Chapter 317: Only I Am Unique Chapter 317: An Uneasy Meeting (1)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi's silence indeed caused Liu Shouyi unease.

In the free world, all power can ultimately be converted into economic control. And within the system, the same simulation can apply. If the world is a game, the stat of a skill-less poor person equals 1, while the stat of a skill-less rich person equals their multiple of wealth compared to the poor.

Chen Yi's power came from the Chen Family's control over China's economy, and also from his own economic control; the former was a balancing force, the latter a weight on the balance scale.

Facing everyone at "Gold Source International," which generated $100 million in profit per week, $400 million per month, and over $5 billion in the past year, Liu Shouyi ultimately grew timid.

Sitting on the top floor of an office on Changping Street in Xijing, Liu Shouyi watched the government cars, business cars, and buses coming and going below, and asked his female secretary: "Do you think Chen Yi looks down on that money? Or does he want to make things unpleasant for us?"

Since Liu Shouyi started doing business, his former lover had become his female secretary. Liu Shouyi's old man had gone from government offices to local posts, from local posts back to ministries/commissions, and from positions to enterprises; Liu Shouyi's company had also grown from a shell company into an import-export trading company, from one to two, four, and now he didn't know how many without checking records. And Miss Di had gone from General Manager's secretary to Chairman's secretary; in fact there was hardly any group company, and most companies' legal representatives were Di Meimei. In this regard alone, Liu Shouyi's trust in Di Meimei exceeded that for his wife.

Di Meimei knew Liu Shouyi was unwilling to spend money; according to him: "Even as a Prince Party member, if you have to give money to others, what's the point of being a Prince Party member?"

Fortunately she had considered this issue, so she said: "I remember Mo Shaoqiu seems to know Chen Yi; why not ask him to go out and sound things out?"

"Mo Shaoqiu?" Liu Shouyi frowned and said: "Mo Shao's appetite isn't small, and besides, sigh, I'm just afraid Chen Yi's appetite is too big."

"He's someone who makes several hundred million US dollars a month." Di Meimei was very jealous.

Gold Source International could hide for three or five months, but ultimately couldn't hide for one or two years. And Tang Xiongfei in the United States was no longer purely engaged in high-frequency trading and lightning trading; he had already begun operating short-term debts, even using ample funds to buy up stocks and bonds, equivalent to being a downstream contractor for investment banks. He had always been seeking to establish a hedge fund, even hiring relevant staff at one point, but never obtained Chen Yi's approval. The latter still regarded Gold Source International as a chicken that lays golden eggs, not a sturdy fighting cock. Chinese people were not without experience in capital operations and capital investment abroad, but aside from sure-win transactions like high-frequency trading, at best they would win a segment of an event, ultimately losing everything—Wall Street is not Charity Street, the racial discrimination there is far worse than people imagine, and Chinese people who haven't paid enough tuition wanting to take food from Wall Street's platter would certainly need ten or a hundred times the ability. Tang Xiongfei wasn't ready yet, and Chen Yi himself might not be prepared either.

Liu Shouyi would only worry more because Chen Yi had money, and said: "No one thinks money is troublesome; do you think those foreign philanthropists are really doing it for charity? They use charitable money to exchange for power, even for votes. No one is shrewder than a businessman; Chen Yi might just open his mouth wide like a lion."

"Actually I said back then, just agree to give him thirty percent."

"He says thirty percent of 8.4 million, so I give 8.4 million? What if it rises again tomorrow?" Liu Shouyi was angry in his heart and said: "Furthermore, when he bought watered-down oil, he didn't say he was Chen Yi; heaven knows what he bought it back for. Now there's trouble, and he sends a little girl out front; why doesn't he send his family's dog to deliver a letter? Right? The Chen Family old man has already stepped down, but he can't be so overbearing; my Liu Family people are still sitting above. What? Second-generation heirs of central enterprises don't count as people? The former head of AVIC even went back to serve as a minister."

The reasons behind were the real reasons; Liu Shouyi still felt somewhat inferior before true Prince Party members. Di Meimei secretly chuckled twice and said: "I'll still have Mo Shao go ask. This Chen Yi is young and hot-tempered; don't provoke people, who knows how much money might be lost."

Speaking of money, Liu Shouyi's anger lessened; he couldn't go against money. He slapped the table and said: "Didn't Mo Shao say last time he had smuggled diesel approved? Let him deliver it himself to Liudao; after selling it, we split fifty-fifty."

"You really are; at minimum four, I'll try to negotiate fifty-fifty."

Liu Shouyi painfully agreed; once the diesel was loaded into oil tanks, who knew who was smuggling? But from entering port to superior inspections, various bribes were unavoidable; even eating and drinking with them would cost quite a bit. According to Liu Shouyi's thinking, as a Prince Party member, one should spend not a penny, use public cars, eat public food, drink public wine, live in public housing, sleep with public women; this wasn't just to save money, it was a matter of attitude. If you don't take advantage of the public, it's because you lack ability. The stricter the state demands, the more taking advantage shows ability; the greater the advantage taken, the greater the ability.

So to this day, Liu Shouyi still drove an Audi A6 obtained from the State Petroleum and Chemical Industry Bureau. Given his net worth, one car wasn't much, but to get an Audi A6 from the public was quite difficult. In Beijing, how many hall-level cadres didn't rate a car, let alone an Audi A6.

