Chapter 322

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Yan Qi Masayoshi's bowlegs were extremely severe, basically already trending toward O-shaped.

When he ran down along the fairway, it was like a letter O caught in bed with a letter A rolling off it, and the string of hangers-on behind him panting heavily was even more like an enraged letter Q.

Although Chen Yi mobilized massive resources to scheme against Mitsubishi Group, before the scheme succeeded his expression was sincere, his movements practiced, like a film emperor, walking toward the foreign friend's expectations in fresh athletic shoes...

Luo Xiaoshan watched and watched, then burst out laughing with a "puff," saying quietly: "Have you heard that bird professor joke?"

"Hmm?"

"It goes: a zoology final exam, the old professor carries a birdcage covered in black cloth, only two bird legs showing. The exam question: observe these bird legs and write down the bird species. One student prepared painstakingly for several weeks, sees it's this kind of bird test, he doesn't know it, slams the table and stands up, hands in a blank paper. The old professor asks angrily: Who are you? The student rolls up his trouser leg revealing hairy legs, says: You guess who I am." Reaching this point, Luo Xiaoshan laughed until he was gasping: "If Yan Qi Masayoshi handed in a blank paper, the professor would definitely say straight away: You're the one with the O-shaped legs, right."

Liang Yu chortled, patting Luo Xiaoshan: "You really are..."

Mo Shaoqiu reacted a bit slower, only realizing now, hehe-huffing laughter like an old ox pulling a broken cart.

Chen Yi talked with Yan Qi Masayoshi's group down below for a while, only snatches of words drifted on the wind; seeing the Japanese devils' people didn't dare approach, Luo Xiaoshan and the others couldn't be bothered to go over and fawn.

Japanese friends in 2004 still had some value; they, a bunch of princelings, if they offended foreign merchants it would still be inevitable trouble, better not to get involved if possible. Now the whole country is full of officials centered on economic construction, actually just like merchants targeting profit, doing the business of welcoming and seeing off; they don't care if you're Chinese or foreign, human or not-human, if you can bring money they can get along with you — this is actually a typical money-over-face mentality, and the real benefit public servants contribute to the people — a servant who wants face isn't a good servant, no matter how a well-dressed servant explains it, they're spending the people's money. If a country runs like a sweatshop, it shows the people are truly masters of the house.

Luo Xiaoshan watched Chen Yi talking with the Japanese merchant and laughed again: "Chen Yi's martial arts hall is built in Jiangbei, originally to stop Mitsubishi Group's demolition; I guess they're now talking about the hall's demolition."

Mo Shaoqiu, knowing the situation, haha-laughed: "I think, fifty percent is about the hall's relocation."

"The other fifty percent?"

"Demolition compensation, of course."

The three laughed again.

Liang Yu said: "I remember Chen Yi saying his martial arts hall land now all belongs to Mitsubishi Company; that time to expand the hall he also signed a contract with Mitsubishi saying he'd help them complete subsequent demolition."

"That was actually for demolition compensation." Luo Xiaoshan explained a couple sentences: "Many of Chen Yi's martial arts hall students are children of Jiangbei demolition households; if Mitsubishi forced it, they'd definitely fight."

"Wouldn't that mean no compensation then?" Mo Shaoqiu asked curiously.

"An agreement is an agreement, the land under our feet is still state land; as long as you know how to cry and make a scene, you won't go without milk." Luo Xiaoshan said very clearly: "You look at Chen Yi — does he look like someone who takes losses?"

Mo Shaoqiu recalled yesterday helping Liu Shouyi negotiate the agreement, shook his head: "He's absolutely a Party member."

"Sure enough, like a secret Party member."

The three roared with laughter again.

Five or six minutes later, the Japanese waved a greeting this way and went off to play ahead; Chen Yi returned saying: "They offered 10 million, want my martial arts hall to relocate."

"My cow went mad." Luo Xiaoshan felt he'd guessed someone's thoughts, very high IQ.

"Will you move?" Liang Yu asked.

"I said swap is fine, but no money."

Liang Yu didn't expect him to be so agreeable, asked curiously: "Swap to where?"

"Meijiang Building on Binjiang Road." Chen Yi spoke precisely of the central office tower on Binjiang Road, 120 meters high, 100,000 square meters floor area, at current market price around 8,000, value 800 million. Comparable to Jiangjing Service Area price. Back when purchasing Jiangjing, Chen Yi had also briefly considered Meijiang, but gave up because it was too expensive.

Liang Yu's surprise showed on his face, asked: "They're willing?"

"I'll add 750 million to them." Chen Yi said smugly.

Japanese do commercial real estate very maturely, therefore naturally have a mature characteristic: commercial real estate only leased, not sold. Though this recoups cost slowly, long-term the annual profit margin won't be below 10%, a pretty good business — of course this can't compare with Chinese real estate enterprises in their development early stage.

