Chapter 307: Only I Have Unique Law Chapter 307 Religious Matters Don't Count as Stealing (1)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi was savoring the passion of being at an altitude of 30,000 feet again, not very willing to speak. Stanik guessed some of it, but deliberately chattered on endlessly there.

Fang Zhong's mouth corner twitched into a slight smile, then quickly withdrew it, coughed once, and said: "Economics is a good book, a classic work, I read it when I was in school."

As long as it could annoy Chen Yi, Stanik didn't care who he spoke to. He immediately spoke without stopping: "When I read this book, I didn't think about pure economics; I was thinking, whether a country is strong or not can be seen from their textbooks. Americans' textbooks are economics classics, ours are not up to par, and various cities don't have unified plans. I see China does have unified plans, but China's economists are too terrible, making wrong decisions time and again, and influencing China's political decisions; calling them advisors is truly unqualified."

Fang Zhong originally wanted to say a sentence to cover it up, but Stanik forced him to respond: "China is not like Europe, unable to hire foreign economists as advisors to central leadership, but the decisions of these years haven't had too many errors."

He had to say this, because Chen Yi's grandfather was once someone with the power to make decisions; Stanik was indirectly splashing onto the Chen Family.

Stanik hehe laughed twice, patted Chen Yi's shoulder, and said: "What do you say?"

If speaking of in China, what type of woman he personally likes most, it must be a woman like Liu Xinyu who has intelligence and also a great mind. Unfortunately, under the radiance of Christ, unless the Holy See orders it, it's impossible for him to have a girlfriend. Finding a little boy might allow him to share one or two things with a bishop.

Of course, this didn't hinder him from disturbing Chen Yi to alleviate his own envy.

Speaking of his own people, Chen Yi used a teasing tone: "Actually, I think China's economists and leaders are the same; everyone decides their head based on their butt, decides others' butt and head by slapping their head; in terms of level, leaders might be a bit better."

"Why?"

"Leaders have more chances to slap their heads; a high position means a high win rate, just like throwing dice; gamblers who make a lot of money must have some skill. A leader who can win after slapping his head so many times is a leader with talent; ordinary economists can't compare to them."

Everyone laughed, and this topic was considered dropped.

Chen Yi fell into deep thought. East Asia and Central Asia were eternal pains in the Chen Family's heart, and also one of the important reasons affecting his grandfather's downfall; if this problem could be solved, then the main obstacle for his grandfather to return to Xijing would be considered solved.

Of course, this problem wasn't so easy to solve; at least it was difficult to solve through normal channels; otherwise, with so many people in the Chen Clan, who wouldn't want to undertake this sky-shaking great feat of protection?

However, thinking from another angle, upper-class people cherish their feathers and are restrained in many ways; lower-class figures have limited ability and too little power; instead, his own identity and ability were very suitable to make a move or two.

Thinking here, Chen Yi suddenly felt his thinking today was truly clear; could it be that sitting at an altitude of 30,000 feet would make one think further?

He smiled secretly, circulated battle qi toward outside the cabin, trying to feel the cold wind and sharpness outside, imagining the day the Chen Family returns to its peak.

The airplane's fast flight caused a large amount of battle qi to remain in the air; the battle qi attached only to the fuselage could still function. Chen Yi didn't consider so much, just continuously surged out battle qi, then surged out again, until not a single bit remained in his body, then continuously dispersed the energy drawn from the Magic Net.

The sky gradually darkened. The flight time from Jiangning to Rome exceeded 15 hours; after the charter plane arrived, they still had to transfer to a helicopter or automobile to reach the Vatican.

Others gradually entered dreamland; only Chen Yi, unknowingly, continued to disperse energy.

Drawing energy from the Magic Net became increasingly difficult, but he seemed unaware; if it were usual times, he definitely wouldn't do such a troublesome thing, after all his Magic Net affinity was extremely strong, and source energy would let him comfortably convert battle qi, but today was after all his first large-scale physical exercise; during the process there was physiological stimulation, and after finishing... similarly affected by various hormones in the brain...

Liu Xinyu slept very soundly; for her, although she had received similar education, doing it for the first time at an altitude of 30,000 feet—excitement was excitement, fatigue was fatigue, perhaps there was also a bit of not knowing how to comport herself.

The public jet in the air was like a lonely and dirty bird; it faced the wind, brave and fearless; it excreted airflow, unrestrained. Its silver-white exterior was light and pure, covering its steel bulkiness and fuel's murkiness.

In the world under the Magic Net's cover, it was like countries on a spider web; every touch point represented a strand of force's attachment. No spider could truly occupy it, but always at some moment, there was a touch point that felt all the vibrations.

Although it was only a moment.

Chen Yi once again felt the existence of the "Energy Spring"; then came the overflowing energy, or rather, overflowing battle qi.

"Could it be... leveled up? Battle Skill Level 9?" Chen Yi felt the changes in his body; that was a critical point, as if he could feel a wider world, but it seemed he hadn't yet obtained...

He couldn't help but be delighted; Battle Skill top level meant being able to withstand Level 8 Potions and Scrolls; most importantly, it was only one step away from Divine Art.