Di Meimei knew Liu Shouyi's character; he was the type who wasn't happy no matter how much he earned, but would be devastated by any loss. If it weren't for his father doing well, Liu Shouyi would probably now be a street stall storyteller.

After comforting him with a couple more sentences, Di Meimei was about to go out and call Mo Shaoqiu; Liu Shouyi again instructed: "Regarding Chen Yi's side, give a little accompaniment, but make it a one-time settlement in the end; don't go back and forth repeatedly."

He actually hadn't wanted to lose money before; he first offered 1 million to see Chen Yi's thoughts.

As a result, the other side said they didn't want it, and he worried again.

Di Meimei agreed, turned to the next room, and explained the matter clearly over the phone. She was Liu Shouyi's lover; going out to see another young master wasn't appropriate.

Originally thinking Mo Shaoqiu would definitely drive a hard bargain, as was his usual manner, unexpectedly this time, as soon as Di Meimei mentioned a fifty-fifty split, Mo Shaoqiu agreed.

"No problems, right?" Di Meimei worriedly put down her phone; when she returned to the office, her expression had changed to a successful smile.

Mo Shaoqiu licked his lips, unconsciously playing with his diamond-studded phone. His way of dealing with people was completely different from Liu Shouyi's; more like an independent, well-born, upper-class background gray-path dealer. The reason he became a gray-path dealer was that he only made money and didn't fight. But whether it was smuggling, arms dealing, or even domestic transportation businesses of unknown origin, he dared to get involved. And he had fewer subordinates, more like an old-style shell company selling document approvals.

By the 21st century, those who could still operate shell companies as middlemen, besides needing to be tough themselves, also needed sharp eyesight to know where they could get a foot in, which businesses weren't worth doing. There were many official second-generation heirs under heaven; the era of relying entirely on one's father was over. After doing business for over ten years, Mo Shaoqiu couldn't always rely on his family's leftovers; he had to take the initiative and seek food.

Businesses under heaven came in three tiers: the first tier was hiding under one's father's wings and sticking out one's tongue, with the protection of supervising leaders; usual businesses could certainly be obtained. The second tier was finding food that supervising leaders weren't interested in but was rich in profit; these things were in relatively equal competition; if one had thirty to fifty percent of an ordinary merchant's skill, one could always take a portion. The worst was the third tier: when supervising leaders themselves were interested, one had to use three to five times the effort to succeed, and was easily accused of having an ugly way of eating.

Mo Shaoqiu wasn't very interested in third-tier businesses, but he had done all the first and second-tier businesses in the north; now wanting to expand scale to the south, borrowing the Chen Family's power was obviously not bad.

Now there was an opportunity to meet Chen Yi again; he was still quite happy.

Anyway, it wasn't himself who would offend people; let Liu Shouyi go die. The earlier the meeting, the earlier the business; making money was about catching the early bird, not the late one.

Mo Shaoqiu's heart surged, as if he had already seen the scene of himself galloping across China; he almost immediately wanted to set off for Jiangning. Fortunately, before his assistant booked the airline, he called and came to tell him: "Chen Yi might attend a welcome party at their school, a freshman welcome party."

The assistant's expression was strange; the term "welcome party" hadn't been heard for some years.

"Whose news?"

"Young Master Yun's."

"Yun Hangsheng?" Mo Shaoqiu knew almost all the young masters in Beijing; the son of the Minister of Finance, of course he would know.

The assistant carefully said "Yes."

"This kid is indeed lucky; then book tomorrow's flight. You go prepare all our materials." Mo Shaoqiu watched the assistant go out, and then rubbed his hands together again.

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Students' weekends were like explosive diarrhea: coming fast, going fast.

Jiangning University's welcome party was like a grand dating show, using hormone-filled passion to summon students to participate.

Yun Hangsheng attached great importance to this welcome party; he wanted to use it to recover his precarious reputation. As an official third-generation heir who cherished his feathers, he absolutely could not let dissatisfied students continuously spread rumors of plagiarism—any language the officials disliked was rumor; the Student Union Vice President also counted as officials.

Mo Shaoqiu specially made a student card before entering the welcome party venue; only to see inside the solemn building, the entire floor was dark as night, young men and women, whether couples or not, embracing each other, showing happy smiles and lewd gazes.

"Students are indeed good." Mo Shaoqiu sighed emotionally, and began searching for Chen Yi.

He still preferred the plot of a chance encounter; that way it was easier to talk, and exits and face-saving steps were easier to find.

Chen Yi naturally brought Jin Douna to attend the welcome party after the welcome party. Actually Liu Xinyu also wanted to come; just as Jin Douna worried Lin Yuan would take advantage of the situation, she also worried Chen Yi would take advantage of the situation to "enter."

But after all it was the students' party; only Chen Yi and Jin Douna appeared at the venue.

After they entered the hall under neon lights, they knew why the boys would break pots and sell iron to attend: those pitch-black backlit windows, those dim and sparse lights, those rhythmically brisk yet sensually suggestive songs… what kind of party was this? This was clearly a self-service nightclub.

Chen Yi without hesitation embraced Jin Douna, placing his hand on her slender, firm waist, constantly recalling its elasticity.

In such an environment, his movements were not at all abrupt.

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