Chapter 321

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Liu Shouyi learned of the ledger's disappearance earlier than Chen Yi did, but so what? The ledger was already in someone else's hands; he could only wait for the other party to make a move.

However, although Manager Li Shucheng and the rest of the managers were frantic as if the sky were falling, Liu Shouyi himself wasn't all that afraid. He wasn't the company's legal representative; although the money had gone into his own pocket, the responsibility was on someone else's back.

Only when he thought of the numerous fines and the various "hush money" payments soon to be due did his shoulders feel heavy.

Leaving aside Liu Shouyi's scheming, after Sun Ruihe got the ledger, he immediately went to the office on the top floor of the martial arts hall, handed the investment pledge to Chen Yi, turned around, and left — not even giving him a chance to ask questions.

Sun Ruihe wanted Chen Yi to decide for himself whether to use it; regardless of how Chen Yi handled the ledger, his objective had already been achieved.

The third-quarter ledger actually only covered one month; altogether it was a thin half-book, but the necessary content was all there. Chen Yi summoned Su Yuanchun from the Archive Research Room to analyze and authenticate it, then sighed: "Special forces really are different; their skills aren't something our martial arts hall students possess."

"Then let them be instructors at the martial arts hall?" Jin Douna giggled. "Who knows how he got his hands on this ledger."

"Better not to know." Chen Yi laughed it off, casually flipping through it, and saw dense rows of figures — mostly profit numbers, the rest kept as brief as possible, but where, when, and how much water was added had to be written clearly, otherwise the subordinates' monkey business would cause trouble. And that was precisely where the ledger's value lay.

In reality, the watered-down diesel from Donghong and other oil companies wasn't unusable every time; the amount added varied, and the corruption happened precisely at the lower links. As the saying goes, the superior's example is followed by the subordinates; perhaps Liu Shouyi only wanted 5% water, but by the time it reached the bottom it would be infinitely amplified level by level, eventually creating problems. Some small local gas stations even added water up to 40%; if a car's fuel tank wasn't full, the probability of it stalling was quite high.

Jin Douna had read the ledger long ago, and now asked: "Then do we need to notify Liu Shouyi?"

"Just leak a little wind. Wait for him to come." Finishing his words, Chen Yi smiled beatifically, tucked the ledger away, and left.

Before evening the next day, Liu Shouyi, who was actively "cleaning up" the various companies, received word that the ledger was in Chen Yi's hands, and his anger momentarily became uncontrollable.

In the end, it was only after Secretary Miss Di persuaded him that Liu Shouyi managed to get Mo Shaoqiu to settle the matter.

They believed this was Chen Yi's dissatisfaction with the previous compensation. When Liu Shouyi hoped to resolve things indirectly, Chen Yi achieved an astonishing "victory" on the frontline battlefield; all secret treaties are meaningless before real strength. The Liu family's bit of power could still play a role within the petroleum system, but outside the system it could only be called influence. Liu Shouyi's father's influence was certainly enough to deal with Chen Yi, but Liu Shouyi's was not.

After securing sufficient benefits, Mo Shaoqiu made a series of meticulous preparations; he specially sought out Qiu Yuan Shi, the person in charge of the Orange G Group, and asked him to lend all three girls of the group to himself — "lend" was the word used, but the day of return would surely be indefinitely far off.

Qiu Yuan Shi wouldn't flatly refuse; the lifespan of a youth idol group is originally short, and even if the idol group succeeds, various risks of members going solo after fame still exist, and they are far greater than for a solo singer. Since the Orange G Group used G-cups as a selling point, Qiu Yuan Shi already had a price in mind.

But this price was set based on the Orange G Group being popular throughout Japan and known across Asia; Mo Shaoqiu's current offer made Qiu Yuan Shi unable to resist a lion's demand — besides 300 million yen in compensation fees, there were various additional compensation clauses, the most important of which was support for his newly established youth girls' group 6TG.

Mo Shaoqiu's interest was piqued at once: "Still G-cups? What does T mean?"

"T is Tall, G is girl. Six tall girls. All are 1.75 meters or above, model figures." Qiu Yuan Shi said expressionlessly: "I don't do repetitive planning."

"Thought it was exaggerated G-cups." Mo Shaoqiu said disappointedly. Tall also has exaggerated and absurd colloquial meanings.

