Chapter 282

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Peace often arrives only after the ambitious and the arrogantly self-important fail; the new victors not only enjoy the glory of triumph, but also possess the qualification to continue being arrogant and continue being ambitious.

Yu Weichao hoped to bathe in the radiance of glory, but when the radiance of victory truly enveloped him, he quietly shrank back — prestige is always erected inadvertently; Chen Yi effortlessly captured the commander of tens of thousands of troops, this achievement alone inspires awe, let alone the interests everyone is entangled in. Yu Weichao asked himself and had not a shred of military merit, so he did not dare discuss postwar matters with Ma La's envoy "Sir Muse"...

She Lei and Li Changning and the others were even less qualified.

Thus, amidst the intentional and unintentional actions of both sides, Grand Knight Silva and Sir Lu Fu were quietly forgotten by everyone.

There were no negotiations between the two sides, no communication, and naturally no more war.

The Xima Highway continued forward, the barracks slowly retreated, and finally disappeared without a trace. No one came to interfere with the highway's construction; the tree sentries and hidden forts on both sides of the road were restored, the 25 fallen native soldiers received a collective funeral with salute fire, and the pension of one conch shell per person made eyes burn with envy.

Traveling merchants unseen for days returned to West River Water Fortress, bringing various foods and daily necessities. Villagers from ten li and eight villages came in a daze, unaware of the battle that had just occurred. Some people, with nothing better to do, went treasure hunting on the battlefield; occasionally the lucky ones got a piece or two of metal, but most were still willing to earn money at the construction site — the treatment of two copper coins every seven days was the best within several hundred kilometers — farther than that, no one knew what it was like.

The frequency of wars on the West Continent had long since tempered a set of thick nerves; basically no one cared about the relationship between West River Water Fortress and Ma La, except for those affiliated villages — the common people did not care who had the advantage or disadvantage.

Whoever pays the most is the boss. Universal across the cosmos — except for the communist world.

Chen Yi, bringing four Yun Village people and the unconscious silver-helmeted knight, boarded the returning subway.

They all had hoods put on them, their ears and noses also plugged, completely unaware of what happened outside; Chen Yi conveniently also took away several hundred kilograms of paper — after proving West River Water Fortress's combat power, the old formula paper machine previously hauled over restarted; although production efficiency was low, for the Holy Qiao Kingdom's demand level, this paper merely supplemented their daily consumption.

Any government is accustomed to high consumption; now Grand Mage Timothy had already begun imagining restoring the Holy Qiao Kingdom's past glory, and under a three-front war, the only way to sustain consumption was to rely on large quantities of magic scrolls.

The transaction ended, and the subway quickly returned beneath Chen's Store in Jiangning. Chen Yi deliberately glanced at the silver-helmeted knight; this was a noble knight of no great height, his fair skin covered in many scars, his whole person looking as if he had been beaten swollen in a gym.

He was Yin Senyong, legitimate son of the Yin Sen Family, a Temple Knight of the Fire God Temple, one of the top batch of people on the West Continent; for city-states like Ma La, such a knight was like a returned overseas student in the Republican era, able to arbitrarily find a good position in a certain city-state. Of course, their excellent performance had been proven over thousands of years.

Such knights possess knowledge reserves that ordinary city-state knights lack; they received almost the best education on the West Continent, are familiar with temples, proud and with the capital to be proud. This was also the main reason Chen Yi brought him back to Jiangning — such a knight obviously had more value.

In terms of martial force alone, the level of Body Technique Tier Three represents his physical qualities exceeding the limits normal humans can reach; his combat power should belong to the level capable of annihilating a police station, fighting in and out of an armed police squadron, strolling leisurely in a city center with a wanted notice hanging over him, but ultimately submitting under the violence of the people's democratic dictatorship's armed forces — in Chen Yi's view, a non-dangerous type.

At such a level, even the Level Two Curse Potion he possesses can exert a certain restraining effect.

