Chapter 403: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 403 Democratic Life Meeting

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

A 30,000-ton-class ocean-going cargo ship equipped with a 640-ton heavy crane slowly entered Jiangbei Port.

This was the first cargo ship purchased by Jiangbei Port Group; even while still at sea, its ownership had been transferred via contract.

It was originally a Panamanian-flagged American ship, later purchased by the port's Procurement Department and named the "Ningyuan," intended for transporting equipment during procurement—the 640-ton heavy crane was extremely useful equipment, and such scale was rare worldwide.

Since Jinsheng Securities and Jiangning City Municipal Government jointly established Jiangbei Port Group, the port's Procurement Department under Chen Family Martial Arts Hall then sold the "Ningyuan" to Jiangbei Port Group.

It seemed like Chen Yi transferring from one hand to the other, but since Chen Yi held only 51 percent of the shares in Jiangbei Port Group, Jiangning City Municipal Government actually had to put up 49 percent of the money—this money had long been injected into Jiangbei Port Group's account, managed solely by Jiangning City's State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission; needless to say, for an Aristocratic Scion like Chen Yi, whether port or ship, it was all unsupervised, and he could use it however he wished.

As a company expected to mainly serve the West Continent, Jiangbei Port Group was very difficult to make profitable. The Mitsubishi Group might have the knack for profit, but the companies under Chen Yi did not possess such management capabilities and channel resources. Jinsheng Securities naturally did not care whether it was profitable; the 1.6 billion yuan investment was merely two or three months of consumption level on the West Continent, and the SASAC naturally cared even less whether it was profitable, as they had far too many enterprises under their name; adding one more scaled enterprise might perhaps be something worth boasting about, while losses were expected. Only Jiangbei Port's other partner, Mitsubishi Group, truly cared about Jiangbei Port's profitability; however, even if Yan Qi Masayoshi had time to manage it, now he was too angry to want to manage it.

Could they really make money for Chen Yi's company?

Although there was still hope of obtaining Jiangnan Shipyard, Yan Qi Masayoshi no longer really wanted to undertake this work.

Chen Yi used ironclad facts to prove that in Jiangning City he could both abide by rules and formulate and play with rules. Yan Qi Masayoshi thus believed that even if Mitsubishi could obtain control of Jiangnan Shipyard with real money in a short time, it would ultimately end up closing its doors and getting beaten.

Under such circumstances, no matter how many methods he had, how could he dare send money into the tiger's mouth.

Yan Qi Masayoshi retreated, and Mitsubishi headquarters even urged him to sell the equity and be done with it. The little bow-legged fellow naturally was not so willing, so he simply turned his attention to the media.

On the very first day the "Ningyuan" arrived at port, media in Southeast Province exposed news of Jinsheng Securities embezzling state-owned assets.

Although the Japanese wanted a more sensational effect, unfortunately no media worker dared at this moment to hang the charge of embezzling state-owned assets on Chen Group's name, as that would be openly going against the general situation.

Even so, on the second day after the newspaper was published, the names of the editors and reporters were on the Personnel Department's list, just waiting to see how the Southeast Province Government would handle this matter.

That night, the Chen family all gathered at the old residence.

After his health recovered, the old man resumed certain traditions from the revolutionary period, such as holding a democratic life meeting once a week—the whole family sitting together, talking about life, chatting about ideals, and incidentally discussing how to deal with those who obstructed their lives and ideals.

At the beginning, everyone worried that Chen Zhongguo's body could not bear such frequent work and urged him not to personally preside over the meetings.

Chen Zhongguo patted his chest and guaranteed: "I am now just like I just turned fifty."

Health doctor Li Zhun, after several months of tracking examinations, helplessly concluded: "Old Master Chen is much younger than an ordinary fifty-year-old."

If it weren't for Chen Zhongguo's exalted status, Li Zhun truly wouldn't know how to face such a case—an eighty-year-old's heart suddenly becoming thirty years younger; he had been questioned at least five times by the Central Health Committee.

Be that as it may, the Chen family's democratic life meetings thus began; every Sunday evening, Chen Zhongguo and his two sons, plus an indeterminate number of collateral branch members, would gather at the old residence to talk and chat. The decisions they made that night would influence the political ecosystem of Jiangning City and even Southeast Province to a great extent.

Those below called it the "Jiang Chen Standing Committee"—whatever those below said was idle talk; the Chen family's democratic life meetings continued, the Chen family's power continued to rise, almost reaching the peak level before Old Master Chen stepped down.

Chen Yi, as usual, sat with the younger generation in the side hall; the third generation had their own democratic life meeting, mainly discussing other Aristocratic Scions they had offended and those who had offended them. Fang Yu was an active participant in this, and Chen Heng unexpectedly enjoyed participating—although he had almost never played with Aristocratic Scions from childhood.

