Chapter 398: Only My Unique Method Chapter 398: Waiting for Conditions (Asking for Monthly Tickets)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

An Acura, rarely seen domestically at present, stopped in front of the Meijiang Building's main gate.

The security guard habitually bowed in greeting, then recalled the building had already changed owners, and sneakily ducked back into the duty room.

Seeing this scene, Yan Qi Masayoshi in the car couldn't help but remark with a sigh: "A month ago, I still thought Chen Yi had the willingness to cooperate, and tolerated him in every way. I never expected Chinese merchants to be wolf cubs that can't be tamed."

"They are indeed greedy, not satisfied even with a 10% premium." Hirose Kurea's agreement was also his heartfelt words. The Liang Family's unwillingness to sell the debt claim even at a 10% premium haunted him; a 10% premium meant 150 million RMB — a single morning's bidding netted nearly 20 million USD. Is there any better business under heaven?

What made Hirose Kurea most uncomfortable was that CMM Investment Holding Company's move naturally drove up Chen Yi's asking price — since the Liang Family didn't sell even at a 10% premium, didn't that imply the equity premium exceeded 10%...

At noon, Yan Qi Masayoshi was even angrier than Hirose Kurea. However, at this moment he was calm like an old monk in meditation, saying coolly: "We underestimated the value of Jiangnan Shipyard. If Chen Yi or the Chen Family were prepared early on, they would naturally know that 10% is just pocket change."

"Then what do you think he will ask for?"

Yan Qi Masayoshi's hand trembled, and he said: "If I were him, no matter what price he asks, he would not sell."

Hirose Kurea's mouth corner twitched, and he asked: "Would he?"

"Exactly so. As long as two years' time, the return on today's investment will be recovered tenfold, a hundredfold... Seeing how fully prepared he is... let's go see him." Yan Qi Masayoshi pushed open the car door.

His movements were slow and feeble, full of reluctance. Over the past two years, Yan Qi Masayoshi had expended enormous effort and costly expenses in the tens of millions, yet now he watched Chen Yi effortlessly swipe the fat... This reminded Yan Qi Masayoshi of Mitsubishi's rampage in the domestic market... If the Chinese government discriminated against companies set up by bureaucrats' children and foreign companies — he truly wouldn't know what to do.

Yan Qi Masayoshi himself was a beneficiary of bureaucratic enterprises. In Japan, those large conglomerates and their subordinate enterprises always obtained orders and government subsidies more easily, and the allocation of mineral resources, land, and raw materials was never fair to begin with.

Since Japan's small factory owners couldn't solve this bureaucratic enterprise problem, Yan Qi Masayoshi didn't feel he could solve it either.

Hirose Kurea made one last attempt to persuade: "We can wait a few more days, or ask a partner trading company to probe Chen Yi's bottom line?"

His job was to ensure the bidding process's low cost — which had clearly failed now. If not for the deeply rooted Chen Family in Jiangning City, Hirose Kurea would even have the heart to kill and rob. Going in now was equivalent to begging, and he was truly unwilling.

"No need." Yan Qi Masayoshi's small bow-legged steps moved quickly, and he said: "You're a high-achiever working at Headquarters; you should know some bureaucrats are very greedy, but very stupid. We'll find an opportunity to buy the debt claim."

"Find an opportunity?"

"Act according to circumstances." Yan Qi Masayoshi used a Chinese phrase.

Hirose Kurea foolishly didn't understand, but didn't oppose further.

The elevator door opened.

Shen Yuan bowed a proper half-bow and said: "May I ask who you are looking for?"

"Chen Yi."

"Mr. Chen is guiding work at the Martial Arts Hall; he will only have time in 2 hours."

Hirose Kurea's face showed anger, and he suppressed it as he said: "Please announce us... We are the responsible persons of Mitsubishi Trading Company, specially come to pay respects to Mr. Chen."

The latter sentence was spoken for the Translator's benefit.

Shen Yuan was taller than the three Japanese present, and still had to feign a slight bow and an attentive listening posture, which was terribly strenuous.

However, after listening, she still replied: "Mr. Chen is guiding work at the Martial Arts Hall; it will be at least 2 hours before he has time. I can help you make an appointment first."

"We don't want an appointment." Yan Qi Masayoshi blocked Hirose Kurea and said: "Please contact Mr. Chen now, and tell him there is a business deal worth over one billion yuan."

Shen Yuan blinked and said "Okay," then pretentiously began making a call, even covering the headphone to say: "I'm looking for his assistant."

The reason Liu Xinyu hired Shen Yuan to represent the Martial Arts Hall was precisely because her acting skills were good enough.

The three Japanese waited a full twenty minutes before Shen Yuan finished the call; by then their anger had dissipated with time.

"18th Floor, please follow me." Shen Yuan's slender cheongsam revealed fair white calves as she led the Japanese into another dedicated elevator, and introduced: "The company's Martial Arts Hall is not open to the public, but several international friends naturally have no issue. However, whatever you see, please keep confidential."

"Of course."

Arriving at the 18th Floor, it was filled with Level 5 and above students training.

Yamashita Horyu involuntarily clenched his fist; he had once invited a karate master, Idezuru, to China to deal with Chen Yi, with predictable results.

Now seeing the Martial Arts Hall's students, Yamashita Horyu naturally recalled the tens of millions lost during the demolition process.