"Be good." When leaving the subway, Chen Yi said in a solemn voice: "You must absolutely obey my orders; you are not allowed to leave my side or the activity range I set; you are not allowed to actively communicate with anyone; do not have any actions or attitudes that arouse my suspicion, otherwise the punishment will be extremely severe."

"I'm not afraid of you." The silver-helmeted knight grimaced in pain, yet his face was defiant and unruly.

"The next time you speak like this, I'll castrate you." Chen Yi's attitude was even worse than his. Although there was no konjac and West Continent people fundamentally couldn't understand Chinese, to guarantee the subway's fragile safety and the West Continent's existence, he had to eliminate all future troubles.

The silver-helmeted knight froze for a moment, not challenging Chen Yi's seriousness. The other Yun Village people had long been silent as winter cicadas, only staring wide-eyed at such a grand and solid house.

The subway station beneath Chen Family Department Store had been transformed into Chen Yi's exclusive parking lot. The parking lot was built very high; inside, not only could large oil tankers pass, but it could also fit at least five container trucks. If not for fear of being investigated, Chen Yi even wanted to knock through the second and third floors, just for this parking lot.

Chen Yi threw out the little lizard; after waiting just over ten minutes, he saw freshly produced raptors that didn't need to eat oil. The five gentlemen from the West Continent had never seen a mage, but they had seen magic equipment; they clicked their tongues in wonder, yet did not cry out in alarm.

"Where to?" The little lizard shouted excitedly; the West Continent had bored him to death, not to mention the terrible roads everywhere, he couldn't even get up to speed — truly suffering.

"To the light curtain, see if they can get out." Chen Yi said, chanting "scum," took his mobile phone out from his ring, and called everyone who needed to be notified.

This time, the time he had been away was long enough.

The martial arts hall had finally settled down; in less than two months, over 10,000 bottles of Luotie Potion had been distributed inside, but the Tier One potion had risen from 50,000 yuan before Chen Yi left, shooting up to 100,000 yuan, and Tier Four and Five potions reached 200,000 yuan, enough to buy a small factory.

Despite this, because the martial arts hall's doubled treatment and elimination method, everyone knew the divine oil would still rise, but whether to sell or buy, whether for personal use or hoarding, for every student was a decision that could affect their whole life.

The newly recruited 18th, 19th, and 20th batches of students numbered 150, 220, and 320 respectively. In just three months, the number of martial arts hall students increased by about 50%, not counting those converted to staff. The once big brothers of batches one, two, and three, if they hadn't reached Body Technique Tier Two, had all been converted to workers.

Liu Xinyu received Chen Yi's call and immediately spoke of this matter, saying: "Earlier, eight students sold all their Luotie Potions directly, then saved up money, wanting to leave the martial arts hall. I told them, one day in the martial arts hall, a lifetime in the martial arts hall, persuaded them to wait until you return to decide."

"They don't want to be workers?"

"The first six batches of students have loyalty basically around A-level, control coefficient also high; six bottles of potion a week is 300,000, over a month they've earned millions, who would want to earn 3,000 yuan a month."

Chen Yi chuckled, saying: "Development is the hard truth; look, the problems that used to give us headaches, now they've naturally resolved themselves."

As he spoke, he looked at the back. The few people in the car didn't know which temple site they had arrived at, only staring blankly at his phone.

Liu Xinyu said disapprovingly: "If students all want to leave to do business in the future, what then?"

"Back then there were also students who wanted to be workers, later they regretted it." Chen Yi finished, paused, then said: "Students are the martial arts hall's wealth; you not letting them leave is right. Here's the plan: you go talk to them; any martial arts hall student who wants to do business can get low-interest loans from inside the martial arts hall, or request joint investment. Joint investment requires examining their projects; loans don't. Also, create gaps based on different student levels; prepare the specifics, show me, then announce in the martial arts hall."

"How low-interest?"

"Not collecting interest for two or three years is fine too." Chen Yi said with deep pockets: "The amount of loans and joint investment, the degree and time of low interest, must all be linked to their student levels; in principle, our share in the joint venture company must not exceed 49%; loans can be determined by their Body Technique levels. Must tell the students still in the martial arts hall: Body Technique level is fundamental; one million, hmph."

