes.

Chen Yi rested his chin on his hand and continued thinking:

"Architectural authority is worthless; building a good building is at most a money-making matter, and it is not Mitsubishi's main business. Such an old financial consortium has clear business directions and philosophies, and will not easily change just because a certain product makes money..."

"What type of technology is Mitsubishi always concerned about and desperate to obtain?"

"Energy! Aviation! Nuclear industry! Shipbuilding might also be among them..." Chen Yi thought for a moment, crossed out nuclear industry and shipbuilding again, and then stared blankly at energy and aviation.

To obtain some unusual technology, he had plenty of methods.

Simply put, obtain some existing unpublished technology through channels, then publish it under his own name or a pen name, and it would become a resource under his name, but as for authority, it probably could not be called that. Those capable of being an authority would probably not willingly give up their own interests.

Moreover, placing a wharf's design drawings under the name of an energy or aviation scientist was also inappropriate.

"Then it can only be the Research Institute." Chen Yi immediately thought of his eldest uncle.

The Minister of the Comprehensive Planning Department under the General Equipment Department could decide many things; however, borrowing the name of a certain research institute was fine, but borrowing their technology was definitely not.

Chen Yi took out a Skill Copy Scroll, weighing in his mind whether using over a dozen scrolls for this was worthwhile. Or rather, were over a dozen scrolls enough?

Designing a small virus might take just one scroll's worth of time, but designing something valuable would make even the preliminary preparation work a headache.

The Holy Qiao Kingdom was in winter, almost all battles had stopped, and it was not easy to plunder mages from Sai Po Jia. With a supply of two or three scrolls per month, plus occasional battle captures, stored until today, the total was only 18 sheets, equivalent to 54 hours of time.

Even at 160% capacity, this was not enough.

54 hours was less than a full week's workload. There were many scientists who could research something good in a week, but no one was certain to achieve this result.

"I need to urge Timothy again," Chen Yi thought, though his expression relaxed considerably.

The hardest part was making a decision. After making a decision, doing things became much simpler.

He returned to the office on the top floor of the Binjiang Road Department Store, carefully considered his tone, wrote down the points he wanted to discuss with his eldest uncle on paper, and then called Xijing.

After roughly expressing his request to visit an energy or aviation research institute in Xijing, Chen Yi did not directly propose his plan to deal with Mitsubishi, but only said: "I want to buy the Jiangnan Wharf and the Jiangbei Wharf; I hope you can cooperate with me."

"Buy the Jiangnan and Jiangbei Wharves?" Chen Guoliang laughed out loud in his office, saying: "Your appetite has become so big?"

He always could not forget that Chen Yi was not yet 19 years old.

"The business in Malaysia is good; 1.6 billion became 2 billion, and after deducting interest, over 400 million remains. I need to find a way to spend this money." When calculating, he directly deducted the over 400 million US dollars given to the Sultan.

Chen Guoliang secretly nodded; earning 400 million US dollars was over 3 billion RMB.

He couldn't help but shake his head; the higher the position and weight, the more one understood the concept of large numbers.

400 million US dollars could fight a low-intensity war in Africa. And it would be fought with mercenaries.

However, after calculating the valuation of the Jiangnan and Jiangbei Wharves, he asked uncertainly: "Using over 400 million to do business worth over 4 billion, is that not easy?"

Chen Yi smiled and said: "A 10% down payment is enough to buy a house; it's not a small amount."

"Then come to Xijing, and we'll have a face-to-face talk." Chen Guoliang said, then remembered: "Does your father know?"

"The money Dad borrowed is almost spent; I don't plan to let him participate."

"You brat..." Chen Guoliang said as he hung up the phone, sighing in his office while beaming with a smile.

There were quite a few people waiting in his secretary's office, but only the youngest among them, a young man wearing a suit with a tuft of beard on his chin, looked around curiously.

He was out of place among the soldiers in neat military uniforms around him, but his background was not ordinary; in fact, he was qualified to sit on a separate chair. He tilted his head and asked: "Secretary Liu, the Minister looks so happy; what good thing happened?"

"I dare not ask randomly." Secretary Liu waved his hands repeatedly.

"Tell me."