"Yamashita-kun, what do you think of their level?" Yan Qi Masayoshi suddenly asked with a hearty laugh, in Chinese.

Yamashita Horyu blinked and replied: "Ordinary. Extremely ordinary."

His answer had effect; a Level 6 student currently training stopped his Body Technique Training and asked: "Japanese?"

"Yes. An officer of the Great Japanese Empire Self-Defense Force!" Yamashita Horyu puffed his chest and raised his head, just like soldiers of any nation, filled with pride and honor.

The student lowered his head, found an iron rod, tossed it to him casually, and said: "Great Japanese Empire Self-Defense Force officer, what can you do with this thing?"

Shen Yuan hurriedly stepped back a few paces, to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

A custom-made cheongsam costs a whole month's salary after all.

Yamashita Horyu caught the iron rod, wanted to fight, but feared embarrassment, and actually hesitated as he said in Japanese: "If you are challenging me, you should produce a sword — a katana, which means you have the courage to abandon your life."

Yan Qi Masayoshi dared not let them fight; whoever got hurt would be trouble. So he stopped the Translator's narration, stepped in front, and said: "Yamashita Horyu is an officer; he commands soldiers. One day, you will understand."

"He would need to command extremely powerful soldiers." The student laughed heartily, took back the iron rod, then right in front of Yamashita Horyu slowly twisted it into a U-shape, then a figure-8 shape, and finally with a backhand turn, actually twisted an iron rod into a twist.

He tossed the iron rod back to Yamashita Horyu, returned to his position, and silently continued training...

Yamashita Horyu stared wide-eyed, gripping the iron rod, unable to speak.

"Several gentlemen, Mr. Chen is still waiting for you." Shen Yuan appeared opportunely at the front, as if nothing had happened.

After walking over a hundred meters with heads lowered, Yan Qi Masayoshi suddenly asked: "Are they Mr. Chen's bodyguards?"

"No, they are students."

"Then is Mr. Chen also that formidable?"

"I have not seen it." Shen Yuan's answer came from the "Media Handbook," compiled by the Archive Research Room, specifically for external staff's daily conversations.

Yan Qi Masayoshi looked back; if the nearly hundred students in four rows were all this formidable, it would truly force a reassessment of Chen Family Martial Arts Hall's strength and value.

Only Hirose Kurea, a Tokyo University graduate, said indifferently in Japanese: "The modern world is a world of science; martial arts are a backward thing."

Yan Qi Masayoshi shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, "100 people who know martial arts makes me think of the troublemakers at Jiangbei Port. Recently, there have been a lot of gangs there, too many."

"You think it was them?" Hirose Kurea fell back a step and hurriedly asked.

"Unclear, but they are indeed powerful." Yan Qi Masayoshi himself also fell into thought.

Shen Yuan laughed secretly up ahead, and only after leading them around two more circles did she say, "Mr. Chen's office has been reached."

"Oh, okay." Yan Qi Masayoshi was not too stupid; over ten years of commercial career made him understand that a transaction is either making the other party satisfy you, or making yourself satisfy the other party.

Now, it seemed to have arrived at his own time to curry favor.

Having figured this out, when Chen Yi's office door was pushed open, Yan Qi Masayoshi immediately bowed deeply to the floor, shouting aloud, "Mr. Chen, please sell us the creditor's rights to Jiangnan Shipyard."

The Japanese believe in passion and sincerity.

In their lives, there is too much scarcity of resources, which makes people have to use spirit to defeat matter. This makes them more pragmatic than Americans in decision-making, yet they believe more in intangible spiritual power than America.

At some times, spiritual power can indeed play a role. At times when it cannot play a role, they at least have no loss — loss of face is the least important, although they appear to value face the most.

Chen Yi naturally hung up the Listening Scroll, chewing Green Breath Berries one by one, and said with a smile, "All sit down, if there's something, speak slowly."

"Mr. Chen, please hand over the debt of Jiangnan Shipyard to our Mitsubishi Company. This is... this is the expectation of all our colleagues."

"Easy to say, easy to say." Chen Yi's smile flashed and vanished.

Yan Qi Masayoshi gritted his teeth and was the first to name a price: "Then, is a premium of 8% acceptable?"

Chen Yi shook his head without speaking.

The office fell into silence, leaving only the sound of Chen Yi tapping the keyboard and mouse; he was replying to emails.

Yan Qi Masayoshi secretly recalled the various scenes since entering Meijiang Building today, guessing what method could move Chen Yi.

Mitsubishi Group has a lot of overseas investment experience; Yan Qi Masayoshi also knew that bureaucratic offspring like Chen Yi make money very easily, therefore to move him with price would require heavy bleeding. Therefore, he needed to think of a method that didn't need that much money.

This thinking lasted 10-plus minutes before Yan Qi Masayoshi seemed to realize something and asked, "Mr. Chen, we also have some large real estate in Jiangning City; if you are interested, they can be added into the contract."

"Not interested."

"Oh... Karate, do you like it?" Yan Qi Masayoshi guessed the importance of the Martial Arts Hall to Chen Yi, and squeezed out a smile, saying, "Japan has very rich experience in promoting Karate; if your Chen Family Martial Arts Hall hopes to enter the global market, Mitsubishi can help you succeed."

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