Chapter 376

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The Martial Arts Hall had already recruited its 45th session, reaching a scale of nearly ten thousand people, ranking among the best in the Southeast Region.

The four Inspection Teams totaled only sixty people; there was no need for mobilization, as the night shift personnel were more than sufficient. A few shouts from the Naked Bear, and an organized unit was pulled out.

This was precisely Chen Yi's Martial Arts Hall; anyone else would have been a target of dictatorship.

Liu Xinyu held the fort inside the hall, helping Chen Yi gather twenty-two automobiles, each assigned a dedicated driver, equivalent to adding another unit's manpower. She also deliberately selected early Jiangbei students, effectively assigning them to Chen Yi as his guard team.

After the unit assembled, Chen Yi finally saw his guard members. Although not truly necessary, they were bound to be useful. Thinking there might be captives or casualties, he also assigned a captain and two vice captains to the unit, barely forming an organization.

A motorcade drove with headlights on, accompanied by two registered police cars with ordinary license plates, speeding toward Wuxin County.

Fang Yu sat on the raptor, nervously saying: "We're just charging over like this? That's clearly picking a fight. Can Sun Maoxin handle it?"

His father still works at the Municipal Government, a vice mayor ranked near the bottom. No matter how deep his background, he definitely can't compare to a City High Official. Otherwise, the Party's cadres would be a joke.

Chen Yi didn't care about him, hehehed twice as a response.

The little lizard was still complaining there: "Stinky man's buttocks, I dislike them."

"Thank you," Chen Yi answered.

The little lizard asked: "Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for disliking stinky men's buttocks. Boys' love dramas aren't welcome everywhere."

One hour later, the lead vehicle reported: "I see the sign for Wuxin County; fifteen kilometers to the county town."

"We turn toward Liu Township. Does that place produce willow wood?"

Kong Qian from the rear vehicle not only brought his own direct-line subordinates but also invited an old criminal police officer who had served as a constable in Wuxin County. The latter whispered to him, and he then loudly explained over the walkie-talkie: "Liu Township used to be a good place for making coffins, but now small gold mines are everywhere. It's a mess."

"Who owns the largest gold mine?"

"The gold mine naturally belongs to the state," Kong Qian laughed and said. "We have the Armed Police Gold Force. But villagers' illegal small gold mines keep popping up despite bans. This... the largest one is on the edge of Liu Township, almost out of Jiangning City's area. Cars can't get in."

Chen Yi had anticipated this and only said: "Abandon the sedans, get on the SUVs."

They drove for another hour, covering only thirty kilometers in total, mostly going in circles. Fang Yu had drunk alcohol and blown in the wind, then was jolted around, and vomited twice with great relief, no longer able to pretend to be drunk at all—he was almost unconscious.

Kong Qian, raised in luxury, was equally listless and automatically muted his walkie-talkie.

As for the Martial Arts Hall students, they basically had no motion sickness.

Now, students below Level 3 couldn't even enter the Inspection Teams. Newly recruited students were generally Level 4 or above, equivalent to special forces quality after three to five years of military training, each one physically robust.

After swaying for another twenty minutes, the lead vehicle reported: "We've arrived."

"Everyone get out, wear armor, hold wooden sticks. Captains may use bows and arrows," Chen Yi said as he got out of the car.

The place producing gold indeed had a harsh environment.

They were beneath a cylinder of yellow and green, with a gentle long slope underfoot, and stretching willow trees like a deformed ocean, green and red, like a demon's soccer field.

The road opened by the mine was terrible, basically dirt roads paved with stones. Kong Qian came forward, pointing to the mountain top: "The mine is on the other side of the mountain; turn in and it's there, not far, but the road is very bad. The stones on the ground are anti-slip, but several trucks have fallen off before. We're not familiar with the road, so we won't drive up the mountain."

"The mine is opened like this?"

"Of course." Fang Yu finally found a topic and said: "It's said they earn tens of millions every year."

Chen Yi immediately calculated and said curiously: "That's only a few hundred kilograms of gold?"

"Who knows. What he sells can't be as expensive as in a gold shop, right. And the gold that comes out isn't pure." Fang Yu showed weakness and quickly changed the topic: "How do you plan to handle it?"

"We'll know once we go up." Chen Yi waved his hand, and the unit carried bows and arrows and held sticks as they went up the mountain.

The Naked Bear took the lead to open the way. He was already at Level 8 in body technique, his muscles solid like stone. If there were Type 38 rifles up there, they might cause some losses, but if using wild guns from Qinghai or fragile pistols, at a distance they truly couldn't penetrate flesh.

Chen Yi stayed at the back, accompanying Kong Qian and several public security officers. Zhu Guangliang, fearing he would be conspicuous, sent only Xiao Zhu, but equipped him with a satellite phone. When needed, a single call could immediately mobilize troops again.

The so-called "seeing the mountain and running the horse to death"—Kong Qian was first exhausted beyond endurance, followed by that old constable. Fang Yu's body was decent, but he only lasted a few more minutes.

This was when the benefits of the Martial Arts Hall training showed. Nearly a hundred people, wearing heavy armor, maintained a silent state all the way, actually without training, looking like an army.

The Naked Bear, in the West Continent, had watched several urban suppression operations and participated in two field training marches, feeling he had the air of an officer. So after going up, he directed the men to circle around to both sides.

