Chapter 287

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Mordor naturally wanted to sell more arms, but he didn't want to trade too large an amount the first time, so he laughed and said: "Right now there are only 5 sets of Milan, 1.75 million US dollars, plus 10% shipping, local delivery."

If it were a proper state-to-state transaction, 50,000 US dollars could buy a whole set of Milan Anti-tank Missiles. Many African countries' bulk purchase prices aren't much higher either. At a time when Britain, France, and Germany are all re-equipping, connected gentlemen might get Milan 1 without spending a penny; Mordor's cost is certainly below a quarter.

A mere risk, earning over a million US dollars; no wonder arms brokers can eat caviar and drink French Champagne.

Chen Yi looked at Mordor deeply. He was actually wearing the "Listening Scroll", but because their native languages differed, the Listening Scroll's effect was weaker. However, Mordor's worry could still be heard.

The other party didn't want to go all in on the first transaction.

Chen Yi agreed with this point, so he didn't say much more, only: "Just at this price."

Mordor laughed happily: "Delivery tomorrow."

"Mm... alright."

"You need to pay a portion of the deposit."

"How about 300,000 US dollars?"

Mordor nodded.

Chen Yi picked up the phone to the bank, transferred the money to Mordor, and laughed: "70s missiles, they won't expire, right?"

"We use them ourselves, no problem." Mordor stood up, patted the dust off himself, and added: "Since coming to Germany you haven't had time to visit the market, right? Let me treat you to some famous local meat soup..."

"I'll just play by myself." Chen Yi said, raising his mobile phone to gesture; that unpleasant ringtone sounded again.

"Then... see you tomorrow. This Milan set stays here, you take a good look." Mordor laughed and left. 2 million US dollars was no small sum; many Eastern European merchants shipping thousands or tens of thousands of AKs only earn several tens of thousands of US dollars — that's hard-earned money; where could they find the ease of his local delivery? Two vehicles, four people, driving over a thousand kilometers to complete the trade.

Chen Yi waited until he couldn't see anyone, then pressed the answer key and said solemnly: "I am Chen Yi, who is this?"

His tone was still in the arms-trading state.

Sitting in his office, Principal Tan Tianhua listened with utter depression; he had been principal for 12 years, yet had to call a maritime phone to reach a student...

Tan Tianhua thought darkly: Today's long string of numbers counts as breaking his international-call cherry; it's just that this Chen Yi really is too... forget it, who made him Chen Yi.

A Chen Family man!

"Hello, I am Tan Tianhua." Principal Tan sounded like he was calling a strange colleague.

"Oh, Principal, hello." Chen Yi had just taken Jin Douna's call, only now recalling Tan Tianhua's name.

He held the huge maritime phone in one hand, turned back, picked up the Random Chest, got into the Raptor, and had the little lizard drive toward the town. He actually knew what Tan Tianhua wanted, but he didn't want to do it.

Chen Yi neither spoke nor asked; Principal Tan had no choice, pinched his nose, and recited the Cornell University invitation, even gilding his own face: "I asked a few friends; they say Cornell's academic exchange invited you and Han He because of the paper published in JPE. Our country only had that one article in JPE this year — not bad. Also, the paper received unanimous praise in this year's economics discussions; at the academic exchange you'll certainly have to give a speech. This is a very good opportunity; wasting it would be a pity. I've already had Professor Lei and several Lecturers prepare; you go back to school now and prepare properly for a period of time; don't disgrace Jiangning University's reputation at the economics forum."

The last two sentences finally carried a bit of a principal's momentum.

Too bad Chen Yi isn't an ordinary student; he snorted twice, thinking: What "only one published this year"? It's only June now; the year is only half over.

He has matters as numerous as cow hairs, the type where if you want to do things you'll never finish them. Gazing at Sorrenhofu Town right before his eyes, he touched the Anti-tank Launcher, first stored it in the Space Storage Ring, then laughed: "Principal, I'm out of town; how about I conveniently go back during final exams."

Final exams are end-of-month matters; by then the daylilies would be cold; how could one cheat then.

The principal was so angry his teeth itched, yet his voice was as intimate as if courting a female student: "No need for such trouble. You can publish in JPE — that's Jiangning University's glory, and your personal glory, right? Final exams? Forget it."

Not taking final exams and still passing — many students' lifelong expectation.

If it were an ordinary student, the principal certainly wouldn't say this — actually, who would decline a chance for a state-funded trip to the United States?

But Tan Tianhua knew Chen Yi isn't a normal student; he really is busy. Look at the chaos in Jiangning Officialdom, look at Gold Source International Company and Jinsheng Securities Company blazing away; he's a vice-ministerial official himself, knows plenty of inside information; that's why he went with the flow and waived the final exams.

"Final exams, trivial." Chen Yi instead took control, laughing: "That exchange activity — if you say I must go, I can."

"Oh, but it's still better to come back first; Professor Lei and them can help you review." This was the principal's second time saying this.

Chen Yi instantly realized: Tan Tianhua wants to cheat!

Cornell University's academic exchange — if they just go for a spin and come back, it's a decent harvest for Professor Lei or the Finance Academy, but for a principal it's slightly insufficient.

