Chapter 380: Only I Can Use the Law Chapter 380: Resource Era (3)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

After greeting nearly a thousand tables of guests every day, even an iron man would be ground to juice.

Judging by the standard of shaking a pair of hands three times, Chen Yi had to move his arms over 20,000 times a day; assuming two shakes per second, that was equivalent to shaking for three hours straight without stopping.

And in actual circumstances, Chen Yi not only had to shake hands and move his arms, but also speak and give thanks.

In countries where election politics prevail, candidates who shake hands more than 500 times a day are touted by the media as "affectionate like family." They shake hands all day, go home at night to apply medicine, and live a life where their hands swell for three days out of a week; Lincoln, Truman, and Kennedy all called those "days of unbearable pain." But from another perspective, the reason they endure their swollen hands and still try to shake hands with candidates is that this affectionate, widely practiced etiquette is the best way to express and enhance friendship.

If it were in a country with an election system, a candidate who could persist in shaking hands 500 times a day, even if he couldn't reach the high office of governor or senator, becoming a mayor or county magistrate would be within easy reach—as long as he shook hands with every citizen in his jurisdiction once, half the votes would be settled.

In Chen Zhongguo's eyes, Chen Yi was shaking hands for the Chen Family.

Those relatives who originally wanted to see Chen Yi make a fool of himself, or were jealous of him stealing the limelight, closed their mouths by the afternoon of the next day.

The higher one's position, the more one understands the pain of shaking hands. Especially shaking hands with ordinary people—the process is often horrifying. Enthusiastic citizens only express their joy with large movements and a tight Tiger's Mouth, completely unaware how terrifying and cruel it is to perform such an action 500 times.

At the family gathering at night that evening, the old man praised Chen Yi twice, calling him "valiant and skilled in battle."

Shaking thousands of pairs of hands hard every day—if that isn't valiant and skilled in battle, what is!

The guests who came on the third day looked at Chen Yi as if looking at a Western mirror, while not forgetting to shake hands; compared to the first two days, today's faith income was much lower. Obviously, Chen Zhongguo's words had spread.

But Chen Yi still diligently shook hands and spoke words of thanks.

With the same threefold heat, a bus would waste 10 minutes, while shaking hands only needed 10 seconds; such an opportunity with so many people was hard to find again.

And for him, the problem of sore hands could be completely solved with fighting spirit, as long as it wasn't wasted idly,

the effect of "Exemption" was even greater.

"Hello hello, thank you for your and your wife's congratulatory gift; following Little He is sure to be right." Chen Yi skillfully said various short phrases, his brain entering a semi-dormant state.

Below the steps, another invitation was handed over.

Chen Yi perked up his spirit and took it, smiling: "Your number, Table 83..."

Such a table so far forward, he immediately raised his head, only to see a face of mixed joy and anger smiling.

"Han Jie! Back from Xijing?" Chen Yi habitually took her hand.

Her small hand was soft and slightly cool, quite comfortable.

"Tired?" Han Jie had originally wanted to act coquettish and throw a small tantrum. But hearing that he stood in front of the Grand Theater every day to welcome guests, she felt it was too hard.

"Trivial matter; being valiant and skilled in battle isn't just talk." Chen Yi's laugh had been practiced, neither too loud nor too small, not straining his voice.

The guests behind automatically handed invitations to the greeters beside them; besides Chen Yi, the Chen Family had several juniors welcoming guests. To put it plainly, they were all very close relatives, just that their combat power wasn't strong enough—they'd retreat after shaking hands with 300 people.

Han Jie bit her lips, pulled out her small hand, but instead grabbed Chen Yi's hand, looking him up and down for a long time, and asked strangely: "Really not swollen? What Pills did you use?"

"Young, recovering well."

Han Jie obviously didn't believe him: "I remember when my father went down for an inspection that year, when he came back his hands were swollen so he couldn't make a fist—that was just shaking hands with a few hundred people. Clench your fist and let me see."

Chen Yi helplessly performed clenching a fist for her to see.

The guests in front were all staring; seeing this, they all whispered among themselves, just short of clapping, shouting, and throwing coins.

"Your lips aren't chapped either." Han Jie's black ponytail swayed in the air, half coquettish, half accusing: "I heard you went to Xijing twice, but never came to see me."

"Busy..."

"Nonsense, were you accompanying some Japanese or Korean girl?" Han Jie looked suspicious, then felt she was being too jealous, quickly lowered her head, and said: "I'm going in to propose a toast to the old man."

Chen Yi said with a full smile: "Alright. Right hand after entering the door; you'll have to wait a bit. Just tell any service staff member, and they'll put you on the list; they'll call you when it's your turn."

The service staff of Jiangning Grand Theater were originally of good quality, and the Chen Family had hired waiters from three Zhaodaisuo—the Provincial Party Committee, Provincial Government, and Provincial Military Region—whose professional level surpassed that of Europe and America.

Han Jie, feeling somewhat distressed, pulled Chen Yi and said: "Then just decisively take me in."

"Then... alright." The peak hour of guests had passed; resting for an hour was fine.

Han Jie revealed a sweet smile, her blurred lip line making one want to bite into its red lushness.

She unabashedly embraced Chen Yi's arm; in such an occasion, it made the guests have all sorts of wonderful associations.