If one million could buy a Body Technique Tier Six student, Chen Yi would pay willingly; the West Continent is like a big piece of gold, what's lacking now are miners to mine it.

Liu Xinyu's thoughts were similar; she immediately added: "I think students leaving the martial arts hall can count as graduation, thereby becoming peripheral members of the martial arts hall. We retain their files in the martial arts hall and continue tracking. That way, if we have business needs later, we can also encourage graduated martial arts hall students to do them."

"Mm, not bad." Chen Yi pondered a moment, then instantly said: "Graduated students, besides doing business, can also be absorbed into the martial arts hall's management; also the former workers, we promised to raise salaries and treatment; you can also select appropriate members to convert to management staff..."

"Scope of work?" Liu Xinyu guessed he definitely didn't just want to manage the martial arts hall.

Chen Yi indeed smiled, saying: "Evaluation of loyalty and controllability must continue; with this many people now, you alone probably can't handle it; selecting some suitable workers is good too. Also..."

He hesitated slightly, saying: "You can imitate the current government's institutional personnel structure, in a streamlined way, build a framework."

Liu Xinyu looked at Chen Yi in shock. Although he put it tactfully, how could Liu Xinyu not hear it — if they really built a framework following the government's institutional personnel, wouldn't that be a state within a state? Coupled with the martial arts hall's development potential, this had a huge difference from the company group model.

Chen Yi having spoken, just smiled and looked at Liu Xinyu.

Only faint electric current sounds came through the phone; after a long while, Liu Xinyu said: "I'll establish the archive room first, the inspection team continues developing unchanged, and also set up an investment office and a government affairs office."

"Mm, can absorb some talented people into the martial arts hall, give them favorable conditions; of course, must also establish files; both indicators must ultimately reach A-level or above."

Liu Xinyu crisply said "Okay," ending the call amid excitement and unease.

This is the real secret organization!

Compared to the "Human Development Research Society's" trembling, hesitant moves, Chen Yi's strides are so large, yet so reasonable.

Perhaps, really able to open up a new frontier in Jiangning!

Liu Xinyu's hand pressed on the phone, couldn't help taking a pen from the drawer, recording everything she had just thought of.

Chen Yi then asked Uncle about Jiangning's political circle changes, then about the two companies and Zhu Guangliang's deception mission; by the time these things were done, the raptor had already stopped at the light curtain, motionless.

"Can't bring them out." The little lizard answered thus.

Chen Yi let out a reassured "oh," and as expected, drove back. Binjiang Metro Station was in the city's prosperous area; the Grade A hospitals there included not only Ningbo City Second People's Hospital, but also Ningbo Army General Hospital — a single phone call later, the latter had prepared everything for admission.

When Chen Yi's car arrived, the Emergency Room Director and the Deputy Director of Surgery at the Army General Hospital were already waiting outside. The former took a rough look, then said with a smile, "Old Ke, he's yours."

"I'm Ke Yu." The Deputy Director of Surgery introduced himself, performed a brief examination, then signaled the nurses to send the patient to the Operating Room, saying, "It's been a bit long; we'll do our best to save his leg."

He was a Xijing native under forty, his Mandarin very standard. Two physicians accompanied him.

"What's the probability, what help do you need?" Chen Yi ordered Wu Yun and the others to stay in the vehicle, instructed Raptor to watch them well, then chased after to ask.

"Depends on the extent of his nerve damage." The Deputy Director was unwilling to give a definite answer, then added, "Gunshot wounds must be reported to the Police and the Military Police."

"Wait." Chen Yi grabbed the nurse who was going to report, saying, "I'm going in with you. You don't need to worry about the reporting."

If the Deputy Director hadn't known he had background, he would certainly have scolded him; enduring it, he said, "Can't do it. The hospital has hospital regulations."

"Whose regulations."

"What?"

