Chapter 349

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

After tests by Zhu Feng and Yin Shiwang, the effects of the Knowledge Solvent were outstanding, and it was very safe. The only flaw was that eating nothing but jelly every day was despairing.

Anglo-American case law was complete and complex; wasting several hundred minutes of video footage on a single case was normal. Although editing could be done, neither Chen Yi nor the Naked Bear had time for such things.

Thus, to guarantee the quality and quantity of learning, Zhu Feng and Yin Shiwang had to eat at least 15 kilograms of jelly every day, equivalent to 15,000 minutes of video, taking over two hours to digest naturally. After their protests came to nothing, they could only devote themselves to solving the taste problem, actively making and trying soy sauce jelly, sweet and sour jelly, meat gravy stewed jelly, fried jelly, and other new varieties.

It proved that as long as it wasn't something as fragmented as jelly-filled dumplings, processing "Knowledge Jelly" would not change its effects.

After observing for about a week, Chen Yi began preparing "Knowledge Jelly" for his family.

Grandfather Chen Zhongguo listened to lectures or talks by top scholars every day. Although one-on-one communication was more effective than video footage, it still couldn't match the speed of Knowledge Jelly. Moreover, Knowledge Solvent could serve as a tool for knowledge reserves, turning talks into a form of review.

Father Chen Congyu had been in office for less than a month and was already buried in a sea of documents and meetings, with materials to read every day as numerous as cow hairs. If he used Knowledge Solvent, he would surely get through the critical period quickly. Familiarizing himself with his job was the necessary impetus for advancement; he was lacking far more than those unlucky colleagues.

Similarly, for Uncle Chen Guoliang, Uncle Chen Rongjie, Maternal Uncle Fang Zhennan, Mother Fang Manyi, and others, learning was beneficial, but their daily time was limited while work was endless.

Chen Yi had plenty of "Knowledge Solvent" on hand, but deciding exactly what knowledge to fuse wasn't something he could decide by slapping his head. He found the school principal Tan Tianhua and proposed a private project "Visualization of Academic Materials and Classroom Tutorials," funded by the Chen Group, with the first batch of 5 million yuan RMB in place.

In terms of research funding, 5 million was quite an attractive figure, enough for about ten professors to buy cars and computers and pay themselves salaries.

Tan Tianhua readily agreed and said: "I will definitely urge them to reach a conclusion as soon as possible."

"Even if it's just the most basic organization, I hope it can be provided within a short time."

"No problem." Tan Tianhua was like someone answering a question for a superior leader. This matter didn't require him to personally take action; just urging was enough, and the benefits were not few.

Chen Yi then waited a few more days, and on the way sent the fully loaded Water Land God Box and five visitors who had finished their family reunion to the West Continent. The Water Land God Box, fully loaded with 80,000 tons, was the maximum limit when filling metal materials such as steel ingots. Usually, when transporting fuel, cement, and twisted machinery, two or three ten thousand tons was the limit.

Li Duo and others curiously looked at the Water Land God Box, which was many times larger than a normal subway. Compared to their previous anxiety, their emotions were now much more stable.

Having solved the family's financial problems and being able to travel semi-freely between Earth and the West Continent, their mindset had fundamentally changed. Chen Yi also hoped they could spread this mindset. He didn't want the West Continent to become a lonely fortress or a purely secret world. West Continent people should have the will to return to Earth, just like the Portuguese in Macau, the British in Malaysia, and the French in Vietnam. Perhaps they spent most of their lives in colonies, but they always had countless ties to their motherland, regarding the motherland as the strongest backing, and opening up territory for the motherland...

Only in this way could Chen Yi's identity and the Chen Family's power take effect.

Anyone wanting to seize power only needed to weigh the gap in status between themselves and Chen Yi on Earth, and they would furl their flags and stop their drums, obediently selling themselves.

This was not a fair game; this was a bloody world under the calm currents of reality.

After briefly handling West Continent affairs, Chen Yi returned to Earth after staying only one day. The gentlemen of the Rhombus Conference Hall were becoming increasingly proficient and no longer needed him to participate in specific work.

Perhaps in a few more years, they would become a true Cabinet. Of course, that would require many adjustments, many sacrifices, many attempts and probes, and most importantly, they would still have to rely on Chen Yi...

The world and humanity have their own operating rules. As long as the right direction is found, the goal will naturally be reached without forced manipulation.

Returning from the West Continent, Jiangning was once again dotted with stars.

Chen Yi looked up at the sky, but even straining his eyes, he couldn't see the scenery on a single star.

Heaven knows, on which planet is the West Continent...

And where is Heaven.

The "dong dong" time signal came from the outer wall of the Bai Ren Xia. Chen Yi raised his head and saw that the three-story-high screen was playing advertisements while also displaying the time.

4:30.

Even prostitutes would be fast asleep at this time. Only energetic teenagers would be out at this hour, perhaps.

Straining his ears, he could hear the "bing pang ping pang" sounds from the Central Storage Area; those were the workers unloading the Water Land God Box. Among the Martial Arts Hall staff, nearly a hundred people with a control coefficient above Level A had all been transferred to work at the Central Storage Area, with salaries high enough to cause envy. Plus the Jiangjing Storage Area, with slightly lower salaries and lower control coefficients, out of the more than 3,000 employees eliminated by the entire Martial Arts Hall, about 1,000 were absorbed, greatly alleviating the contradictions between students, staff, and the Martial Arts Hall, and benefiting Chen Yi's development.