If Professor Lei and the others could help fabricate a paper, present it at the exchange, best if it awes the whole venue — that result would be solid. If Professor Lei went himself, clearly he couldn't achieve this; but if two enrolled students did it, that at least proves Jiangning University's faculty strength... and Chen Yi certainly wouldn't refuse.

He really calculates well.

Chen Yi curled his lip, not finding it unexpected. An official who doesn't want political achievements isn't a good sow; a sow that doesn't want to climb a tree isn't a good Party Member. He parked the car in front of a hotel with English "hotel", half-true half-false to Tan Tianhua: "Principal, you and I go back on time; but final exams I'll still take myself. I think getting a National Scholarship is still possible."

If the Dean heard, he might spit blood. How many National Scholarships does one academy have? In an ordinary university, an academy might only have a few slots.

Of course, Tan Tianhua surely has a few flexible quotas. Hearing Chen Yi's request, he pondered a moment, then said: "You come back tomorrow; I'll find you a National Scholarship. A JPE paper — many teachers can't get one; getting a scholarship is deserved."

"Then thank you. I'll go back the day after tomorrow; the ticket is booked."

Tan Tianhua "pa" hung up the phone, thinking: If not for the Chen Clan's rise, would this old man have to suffer this idle anger?

Just then another student came to the door; Tan Tianhua raged even more: "Which academy are you from? Why didn't you knock?"

"Principal Tan, I'm Yun Hangsheng, third-year Economics Academy. Heard you were looking for me..."

The principal's face changed, then cleared: "Oh, Minister Yun's son, right? Come come come, don't be so restrained..."

This side, Chen Yi also stayed at Sorrenhofu's "Travel Holiday" Hotel. After paying cash, he found the doorman, had him find a Guide and vehicle, and strolled the streets.

In this kind of small town, Mercedes-Benz or Mercedes-Benz are common; the Ford Raptor instead appears special, and the narrow streets don't suit its posture. Chen Yi simply let the Guide drive, casually cruising the market.

A small town's pros and cons are both that it's easy to run into acquaintances. For Chen Yi, his acquaintances in Sorrenhofu are just the fossil dealers he'd met before; though he can't recall names, they are extremely enthusiastic — people who can spend 100,000 US dollars aren't many; Chinese people even fewer.

"China Chen, let me buy you Beer." Feng Ji Bei Er saw Chen Yi and was delighted, practically like seeing US Dollars. This Baglia young man had grown a big belly probably since youth. Small-town life isn't as wonderful as imagined; when bored to the extreme, besides fiddling with fossils one can only pass days drinking Beer.

Chen Yi laughed, took the Beer, and took a big sip. Qingdao Beer Beer Beer is the continuation of German Beer; just that after so many years, the taste difference has grown larger and larger.

"What do you want this time?"

"If I could get an Archaeopteryx fossil, that would be great." Chen Yi joked, casually wandering the greenhouse-style Room.

"Recently there are some soft-tissue fossils unearthed, just the price is higher. Do you like squid?"

"How much?"

"$60,000, 70% of the organization is present."

Yet a fossil was worth more than an anti-tank missile. Chen Yi paid the money and received a fossil unique to Solnhofen — ordinary fossils could no longer excite the Subway, buying them would be more of a waste.

Feng Ji Bei Er, relying on the gap while checking accounts, pulled Chen Yi aside and asked: "If there were an Archaeopteryx fossil, how much would you be willing to pay?"

"You have one?" Chen Yi did not answer this question at all. The Archaeopteryx fossil is the most famous fossil in the world; if one absolutely had to say what fossil could compare in fame, the sweeping term "dinosaur fossil" might count, as for Peking Man and the like, although their reputation domestically is not small, they still cannot compare to the Archaeopteryx.

Not only that, almost all excavated Archaeopteryx specimens have known names, surnames, and collection locations; discussing price is meaningless.

Feng Ji Bei Er guessed Chen Yi's thoughts and gave a crafty laugh: "It's the Standard Specimen."

"Oh?" Chen Yi raised an eyebrow. The Standard Specimen was excavated in 1958; compared to specimens excavated before and after, its shape could be described as fragmented, with only vague feather impressions. Because it was once exhibited in Standard, it is called the "Standard Specimen," but by 1992, after its discoverer and owner died, the specimen's whereabouts became unknown. This is also the only Archaeopteryx fossil to have disappeared.

"How about it?"

"You have it?"

"Of course, you can inspect the goods."

"How much do you want?"

"$10 million." Feng Bei Ji Er gritted his teeth hard.

Chen Yi laughed heartily, gave him the $60,000 for the squid fossil, and turned to leave.

$10 million for a genuine Archaeopteryx fossil is absolutely a bargain, but the Standard Specimen is thoroughly of unclear origin.

The maritime phone rang again, this time it was the Dean of the Finance Academy, but the content had nothing new.

Returning to the hotel to rest for a night, early the next day, Mordor came to complete the transaction. Equipment had not even arrived by noon; Chen Yi had a sudden idea and stopped him: "Are you in a hurry to go back?"

"Want a drink?" Mordor laughed loudly.

Chen Yi produced a bottle of beer for him and said: "Do you have any power locally?"

"I know a few nearby friends, and I brought three people with me."

"Oh, then can you accompany me to see someone?"

"Of course no problem." Mordor, having received $2 million, was in a very good mood.

Chen Yi immediately pulled a group of people to Feng Ji Bei Er's greenhouse.

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