Chapter 375

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Fang Yu was thriving spectacularly in Jiangning City.

The Old Chen Family had risen, so the Old Chen Family's relatives naturally ought to rise as well; moreover, Fang Yu's father Fang Zhennan was the Jiangning City Vice Mayor. Although Fang Zhennan hadn't entered the Standing Committee, he was nonetheless highly valued, so Fang Yu moved freely in the yanei circle; he also liked to take on troubles, and no matter through which connections, he often managed to get things done; as a result, the young masters and misses of Jiangning City all started calling Fang Yu "Dazigongzi."

Fang Yu also liked gathering with the yanei of various families; this gave him a sense of superiority, and the crowd played with many things — whether cars, parties, or women, there were always people to make introductions.

Sitting in the "Tiandi Xuanhuang" KTV, Fang Yu sang his heart out; the table was a mess of foreign liquor, and the hostesses had been swapped out who knows how many rounds. The Land Bureau's second yanei didn't even spare the mama-san, hugging her and groping wildly, hating that he couldn't stick her skin onto his own face.

Just as the revelry was surging and lust was unbearable, the KTV door was pushed open.

"Hey, wasn't it locked?" the Land Bureau's young yanei got angry first.

Fang Yu went "Heh" and asked: "Who is it?"

"Me." The answer was naturally Chen Yi; he had used Curse Potion to unlock the door and was just walking in covering his nose.

People staying long in a closed environment lose sensitivity in smell and hearing. Fang Yu squinted and stared for a long while before realizing, then shouted loudly: "It's Chen Yi ah, Xiao Yi ah."

Chen Yi sat down opposite him laughing heartily and said: "It's me."

So humble, gaining 2x+ heat.

Except for two or three guys who were too drunk, the remaining seven or eight guys all sat up with a start.

Others might not know Chen Yi, but how could they not know.

He Tao and Ceng Quan — those were top-tier yanei of Southeast Province; they went abroad just like that, without even a chance to say goodbye; everyone used to be afraid to ask, but now it's all crystal clear.

All were drummed out by Chen Yi.

Fang Yu was a bit drunk; he patted Chen Yi's shoulder and said: "What business do you have with Brother? Hahahaha."

Beside him, the Provincial Sports Commission's young master Bai Xianke was so scared cold sweat broke out, though it incidentally sobered him up. He was close with Fang Yu, so he hugged him and laughed: "Brother Fang, Brother Fang, you're drunk; Brother Chen, don't blame him; the room reeks of horse piss."

He wasn't much younger than Fang Yu by two years, yet calling Chen Yi "Brother Chen" was unavoidable.

Chen Yi had to be humble, so he said: "No matter, I'm cultivating now, good temper."

Incidentally he also spoke a truth, bonus points!

Chen Yi searched on the tabletop; everyone fell deathly silent. He picked up a bottle of ice water from the table, looking as if he would splash it on Fang Yu, then suddenly stopped and asked: "He's drunk; I'll sober him up — that counts as proper business, right?"

"Proper business, proper business." There were 11 yanei male or female present, plus 11 hostesses and a mama-san; now whether they understood or not, all knew they had to nod and agree.

"Then it should be humble and respectful." Chen Yi did just that, throwing and splashing a bottle of ice water over. Mediocre effect.

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen, we have sober-up medicine." Bai Xianke said, pouring two bottles of sober-up medicine into Fang Yu.

The latter wasn't actually that drunk; he was just confused at the start and said the wrong things, so he could only pretend to be drunk. At this point he went along with the flow and laughed: "Aiyo, Chen Yi's here."

"Mm, came to find you for a bit of business; everyone else get out."

A crowd of people hurriedly ran out; the mama-san even took the time to tidy a clean table before retreating.

Fang Yu's stiff face relaxed; he rolled his frog eyes back toward his buttocks and forced a smile: "A Yi, what is it?"

Now he was becoming more and more afraid of Chen Yi.

Counting it up, Fang Yu was the highest-ranking Jiangning yanei playing outside; the direct lineages of major families had all kinds of paths arranged from childhood — those meant for military academy went to military academy, those meant for politics entered politics; if Chen Yi reached marriageable age, that path would also be set. Like He Tao who was forced to leave — his father was only Deputy Bureau Level, yet because he had a Deputy Ministry Level uncle, he still had to follow the standard route of middle school then university; during the Jiangning Middle School period, few knew his identity. Students like Yun Hangsheng and Nie Pingzhi, after normal university graduation, if they wanted shortcuts, could go from Student Union to Youth League Committee to Central Party Committee, promoting extremely fast. But yanei like them naturally couldn't enjoy life like Fang Yu.

Chen Yi simply sat on the table, drew a circle with Curse Ink, turned off the TV, and said: "This time I came, actually I want to see if there's anything I can help with."

"Ah?" Fang Yu was shocked and suspicious; it was too bizarre.

"Just say it..." Chen Yi hesitated a moment, decided to use the truth he was already used to: "You think of a sufficiently justified reason for me, a way to make a name resound; which yanei molested a respectable woman, or who adulterated oil with water..."

"Mine... how would I put this." Fang Yu really didn't understand the situation.

Chen Yi shrugged and said: "Is there or isn't there? Best if it's righteous and stern, a case no one can brush aside. Like rape, murder — are there police who fear power and dare not judge?"