No matter which era's war, with many people, circling around is always correct.

Chen Yi didn't care about him, just brought a few people to stand at the intersection, watching the yellow light at the mine entrance.

Soon, chaotic shouting came from inside.

The Martial Arts Hall's inherited stick sounds followed, with slapping flesh sounds alternating between crisp and dull, actually having a musical artistic sense.

Fang Yu knew he shouldn't ask, but still asked: "Did they start fighting? Why does it seem like wild beasts? Is it going smoothly?"

"The bowstring didn't sound, so it's going smoothly."

Kong Qian couldn't help but smile and said: "Just like us catching johns. As long as there's no sound of jumping out of windows, it's going smoothly."

"You really catch johns?" Fang Yu's focus immediately shifted.

"Of course."

"I've never encountered it." Fang Yu touched his nose.

Kong Qian laughed and cried at the same time. The vice mayor's son went to clubhouses; they wouldn't dare touch those.

"Go in." Chen Yi checked the time and asked: "Did you get the things you brought?"

"Got them." The constable pulled out two rolls of seals and walked toward the mine smiling.

The ground along the way was very rotten, but people stood on both sides. The Naked Bear held a bow and arrow with the arrowheads removed and shouted: "Miners stand on the left, management personnel stand on the right. No one is allowed to run, only to walk..."

Actually no one ran. In the big mountain, where could they run? Besides, the people on the mine didn't feel they had done anything wrong—mining in the mountain, eating by strength, how could it be wrong?

"Is there anyone below the mine?" The constable asked, still lacking confidence. Earlier on the mountain road he hadn't noticed, but now looking under bright lights, a group of Martial Arts Hall students like soldiers from the cold weapon era really seemed frightening.

The mine boss counted heads and said: "No one left."

"Ask again, see if anyone's down in the mine?"

The mine manager asked once more, then came back and said: "None left."

"Seal it." The veteran criminal police had done this job before; in a couple of moves he sealed up the mine shaft.

Kong Qian quietly said to Chen Yi: "The machinery on the mine—should we smash it?"

Afraid he wouldn't understand, Kong Qian explained again: "It's not easy to get machinery up to the mine. Smash it, and they can't resume work for at least three months. That's how we always handle it during our safety inspection joint operations."

"Then smash it."

Fang Yu hurriedly stopped him, saying: "This is... this is Sun Dasheng's mine."

"Execute." After Chen Yi gave the order, he turned his head and asked: "Why is that fellow called Sun Dasheng?"

"His real name is Sun Sheng. If not Sun Dasheng, what else would you call him?" Fang Yu was quite ready with an argument.

Clanging sounds rose from ahead; the naked bear figured out what was going on, casually grabbed an engineering hammer and went to work, the smashing sounds all "bang bang bang," and in two hits he'd smashed the parts into pieces.

"Down the mountain." Chen Yi was no longer interested in the gold mine with sewage flowing everywhere.

The captain of the Second Team hurriedly ran up and asked: "Hall Master, what about the prisoners?"

"Take all the externally hired management personnel away; release the local villagers and workers."

"Yes."

Fang Yu asked strangely: "Take away the management personnel—what do you want to do?"

"Make them write service evaluations, write self-criticisms, understand?"

"Don't understand, come here to do what?"

Kong Qian hurriedly explained: "These are all evidence, ironclad as a mountain. No one can make trouble over the mine, lest they go back and complete formalities or some other nonsense afterward."

The next morning, Chen Yi was still asleep at the Wuxin County guesthouse when Sun Dasheng received the news and came to visit in person, driving his own car.

Sun Dasheng was young and handsome. His big face looked very much like Sun Maoxin; he was dressed fashionably and appropriately, and apart from the mud on his shoes, at first glance he looked like a white-collar dining at a high-end restaurant in Jiangning.

Kong Qian and Fang Yu kept him company, naturally having to chat with Sun Dasheng, while Chen Yi ate breakfast and listened to their nonsense.

As he was about to finish eating, Sun Dasheng couldn't help but directly say to Chen Yi: "Since you've come today, please let me do my duty as a host. I know you don't care for a small county town, but a small county town also has good things..."

"Do you know?" Chen Yi suddenly interrupted Sun Dasheng, pointing at the potatoes on the plate and introducing: "In the past, the British believed that potatoes and tomatoes both had aphrodisiac effects. The Irish relied entirely on potatoes to survive, and they said the huge population increase was due to the aphrodisiac effect of potatoes. Interesting, isn't it..."

"Ah?" Sun Sheng had no idea what he was inexplicably talking about.

Fang Yu, on the other hand, had a bad premonition; whenever Chen Yi said such things, it seemed to be to make the other party focus their attention and lower their vigilance.

Sure enough, Chen Yi put down his fork in the blink of an eye and said: "I transferred another 40 inspection team members yesterday."

"What team?"

Chen Yi slowly said: "600 people, respectively going to 7 gold mines to seal them."

Sun Sheng could no longer restrain his anger, "slap," he slapped his hand on the table, saying: "Chen Yi, don't push your luck. What the hell gives you the right to seal my mine?"

"If it really were your mine, that would be serious trouble." Chen Yi sneered: "You can go ask Deng Ge, Secretary Deng, what crime it is to illegally operate a gold mine. You can also ask your father, see if he can cover several gold mines."

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