Chapter 319

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

"I'm naturally on your side." Mo Shaoqiu's tone was extremely certain, then he smiled and said, "The bond of interest is the strongest bond, isn't it?"

"Mm..."

Perhaps feeling it was too vulgar, Mo Shaoqiu smiled again and said: "In the eyes of outsiders, we are all red nobles, and our life experiences are also one of the bonds; this point is certainly not bad."

"Mm..."

"The last time we met, I felt an instant affinity, always feeling that in the dark there is a kind of..."

"I still prefer the phrase 'bond of interest.'" Chen Yi hurriedly interrupted Mo Shaoqiu, who was talking nonsense.

"That's best, that's best." Mo Shaoqiu had not the slightest embarrassed expression. It didn't matter if his momentum weakened; there are plenty of merchants whose momentum is weak, but a merchant who can be weak or strong is the one who can make money.

Mo Shaoqiu affectedly cleared his throat, preparing to start with his own needs, saying: "The bond of interest is good; our meeting is fate. I can provide 10,000 tons of diesel every month for only 29 million, a friend's price."

"Mm..." Chen Yi fell silent again.

He could tell that this time Mo Shaoqiu might be pleading for Liu from the capital. Actually, pleading was fine, but he and Liu Shouyi were actually on the same side; people get what they deserve.

Liu Shouyi persisted because Liu Shouyi felt he was a capital scion; Chen Yi persisted because he felt he was in the right and powerful. Mo Shaoqiu didn't want to be caught in the middle, so he first brought up the matter of diesel as a hint.

Of course, he indeed wanted to take on Chen Yi's business. Not to mention the current monthly transaction volume of tens of millions; if he had interests overseas, the transaction volume would surely rise further. Thus, Mo Shaoqiu paused slightly and said: "Vehicles, auto parts—I can find those too. I see your import-export procurement company imported quite a few auto parts; why bother? I'm thirty percent cheaper."

"I pay tariffs and various extra fees, yet yours is only thirty percent more expensive than your smuggled goods?" Chen Yi's tone finally loosened somewhat.

Mo Shaoqiu clapped his hands once and said cheerfully: "Then name your price. I can deliver to any place in international waters."

"Oh, it has to be delivered to Jiangning." Chen Yi didn't explain, only saying: "I can give you part of the business."

Mo Shaoqiu knew this was Chen Yi giving face to the Mo Family, but the quantity of "part" could vary disappointingly.

He recalled Liu Shouyi's promise, prepared himself, and said: "I can get diesel from China National Petroleum at 3,000 per ton, and supply you 10,000 tons."

That was equivalent to a discount of over 3 million yuan, and by mentioning China National Petroleum, he was essentially giving Chen Yi at least 2 million yuan.

Chen Yi, however, shook his head with a smile and said: "Still too expensive."

Mo Shaoqiu understood then; no longer talking business, he turned to chat.

As long as there was haggling, it meant interest; losing a few million more was, for either Chen Yi or Liu Shouyi, just a matter of face. Of course, Liu Shouyi might feel the pain more severely. But Mo Shaoqiu was willing to make the decision and promise it on his behalf.

Of course, constantly lowering the price was wrong conduct; perhaps Ono Ayaka could help.

Mo Shaoqiu made up his mind and, like a true tourist, wandered around Jiangning University. Needless to say, compared to Chen Yi, who was under twenty, Mo Shaoqiu, in the golden age of man, was still very able to attract the gazes of young women, especially older female students about to enter society, whose eyes kept turning to Mo Shaoqiu's Armani and the Vacheron Constantin on his wrist.

Although Chen Yi's attire was also not shabby, with Mo Shaoqiu accompanying him, no one could label him as self-made.

After casually strolling to Bo Lake, Mo Shaoqiu had already gotten two phone numbers and said happily: "I have something, I'll leave first."

Chen Yi had to let him leave, leaving Ono Ayaka, who didn't understand Chinese, blinking her eyes at Chen Yi.

Jin Douna said helplessly: "This Mo Shaoqiu, I'll take her to the hotel."

Chen Yi could only agree.

Jin Douna hurriedly called a car from the Martial Arts Hall and sent Ono Ayaka to the hotel in the city center. But by the next morning, Chen Yi received a text message from Ono Ayaka: Hello, I am Ono Ayaka; I boldly asked someone to send you a text message. May I invite you to lunch to thank you for yesterday's generous hospitality?

There was absolutely no hospitality yesterday, but Chen Yi, with the thought of aiding an international friend, went to the city center for the meal.

Liu Xinyu was still maintaining the organization's work, and Jin Douna also had work at the Martial Arts Hall, which made Chen Yi feel a kind of guilty pleasure. He even specially brought konjac along so they could communicate smoothly.

Ono Ayaka was obviously prepared as well; she enthusiastically introduced her group member Maeda Misaki. The latter had studied Chinese at a junior college and could carry on simple conversation.

Both wore relatively cool autumn shirts; the yellow-orange was eye-catching and alluring. Ono Ayaka laughed lightly from time to time, brimming with laughter, and later sat beside Chen Yi, pressing tightly against him.

Chen Yi used valuable konjac, and the effect was astonishing—konjac is a magic plant that grows extremely fast; while it grows, if you keep talking to it, the konjac becomes a "professional konjac" that understands that language. For example, when Chen Yi went to the West Continent, the konjac he got from the people of Yun Village was grown by them in the field and spoken to daily. And Chen Yi ate this konjac, so he could briefly gain partial ability in that language.