"You said the hospital has hospital regulations — who can change the regulations?" Chen Yi asked again, his hand still resting on the ambulance stretcher. He couldn't let Yin Senyong enter the Operating Room alone; don't be fooled by his half-dead appearance now — if he gets sensitive to needles or surgical knives later and fights desperately, escaping Jiangning might be impossible, but turning the Army General Hospital into a river of blood would be no problem.

The Deputy Director lowered his head, didn't stop walking, thought a moment, then said, "The Vice President in charge of the Operating Room writes a note, with sufficient reason. Surname Wang."

"I don't know the Vice President; I'll have the President come down." Chen Yi said "scum," pretended to fish for his phone in his pocket, but actually took it out from his Space Storage Ring.

The Deputy Director was also a young man in his thirties; hearing the password "scum," he thought Chen Yi was insulting him, so he decisively said, "Even if the President comes it's useless; there must be a note."

He relied on technical expertise to make a living; with his status as a Business Backbone, he truly didn't need to care about the President's unreasonable orders.

Chen Yi frowned, but the nurse had already pushed the patient into the Operating Room and blocked him, saying, "We're about to do surgery, please..."

"Move." Chen Yi forcibly squeezed his way in, standing near the operating table.

"I need to change clothes now." Ke Yu said, "If you're still here when I come out, I won't do the surgery."

Chen Yi saw things had deadlocked, but he couldn't just leave the man on the operating table waiting, right?

The Deputy Director gave a smug smile and leisurely went inside to change clothes.

Chen Yi shook his head, then ordered the nurse himself, "You go call the Emergency Room Director from just now, maintain the situation."

The nurse hesitated a moment, didn't move.

"Still not going fast? You responsible if he dies?" Chen Yi's voice carried fighting spirit, startling even the outer door glass into trembling.

Waiting for the stupid nurse to run out, he picked up the phone again, called the Military Region Logistics Department Director, also his granduncle's old subordinate Liu Kang, explained his demand in a few sentences, without giving any reason at all.

But it was enough.

Because the Chen Family Old Master had appeared several times recently, each time accompanied by Chen Yi's figure, plus his own good development, therefore within the Chen Family Power he maintained a vague inheritance right. Liu Kang heard it was a matter of life and death, naturally didn't dare delay, contacted the Health Department Director under the Logistics Department, and then the Army General Hospital President.

In a moment's Kung Fu, the President called Chen Yi's mobile phone, tone humble: "Hello Mr. Chen, I'm Army General Hospital President Yuan Baizang."

"Same as before — your Deputy Director of Surgery Ke Yu refuses to operate. I need you to come down immediately, bring a doctor who can operate, to..." Chen Yi lifted his head, asked, "Where is this?"

"Operating Room No. 5." A physician hurriedly answered.

"To Operating Room No. 5. On the double!" Chen Yi said viciously, then immediately hung up.

Ke Yu had just finished changing and came out, heard Chen Yi's call, somewhat worried and somewhat unhappy; in his eyes this was naturally a naked snitching call. Of course, the President had Personnel Authority; he also worried his Deputy Director title would be removed, so he said again, "Mr. Chen, I've prepared for surgery; you can watch from above."

Above Operating Room No. 5 was a transparent Observation Room, seating a dozen or so people, normally not open, used for intern doctors and students to observe large surgeries.

Chen Yi shook his head, thinking: If I sit up there, and the Stage 3 Knight goes berserk, how many lives do you have to survive?

With this delay, the Emergency Room Director who was called earlier had already arrived; he didn't want to mix into Chen Yi and Ke Yu's affair, pretended to know nothing while checking Vital Signs, then asked nonsense: "Blood Type measured? Blood Plasma delivered? All move fast, Intravenous Fluid hung..."

The President really came running down. A man in his fifties, panting while clutching a phone, saw Chen Yi and smiled: "Please wait a moment, I've already called the Surgery Director over; he was in the Ward Area, distance is farther."

Done, he glared at Ke Yu without any concealment. The Military Region Logistics Department Health Division held the Life and Death Power over all hospitals; the Logistics Department Director's direct order must be executed without any discount; right now he wanted to take a surgical knife and chop off Ke Yu's fingers.

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