"Truly none." Fang Yu thought: if there were police unafraid of power, the first one they'd arrest would be you.

Chen Yi slammed the table and stood: "How could there be none?"

【42】 "How could there be none?"

"This truly has none." Fang Yu said with a bitter face: "You say, nowadays how many respectable women are prettier than stars? The clubhouse has even more beautiful women; why would anyone need to molest respectable women?"

"I just don't believe there's none."

"You put it like this, I have no way." Fang Yu plopped down on the sofa.

Chen Yi glared at him with his eyes, not speaking.

Fang Yu slowly couldn't hold his composure.

In legendary terms, Chen Yi's gaze was the kind that has killed.

Fang Yu couldn't take it, said aggrievedly: "You just want to find someone to bully a bit, why always pick on us servants?"

"What do you mean 'us servants'?"

"All fellow townsfolk..." Fang Yu said pitifully: "Look, if not from the Municipal Government Compound, then from the Municipal Party Committee Compound..."

Halfway through, Fang Yu shut his mouth; Chen Yi grew up in a villa — truly not pissing in the same pot.

Chen Yi silently continued staring at him.

Can't speak carelessly; one sentence could waste the past few days' efforts.

Fang Yu found it especially unbearable; endured two minutes, couldn't hold out.

"Forget it, forget it." He waved his hands chaotically and said: "You just want to establish prestige, right? Might as well just finish me, Fang Yu."

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow, seriously looked him over from head to toe, and asked: "Really?"

"Really... really what, I'm your Cousin ah." Fang Yu shrank his neck, flipped his long hair again, and said: "You... sigh, forget it, forget it; that... our Southeast Province lacks nothing, has whatever you want. However, I've seen plenty of young masters who eat, drink, whore, and gamble; I've also seen plenty of princesses who eat, drink, whore, and gamble; if you ask me, burning, killing, looting — that's running mines."

Chen Yi perked up, straightened his waist and said: "How so?"

"Legitimate mining — to get stamps approved from higher departments, you must pay money, no exception even if you mine yourself; at most subordinates help stuff money. Mining inevitably causes environmental pollution; this trouble is extreme — say you have it and you have it; a set of environmental equipment costs who knows how much, and every day it's several thousand — that's burning money; so you have to think of ways to sneak-discharge a bit? If there are worker injuries or deaths, that's actually certain — just a matter of early or late." Fang Yu swallowed saliva here and said: "If it's illegitimate mining, the methods to solve trouble are even more numerous; but a servant without any Taoism Level really can't pull it off."

"Then who do you think is most suitable for establishing authority?" Chen Yi's tone was faint. He actually wasn't just doing this to gain Shenjia.

After the New Year would be Grandpa's birthday, and that was also a time to show muscle. Last time, the Chen Family proved their enduring vitality and stabilized their position. This time, they naturally wanted to advance a step further. In officialdom, you either bully others or get bullied by others; there is no middle path to walk. Nice guys are the ones who end up sidelined. Politics itself contains far too many competitive elements. To put it nicely, they are game-theory elements.

The resources the Chen Family can currently mobilize are not many; to barely speak of them, they consist of Chen Zhongguo's former students and subordinates after his recovery, and Chen Yi — these two parts. The others have long since formed a balance of compromise and struggle with various forces, which cannot be easily broken.

Compared to Grandpa, Chen Yi was naturally more suitable for charging into the fray. After Quan Cong proposed the concept of Flying Yang Cross Hu, he went along with it, wanting to make things even bigger.

The legitimate heir of the dignified Chen Family, wanting to make a name for himself — where would he need Fang Yu?

"Speak." Chen Yi urged again.

Fang Yu steeled his heart and said: "Sun Maoxin's son Sun Dasheng is the one occupying Wuxin County's Gold Mine. If you want to establish authority, he couldn't be more suitable."

"Lead the way." Chen Yi spun his head around twice in quick succession and felt it was suitable.

Sun Maoxin was originally a fence-sitter by personality, but leaned toward the Chen Family. This was a need of the "struggle situation"; because the He Family was strong, he had to unite with the Chen Family and other Families to resist, only then would he not even lose his Standing Committee seat.

However, now the Chen Family's power is great, the He Family's power is weak, plus the previous two officialdom earthquakes weakened He Fuhan's prestige, Sun Maoxin decisively turned into a politician who puts interests above all, wanting to maneuver between the two and cultivate his own power base.

At a time like this, giving Sun Maoxin a knock isn't bad either.

Fang Yu fell completely into confusion and asked: "Where to?"

"Wuxin County."

"Sun Dasheng isn't there. He hangs around in Jiangning all day."

"We seal his Gold Mine, and he'll naturally have to come." Chen Yi finished speaking, then called back to the Martial Arts Hall, ordering Lu Xiong to bring four teams of the Wuguan Inspection Team to rendezvous.

Zhu Guangliang and Bureau Chief Yan's Team are even more indispensable; this is a layer of glossy skin — without it, it's a gang brawl; with it, it's joint law enforcement.

Fang Yu stared dumbfounded and asked: "Bureau Chief Yan is the Public Security Bureau's Bureau Chief Yan?"

"Yes."

Fang Yu laughed foolishly, forcibly trying to claim a connection: "I've even played with his son before."

"Is that so? Last time at a Sacrificial Ceremony, I seem to have met him. Let's go, we're departing."

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