Talk aside, Mo Shaoqiu ultimately agreed to 100 million yen to support the 6TG group and continued support for the Orange G Group. After all, in his view, the more famous the little star, the more value they have.

Thus, the Orange G Group's captain Fujiena Rena also gave up her promotional activities in the east, was brought to Jiangning by Mo Shaoqiu, brought before Chen Yi, like squabs, pheasants, and swans delivered into a wild wolf's mouth for him to pick... or eat all of them.

Ono Ayaka, Maeda Misaki, and Fujiena Rena were the group's three girls; besides the same heavy G-cups, they had considerable differences in other aspects. Ono Ayaka had the smallest figure and was the youngest — she hadn't even finished high school, looking like a tender pocket-sized beauty. Maeda Misaki attended junior college, a short-term university of less than four years; besides self-studying Chinese and English, what she studied in school was mostly social knowledge needed before and after marriage, the type of ideal fiancée Japanese people fantasize about. And the tallest, Fujiena Rena, stood at 1.7 meters, was a former bank OL with a UK master's degree, a 28-year-old elite yu jie setting.

Even though he had anticipated it, Chen Yi was still awed by Qiu Yuan Shi's ambitious vision; finding three girls with different bust shapes is easy, but finding three with identical bust shapes yet distinct figures, looks, and backgrounds is no simple feat.

"Japan truly is a magical country." Chen Yi nodded amiably at Mo Shaoqiu, like a Wolf King satisfied with a delicacy.

The little wolf nodded excitedly, thinking: Done.

Taking advantage of the Wolf King's satisfied phase, Mo Shaoqiu hurriedly added: "Their concert date is already set for mid-December; as long as they can be sent back by then, it's fine."

Without needing a hint, led by the elite yu jie Fujiena Rena, the three bowed in unison: "Please take good care of us, Chen Sang."

The three were like peacocks of varying sizes, led by the largest peacock, displaying their most beautiful parts to the master.

Mo Shaoqiu had to use tremendous restraint to stop himself from looking at someone else's peacocks. He couldn't help but once again complain about Liu Shouyi; if not for him, one of the three peacocks would surely have been his.

"I have to make a trip to Italy in a few days." Chen Yi feigned contemplation.

"No problem." Mo Shaoqiu put on a little-wolf appearance: "They're still the talent agency's responsibility; visas and all that can be handled by the agency, no problem."

If Liu Shouyi hadn't agreed to take all his smuggled oil off his hands, Mo Shaoqiu would never have worked this hard.

Chen Yi smiled strangely; a moment later, he said: "In that case, the previous compensation matter — let bygones be bygones."

"Excellent, excellent." Mo Shaoqiu knew there was more to come, just worried it would be much less.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yi opened with: "I also want to sign a long-term agreement with Young Master Liu."

"Long-term agreement?" Mo Shaoqiu's heart sank.

Chen Yi said lightly: "For the next five years, Young Master Liu must supply me with fuel at 3,000 yuan per ton; the first year at a standard of 100,000 tons per month, increasing 30% each year thereafter."

Mo Shaoqiu nearly fainted; oil prices rise every year, everyone knows that. Not to mention anything else, current diesel prices have already reached 3,300 yuan; 10,000 tons would mean a loss of 3 million, 100,000 tons would be 30 million...

He shook his head repeatedly, smiling bitterly: "How is that possible? Lose 300 million a year to you?"

"Don't say lose." Chen Yi beamed: "Then let it rise 100 yuan. That should cover his cost price, right?"

"Chen Yi." Mo Shaoqiu started using his name too: "Even if it's asking for the moon, isn't that too ruthless? In three years at most, fuel will definitely rise to 4,000 yuan; by then you'd lose 900 million a year to him — no, wait, by then you'd have to give him 20 tons a month; with business like this, I might as well just go back."

"21.97."

"What?"

"In three years, supply 21.97 tons per month."

Mo Shaoqiu was about to explode with rage; he picked up his teacup and fell silent.

"It doesn't have to be normal oil, you know." Chen Yi chuckled, counter-persuading: "Your smuggled oil sells to me for only 2,900 yuan? At 3,100 yuan, you'd be making 200 yuan off me."