Precisely because of this, even if Chen Yi took out 800 million, Meijiang Building's owner wouldn't sell the property to him. But with Mitsubishi Zaibatsu stepping in it's different; their financial power and influence in Japan can absolutely easily take down Meijiang Building, after all it's just real estate in China's Jiangning, not Tokyo Ginza real estate.

As for now, Chen Yi putting out 750 million means he used a martial arts hall built for under 10 million, one demolition and it appreciated at least 5 times; no matter how you say it there's no such good business, especially considering the hall's property originally belonged to Mitsubishi Group.

Of course, for Yan Qi Masayoshi, being able to use 50 million to thoroughly resolve the martial arts hall trouble is better than dragging it out. They're now certain that the research data of Researcher Xiao Chang from China's military 806 Institute is real, that China has made a major breakthrough in producing fuel hydrogen from seabed mud.

Such major breakthroughs, since the 1970s last century, every country has a batch each year, but governments willing to invest huge sums for production are few and far between.

But China is different.

Yan Qi Masayoshi knows China well; he knows China's political form; even if seabed mud hydrogen production still has certain technical difficulties and economic disadvantages, as long as they're willing to launch it, it's a giant money vortex that will suck in countless funds. In history, China has not once but many times carried out similar reforms.

Jiangbei Wharf which Mitsubishi Corporation is building is also a proof; if not for some Chinese princelings' interest entanglements, this demolition would be as simple as flattening a forest — maybe even simpler than flattening a forest, at least forests have environmentalists' attention, Chinese people only have weed-like tenacity.

A batch of materials sent by the Japanese government greatly changed Mitsubishi upper echelons' decision; among them 806 Institute's research data counted as a catalyst.

In Zhu Guangliang's designed deception operation, besides the future huge-demand seabed mud project, there are also Jiangnan Steel Plant expansion and Dongneng Power Group capacity expansion two projects. The massive coal, iron ore and coke they need all require import.

The latter two are real; Zhu Guangliang merely advanced the expansion timeline.

The three combined make Mitsubishi Group certain that Jiangnan Wharf's existing throughput absolutely cannot bear such large-scale imports. And Yan Qi Masayoshi at this time also urgently hopes to grasp greater power — for example a port project with annual profit over 1 billion.

Thus, turning Jiangbei Wharf into a high-volume fuel import-export port became Mitsubishi Group's positioning for this port. This also means the port district's roads must withstand heavy trucks long-term, must accommodate first 50,000-ton, preferably 100,000-ton bulk carriers loading/unloading — warehouses and Greater Jiangning District traffic must also be very convenient, must emphasize 24-hour passage capability, meaning fewer intersections and traffic lights, fewer branch roads and fewer vehicle convergences. Of course, spacious roadbed foundation is also essential.

Just as Chen Yi envisioned, if Mitsubishi Corporation merely demolished Jiangbei Wharf District then split property value with Mingde Group, even if he got port rights he'd have to pay several billion for transformation and construction — in fact, just having money still wouldn't work. Mitsubishi Group is a huge consortium more powerful than any Chinese construction group; they can easily simultaneously start world-class construction in China, Japan, Dubai and the US; but if Chen Yi led a port district's construction, the outcome would be hard to predict.

Training a team is certain, paying full tuition also very possible. Spy behavior's foundation lies in its low-cost nature; if 007 spends a division's budget in a year, he'd better accomplish what 10 divisions can do, otherwise go home and eat yourself.

Luo Xiaoshan doesn't have Chen Yi's many twists and turns, just asked concernedly: "Then your martial arts hall moves to Meijiang Building? That's a great place."

"Next month, Meijiang Building has two floors' lease expiring; Mitsubishi originally prepared to leave them for the port company; now I get the bargain."

Mo Shaoqiu listened dizzily, enviously: "Now that's doing business."

"Your business is bigger than mine."

"No, no, dangerous places I dare not go... sigh."

Chen Yi knew Mo Shaoqiu also did arms business. But people in war zones don't care about your Chinese princeling identity; anyone going to hotspot regions takes risks; if Mo Shaoqiu dares not go, business will definitely be greatly affected.

"If you're interested, come develop in Jiangning; we all welcome you." Chen Yi laughed invitingly.

Mo Family's power is average, but Mo Shaoqiu still has quite good development prospects in commerce.

"That would be great." Mo Shaoqiu feigned intimacy patting Chen Yi, genuinely somewhat tempted.

The three talked and laughed leaving the golf course, finally had a dinner in the city, counting as ending today's social activities.