Chen Congyu and Fang Manyi both supported Chen Yi participating in the juniors' own democratic life meeting; although they solicited Chen Yi's opinion every time, direct participation would produce serious inheritance issues that everyone expected but was unwilling to consider at present.

The side hall had comfortable sofas, said to be expensive gifts from the Italian Ambassador; Chen Zhongguo, because he liked them, paid out of his own pocket to keep them.

Chen Yi buried his whole body in the soft sofa, holding a teacup in his hand, which restricted his movements, making him, whether willing or not, naturally become solemn and cautious.

Han Jie noticed his small movements; her beautiful lip line moved slightly as she said: "I heard they're discussing those few media outlets inside; are you worried?"

"I'm more worried about losing at cards." Chen Yi pouted, referring to the few young people playing cards in a corner of the room.

The juniors' democratic life meeting was very relaxed; not only could collateral branch descendants participate freely, but everyone had equal power and could invite companions to join. This made the Chen family side hall's democratic life meeting every Sunday more like a combination of a symposium and a party. However, for young people, this approach was indeed very attractive, making even young people who completely didn't care about politics willing to sit together to talk and communicate; what they saw and heard would surely influence the elders at home, thereby constantly increasing the Chen family's cohesion.

Chen Yi participating in the juniors' life meeting was an omen; his status was even slightly higher than his Uncle Chen Rongjie; any activity he joined naturally rose in level.

Han Jie wore a tight thin sweater, her beautiful curves fully displayed; after stretching a tempting lazy stretch, she smiled lightly: "It really is a troublesome matter if no response is made; those who saw the newspaper will surely be suspicious; but if a response is made, it will let more people who know about this increase... Did you really swallow Jiangbei Port Group?"

"I protected state assets from flowing into foreigners' hands."

"So you're prepared to respond?"

"Respond? No." Chen Yi smiled; he put the teacup in his hand on the table, then slowly said: "I'm preparing to open a new battlefield."

"What battlefield?" Han Jie propped up her arms, changed into a comfortable posture; the small flowers on her sweater scattered because of this movement, attracting everyone's gaze. Actually, even the boldest young man did not dare to stare at Han Jie; they often secretly glanced one or two times, then hurriedly withdrew their gaze; no one wanted to displease Chen Yi, not even a stern look would make their mood anxious.

"Pornographic video tapes."

Han Jie covered her small mouth, asking both amused and curious: "Are you going to put pornographic video tapes in the newspaper?"

"Photos will do." Chen Yi shrugged and said: "No choice; can only let Young Master Ming sacrifice again; the owners of those videos he secretly filmed have already fled abroad and won't affect others."

"Because ** is more eye-catching than corruption, so you're killing two birds with one stone?"

"Smart!"

"I'm just guessing blindly; you're really bold." Han Jie swatted away the claw he stretched out, changed seats to chat with the little sister.

Southeast always had media not controlled by the Chen family, but more were willing to give face. As long as ** was spread all over, whether lower class or upper class, they would all be attracted by it. The Jiangbei Port Company, originally not a big deal, naturally was no longer a matter.

Chen Yi smiled slightly, picked up the teacup and continued to cover it. The ultimate victim of this matter was only Ming An Tu; he probably couldn't stay in the country anymore, and going abroad also had certain dangers; it could be considered an undeserved disaster. This was not intentional by Chen Yi; it just developed that way; he was the egg with the most cracks, could only stink himself and lead away the other flies.

"Industrial and mining management is a useful science; I recently found a few friends; they do non-ferrous metal mining..." Fang Yu suddenly began loudly discussing business matters; he recently had the intention to take over the gold mine in Wuxin County, so he often talked about his business experience at the juniors' life meetings, hoping to be favored by Chen Yi.

Chen Yi maintained a polite and indifferent smile, his gaze unconsciously looking around. But no matter whose junior it was, whoever was seen, all stood straight with restraint.

From Mayor's nephew He Tao to Secretary-General's son Ceng Quan, from high official's son Sun Sheng to today's Ming An Tu, Aristocratic Scions outside the Jiangning City Chen Clan were almost all cleared out by Chen Yi; this was an invisible deterrent, the source of awe.

Chen Yi suddenly fixed his gaze on Yin Senyong.

He stood at the door frame position, boredly exercising. Since arriving on Earth from the West Continent, his combat skill level had advanced by leaps and bounds, not only because of Earth's abundant resources, but also because of the use of Divine Oil. Compared to the war-torn West Continent, the magic society of the Holy Qiao Kingdom was more stable, with time and resources to develop materials suitable for Knights to use.

Today's Yin Senyong was obviously on the verge of a breakthrough again.

Chen Yi had such experience, so he clearly felt the energy lingering around Yin Senyong; it was a free yet hesitant energy...

"Help you out." Chen Yi was already a Divine Technique Knight. He walked to Yin Senyong's side and carefully used Exemption within a radius of 2.5 meters around him, just enclosing those small energy clusters.

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