Chapter 343: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 343 Shipyard Fire (1)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi closed his eyes, attempting to derive the answer to "who it was" from the elasticity of the soft flesh.

Although they were all young, richly elastic, full breasts, their expressions of elasticity differed.

For example, Ono Ayaka's elasticity increased as pressure increased, centered on the point of contact, somewhat like an enlarged baseball; Elite Yu Jie Fujiena Rena's was radiating elasticity, somewhat like a basketball; Maeda Misaki's was more normal, dispersing from the center to both sides, like a steamed bun...

Chen Yi quickly got the answer: Ono Ayaka.

Looking back, sure enough, the pocket-sized beauty was already in a state of **, her wet pink skirt clinging to her thighs, revealing a dark forest, like the deep forest devoured by a magic beast.

Fujiena Rena half-reclined at the other end of the bathtub, gently holding the phone, turning along with Chen Yi's head.

"The operation of machine tools and proficiency in various languages can be ranked in advanced items according to difficulty and given certain weight." Chen Yi's voice relaxed, leaning back slightly: "According to difficulty and twists and turns, for every additional skill mastered, an additional certificate is issued, with salary increasing by 5% to 100%."

Jin Douna let out a soft breath: "Too high, isn't it?"

She said somewhat hesitantly: "Have you considered that if a student reaches Level 9 Body Technique, the salary would reach 800,000 per month, the allowance also 800,000, and if increased by another 100%, another 800,000..."

"If he dares to learn 200% skills, I dare to give 3.2 million." Chen Yi bared his teeth and smiled: "The East India Company never needs to worry about staff salaries, because someone will pay the bill."

"Ah?"

"Go do it."

Chen Yi slowly closed his eyes, feigned sleep for a moment, then slowly stood up and smiled: "I need to talk to the military men."

If tank operation adds 20% salary, helicopter adds 20% salary, heavy machine gun adds 5% salary, light weapon proficiency adds 5% salary, that means entering the Outer Hall brings at least 15,000 monthly salary, going "Overseas" brings several times increase... It should be persuasive enough.

Moreover, compared to simply increasing salary, it adds a layer of respect—respect for their skills.

With Chen Yi's request, the Wuguan Nei Nei side became like a wound-up bomb, bustling with noise; while Chen Yi was still getting a massage, a basic table was completed and reported to Chen Yi by phone.

"Finish the retired veterans' part first, I'll wait half an hour." Chen Yi heard the figure "tank driving 15%" and his heart immediately approved. This scale was moderate, but from Jin Douna and the Wuguan Nei Nei's perspective, it was considered a very bold judgment.

However, he underestimated his influence within the Wuguan Nei Nei; when compiling the table, the students were also thinking from his identity.

After another half hour, a student personally came to the hotel downstairs, received the just-completed table by fax, and informed Chen Yi by phone.

"Send it directly to the restaurant, I'll wait for you there, it's just mealtime." Chen Yi chuckled twice, patted the plump buttocks of someone beside him—he didn't know who—and amidst coquettish cries, stood up and said in Japanese: "Did you bring kimonos?"

"I heard there are kimonos in the Four Seasons Hotel." Fujiena Rena answered.

"Mm, you and Maeda Misaki go buy two sets of kimonos; after putting them on, go invite the gentlemen in the rooms on the left and right to dine at the Chinese restaurant, understand?"

"Yes." The two women were extremely excited; for Japanese girls, having a reason to wear a kimono was a matter of great face.

"Ayaka, you go to the hotel kitchen to supervise dinner; it must be delicious, elegant, and plentiful, so the guests eat well."

Ono Ayaka felt a great sense of responsibility and seriously said "Yes."

"Change clothes." Chen Yi stretched a big lazy stretch. Today was truly tiring.

"Let me help you change clothes." Maeda Misaki quickly ran out, selected a set of clothes from the wardrobe. These were temporary formal wear prepared by the hotel for guests, changed according to the guests' body data, including shirts, suits, latex dresses, and tailcoats of decent brands; if used, payment was required, but at times, it indeed saved time and convenience for residents.

Ono Ayaka put on clothes first and went to the restaurant to supervise; Fujiena Rena went to find kimonos; when Maeda Misaki finished serving Chen Yi, two beautiful kimonos were also brought over, making even the Elite Yu Jie exclaim in surprise.

Watching them hurriedly put on kimonos, Chen Yi actually felt somewhat dazed. China had no ethnic clothing of its own; the Qing dynasty's rule was alien rule, and the wives and young ladies of the Republic of China could still use the qipao as national dress—that was cultural inertia—but since New China replaced the Republic and carried out several vigorous movements, that inertia was completely severed. Perhaps, several hundred years later, China would find its own ethnic clothing.

"Chen Sang, we're going out." Maeda Misaki's voice was clear and very colloquial.

"Go." Chen Yi waved his hand, while he himself moved his legs and feet, first going to the Chinese restaurant.

Level 2 Student Tie Liang waited there; seeing Chen Yi, he looked left and right, then lowered his head: "Hall Master, please sign."

"Oh?"

"The Wuguan Nei Nei has begun implementing a signature system." Tie Liang smiled embarrassedly; the system was his own creation.