"Smuggled oil has costs too." Mo Shaoqiu's expression eased slightly; if it was smuggled oil, the later years might still lose money, but the first two years wouldn't necessarily, at least breaking even was no problem. The various oil products he'd sneaked back from those oil-producing countries were not small in quantity and cheap in price; even dropping 100 yuan to sell to Liu Shouyi would still be profitable. Countries like Venezuela give frighteningly high fuel subsidies to domestic residents, and official corruption is world-class; as long as you find the right connections, there's nothing that can't be done.

Mo Shaoqiu thought to himself: If it's just a bit of trouble, Liu Shouyi would surely be willing to use it to exchange for the watered-oil ledger — he knows Liu Shouyi's shady dealings well; fuel watering was taught by him.

However, five years is too long; in the last three years, if he loses a few hundred yuan per ton, Liu Shouyi would have to lose his pants.

Then, repudiate the later years? Mo Shaoqiu instantly vetoed it. Don't look at Liu Shouyi styling himself a capital hero; he doesn't dare offend Chen Yi.

Being only a middleman, Mo Shaoqiu could only suggest: "How about signing for 2 years first, then a right of first refusal? Even with two years, the second year you'll probably make quite a bit."

Chen Yi smiled without speaking.

Mo Shaoqiu sighed: "I'll go make a call."

He left the room, and the three girls immediately surrounded Chen Yi. This was the hotel suite Mo Shaoqiu had booked; the living room sofa only fit three people sitting sideways, so the most petite Ono Ayaka was practically squeezed onto Chen Yi's lap.

Pocket-sized beauties have their own benefits, especially G-cup pocket-sized beauties — while you enjoy their tender white slender legs, you can also enjoy other positions; if you're unsatisfied with the positions between both parties, you can easily adjust.

It should be said, in terms of practical application, Ono Ayaka absolutely has the advantage. Besides, her age is also a major advantage. The term "high school student" — whether paired with anime or with movies and novels — can evoke countless scenarios; the so-called "body light and supple, skin tight, thoughts agile and easy to train, strip naked and run around casually, sleep on my bed on a thunderstorm night."

Chen Yi recalled high school, when classmates often discussed Japanese dramas — in the widely circulated "Great Teacher Onizuka," Sorimachi Takashi's most desired deed was the nosebleed-inducing high school girl student.

"Truly a beast." While Chen Yi thought this, he placed his left hand on Ono Ayaka's chest, and his right hand on Fujiena Rena's **. As an elite-type mature beauty, the 28-year-old Japanese office lady Fujiena Rena had absolute reason to join a band rather than stay working at a bank — otherwise she would be tempting bank leaders into making mistakes.

"I love the soft world the most." Chen Yi, like a Japanese person, nodded smiling at Maeda Misaki.

The latter translated for the other two, and all three laughed until they shook. Chen Yi lowered his head, his mind burrowing in chaos; all around were young ladies of the big-breasted deep-cleavage class — no matter where he burrowed, there was always a piece of soft tender flesh waiting for him, giving an exceptional sense of happiness, like the laboring people living in the News Simulcast — forever with land to cultivate, forever able to touch fertile soil, forever living beneath abyss-like peaks.

Praise the great young lady class; their flat lower abdomens resemble calm lake water, their surging bosoms resemble raging waves, their red lips resemble summer's goose-feather heavy snow. These great young lady classes are like selfless young lady party members from Japan, using the warmth in their bosoms to comfort the Chinese people of the Third World.

Mo Shaoqiu, with impeccable revolutionary lineage, interrupted Chen Yi's beautiful dream with knocking sounds.

He sighed, extricating himself from the soft soft territory.

Fujiena Rena laughed very loudly, still dragging Chen Yi's hand to roam over her body; Maeda Misaki was even bolder, speaking in Chinese: "Chen Sang, shall we meet tonight?"

"Tonight, ah." Chen Yi helplessly shrugged, saying: "Tonight there's still some work to do……"

"Truly a pity, na." Ono Ayaka acting cute was indeed quite cute.

Mo Shaoqiu once again rudely knocked on the door.

Chen Yi waved his hand, letting the three tidy their clothes, before going out to open the door.

Mo Shaoqiu wore a sheepish expression, hehe'd laughing, saying: "Mr. Chen, as you said, but it has to be signed with China National Petroleum's Southeast Branch."

