Chapter 400

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The Security Bureau where Zhu Guangliang worked was similar to the Anti-Corruption Bureau—both were institutions with little internal power but great external power.

It had little internal power because, aside from trivial matters, it could almost never decide reconnaissance targets on its own; everything had to be decided by those above. It had great external power because once the leadership made a decision, it could act with abandon.

Ultimately, such an institution remained a state organ of violence. It had no brain of its own, only the violence of action.

If Chen Yi were merely a powerful merchant, Zhu Guangliang would never dare use state weapons for private profit. But Chen Yi was, after all, the child of a leader and held considerable decision-making power, so Zhu Guangliang dared. The so-called "above" ultimately meant "the people above"; Chen Yi had a voice above, and thus he became one of those above.

That night, Zhu Guangliang brought several confidants and silently brought Ming An Tu back.

All the way, Ming An Tu kept shouting: "I am Ming An Tu of Mingde Group, 'Young Master Ming'..."

Accompanying the curses and wishes was a string of names and titles.

Zhu Guangliang listened leisurely for five minutes and immediately understood Ming An Tu's family background and social connections, even knowing which important figures were currently in Jiangning City or Southeast Province.

After recording all the information, Zhu Guangliang gagged Ming An Tu and threw him into a solitary punishment room.

"Suspicious?" the newly promoted Action Division Chief said eagerly. He liked tender, wealthy young masters.

Zhu Guangliang glared at him and asked, "Want to die?"

"How could that be." The Action Captain shuddered; he had been the former Vice Captain and both respected and feared Zhu Guangliang.

Zhu Guangliang tapped his head and said, "If you interrogate this kid now, it's like the bigwigs discussing matters while you sleep on the table. Understand?"

"Put that way, I understand." The Action Division Chief smiled like a pure little Chinese cabbage.

The bureau had eight divisions; besides the Action Division, the rest were all bureaucrats responsible only for document transmission and secrecy. So Zhu Guangliang only instructed the Action Division Chief and the Comprehensive Division Chief, and slept in his own office that night.

As expected, before dawn, his phone vibrated frantically, as if he'd found a part-time job in Japan.

"Hello." Zhu Guangliang answered immediately, his tone solemn and polite. Anyone calling at this hour was almost certainly a leader.

Sure enough, it was the Deputy Secretary of the Southeast Bureau, whose thunderous roar asked: "Zhu Guangliang, don't want to work anymore? Speak up, want to die?"

Zhu Guangliang endured the scolding with a bitter smile; similar words had just been used on his subordinates tonight.

The Deputy Secretary cursed for several minutes, then took a sip of tea, making gurgling sounds over the phone, and ordered: "Release him now, no conditions."

"Secretary Zhuang, don't rush; I dare not decide this alone."

"Then who decides?"

"Then I cannot say."

The Deputy Secretary's tone softened a bit, and he asked: "Is there an official document?"

"How could there be." Zhu Guangliang chuckled.

"How high-level?" The Deputy Secretary was led astray by Zhu Guangliang.

"We can't say."

"Alright, you kid, be careful." Deputy Secretary Zhuang hung up.

Zhu Guangliang wiped his sweat, put the mobile phone back on the desk, and looked at it like a monster. The Deputy Secretary of the Southeast Bureau was easy to send away, but if a top leader came, it would be trouble. Because no matter what organizational document, it had to go through him, otherwise it would violate organizational principles.

Not long after, the phone rang again.

Zhu Guangliang cursed Chen Yi twice under his breath, but had to bear the rage on the phone alone.

At the same time, Martial Arts Hall staff member Diao Lixin wandered around the "Oil Pool" on the 18th floor. The old Martial Arts Hall building had been demolished, but everyone still habitually called it the Oil Pool.

Diao Lixin and Wang Zhaosheng were among the earliest students to sell Divine Oil, but neither reached the Body Technique standard; Wang Zhaosheng stopped at Body Technique Level 4 and chose to go to the West Continent, while Diao Lixin couldn't bear to give up the Divine Oil sales business he had painstakingly built, chose to become staff after Body Technique Level 3, later became a staff member, and was placed under the Port Trade Department.

The main work of the Port Trade Department was contacting various Procurement Departments, and the work was very easy. Diao Lixin took this opportunity to wander in the Oil Pool every day, hoping to roll his asset snowball bigger and bigger.

A stranger suddenly brushed past him and, in halting Chinese, asked a student at a table: "This Divine Oil, give it to me."

Diao Lixin saw a handsome foreigner buying Level 7 Divine Oil, and his eyebrows raised; he asked the student on the other side: "Xiao Zhuo, hey, who is that foreigner in front?"

"Haven't been here for many days, right?" Students who often appeared in the Oil Pool knew Diao Lixin; because he entered early, he had stored quite a bit of intermediate Divine Oil, exactly what current students liked most. This one was no exception, eyeing Diao Lixin's pocket and smiling: "It's Yin Senyong, heard he's from the Mediterranean, very powerful."

"How powerful?"

"A naked bear can't beat him." Xiao Zhuo clicked his tongue twice, pointed to his ear, and said: "I heard it when he lectured the high-level students. At least Body Technique Level 9."