The next day, Chen Yi went specially to the Martial Arts Hall. Besides informing Jin Douna and Liu Xinyu in person about Liu Shouyi's agreement and his promise to Mitsubishi's Yan Qi Masayoshi, he also specially invited five former military officers, saying: "Starting today, you will undergo a one-month Martial Arts Hall familiarization course. The main content of the course is to familiarize yourselves with the Body Techniques taught at the Martial Arts Hall, familiarize yourselves with the Martial Arts Hall's management pattern, especially the Martial Arts Hall's evaluation system. In the future, you will also be incorporated into it. The Naked Bear Gang will help you familiarize yourselves with the Martial Arts Hall. Hmm, that is Xiong Lu."

The five former military officers smiled and nodded. This was also to be expected. Former Second Lieutenant He Qun even shouted with a laugh: "Can we also spar and such?"

"You can first spar with the Martial Arts Hall instructor Yin Senyong. Before you beat him, you are not allowed to privately spar with Martial Arts Hall students." Chen Yi was worried they would overcome strength with technique. But to want to defeat Yin Senyong, even another 10 years of training would not be enough.

Even the Naked Bear, with his careful cultivation and the unlimited supply of Divine Oil potion supplements, is now at Body Technique Level 8, far beyond what these special forces soldiers can compare to. The karate expert the Japanese invited back then, Jingchu Shushui, was only at Body Technique Level 7.

"Lord Naked Bear, please give us your guidance from now on." He Qun laughed hee-hee, clearly not putting the Naked Bear in his eyes. They were, after all, members of China's most elite troops.

Chen Yi waited for him to finish, then said blandly: "Your salary is set at 10,000 per month. For now, it's all the same, but later it will be different. Another matter: Sun Ruihe brought a contract worth tens of millions to the Martial Arts Hall a few days ago, so he is promoted to the person in charge of Outer Hall Phase One."

Several people looked strangely at Sun Ruihe, but the latter didn't move a muscle. Since he had already left the military, he had to fight his way to a new world in society even more. Sun Ruihe's spirit had always been upward, upward, and upward again.

Jin Douna had to ask: "Outer Hall Phase One?"

"Students who enter the hall with their skills will all be Martial Arts Hall Phase One in the future, with a starting salary of 10,000 yuan, other benefits calculated separately." It sounds nice. But in reality, the current high-level students of the Martial Arts Hall, just the Energy Recovery Potions alone, who knows how much benefit they have. The Outer Hall Phase One students obviously don't have such good treatment. They are actually not much different from so-called "Staff Members," just without needing to go through the worker procedures.

After explaining, Chen Yi said again: "Depart for Italy in the afternoon. Liu Xinyu and I will go. Jin Douna, stay at the Martial Arts Hall and watch their ranking."

The ranking mainly involves the formulation of three evaluation forms, which belongs to the work of the Archives managed by Liu Xinyu. Although Su Yuanchun completed it independently, the times she let Jin Douna intervene were very few.

Liu Xinyu glanced at Chen Yi with interest. Flying together could really make people's imaginations run wild.

The plane was still a charter from Jianglu Airlines.

The three girls of the Orange G Group happily boarded the Airbus, completely unaware of what tail Chen Yi was shaking off.

The A319 was still as spacious as a hotel room. The airflow in the air was still turbulent like a waterbed. Unfortunately, Flight Attendant Ya Wen went to fly international routes, and the cabin crew had all been replaced with a new batch.

Liu Xinyu, wearing stockings, half-lay on the seat with her legs crossed, smiling as she looked at Chen Yi, and asked: "What exactly is the Vatican that attracts you so much?"

"The Sistine Chapel. It's very beautiful."

"You had me prepare 100 million US dollars. You wouldn't want to donate it to the Catholic Church, would you?"

Chen Yi laughed like a monkey that had burrowed into a peach garden, saying: "I racked my brains for a month, but ultimately still couldn't figure out what exactly I have that could make the Pope obey my every word."

Liu Xinyu smoothed her short skirt with her hand, smiling: "An IQ surpassing the Mensa Club?"

Chen Yi shook his head and said: "Stanik reminded me."

"What?"

"Since the Bishop of the Far East region could be bought by me for 1 million US dollars, the Pope must also have a price."

"Jesus would be saddened to hear that."

Chen Yi had a face full of devoutness, palms pressed together, and said: "Amitabha. There is always a number that can make Jesus break into a smile through tears."

Maeda Misaki clung tightly to Chen Yi, looking with vigilant eyes at Liu Xinyu, whose chest was even bigger than theirs, face even prettier, figure even better, and asked in a low voice: "Chen Sang, do you have 100 million US dollars?"

"What will you use to exchange for this secret?" Chen Yi revealed a smile like a thief escaping.

Maeda Misaki bowed deeply, revealing her cleavage, and said: "If Chen Sang wants it, anything is fine."

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