Chen Yi had not a trace of successful wolfishness, his gaze sharp as he stared at Mo Shaoqiu.

Although Donghong and other oil product companies are managed by China National Petroleum's Southeast Branch, they are actually just nominal affiliates; various connections exist only on paper. China National Petroleum's Southeast Branch, however, is a directly subordinate branch of China National Petroleum, with relatively independent finances — a pure state-owned enterprise.

In other words, signing with oil product companies like Donghong means Liu Shouyi loses money; signing with China National Petroleum's Southeast Branch means the state-owned enterprise China National Petroleum loses money.

Although both have money to be made, the significance is vastly different.

Chen Yi sneered at the two's petty tricks, thinking: If I want to take advantage of the state, do I need your help?

This kind of gray income absolutely belongs to the ugly-looking embezzlement. Not having reached the point of desperate poverty, Chen Yi fundamentally disdains doing it, let alone using it to offset Liu Shouyi's accounts.

He smiled and asked: "You two, whose idea was it?"

Mo Shaoqiu embarrassedly asked: "Very lousy?"

"What do you say."

Mo Shaoqiu immediately cursed: "Liu Shouyi's idea, that miser."

"This is dragging me onto a pirate ship, not making amends, but taking advantage of me." Chen Yi's nose twitched twice, saying: "How about this, I'll think of an idea for you. On the basis of this agreement, have him sign another agreement with China National Petroleum's Southeast Branch, equivalent to our tripartite agreement. Hmm, first, China National Petroleum's Southeast Branch acts as guarantor, guaranteeing monthly fuel quality and supply volume; I give money to China National Petroleum, China National Petroleum gives me fuel. Second, Liu Shouyi uses his company as collateral, settling with China National Petroleum monthly or quarterly, making up the price difference for the state."

"Sourcing from China National Petroleum, that's not smuggled oil prices anymore." Mo Shaoqiu exclaimed in surprise.

"You people putting smuggled oil into oil product companies to sell — is that rare?" Chen Yi didn't know the ins and outs of how oil product companies make money in detail, but buying high to cover low, swapping oil for oil — such things must be plentiful; it just depends on what level of people pocket the money.

Mo Shaoqiu hurriedly glanced at the Orange G Group girls, saying: "You go wait in the inner room for Young Master Chen."

Maeda Misaki bowed in acknowledgment, then led the other two away.

Only then did Mo Shaoqiu sigh repeatedly: "Your method has too high a cost; the people below need money too."

He waited three to five seconds, carefully saying: "Or sign for three years, with the annual contract price rising 30% each year."

This was the second plan they had negotiated. According to China National Petroleum internal experts' estimates, next year's oil price reaching 3500 is inevitable; going higher would be relatively difficult, while smuggled oil prices can completely be dragged down another five or six hundred; thus according to the agreement, the loss wouldn't be too much. If oil prices rise slowly, there might even be profit — equivalent to a betting agreement.

On the other hand, if they really signed this agreement with Chen Yi, they could similarly reference it to sign a betting agreement with China National Petroleum, slightly reducing the price, and others couldn't say anything. This equals Liu Shouyi covertly taking advantage of China National Petroleum — a relatively better-looking way of eating.

Chen Yi rubbed his chin, finished thinking, and said: "Three years is fine, but the annual supply volume must increase by 50%."

Expecting the West Continent to produce its own oil is extremely impractical; at least within one or two years it's impossible, so large-scale fuel supply is urgent. If he purchases over a hundred thousand tons of fuel on the market each month, it would absolutely cause an uproar. Of course, right now he can't use that much fuel either, so he might as well store it for now. The Water Land God Box can hold at least 40,000 tons of fuel, and its sealing is excellent — this is also an achievement of the alchemists, right?

Mo Shaoqiu hesitantly agreed. From their perspective, such an agreement, aside from consuming some connections within China National Petroleum, mainly costs several years of trouble; the probability of making money is very low, and there's certain risk — merely compared to the ledgers in Chen Yi's hands, this bit of risk is negligible.

After the matter was resolved, Mo Shaoqiu once again resumed his young master attitude, sincerely inviting Chen Yi to play golf. Unlike Liu Shouyi's inferior yet proud miser nature, Mo Shaoqiu in interpersonal relationships is willing to invest enormous capital; for a young person like Chen Yi, it's mainly sports and women, or rather mainly sports is not wrong either.