The higher the level of konjac, the better the effect; the legendary Level 9 Konjac can let a person directly possess that language, no longer limited by time. In the legendary Dragon Hall, there are konjac that understand Dragon Language. However, the higher the level of konjac, the shorter its growth time; by the Fourth or Fifth Level, someone must be specially assigned to speak to it. Chen Yi used the expensive Level 5 Konjac, spending a whole night's effort, playing a set of Japanese textbook CDs, and now his Tokyo dialect was already very standard. Among the various items of the West Continent, konjac is actually the most suitable for Earth. But its existence itself depends on the Magic Net and cannot be explained by current technology; perhaps the development of quantum science, or more advanced theoretical support, will one day confirm the existence of konjac. Otherwise, Chen Yi didn't want to invite trouble. Whether Earth develops faster or slower doesn't affect his fundamental interests; on the contrary, the speed of development of the West Continent will.

The whole lunch lasted an hour and a half. After Chen Yi secretly ate two konjac, he decided to study Japanese properly when he went back. Compared to growing konjac himself, learning a language wouldn't be too difficult for him. His English was already quite good; he could understand most daily Korean and all bedroom phrases; he had even self-taught the language of the West Continent, though it was the Malacheng dialect.

The three ate at a Russian Restaurant at the intersection of Binjiang Road. The food wasn't very tasty, but there was a semicircular long sofa, and no annoying European-style table manners. With two Japanese beauties accompanying them, the lunch went very pleasantly.

When Ono Ayaka once again invited Chen Yi to visit her hotel room, Chen Yi knew the good show was coming.

"Fine." Chen Yi felt Mo Shaoqiu was still very capable at handling things. Whatever his purpose, grasping the context was never wrong.

The three left the restaurant in high spirits, and just as they were about to get the car, a sharp screech of brakes sounded beside them.

Chen Yi almost instantly wrapped himself in battle qi, turned to look, and saw a rare military-painted Military Jeep. He wondered which unit's Principal this was; the officer in the back seat wearing sunglasses jumped down and shouted loudly: "Chen Yi!"

"Big Brother?" Chen Yi was surprised and delighted, no longer caring about the Japanese beauties beside him; he half-jumped and ran over, embracing Chen Heng.

Not seen for more than half a year, Big Brother looked darker and sturdier, his whole body brimming with a vigorous, drenched color, something never seen in the Military Region offices.

The brothers chatted for a moment, and Chen Yi suddenly asked: "You came this time; how long will you stay?"

"Only one day." After Chen Heng finished speaking, he smiled again and said: "I'm stationed at the Southeast Military Region. Although I'm still in the mountains, it's not far from Jiangning; I can come back anytime."

"That's good." Chen Yi became happy all at once. He didn't know that Big Brother's "anytime" meant by helicopter or parachute.

The day before yesterday, Maeda Misaki listened to their conversation and whispered two sentences to Ono Ayaka; the two called out "Chen Sang" and took their leave.

Chen Heng smiled, watching them leave, and said: "It seems that during the days I wasn't here, you've been living very happily."

"Big Brother, you really..." Chen Yi laughed heartily and asked: "Where are you going now?"

"Originally we were going to the Military Region; let's go home first."

"Don't learn from Dayu; his son is very stupid."

The officer riding with Big Brother laughed.

Chen Heng pulled Chen Yi into the car; after calling his parents, he said softly: "I heard your business is doing quite well now?"

"If you don't stay in the Military, I'll give you thirty percent of the shares." Chen Yi was very generous now.

Chen Heng laughed twice and mused: "I heard about your Martial Arts Hall as soon as I came back. By the way, do you want an instructor?"

"Instructor?"

Chen Heng hesitated for a moment, saying: "I have a few comrades-in-arms who were forced to retire from the military; they received neither transfer nor demobilization fees. They all have elderly parents and young children at home, so if I can help, I'll lend a hand."

"How skilled are they?"

"Beating you three is no problem." Chen Heng burst into loud laughter.

Chen Yi also laughed loudly twice, reached out and grabbed the iron beam on the seat in front, twisted it hard, and actually bent the car's steel pipe.

Chen Heng was startled and called out: "You came out of Hai Zi?"

Among state-appointed bodyguards, there are always some experts who have reached the limit of the human body, so Chen Yi was not surprised at all. He merely maintained a faint smile and asked: "Can they be as strong as three of me?"

"You bastard, no wonder you opened a Martial Arts Hall."

"I promised to arrange work for them. But how much the salary is depends on their skill level." Chen Yi looked at his elder brother's gradually strange expression and smiled: "Among my Martial Arts Hall students, the subsidy for Level 7 Students is 200,000 per month, and the salary is 200,000 per month. If they meet the requirements, I guarantee a salary of over 10,000."

Chen Heng's and the other officer's expressions both changed. The elder brother sighed twice and smiled: "The local areas and the Military are truly becoming more and more different. Our allowance is only over 2,000, and that's already the highest standard. But the gap between 200,000 and 10,000 is too much, isn't it?"

Chen Yi smiled: "A salary of 10,000 is giving face to you, elder brother. As for promotions and raises later on, the extra money will be my favor to you."

He was actually also secretly excited. A few low-ranking officers were worthless, but this was an opening, a not-small opportunity.

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