Chapter 378

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Sun Sheng truly hates Chen Yi.

Seizing a person's wealth is like killing their parents; the business in Wuxin County accounted for over half of Sun Sheng's business, and the gold mine was equivalent to laying golden eggs every day. This time, the complete shutdown was tantamount to his entire family being wiped out, save for the poor relatives outside. Therefore, even knowing that speaking recklessly would invite jealous hatred, Sun Sheng still spread word everywhere about Chen Yi's ugly conduct — the moment he left the gymnasium, he started making phone calls.

For a call at this distance, Chen Yi could hear it just by adding a Listening Scroll; a level 7 Listening Scroll has a range of 2 kilometers, and whispers within 300 meters are no problem.

However, Sun Sheng's hatred is precisely what Chen Yi needs, so he happily continued playing with his bow and arrow. Before long, Luo Xiaoshan called first, asking: "Sun Sheng is slandering your reputation everywhere; do you know about this?"

Chen Yi steadily put down his bow and arrow, smiled at Wu Jingjing, then asked: "How exactly is he slandering me?"

"He's saying you seized his business and such." Luo Xiaoshan cursed grumpily: "Just Jinsheng Securities alone is worth how much money? Would you need to seize his business?"

Chen Yi hehe'd a laugh and said: "Then help me pass a message too, spread it everywhere."

"You say it."

"If — I'm saying if..." Chen Yi looked up at the sky and said: "If Sun Dasheng dares to set foot in Wuxin County again, I'll wipe him out. You tell me, what would be the effect of saying it like that?"

No change in his chest; the "humble and modest" Cheap God was indeed fooled.

"Potent enough, but can you really wipe him out?" Sun Maoxin, this city high official, can't be considered a mere display no matter what; if He Fuhan leaves, he might be able to hold on for another two years.

"Hard to say for sure, just help me pass it along." Nearly a thousand Inspection Team members are stationed in Wuxin County; the local Armed Police Force have already called Jiangning. Chen Yi went to such great lengths, so he must make full use of it; otherwise it would be a loss.

Luo Xiaoshan went as instructed. Chen Yi put down his phone and smiled at Wu Jingjing, saying: "A bit of personal business."

"You're busier than before." Wu Jingjing came to China this time on her own initiative, hoping to pry some money out of Jinsheng Securities. On the other hand, she is extremely curious about the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall and has intentions of joining.

Relying on its capital and the connections from the Malaysian securities company it once acquired, Jinsheng Securities is doing increasingly well in Southeast Asia. Due to Chen Yi's personal inclination, Jinsheng Securities does not actually invest in stocks, nor does it absorb capital from ordinary people; instead, it invests in policy-oriented companies with reason, buying and selling shares, more like a conservative investment bank. Of course, its external designation remains venture capital.

Chen Yi chuckled lightly, picked up his bow and arrow, and fired a rapid three-shot burst. His archery posture was entirely taught by Holy Knight Grindel — the shooting method of the Saint Qiao Kingdom, skilled in war, is completely at odds with modern competitive concepts; many key points of movement are designed to evade attacks from Mages and Cavalry.

Wu Jingjing also picked up her bow and arrow, performing a standard shooting motion; her long hair fluttering, she exuded a contradictory sort of gentle and carefree grace.

"Can I join the Martial Arts Hall?" she suddenly asked.

"No." Chen Yi would inevitably oppose.

He doesn't mind the Martial Arts Hall producing highly cohesive Chinese people, but he strongly minds the appearance of highly cohesive foreigners. Many Chinese people equate ethnic Chinese with Chinese people, but in reality, they are not. Perhaps 100 years ago they were Chinese, but after so many generations of proliferation, with the invasion of European and American culture, whether they are Chinese is decided neither by Chinese people nor by ethnic Chinese. If one must judge, overseas Chinese likely identify more with capitalist Taiwan than with socialist China.

Wu Jingjing keenly sensed Chen Yi's rejection, pouted cutely, which involuntarily reminded him of his younger sister Chen Rongxi.

The two's appearances have little connection, but their personalities are similar — probably because they are both rich young ladies.

"I thought your Martial Arts Hall was open."

"Open to Chinese people, but entrance verification is still required."

There are many students wanting to enter the Martial Arts Hall now; each selection round, only one in ten gets chosen. Of course, some young people who weren't selected this time will still sign up for the next selection, but it is an indisputable fact that the Martial Arts Hall's assessments are becoming increasingly strict. The students who entered the Martial Arts Hall with priority admission rights in the 15th batch have mostly graduated by now. By the 30th batch, the students' cultivation speed had noticeably accelerated. Now at the 47th batch, it's not just assessing the students' talent and aptitude, but also whether they are willing to work overseas, which has become part of the assessment. Besides Su Yuanchun, the Archive Research Room has added 4 students and 8 staff members, half of whom are used to analyze the controllability of selected students.

In three months, when this batch of students graduates, the number of people heading to the West Continent will see explosive growth.