Chen Yi's impression of Mo Shaoqiu wasn't bad; although he walks the gray path, Mo Shaoqiu knows his own position clearly; most precious is having the capital and courage to do business in any region of the world — this is very rare among aristocratic scions; red princelings lean on the red country their ancestors struck down, gnawing bones and sucking marrow, easy and satisfied; those on the suffering, unliberated land don't have that happiness.

So he actively said: "I'll call Luo Xiaoshan and Liang Yu to go together. Feihong Golf Course seems to be the Liang Family's."

He even practiced large-pineapple-version automobile-style cavalry tactics there.

Mo Shaoqiu naturally wouldn't oppose getting to know a few more Jiangning second-generation scions.

The four went together to the golf course beside Jiangtan Wetland Park; during which they easily finalized several long-term supplies of steel ingots, iron ingots, universal lathes, high-power tractors and other materials. Building an industrial society from scratch is extremely complex; procurement would be hundreds of times easier; otherwise just producing iron nails would require establishing a new factory.

Chen Yi finalized the supply volume, then handed the specific work to Kang Qiushi to handle; the Purchasing Department is establishing branches in six regions worldwide; once the layout is complete, Mo Shaoqiu's business won't be so easy to do.

A whole slate of industrial and agricultural basic products — Luo Xiaoshan listened with surging emotions, saying: "Long heard you built a country? Could it be true?"

Liang Yu poked him, saying: "Since Chen Yi didn't say, it's not yet time to go public; what are you anxious for."

"You guy, truly studied yourself stupid." Luo Xiaoshan, although he processed re-enrollment, ultimately ran wild in nature; getting to 5 classes a week counts as good. Of course, this is still much longer study time than those company bosses studying at distance universities.

Liang Yu pursed his lips, bent to hit his golf ball, ignoring him.

Chen Yi laughed twice, likewise not answering Luo Xiaoshan's question; the latter didn't press, saying: "Want me to lend a hand?"

"Right now I'm mainly procuring materials; which part are you prepared to help with?"

"How about I get you some old factories? In the interior there are many factories being dumped cheaply; this I'm most familiar with." Luo Xiaoshan spoke of real estate company demolition experience.

"That's a good idea. If you can get it at Jiangning Port." Chen Yi spoke then added: "Workers I can't absorb."

"Relax, won't buy burdens." Luo Xiaoshan said, asking: "All delivered to Jiangnan Port?"

"Mm, I rented a large tract of land at the container terminal. All loaded onto ships there." Chen Yi placed Water Land God Boxes there, also a place only recently rented; just that materials are boxed here and shipped to the West Continent, not overseas.

Luo Xiaoshan slapped his thigh, emitting a sound that could shock a swarm of mosquitoes, saying: "It's settled then. From now on I'll be the New Kingdom's Finance Minister."

Chen Yi noncommittally "mm"ed.

The four's golf skills weren't much; seven holes took over two hours; each had experience of begging to hit into sand traps, forests, or ponds. Earlier they were talking business and didn't feel the hardship; now that talk was done, the remaining 11 holes felt so long.

Luo Xiaoshan first proposed: "How about we come next time to play?"

"Draw a circle and leave it. Just tell Uncle Shi." Liang Yu counted as the best technique among the four.

Chen Yi actively asked: "Does Young Master Mo still want to play?"

Mo Shaoqiu said indifferently: "Look at you all. I'm just accompanying a guest."

"Forget it then, who knows when next time will be." Chen Yi's voice had just fallen when six people came down from the fairway ahead, one of whom was precisely the bow-legged Yan Qi Masayoshi.

"Chen Sang, long time no see, you like playing ball too." Yan Qi Masayoshi shouted from afar, as if they were old friends.

Hearing "Chen Sang" from a Japanese beauty, then hearing this old devil Yan Qi's voice sounded especially grating; Chen Yi shrugged and said: "This fellow's eyesight is truly good, he is a councilor of the Mitsubishi Group, responsible for the demolition and reconstruction of Jiangning Jiangbei Wharf. Our relationship is average."

The three nodded in understanding.

Yan Qi Masayoshi had already come down on his short legs, laughing loudly and shouting: "Chen Sang, I've wanted to meet you for a long time, truly worn out iron shoes, worn out iron shoes!"

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