Chen Yi waved his hand and wrote his name, the force penetrating the back of the paper—the honest power had increased again, and "Comprehend Languages" had begun to spread to writing.

Tie Liang took out the table from the document bag and handed it to Chen Yi, saying: "This is what we preliminarily formulated."

Chen Yi glanced roughly, saw they fully understood his meaning, and smiled: "In a moment, you explain it to the officers; they are all veterans; your task is to invite as many of them as possible while maintaining the Wuguan Nei Nei's interests."

The Wuguan Nei Nei was not a nursing home; what he lacked most were soldiers willing to go to the West Continent and willing to accept control. If the initial treatment was too high, the final result would only make them comfortable to death.

If they were really just ordinary security guards, why would Chen Yi waste time talking to them? China retires tens of thousands of soldiers every year; they were never a scarce resource. These soldiers' value lay in knowing their roots and backgrounds; they were friends of Chen Heng's friends, neutral forces inclined toward the Chen Family.

After a while, the gentlemen in the two rooms were brought over by Fujiena Rena and Maeda Misaki respectively.

The kimono beauties stepped on wooden clogs, making pat-pat-pat sounds, crisp and eye-catching.

After the impact of modern fashion concepts, Japanese kimonos showed off the figure more and more, especially when worn by the girls of the Orange G Group; their protruding twin peaks were simply unbelievable.

Just look at the gazes of the men eating at the same restaurant; they were like audiences seeing manga come to life; anyone who didn't spill soup into their nose was considered kidney-deficient.

Chen Zhenxing had long lost his temper, obediently following behind the Japanese woman who didn't understand Chinese; the soldiers tried to pretend to look straight ahead, but hot blood boiled over first...

No matter what, the appearance of two foreign beauties still eased the tense atmosphere, and even Chen Zhenxing's face showed a smile.

Next, Tie Liang took the lead in introducing the Wuguan Nei Nei's various policies to the soldiers, while Chen Yi pulled the lawyers to ask about specific division steps.

The lawyers of the Group's Legal Department were certainly not as excellent as those from professional law firms; the advantage was low cost and the ability to sign relatively harsh agreements. If it was just a simple division and sale, there was no problem.

Maeda Misaki and Fujiena Rena served the dining guests respectfully, one on each side, completely replacing the waiters' work. Fujiena Rena's movements were especially proficient; she had clearly been fully trained at the bank, while Maeda Misaki learned as she did, giving a quite good impression.

Chinese people of this era still harbored complex emotions toward Japan. If not discussing the stories from the First Sino-Japanese War to WWII, Chinese people's admiration for the Japanese was almost inevitable. Beauties from Asia's only developed country were serving me—such a psychological suggestion would make the delicious dinner even more delicious.

A meal was eaten very quickly; after Tie Liang gave a general explanation, half of the soldiers promised to sign contracts. They represented the interests of several or even dozens of people; Chen Yi without hesitation sent Mo Shaoqiu a text message: the model can be delivered.

He did not need a standard armored force; as long as he could keep three to five medium tanks to exert enough pressure on Malacheng, it would do. With so many soldiers, they could probably form an armored battalion.

After a day of complexity, Chen Yi stayed another night at the Four Seasons Hotel.

Early the next morning, however, he received several emails from Jin Douna and Chen Zhenxing.

Chen Zhenxing's emails were all about group affairs, mostly daily ordinary matters, with the intent of requesting instructions but without actual requests, seemingly wanting to crush Chen Yi's reform will with troublesome administrative work.

Chen Yi casually drank a bottle of intelligence potion and completed the work in a very frugal three minutes. Just typing speed increased by more than two times.

Jin Douna's email was far more interesting — it was actually an invitation from Deng Ge. No one knew what predicament this Bureau Director Level Political and Legal High Official had fallen into, yet he actually had to send an invitation through Jin Douna.

Chen Yi rested his chin in thought; he was not considering whether to help Deng Ge solve his dilemma, but rather wondering who would succeed him if Deng Ge stepped down.

The "ding ling ling" of his mobile phone quickly interrupted his daydream; upon opening it, Yan Deputy Director's name appeared right in the center of the screen.

The daydream continued...

"Yan Deputy Director."

"Mr. Chen..." Yan Deputy Director seemed like a bashful official as he laughed: "It's been a long time since we last contacted; I'm sending you my regards."

"Hello, hello..."

"Have you heard?"

"Oh?"

"Jiangnan Shipyard caught fire yesterday, burning a hundred-thousand-ton cargo ship that was about to be completed; three smaller cargo ships also sustained damage of varying degrees, delaying the work deadline... Secretary Sun personally rushed to the scene, directing with composure..."

"Mm."

"Secretary Deng arrived late yesterday and was drunk besides. Secretary Sun flew into a rage." Yan Deputy Director forcibly suppressed his gloating smile. Normally, getting drunk outside work hours would be nothing, but Jiangning Officialdom was currently under the influence of an unprecedented storm surge, and this fence-sitting Political and Legal High Official was almost certain to be ousted.

It seemed Sun Maoxin wanted to install one of his own people.

Chen Yi thought so, and casually asked: "Whose ship is it?"

"Uh... it seems to be... Japan Mitsubishi Group's."

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