Such a blunt refusal was something Wu Jingjing rarely encountered; although it was within her expectations, it was ultimately uncomfortable, so she asked with a slightly stiff tone: "Is the Martial Arts Hall perhaps a Chinese military institution?"

Chen Yi smiled without answering; this question isn't easy to answer.

Wu Jingjing helplessly raised her bow and arrow, vented by shooting a few arrows, then recovered her mood and bloomed a smile again: "I originally wanted to join the Martial Arts Hall, which would have been a happy thing for both you and the Hall; I didn't expect to fail — truly unexpected."

"You wanting to join the Martial Arts Hall is what surprises me." Chen Yi replied with a laugh in Malay.

The Indonesian language is a language reformed based on the Riau dialect of Malay; Indonesia's elite all understand Malay. Chen Yi also didn't want to reveal too many languages he knows, so he answered in Malay.

Actually, this was already enough to surprise the people nearby.

Wu Jingjing had long witnessed Chen Yi's "language talent"; she calmly began her shooting training but did not bring up cooperation with Jinsheng Securities.

She originally thought Chen Yi would be a good breakthrough point, like many domestic rich kids who ruin their own businesses.

However, although Chen Yi jokes and laughs about small matters, once his own interests are involved, he calculates everything clearly. Wu Jingjing couldn't be bothered to ask for boredom. After all, she expects over 1 billion USD in bond purchases; even meeting a fool would take Herculean effort. Facing a player like Chen Yi, she worries she might end up losing more than she gains.

Chen Yi is staring at the Listening Scroll; how could he let Wu Jingjing gain an advantage? Seeing she voluntarily stays silent, he naturally won't speak either.

Indonesia's paper pulp business is gradually showing signs of replacing Canada's, but this business's demand for capital is no small amount. The Indonesia Paper Industry Group, with nearly 100 billion USD in assets, is still seeking low-priced long-term bonds. Jinsheng Securities holds over 3 billion USD in funds, three times that of Gold Source International, and is a rare large securities company in all of Southeast Asia — naturally tempting Wu Jingjing.

Fortunately she didn't bring it up again; otherwise Chen Yi had long prepared a 12% interest rate waiting for her — that would be treating her family's company as junk bonds. At that point, splitting and selling it off would turn a profit immediately.

Bursts of cheers interrupted Chen Yi and Wu Jingjing's "communication"; it was Yin Senyong, bored, performing his West Continent-style archery method.

Compared to Student Chen, his movements are even less standard, but his speed is simply too fast — "pop pop pop" like firing a gun — and his accuracy is frighteningly high.

A Chinese student saw this and said half-truthfully: "This amazing? No wonder Chinese people stopped using firearms back then."

Chen Yi snickered inwardly; Yin Senyong's bow and arrow can be said to be the lowest-level combat movements of the West Continent. If not for the scarcity of ranged weapons, this kind of weapon that can't even reliably pierce light armor would have been eliminated long ago.

"Mr. Chen, you're here?"

"Sima Lue?" Chen Yi was slightly surprised.

"Is the invitation still valid?" After putting on a shirt, Sima Lue looks even more like a bored middle school instructor.

"Valid." Chen Yi put down his bow and arrow with a hearty laugh.

"Then..." Sima Lue hesitated instead, and after a moment asked: "Can I get that medicine?"

Chen Yi gently shook his head and asked with a smile: "What medicine?"

Sima Lue said disappointedly: "I thought you would show me... that experimental medicine."

What he speaks of is

Chen Yi touched his nose and said: "If you're willing, um, to sign a 10-year contract to work overseas."

"Then I'll be 50 years old!" Sima Lue felt cheated.

Chen Yi shrugged and said: "In three years, you can go home."

"Impossible."

"I won't entrust a hospital to someone not prepared to stay 10 years." Chen Yi likewise shook his head and said: "You're not the only candidate."

"But you still haven't selected anyone."

"That's our high requirement." Chen Yi valued Sima Lue's psychological quality, his calm in danger. As for medical skill itself, he had methods to help him improve.

But just as he said, the West Continent has even higher requirements for doctors, especially doctors presiding over hospitals, and to this day, surgeons who understand surgery are still merely A-Level Priority, not urgently needing to be gained. Hundreds of students are all in quite good physical condition, the natives have lacked doctors and medicine for so many years, and they don't mind waiting a bit longer.

Sima Lue hesitated again.

Right at this moment, Luo Xiaoshan also came to the school's gymnasium, and upon arriving raised his voice to shout: "That kid Sun Sheng went too far, he informed the Provincial Party Committee about the matter."

"Informed whom?" Chen Yi frowned.

"Rumors spread in the Government Compound, who would he dare inform. It's just saying your eating appearance is ugly, that you want to swallow the Southeast Province's gold mine alone..." Luo Xiaoshan's voice was never quiet.

Chen Yi laughed, saying: "As long as it's not a formal report or the like, it doesn't matter."

Sima Lue's eyes brightened, asking: "You have connections in the Provincial Party Committee?"

"How so?" Chen Yi raised his head, but saw Liu Xinyu had also come, walking over from amidst a group of stunned dumbfounded young people.

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