"Young Master Mo, even if you pressure me, it's useless; I really don't know."

The one called Young Master Mo, even in the Minister's office, smiled in a slick manner: "How could you not know? You took the call; tell me about it, can I eat you?"

His manner was as if he would really eat someone if the truth wasn't told.

Secretary Liu was nervously wondering whether to offend someone when someone inside called out "Xiao Liu." He hurriedly stood up, left a "we'll talk later," and entered the office.

A moment later, Secretary Liu slipped out the side door, but Second Secretary came over smiling and said, "Young Master Mo, Minister Chen is waiting for you inside."

"Okay okay." Young Master Mo almost always added a sentence-final particle to every word, smiling lecherously as he said, "Secretary Liu ran away?"

Second Secretary didn't conceal it, smiling and said, "Yes."

"Tell him, even if he ran away there's no need to worry, I'm a businessman, I don't take anything to heart, as long as we can do business, we're good friends."

Second Secretary nodded repeatedly and saw him into the door.

Young Master Mo carried his small leather bag, knocked on the outer door, and smilingly said, "Secretary Chen, I'm here."

"Shaoqiu, sit down, I'll approve some documents first." Chen Guoliang didn't think much of Mo Shaoqiu, this sort of Red Businessman. He was different from merchants like Chen Yi; what he did was buy-low-sell-high dealings, and almost all relied on the state or state-owned enterprises to do business, whether it was early document approvals or later National Reserve Materials, he never let any go.

When securities managers were still doing rat warehouses in the stock market back then, Mo Shaoqiu and his crowd had already tested the waters of the futures market, and openly engaged in futures rat warehouses. When international copper prices were cheap, they bought first, then when the National Reserve Bureau opened purchasing, they dumped tens of thousands of tons into the market at once, and the price per ton instantly rose twenty or thirty percent; they sold off along the trend, all profit, simple and fast, hardly needing capital, with banks falling over themselves to curry favor with these young masters. Compared to small-scale operations in China's stock market, this kind of large-scale inflow and outflow utilizing massive state funds could rightly be called terrifying income.

Entering the 21st century, state regulation became strict, and they had more money on hand, so they started doing a bit of legitimate business, but if truly investigated, it was still not legitimate at all.

The Mo Family and Chen Family's relationship was still not bad; Chen Guoliang answered the phone and couldn't easily refuse, but the expression on his face was absolutely not good.

He used nearly 10 minutes, finished approving the documents, then slowly asked, "Say it."

"Yes, I heard several armies in the Northeast are changing uniforms." Mo Shaoqiu smiled, his little mustache trembling, and said, "I want to take on this business; give me a definite word, will you?"

"This isn't business; this is a major national defense plan."

"Yes yes yes, I can accept third-party supervision, okay?" Mo Shaoqiu said seriously: "300,000 sets of military uniforms, each set at a standard of 500 and up; I'll earn at most one-third."

Chen Guoliang held his fountain pen, tilted his head back, and asked: "One-third?"

"We're businessmen; Ming people don't speak dark words. This matter, you can decide it alone, right? Let me put it this way: if you want quality, set a bottom line price, say 600, then we add 200 on top, and the deal is done." Mo Shao laughed heartily, then said: "Or you set a price, still 600, we subtract 200 to make the clothes, that works too. Hmm, I owe you a favor; the Mo Family owes one."

Chen Guoliang suddenly felt this was a shameless yet characterful young man, so he restrained himself from scolding and said: "One-third profit—I have no right to speak without investigation; I won't handle this matter. You must go through official channels to bid."

"Nowadays bidding..." Mo Shao curled his lip, stood up cleanly and neatly, smiling: "Alright, with your words, being able to participate in fair competition is fine. Also, one question: was the person who just called your nephew?"

"How so?" Chen Guoliang looked at him warily.

"Nothing, I just like doing business. A professional businessman; if there's a chance, I'd also like to do business with your nephew." Mo Shaoqiu laughed hehe: "If you have anything, just find me; anything can be discussed."

After saying this, he left through the front door.

Secretary Liu, sitting at the door pricking his ears, still didn't understand how Young Master Mo had guessed the source of the phone call.

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