Chen Yi had just left when Sun Maoxin and He Fuhan came together to visit. Observant people could tell Sun Maoxin was being pulled by He Fuhan, but whether the bitter smile on his face was real or fake was truly hard to judge.

Due to their special positions, they were equivalent to the parent-officials of Jiangning City. Therefore, upon entering they were ushered in and directly received an audience with Old Chen.

Chen Yi hid in the crowd, watching their hypocritical birthday wishes, couldn't help but find it interesting, baring his white teeth.

Han Jie saw it, lightly punched him with a small fist, and asked: "What are you thinking, smiling so sneakily and wickedly."

Chen Yi shrugged and said: "Didn't I take away Sun Sheng's Gold Mine a few days ago? I was just thinking, Sun Maoxin has no money now, so what does he have to give as gifts?"

"Listen to you." Han Jie also laughed, then immediately added: "I used to think Secretary Sun was at least a clean official, but I didn't expect him to be greedy for money too."

"To be precise, it's his son who is greedy." Chen Yi touched his nose and said: "If he didn't run a Gold Mine, even as a legitimate businessman, his eating appearance would be ugly."

"People say you have ugly eating habits." Han Jie said with some worry: "Stories about you are circulating all over Xijing. Like Armed Police patrolling the mountains."

Chen Yi thought to himself: I'm far more excessive than the Armed Police.

But regarding the Martial Arts Hall matter, better not mention it if possible, let alone in such a public occasion.

The birthday wishes of the Secretary and Mayor weren't much longer than anyone else's; after saying the auspicious words, the two immediately left on some pretext, coming and going in a hurry, like Dung Beetles that had found food.

Chen Zhongguo's Secretary lightly waved his hand; Han Jie immediately pushed Chen Yi and said: "It's our turn. By the way, have you paid your birthday respects yet?"

"I've formally paid my respects; this time I'll give a gift."

Saying this, Chen Yi took out two pieces of Dan Shen from his Space Ring, pretended to be clumsy as he walked forward, gave them to his grandfather, and shouted: "Grandson wishes you a happy birthday again."

Chen Zhongguo felt happy seeing Chen Yi, and with a rare smile all over his face said: "Come come come, the little girl of the Han Family is here too."

Han Jie blushed red all over her face, while still answering with her mouth: "Yes. I represent Mom and Dad to come wish you a birthday, wishing you blessings as vast as the East Sea and longevity as long as the Southern Mountain..."

Chen Yi listened to him finish, then leaped up two steps and laughed: "Grandpa, this time I brought two pieces of Dan Shen; why not eat them now."

Chen Zhongguo said somewhat reluctantly, "I'm in great health now, don't waste it. Keep it for later."

Chen Yi leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Grandpa, don't worry, I have more. These two tablets won't spoil."

"Alright." Chen Zhongguo chewed the Danshen Tablets skillfully and swallowed them.

Chen Yi casually cast a "Grace," using only 4% of his Blood Volume; over 300 milliliters was like a major blood donation, completely without effect on bodily functions.

Only this degree deserved the name Divine Art.

Chen Zhongguo closed his eyes slightly and pretended to sleep.

In his ears, it seemed there was the sound of Spring Water, the sound of a Life Well running dry. He liked the feeling of Spring Water, making one feel full of energy, making one feel vigorous vitality.

When he opened his eyes again, Chen Zhongguo's eyes became completely clear, like those of a healthy middle-aged man, his gaze sharp and his vision clear.

Suppressing his astonishment and joy, Chen Zhongguo waved his hand lightly and smiled, "You young people go play by yourselves, don't mind this old man."

While speaking, he couldn't help but stand up and walk upstairs.

He suddenly had a desire to experience running again.

The birthday banquet proceeded very smoothly.

It at least explained two things: Chen Zhongguo was very healthy, and the Chen Clan was very united.

Of course, what people loved to talk about was also the third son of the Chen Family's son, very "valiant and skilled in battle," and acquainted with a certain mysterious medical expert.

When people took this as after-dinner gossip, Chen Yi had already brought Han Jie to Wuxin County to see the Gold Mine—everyone likes gold, but how exactly it is produced makes countless people curious, Han Jie was no exception.

Upon arriving at the County Town, Han Jie was attracted by the gold processing shops operating openly on the street, while Chen Yi was attracted by the numerous mine machinery.

Accompanying them at this time was Su Yuanchun, who held a black briefcase. Seeing Chen Yi enter two shops in a row, he seriously explained: "Wuxin County is a resource-rich county of our Southeast Province. Gold, silver, copper, iron, tin—none are lacking, and the Gold Mine and Copper Mine are especially rich. You know, these are all high-priced metals, so quite a few are willing to open companies to mine."

"Mine however they want?"

"It used to be regulated, but after Wuxin County uncovered two consecutive cases of corruption, the current officials have no interest in managing the mines."

"More like they can't manage it." Chen Yi smiled slightly and said softly, "Call Fang Zhong for me. Let him carefully examine the situation of these mineral deposits and evaluate the possibility of acquisition."

The distance from Wuxin County to Jiangning Terminal is not great, and supplies can be sent directly to the West Continent. Of course, the many Copper Ingots and Steel Ingots he bought before might well come from Wuxin County. If all were acquired, making money was secondary; the supply to the West Continent could completely break free from market fluctuations.

Also, perhaps a team willing to go overseas to mine could be trained.

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