The only place still open for business that Chen Yi saw was a 24-hour fast food shop. Upon entering, he saw a group of male and female shop employees slumped in disarray, hiding under the counter, unknown whether they were sleeping or sleeping.

Chen Yi knocked on the table, cleared out the pastries and hamburgers they had left in the glass display case, and then walked to the Lao Zhai.

"Unimpeded Movement" was a Divine Art with remarkably miraculous effects. Even in the city, it could play a huge role. For example, when walking on the sidewalk, one would absolutely not be affected by passing vehicles, as if calculating it, threading the needle through gaps, without worrying about traffic accidents due to speed changes. If driving oneself, one wouldn't be troubled by constantly changing traffic lights. If encountering a traffic jam, there would surely be a bicycle lane for you to ride on. As for "traffic rules," that was not something "Unimpeded Movement" needed to be responsible for—if analyzed by key points, the individual or equipment led by the subject of the art would at least be guaranteed to move at above-average speed.

The old housekeeper didn't know what time he woke up. As soon as day broke, he sat under the big tree in the front yard, breathing the morning mist and eating glutinous rice porridge. Seeing Chen Yi, he greeted: "Yi Ge'er, you came so early. Have you had breakfast?"

His tone was full of the morning sun's energy; at first listen, one would think he was a young man.

The Chen Family elder's health could be said to conform to the wishes of the entire Chen Family. While the old housekeeper was happy, his own body seemed to have become healthy as well.

"I ate a few hamburgers. Is Grandfather up?"

"Maybe another half hour."

"Then bring me a bowl of porridge." Chen Yi was not polite at all; he needed to properly replenish his nutrition.

Besides Knowledge Potion, Chen Yi today also prepared to use the Divine Art "Bestowal" a third time on his grandfather. Being a national leader was quite exhausting. Doing well or badly was related not only to one's own intelligence and reputation but also to health and personal charm. Now Chen Zhongguo had fallen behind. To rise again, he had to compete with those leaders in their forties and fifties who also wanted to rise to power.

So, if Chen Zhongguo prepared to be an ordinary old man, playing with his grandchildren—Chen Yi actually wasn't ready to be played with—then using Bestowal twice to reach the health level of a fifty or sixty-year-old would suffice. Now he needed more energy and clearer thinking.

The old manor's service staff quickly brought a bowl of Eight Treasure Porridge. The benefit of being a leader was that the state paid the bill. The porridge and the service staff counted as the state's; only after eating it into one's own belly did it count as one's own, or the sanitation workers'.

After eating and drinking his fill, Chen Yi looked at his watch and asked: "Grandfather, who did you talk with today?"

"It was Lun Yiliang, the Southeast Asia expert from the Social Sciences Academy."

"Him." Chen Yi touched his nose, then immediately asked: "Can I see Grandfather first?"

"Their appointment is at 7 o'clock. There's still about a quarter of an hour." The old housekeeper agreed himself, then instructed the people downstairs and walked inside.

The old manor was even more lively. Upon entering, he saw the barber giving Chen Zhongguo, who was listening to a report, a haircut. Since he couldn't touch the body, the barber's arms were completely suspended in the air, and he focused all his attention on Chen Zhongguo's head movements to avoid mistakes.

"Grandfather." Chen Yi called out, then said without wasting time: "Talk alone?"

"Hmm? You two go downstairs." Chen Zhongguo said, twisting his neck, and asked with a smile: "What did you think of today?"

Chen Yi watched the secretary reading the Times headline and the barber leave, then coughed once, deciding to first talk about the Knowledge Solvent. He said: "I have an item that can supplement knowledge through images. Are you interested?"

"Supplement knowledge through images?"

"I'm not very clear about the specific principle. Maybe it records memories through brainwaves or something." Chen Yi shrugged and simply took out the finished "Knowledge Sol," crystal clear and transparent, placed on the tabletop like a piece of transparent soap, and said: "Now it can be confirmed that it has no side effects, and the effect is excellent. But because the method of obtaining it is very special, it is only suitable for a few people to use."

At least hundreds of people in China were suspicious of Chen Zhongguo's suddenly changed health condition, and Chen Zhongguo himself was even more so. So seeing the magical transparent soap Chen Yi took out, his reaction was very calm.

Perhaps when a Qing Dynasty official from the 19th century visited a foreign country for the first time, he would also be confused as expected.

"No bad side effects, or no side effects at all?"

"No side effects." Chen Yi estimated his grandfather would agree to use it, because from his perspective, the Direct Grandson was the least in need of harming himself, and given his age, even if there were potential safety factors, they would not manifest due to time.

Choosing his words carefully, Chen Yi explained: "The function of the Knowledge Sol is to release the images preserved inside it at an extremely fast speed, and make your brain remember them. To fully exert its effect, it should be invoked at least once after your brain remembers these images. Inside is the latest information about the Southeast from recent years. Do you want to try it?"

"Oh?"

"Just eat it." Chen Yi casually grabbed a plate and placed the "Transparent Soap" on top of it.

Chen Zhongguo was stunned for a moment, then laughed, skillfully tied a napkin around himself, took out a knife and fork, and began to share the jelly.

Now it was Chen Yi's turn to be dazed, his thoughts still stuck on when Lawyer Zhu Feng buried his head in an iron bucket to eat jelly.

Unfortunately, he could no longer see the sight of the national Leader grabbing jelly and smearing it all over his beard.

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