"What's wrong?" Stanik sat up groggily.

"Nothing; after arriving in Rome, I'll still need you to trouble yourself."

"Small matter. Sleep for a while; could it be you want to do something else?" Stanik hehe laughed twice, finally ran out of strength, and turned over to sleep himself.

The private jet's environment was quite good, allowing people to half-recline and rest, but there definitely weren't so many separate rooms.

Chen Yi laughed twice, only feeling himself full of energy; he couldn't help but open his computer, pull out a pile of economics papers inside, and read them carefully.

The next day, the airplane smoothly landed at Fiumicino Airport; Chen Yi actively invited Liu Xinyu, but when leaving, he received a note Ya Wen stuffed for him, with a pencil written on it: I can bring Ning Xueyan to play together.

Chen Yi's little heart jumped twice, then was pulled away by the vigilant Liu Xinyu.

"Going to the Holy See now?" Stanik habitually called the Vatican this way.

"Mm."

"White taxis are officially recognized taxis; trains and buses can also go to Rome City Center if you plan to tour." Stanik acted like a responsible guide; after smiling, he said: "Of course, we take the Holy See's car."

Three beautiful Bentleys were parked in the waiting area; Chen Yi asked: "Will this be affected?"

"Rest assured; they are old-school people and don't care about some tourists' matters."

Naked Bear and others got into the rear luxury car; Chen Yi, Liu Xinyu, and Stanik sat in Car Number One; the space inside wasn't small, somewhat like a short version of a pitch-black airplane.

After Stanik pulled a bottle of red wine from under the seat, he smiled: "The Church's vehicles have one flaw: no wine cabinet, no cigar box; I had George get a local product; try some?"

"Fine; hmm... about the information on the Samothrace Column, did you find it?"

"In the warehouse behind the Sistine Chapel... that thing isn't small." Stanik didn't think he just wanted to look, but it didn't matter; in the Vatican, there were no fewer cases of guards stealing than charity organizations.

"Mm." Chen Yi leaned against the soft chair back. The Samothrace Column was a Roman column he saw at the Vatican delegation's banquet; that day, through a Perception Scroll, he discovered it was actually a structure of inner and outer layers—the inside was a natural mixture from 1700 years ago, the outside was carving from 2300 years ago.

This structure was very unreasonable, but the past was the past. But now, as Chen Yi once again through fossils and the screen gifted by Mark raised the Subway's level, he couldn't help but think of that Roman column. After all, the Catholic Church wasn't an ordinary institution; at least for now, they were potential Temple Owners; in other words, the strange Roman column might also have the same rental.

Chen Yi had to look at it at least once more.

Stanik promised to arrange; the group smoothly arrived at the Vatican. Today was a Sunday; crowds happily came to tour this world's smallest country; tourists of different races could be seen everywhere; their density was no less than domestic tourist cities; on the spacious and hot stone slabs, travelers sitting on the ground were everywhere, among whom whites were the majority.

Chen Yi hehe laughed and said: "I thought only China had this kind of touring method."

"They are just well-dressed, rich Chinese tourists." Liu Xinyu evaluated thus.

Stanik pretended not to see, hung his nameplate and passed through all the way; from time to time he would also overtake the crowds queuing; if one had to say where was more advanced, foreigners' queuing culture was worth learning.

A country the size of a golf ball, but its money-absorbing efficiency couldn't be compared by ten thousand golf courses; Chen Yi sighed in admiration and softly said: "We'll start from the Sistine Chapel."

Chen Yi stuffed the Hidden Camera Zhu Guangliang gave him into his pocket and followed Stanik forward all the way.

The Sistine Chapel was built according to the description of Solomon's Temple in "Kings"; only 40.25 meters long, 13.41 meters wide; after completion in 1481, mural creation began; among them, Michelangelo's murals starting from 1508 were the most representative. Searching for information on this tiny Vatican Papal State, Chen Yi believed this place was most likely an altar-like location—if faith on Earth could produce Divine Art.

The Sistine Chapel was originally the Pope's private chapel; the result of autocratic systems ancient and modern, foreign and domestic, was the same; the Pope, as Europe's century-long ruler, enjoyed various imperial products like the Chinese emperor, and privately possessed them to the maximum extent. As the most famous sculptor at the time, Michelangelo, for the Pope's desire, dedicated his eyes and a neck like a giraffe's—that was an occupational disease produced after continuously working with head raised; for the proud, it was a strong warning.

In the era when the Pope permitted visits, the Sistine Chapel was likewise open to the public, only smoking and photography were not allowed inside; Stanik forced his way through with his face, bypassing the many queuers, and got the two of them inside.

Liu Xinyu instantly lost herself in the colorful, majestic giant frescoes, feeling as if the prophets on the dome were about to descend. Chen Yi, however, felt not the slightest stirring, single-mindedly adjusting the surveillance camera's angle, trying to shoot the small chapel entirely into it.

"The Samothrace Column is in the warehouse behind the chapel." Stanik took the opportunity to point it out to him.

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