Among current Martial Arts Hall students, the highest level was Body Technique Level 9, which had reached the human limit and belonged to the all-around level surpassing active athletes. If it weren't for Chen Yi's strong control, the Martial Arts Hall students would have been restless long ago.

However, after a brief turbulent period, the Martial Arts Hall's current cohesion had reached an unprecedented level; the large number of high-level Martial Arts Hall students made an annual salary of one million a common phenomenon. While Chen Yi spent over one hundred million yuan in wages every month, he naturally showed the students a bright future. Even in Jiangning, Martial Arts Hall members were like old state-owned enterprise factory and mine workers, beginning to form an independent and special group.

The Naked Bear was the most powerful among the students; Diao Lixin looked at Yin Senyong's back in disbelief and said: "You're saying, isn't he comparable to the Hall Master?"

"Don't talk nonsense." The student slapped him and said: "Anyway, he's very powerful."

Diao Lixin said thoughtfully: "Then he came to buy Divine Oil?"

"All buying the highest-level oil in the Oil Pool. Level 6, Level 7, all have them. Recently, I've seen the price of high-level Divine Oil was driven up by him."

"Fine, how much Divine Oil can he buy in a month."

"Around one million."

"Calculated?"

"Of course. You think how many high-level potions can be sold each month? Those Body Technique Level 7-8 guys, which one isn't single-mindedly aiming for Level 9? That treatment... click click."

"Thank you." Diao Lixin smacked his lips and walked slowly toward Yin Senyong.

Xiao Zhuo originally wanted to discuss with him the various enviable treatments of Level 9 students, but didn't expect Diao Lixin to leave just like that; for a while he also had no interest in continuing his stall, casually greeted the student in front, and returned to his own floor to cultivate.

For students, improving Body Technique level could always gain the best returns, proven even more so over time. Of course, for those early Divine Oil businessmen, a windfall was inevitable.

Diao Lixin stared at Yin Senyong, like a frog looking at a dragonfly.

As Xiao Zhuo said, the handsome-looking Yin Senyong spent money like water; in the blink of an eye, he had spent four hundred thousand yuan.

Diao Lixin heard him muttering in strange yet fluent Chinese: "Too expensive, rose again." He couldn't help but secretly laugh; the students obviously thought he was easy to fleece, all selling their Divine Oil at the highest price. Actually, judging by how welcome he was, only such a rich fool could receive the greatest welcome.

Yin Senyong stood unknowingly before a student selling bottled oil in portions and asked, "How much?"

"80,000, a day's worth." A large bottle of Divine Oil could be divided into about three days' worth, mostly bought by students nearing breakthrough, because using Divine Oil beyond one's level would burden the body, and even occasional use was already a great risk. And once Divine Oil was opened, it had to be used up as soon as possible, so even if the portioned price was 10,000 higher, they had no choice.

Yin Senyong had only 500,000, but he wanted faster cultivation. Thinking that his next wage would not be paid for two weeks, he hesitated and said, "Then give me one bottle."

"Buying a single day's worth will cost you an extra 10,000, you know?" Diao Lixin took the opportunity to come before Yin Senyong.

"I know." Yin Senyong observed Diao Lixin, took the bottle of Divine Oil, nodded, and left.

"Hey, wait... wait." Diao Lixin ran two steps, wanting to grab Yin Senyong's arm, but was shaken back by battle qi, his whole hand stinging with numbness.

Truly powerful! His eyes shone brighter, and he desperately blocked Yin Senyong's path, asking, "Are you going to use Divine Oil to train?"

Yin Senyong raised his chin. In his eyes, these workers and staff members were commoners, not worth his speaking to. Students were slightly higher class, equivalent to Knight Attendants. There were pitifully few Nobles in all of Jiangning, and very few were worth him stopping to talk to.

Diao Lixin only took him for a powerful foreigner, and seized the opportunity to say, "If you want to use Divine Oil to train, you'll have to spend money, spend a lot of money. Buying like this won't do."

"Why?"

"The things they sell you are all overpriced, you know?"

"I know." Yin Senyong was a Knight. A Knight's commercial attribute was spending money recklessly and spending more money.

Diao Lixin licked his lips and said, "If you're willing, I can help you acquire Divine Oil, guaranteed quality and quantity, and at a price more than 10% cheaper."

Yin Senyong didn't quite understand what 10% meant, so he shook his head and said, "No good."

"What's not good about it?" Diao Lixin blocked his path and said, "10% is enough to buy you a day's worth of Divine Oil."

Such a direct explanation made Yin Senyong stop. He thought for a moment and asked, "What do you want?"

"As you say... if you have time, could you give me some guidance on my Body Technique?" Diao Lixin hesitantly made his request.

"Be my attendant?"

Diao Lixin was stunned for a moment, thinking it was a language issue on the other side, so he answered, "Yes, be your attendant."

"Alright, I happen to need an attendant, and that's you."

"Good?" Diao Lixin was overjoyed, excitedly saying thank you over and over.

Yin Senyong observed him in confusion for a while, then said, "Since you choose to be my attendant, you must understand your place. Now, go clean my room spotless, especially the toilet and leather shoes—the service staff's work quality is worrying. By the way, there's also a Mr. Quan Cong, introduced to me by Mr. Chen. Have him come see me."

Diao Lixin was stunned on the spot.

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